People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

It's not dry yet.

Stained with some red lipstick.

It seems that this beautiful sheriff is applying the cream very hard.

Fang Zuo looked up at Yingkong Kurumi's red lips.

Yingkong Kurumi's cold face flushed: "You said, just use saliva."

"I applied it over and over again, but it didn't work."

"Fujino, I know you hooked up with Mrs. Shiraishi, but..."

"Even if I can't do anything to you now, as an Onmyoji, you should know that I have many other tricks up my sleeve..."

"Of course I know. Don't be so angry, Miss Yingkong." Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows: "Saliva is just a material. To break the magic seal, you need to cast a spell."

"As an Onmyoji, you must know that I have called you, but you ignored me."

"Impossible, why can't I see any trace of the seal?" Yingkong Kurumi began to believe it.

It's impossible for an ordinary person to come up with such a lame excuse.

"Come here." Fang Zuo said, his tone unquestionable.

Yingkong Kurumi walked over and looked at Fang Zuo on the chair suspiciously.

"Do you still have saliva?" Fang Zuo asked, raising his head slightly.

Sakura Kurumi nodded.

God knows how much saliva she spit out and how much water she drank.

"Lower your head." Fang Zuo said.

Yingkong Kurumi thought that she was asked to look at the black Bible on the table, so she lowered her head obediently.

Fang put the index and middle fingers of his left and right hands together and stretched them in front of Yingkong Kurumi.

"What?" Yingkong Kurumi was stunned. What was he going to do?

"Saliva, what are you standing there for?" Fang Zuo shouted.

"What do you want to do? You...don't even think about it." Yingkong Kurumi said with a flushed face and gritted teeth.

"Do you really want to solve the case?" Fang Zuo said impatiently, staring at the black Bible. "Can you break the seal?"

Just finished speaking.

Suddenly, a soft and moist touch came from her fingers, and Yingkong Kurumi stuck out her tongue, just like a kitten drinking water.

Smearing saliva on it.

Bright red lips and soft little tongue.

Pull out a crystal clear string of saliva.

As the little head shook, a few strands of black hair got wet and stuck to the red lips.

Looks charming and sexy.

Fang Zuo looked up in surprise. He just wanted to spit on her.

Is this woman so dedicated?

Then I can only obey your command.

"Is that enough?" Yingkong Kurumi's face was red and bleeding. She supported herself on the table with one hand and held the gun tightly with the other.

That’s enough, Fang Zuo withdrew his fingers.

Smeared on the dark bible, drew a spell.

It's just a trick. If I didn't want to waste my accumulated spiritual power, it would be done with a snap of my fingers.

He made a hand gesture with his other hand.

"Urgent like a law, open."

The Dark Bible emitted a black light, and rows of tadpole characters appeared above the underline.

"Si Guoyi, it really works." Yingkong Kurumi finally let go of her worried heart.

He glanced at Fang Zuo who was concentrating: "It turns out he didn't lie to me."

Suddenly, she felt that the man in front of her, whom she looked down upon, had become a little more mysterious.

As the chief Onmyoji of the younger generation at Sensoji Temple in Tokyo, she could certainly see that this man was not just a simple smearer.

Instead, he drew a mysterious line that she couldn't understand.

Then he chanted an incomprehensible spell.

It seems a bit like Chinese.

What on earth does this man know? I heard that he only came to the Tokyo Exorcist Guard with the help of his uncle.

After coming here, he did fulfill the duties of a waste.

but.

Today I don’t quite understand this man anymore.

Sakura Kurumi shifted her gaze to the Dark Bible.

"What kind of text is this?" asked Sakura Kurumi.

"Arabic." Fang Zuo handed the Dark Bible to Yingkong Hutao: "It shouldn't be difficult for you to find an Arabic expert."

"Of course, there are experts in Arabic in the police station." Yingsora Kurumi took the Dark Bible and flipped through it quickly.

Sure enough, the entire Bible is filled with tadpole characters.

There are even some more obscure patterns.

"Pah." Yingkong Kurumi closed the Bible. "I'll go show it to them right away."

"You, Fujino, get up from my chair right now and go back to your desk."

"If you don't finish the documents I assigned to you, I will deduct all your allowances and bonuses."

