"This is indeed not a difficult thing!" Uchiha Yan paused and said, "But since there is danger, why not cancel it? In previous exams, there seems to be no students being asked to deal with spiritual disasters!"

"With that being said, this is also a rare opportunity for students, right?" the principal laughed. Indeed, formal spiritual disasters are obviously more helpful to students than mock exams, and of course they have to be dangerous.

But isn’t Onmyoji like this? Spiritual disasters are not that simple, and if they are not done properly, they will lose their lives.

"So come to me just to get another insurance, right?" Uchiha Yan asked back, "Smart!"

"Okay, I understand!" Uchiha Yan agreed without thinking. He had to take this exam anyway, so he would not lose much if he took it.

"But I'm still very curious about where Teacher Otomo went!" Uchiha Yan looked at the principal and asked, "Young man, it's not a good thing to be too curious!" The principal said, stroking the three-color cat in his arms.

"Curiosity kills the cat? What a pity, my curiosity has always been very strong!" Uchiha Yan seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the principal.

"If there is nothing to do, I will say goodbye first!" After saying that, without waiting for the principal to answer, he disappeared from the spot with a "touch".

Meiji Street. Somewhere close to JR Shibuya Station, an extended car stopped.

The door in the back seat opened and a man got out of the car. His long fluffy hair was tied up with rubber bands, and the beard on his mouth was connected to his chin.

The appearance is incompatible with the high-end cars, but when you look closely, you will find that you are strong and your facial features are also upright. The most important thing is that the pupils contain a strong will, which makes people feel profound intelligence.

A gray-yellow-green coat with jeans and braided boots. A used leather bag on her shoulders is completely like an action-school scholar centered on the work-centered.

"You are taken care of." The man turned to the still open rear seat door and said so briefly.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Just pretend to apologize half a year ago." At this time, the answer came from the depths of the back seat.

Sitting there was an old man in a black kimono. He looked 80 years old, but his voice was surprisingly young. He wore red sunglasses and his white hair was combed behind his head.

"Of course, it's really a pity. I'm determined to die, right? But the festival has only just begun." The man with his face did not look out of the car, but he kept facing forward.

"Well, if you don't do it again and again, you can do something big. This way, I won't be bored." The old man said, "Ahhh. Just, please tens of millions,"

"I know, I know. I will stay away from the side this time. At least, wait until the outcome is decided." The old man glanced at him and said.

"I feel frightened." Although the man's words were extremely polite, his tone was quite rude. However, the old man seemed to mind and even enjoyed the answers in general.

"So that's how I say goodbye this time. I'm so taken care of by you - Master Domo." The man thanked me again, left the car and walked towards me. Then the car door closed behind him, the car started again, and he never looked back.

Move towards the direction of the green mountains and intentionally mix into the crowd around.

A look like him will not attract attention in Shibuya. In this way, it will be much more convenient to do business on this street. Next, just cooperate with the signal activation plan.

"Please watch, Minister of Dalian Temple." As soon as he finished speaking.

Suddenly, the man's footsteps stopped suddenly, and his face was astonished as a mask, flashed with a look of surprise. At the same time, he strengthened the invisibility technique that he had already developed habitually and quickly flashed into the shadow of the alley.

The man looked sharply from the dark, across the driveway, across the street. Several young men and women were walking on the road while talking casually. There were five boys and one girl. The five were all wearing strangely designed clothes. It seemed that they should be uniforms. The man already knew where the uniform was.

Onmyoji's cultivation mechanism, Yin-Yang School's uniform. Moreover, among them, one of them was more eye-catching than the unique uniform he wore.

He was a boy with long black hair tied with pink ribbons. He was petite and had a neutral and sexy beauty.

The man knew the boy very familiar. Moreover, as the plan to bet on life, he felt a little more concerned.

"Baichen King!" In this way, as a low murmur came out, a wave of fanatical ** rose in the man's chest.

I want to talk to the boy, even in a short moment, it is enough. Even if I hide my identity and pretend to be asking for directions by chance, it doesn’t matter. In short, I want to talk to the boy.

Since the start of planning, no, since the incident two years ago, the man has become optimistic about all kinds of things. However, even so, the strong longing that was produced at this moment burned his heart like flames and shook his steel-like will.

However, after a brief and intense entanglement, the man still wiped out his inner slaughter. He tried his best to suppress himself who was trying to run out of the shadow at all times.

The boy is likely to be monitored by the Yin-Yang Hall. Moreover, if he talks with the boy now and makes him convinced that "it is true", his will to contribute to the plan may be shaken.

If the boy is in his true form, he will definitely emit light to illuminate the dark night. It is really unreasonable to take risks for his own selfish thoughts because he cannot witness this moment.

"Wang. Please..." He murmured in a low voice, but then he was speechless. The man just watched the boy leave. However, when the boy and his party passed by, the man finally noticed another boy.

The boy with a hairband curled on his forehead is a little familiar. No, he feels a little familiar. Somewhere in his memory is involved.

However, in the end, I still couldn't recall it. My attention was pulled by the boy just now, and I only saw my face in an instant.

Where did he meet this boy? The man spent a while searching for his memory, but in the end he still couldn't find the answer.

"Well, this person seems a little different?" Uchiha Yan glanced at the man thoughtfully, "What's wrong?" Dong'er, who was beside Uchiha Yan, asked.

"No, it's nothing, maybe it's my illusion!" Uchiha Yan shook his head and withdrew his gaze, "Is that true?" Dong'er glanced in the direction Uchiha Yan was looking at.

"Has you discovered? The person beside the king is really keen!" The man stared at the boys who were leaving until the end.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!