Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 44 Onmyoji App?

The bald old man took it, looked at it, nodded and said, "Yes, does the guest have any clues to provide?"

"No." Fang Zuo spat out some grape seeds.

"Soga, that guest is here."

"Let me find out what kind of business you have here."

The bald old man looked a little strange.

The Onmyoji family and the demon tribe are very clear about the rules of these underground transactions.

This is the underground world they participate in every day.

But it sounds like this young man doesn't seem to understand much.

So where is he from?
Could it be the ghost tribe trapped in the four northern islands?
"Private Marseille, which family is the guest from?" The bald old man asked with a smile.

Fang Zuo snorted coldly.

The huge spiritual pressure almost made the bald old man kneel down.

"Please forgive me, sir. I have overstepped my bounds." The bald old man said hurriedly.

The mental power is so strong.

It seems that they really are the demon tribe from the four northern islands.

Could it be that they have all broken the seal and come out?

The bald old man wiped the sweat from his head.

He began to explain slowly and calmly.

After a while.

After listening to the old man's detailed explanation, Fang Zuo mostly understood the mechanism of operation.

It is just like the markets opened by monks in various parts of China.

Hidden among ordinary people.

The only difference is that the towns and cities in Shenzhou are generally divided into factions and are occupied by the major famous mountain temples.

The underground transactions here are monopolized by only one company, which has branches in every major city.

There is a mysterious boss behind it.

"Bring me the catalog of your trading items and the rewards for logging in." Fang Zuo was a little curious about what materials were here.

"Hi! Guest, please download an APP." The bald old man said with a smile.

"Huh?" Fang Zuo was stunned, thinking that he was a bit of a bumpkin.

Fang Zuo picked up his phone and downloaded the APP according to the slightly obscure directory.

The name of the app consists of two numbers, 91.

Flipping through the APP page that ordinary people can't see, Fang Zuo shook his head.

A vast and complex underground world.

But the materials section is a mess.

Whether it is a bounty posted or an item for purchase.

They are all garbage materials that cannot be more garbage.

As expected, there are no useful treasures on this small island.

Other acquired materials are nothing more than demon blood, demon corpses, ghosts, and so on.

With Fang Zuo's level of attainment, he couldn't possibly care less about these things.

The next row of categories is the live column.

There are items for sale and rewards.

They are demon bodies, shikigami, and ghosts that have been produced through various experiments.

Fang Zuo saw a picture of a familiar pair of figures in an inconspicuous corner of the app's reward column.

The bounty is for the beautiful cat-girl sisters.

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It was indeed the cat-girl sisters, but they were very different from now.

The dim lights and simple laboratory are filled with various utensils and instruments.

The two sisters were not wearing maid outfits, but blue sukuk underwear.

Both of them were tied with metal chains around their necks and locked in a large metal cage, back to back.

A small cat bowl was placed in front of the cage.

The two sisters lowered their heads with sad expressions, their pink cat ears drooped, and their cat tails were tied together.

Their bodies and faces were covered in black dirt, and their faces and bodies were so thin that they looked unrecognizable.

Even the cat girl's younger sister, Xiaohuajiang, whose originally heavy breasts were now as thin as two shriveled flour bags.

The cat girl sister Yui-chan's big, plump buttocks were so thin that a layer of skin had drooped.

Not at all as plump as in Tokyo.

The reward offered was also very low, about 200 million yen, not even enough to buy a car.

Fang Zuo watched expressionlessly.

The intelligence was written very carelessly.

[Two sisters, twins, 18 years old, virgins]

[A failed experimental subject who escaped from the Kagoshima laboratory in Kyushu.]

[They are grown in test tubes and cages, so their lifespan is short.]

[He carries a bit of cat demon blood and a little bit of fox blood in his body.]

[The purpose of the experiment is to serve those upper-class men.]

[In the two people's attributes column, it was actually written as pets. ]

[The last column says it doesn't matter whether the blood lives or dies, but the blood must be fresh.]

No wonder the reward is so low.

contact address:

Kyushu Kagoshima Sanshu Mutual Aid Association Hospital.

Fang Zuo sneered, his heart aroused, and he wrote down the address.

Given how careless these cat-girl sisters are, they will probably be discovered sooner or later.

If he hadn't met me, I don't know how miserable his fate would have been.

As for the low lifespan, it is nothing more than the damage of the seven souls. It is easy to restore the lifespan with Fang Zuo's methods.

Fang Zuo continued reading.

The bottom column is about various types of human trafficking.

It indicates various conditions such as diseases, blood type, family members, voluntary participation, etc.

There are even people from other countries, most of whom are illegal immigrants.

Fang Zuo sneered.

I don't believe that the people at the top of the Japanese government don't know about this.