As she spoke, she lifted up her uniform skirt and inserted the pistol into the holster on her thigh.

Turn around and go out.

This woman is so ruthless.

"Xiudou Madai, Miss Yingkong Kurumi." Fang Zuo stood up, walked around the desk, and slowly approached Yingkong Kurumi.

Sakura Kurumi watched the man walk towards her step by step.

For some reason, his aura gave her a sense of submission and oppression.

She unconsciously backed away slowly: "What...what are you going to do?"

"Snapped."

Fang Zuo pushed her to the corner and held the wall with one hand.

"You haven't told me yet what color it is." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"you......"

"What? The famous captain of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, the Yin-Yang master of Senso-ji Temple, wouldn't go back on his word, right?"

"Purple...purple." Yingkong Hutao's delicate little face turned red as if bleeding. She pushed Fang Zuo away and turned to leave.

"Hey..." Fang Zuo shouted.

"What are you doing again?" Yingkong Kurumi stopped.

“I like purple.”

"Baka." Yingkong Kurumi wanted to pull out a gun and shoot the man twice.

Open the office door and walk out.

"There's something else." Fang Zuo followed out.

"Speak." Yingkong Kurumi turned around, with a cold face, looking at the vulgar man impatiently.

"I checked Oda's body and didn't wash my hands. I forgot to tell you." Fang Zuo raised his right hand and shook it in the air: "I'm sorry."

"You...vomit." Yingkong Kurumi felt nauseous, held onto the wall beside her, and hunched over to retch.

Fang Zuo walked past her and patted her back with a smile.

"I'm kidding, I washed it many times, but then I scratched my feet, so it's true."

Go ahead and go.

"Bagaya." Yingkong Hutao cursed at Fang Zuo's receding back, then rushed into the bathroom quickly.

Coming to his desk, Fang Zuo frowned and fell into deep thought.

He didn't understand Arabic, but from the dark Bible, he actually felt some strange aura of China.

Is it my own illusion?

"Fujino-kun."

Fang Zuo turned his head away.

A girl with bangs and wearing thick black-framed glasses walked over.

The huge glasses covered half of the small face.

The old-fashioned plaid shirt and jeans also covered her petite body tightly.

He is a clerk at the Exorcist Guard Station.

Sannomiya Tsubakiko

"There's a girl looking for you upstairs. She says she's Congressman Shiraishi's daughter." Tsubaki Sannomiya said, pushing the thick frame of her glasses.

"Ms. Sangong, you look so beautiful today." Fang Zuo said as he stood up.

"Fuji...Fujino-kun, please stop saying that." Sannomiya Tsubaki's face turned red instantly.

He quickly pushed the frame of his glasses up again.

Fang Zuo winked at her and took the elevator to the reception room.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu's daughter, the beautiful JK girl with short hair, was sitting on a chair with her feet turned inwards.

A pair of cute white bubble socks dangled from the black leather shoes.

Their faces were filled with anxious expressions.

"Fujino-kun, Onii-san! Go check on my mother, she's unconscious." Seeing Fang Zuo, the JK beauty quickly stood up and said, "She asked me to come find you before she fell into a coma."

Chapter 5 I'm scared, hold me tighter

"Of course, don't worry. Let's go now. You can tell me what happened slowly on the way." Fang Zuo patted the JK girl's head and asked, "What's your name?"

"Hi!" The beautiful girl stood up swiftly: "Ouni-san, my name is Oda Yui."

Oda Yui seemed to trust Fang Zuo very much. She pulled Fang Zuo's arm and ran outside.

There was a Lexus LS parked at the door, and Oda Yui pulled Fang Zuo into the back seat of the car.

A middle-aged male driver, wearing a mask and a driver's uniform, sat in the cab.

The entire car is clean and tidy.

"You can tell me now." Fang Zuo sat next to Oda Yui, smelling the faint milky scent on the girl.

"Hi!" Oda Yui sat up straight with a serious look.

"Don't be so restrained, just sit casually." Fang Zuo waved his hand: "If you don't call me Onisan, you should treat me as your Onisan."

"Hi!" Oda Yui nodded quickly and smiled embarrassedly.

Then a worried look appeared on her delicate little face.

Hearing her chatter, Fang Zuo quickly understood what was going on.