"Okay, Kagura, I'm really fine... The chief said that I'll take a holiday this weekend, so I'll have a good rest, don't worry..." Isaiyama Huangquan said in a helpless and doting tone, talking on the phone with her Kagura sister.

"Yes, yes, okay, goodbye on the weekend, I won't say much here... Well, there is an old bookstore in front, I'll go there for a while... Ah? Yes, yes, I didn't find anything. I thought I might have run away again... OK, OK, yes, goodbye." The girl with a hint of joy closed the cover of her phone and slapped a vicious spirit that had just emerged from the wall next to her, but this still couldn't affect her good mood.

"weekend……"

The girl reached out and pushed open the door of the old bookstore, but she directly received a familiar voice, "Welcome" that she had heard somewhere...

After subconsciously glanced at it, she finally saw the person sitting silently at the counter behind the old-fashioned counter that exuded the smell of time. He sat quietly and lowered his head to study a thick and large book. He was almost hidden in the shadows. In addition, most of his body was blocked by the large counter, so even if there was no one else in the old bookstore, Isaiyama Huangquan still didn't find the other person immediately.

Moreover, the other party seemed to be absent-minded and never looked up and glanced at the place. It seemed that he simply felt someone coming in and shouted like a routine, but he didn't care about who was coming in at all.

However, Isaiyama Huangquan no longer had the extra thoughts to care about these things. She just felt that her body seemed to be struck by a lightning bolt, and she stood still in place without moving.

The sun has already set aside to the west. This street can just allow the sunlight of this period of time to shine in. The soft golden light passes through the glass door in front of the bookstore. When it shines into the bookstore, it can be said to be "dark", covering the person behind the counter with a faint soft light.

However, under the long black bangs, there were a pair of covered eyes, which made people unable to see what kind of eyes it contained.

But Isaiyama Huangquan didn't think so much, and she just felt that her body seemed to be out of control. A faint fear dominated her. Didn't it mean that the recent detection of the spirit field reaction of the Killing Stone was usually evil spirits holding fakes or fell into humans? And she always avoided the personnel in the countermeasure room and would not have conflicts...

Why did you encounter a real type A?

Do you want to... notify the office directors and the others? Isaiyama Huangquan felt that his fingers could move slightly, and he wanted to open the flip phone he had been holding in his left hand again.

On the other hand, it seemed that she felt something was wrong with Isaiyama Huangquan, or because she had been standing at the door blocking the light and blocking the change. Pei Chen finally raised his head in confusion, and his bloody eyes flashed in the dim environment, and finally his eyes met the girl with a straight vision.

——"Uh!!"

As if she was stimulated, Isayama Yukii finally regained control over her body. She took a step back without thinking and almost hit the door. The long cloth wrapped around her back appeared miraculously in front of her in less than a second, cooperating with her in a defensive posture.

As a result, Pei Chen responded to her performance as if she was facing a great enemy—

He raised his eyebrows and then turned his face away.

And a very low pronunciation that makes the girl with magic retreatment clearly:

"Tsk..."

"...You guy!...Stop looking down on people!" In an instant, after Isaiyama Huangquan reacted, for some reason, he suddenly felt an unknown anger hit his forehead, and several cross-shaped bulges popped out clearly on his forehead, and he shouted in a low voice. Just one action and a syllable, Pei Chen successfully easily ignited the girl's anger.

In response, Pei Chen just glanced at her faintly, then lowered his head and continued reading. He had to make sure that even without his participation, Imakawa Yoshimoto could finish the rest and become the winner of the last laugh.

Anyway, I have done everything I can do now, so I don’t have to worry about the serious consequences of surveillance in the future.

"You!..." Isaiyama Huangquan was anxious.

However, she did not realize that, unknowingly, her natural fear of the evil spirit of type A disappeared inexplicably. Of course, it was replaced by an unprecedented anger.

"I don't know if it's the guest's devil's lady. Please don't stand at the door all the time, as this will cause trouble to other guests." After turning over a page of the book, as if thinking of something, Pei Chen raised his head and added, still in that tone that was neither salty nor light.

"..." Isaiyama Huangquan gritted his teeth and glanced at the two students outside the door who seemed to want to come in but did not dare to make a sound to let her go. His heart suddenly jumped. Should he speak to stop them and prevent them from coming in? After all, the one in this bookstore is not a kind old grandfather shop owner, but a terrifying evil spirit!