It seems that this government has compromised to the point where it has no bottom line.

"Will you accept the demon blood?" Fang Zuo asked after closing the app.

The materials here are of no use to me, but I can keep them and read them frequently to gain some information.

"Private Marseille, the guests are like this. If there is blood of a big demon, we will accept it." The bald old man said respectfully: "But small demons... hehe"

The bald old man laughed dryly, glanced at Fang Zuo's expression, and continued, "As for the little demon's blood, we can also help customers sell it on the app."

Then he added, "I can waive the fees you need to pay when posting messages. There is no additional handling fee."

Fang swung his left hand.

A huge blood mass floated in the air, filling the living room of the executive suite.

The bald old man stretched out his hand with a smile and got a drop of it.

Put it in your mouth and suck it.

In an instant, the demonic power in his body surged endlessly, and a wave of heat rushed straight to his head.

The bald old man stood in a horse stance and tore off his patterned shirt.

A black hole in the shriveled chest.

The black heart inside is connected to dense blood vessels, and it is throbbing.

The heart emitted black light with all its strength, which suppressed the heat wave in the body.

"This, this." The bald old man's face turned pale and his voice trembled with shock.

He swallowed hard, pointed at the large ball of blood and said tremblingly, "Private Masai, guest, this is the blood of the fifth celestial being, Hokibo."

Fang Zuo nodded: "You didn't admit your mistake, so why? You don't dare to accept it?"

"Take it, of course I dare not, the guest is joking." After the bald old man calmed down, he was filled with ecstasy.

The blood of the fifth celestial being, Hokibo, is a rare great demon in the past few decades.

Although it is not as good as the demon pill and demon soul, it is much better than the demon corpse.

If this thing is released, I'm afraid all the demon tribes and Onmyojis in Japan will rush to buy it.

Although the Celestials and some demon tribes will exert pressure, their master is not a simple existence either.

What's more, I was just trading according to industry rules and I was not the murderer.

"What materials does the customer need for exchange?" The bald old man swallowed.

"US dollars, or a piece of news." Fang Zuo said.

"Ah?" The bald old man was even more shocked than before, his face turned stupid.

I've never seen anyone asking for money.

Which of these people is short of money?

never heard of that.

Also, what news is worth such a heavy price in exchange?
Sakura Kurumi rode a Kawasaki motorcycle and wandered around the gate of Sensoji Temple.

I have already cycled around Sensoji Temple twice.

She felt very sorry for coming here to ask for help again and disturbing the practice of the brothers in Sensoji Temple.

But if not, the master will resign.

The scene of Takeda Taifu comforting her appeared in her mind.

The man she admired patted her head and said, "I'll resign. I'll take the responsibility. You're still young."

Somewhat like his father.

A big mountain.

Sakura Kurumi parked the Kawasaki motorcycle in the parking lot behind Sensoji Temple.

His expression was determined.

No matter what, just go on your own, don't let the master leave.

Yingkong Kurumi walked into the inner courtyard and saw a black BMW X5 parked by the wall.

Ok?
Isn’t this BMW X5 Master’s car?
Master also came to Sensoji Temple?

Yingsora Kurumi took out her cell phone and sent a message to her master: Private Masai, Master, I have a progress report on the case, where are you?

Takeda Taifu: I'm in a meeting at the National Police Agency. Please email me if you have any questions.

Police Department?
Yingkong Kurumi was stunned and felt a little doubtful.

[Shikigami: Kaguya Touma]

The earrings glowed.

Endless expansion of perception.

The world became quiet.

Two familiar voices entered Sakura Kurumi's ears.

Yoshio Takeda and the Omori of Sensoji Temple were in the attic of the inner courtyard.

"Master, it seems this case won't be so easy to close. Someone who can easily kill a Fifth Heavenly Being won't be so easy for us to track down."

"Let the government worry about such trivial matters. We will proceed according to our plan."

"Hey! But the Abe family is holding on to me. If we really can't find the body and the cause of death this time, Abe Nozaki will definitely launch an impeachment and force me to step down. The Abe family has been eyeing this position for a long time."

"How do you want us to help you?"

"I hope the Master can use his connections at Sensoji Temple to persuade the other council members to keep my position and have Sakura Kurumi take the blame and resign."

All of a sudden.

Sakura Kurumi's mind went blank.

It feels like the sky is falling.

This kind of perceptual blessing doesn't last long.

Shocked, his spiritual power was exhausted and he retreated immediately.

It turned out to be the case.

Yingkong Hutao felt hopeless.

I was so sad that I couldn't even cry.

He retched a few times and held onto the wall to support his body.

The only pillar of faith completely collapsed.

If the master tells me frankly, I won’t feel uncomfortable and will think it’s natural.

But why lie to yourself?