But before she could make a decision, she suddenly felt a wave of invisible thrust gently pushing her aside, but the movement was gentle, and it seemed that the girl herself saw someone outside the door taking the initiative to retreat and letting go, and no one could see it.

Then the two students naturally pushed the door in and thanked the beautiful elder sister Isaiyama Huangquan very politely. In this quick and rapid process, the girl with magic resignation only had time to pass the idea she wanted to stop in her mind, but she had no time to implement it.

Pei Chen just exerted a little influence on a string representing gravity, and did not take this matter seriously at all. He just waited for the book in his hand and felt relieved, but he saw that on the table closest to him, Isaiyama Huangquan was staring at him with a focused look on his eyes, and he deliberately or unintentionally isolated Pei Chen and the two students.

The unconcealed bright eyes of hostility made Pei Chen's mouth twitch a few times unconsciously.

Under his thinking reading skills, the most common message that I conveyed from Isaiyama Huangquan should be the item "want to sleep". He is so tired, but he still doesn't rest, but he keeps staring at himself so alertly? Are you really not afraid of sudden death?

Or do people with [Real Lucky] really like to commit suicide? They even go deep into every detail of their daily life...

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"Ah? Are you talking about Pei Chen? He is just here to help me check the store here... I've already gone back more than half an hour ago." The store owner smiled and answered Isayama's Huangquan's question very easily.

As mentioned before, the girl was so tired that she didn't know when she fell asleep, but suddenly she woke up when she heard someone talking softly.

I saw that he was the only customer left in the old bookstore, and the old man beside him was also whispering to remind her that the door was about to close. As for the evil spirit of that type A, there were only a few randomly spread out books at the counter that revealed the traces of his existence.

I was so careless that I was sleeping under the nose of an evil spirit of type A! When Isaiyama Huangquan thought of this, my scalp was numb and felt that he was still alive and it was a miracle of life. But this also proved that the evil spirit seemed to have no malice towards him?

So, the girl with magician asked the real boss of the bookstore about the enemy's information.

So I got the above answer.

It turns out that his name is Pei Chen? It turns out that he is a ****! But he only found out now.

"Do you know where he lives?" Isaiyama Huangquan asked unwillingly. It was just a question that didn't hope to get the correct answer, but it attracted the old man's surprise and ambiguous look: "I don't know this, little girl, you can ask this yourself!"

As he said that, he looked at Isayama Huangquan and said, "Although Pei Chen is a very good guy, you are not bad, little girl... Just be brave..."

Isaiyama Huangquan blinked in confusion, and suddenly his head turned normally. After reacting, a ball of smoke came out from above his head, his face turned red. He hurriedly grabbed his exclusive sword, Lion King, and ran out, leaving only a sentence "disturbing" from afar...

"Ha! The young man now..." The owner looked at the girl's back as she was leaving with amusement.

The girl was embarrassed and angry. When she thought that she would be misunderstood by the shop owner, she felt that her limbs were weak and she could hardly stand even while standing. She was even more shaky when she ran. She needed to go back to the countermeasure room as soon as possible, not only did she explain that she had disappeared for no reason for the whole day, but also had to remind the director and the others.

It has never appeared again, so they think it is the evil spirit of type A who left Tokyo - now it's back!

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Standing alone on a deserted street, smearing her nose, Pei Chen sucked hard, letting go of his perception.

The perceptual power that continued to spread gradually covered a large area around. In Pei Chen's consciousness, the veins of the world seemed to become clearer and clearer. Large fogs were brushed away, revealing their true colors.

"One, two... three... no, four?!" Suddenly, Cong Nazhong's perception turned into a large net to cover a surrounding area. Pei Chen couldn't help but complain: "How could there be so many? There are four fakes of killing stones in just one urban area?"

He only made five fake killing stones in total to stir the water in the pool. Now, it is almost a month since he has passed, and he doesn't believe that there is no one in the countermeasure room to catch - if they are really wasteful, there is nothing to say. Pei Chen feels that at that time he only considers whether the rewards of attacking the countermeasure room can be obtained by crossing the tower and killing hard.

Not to mention the survival points and brilliant gems, but the impact of the event itself or the plot twist should not be less.

"Can they be Santuhe and Hong?" After thinking about it, only the evil pseudo-Masao would do such a thing. Unlike Pei Chen who was limited by infinite space, he could only make five forged killing stones, Santuhe and Hong were not under the control of infinite space. As long as he was willing and able to afford the price, he would have as much as he wanted.

Making one a day is nothing.
Chapter completed!