"He started working with the deputy director of the mirror class."

Hearing his companion's anger.

The young man wearing black thin-framed glasses finally recovered from his shock and replied.

"Didn't this start just now? What did he do? Explain it clearly."

“…He won.”

"Win!?" The fair-skinned young man suddenly raised his voice, "What won? He won? How did he win? That's Shaomiyaji from Ise Shrine, who can Kitahara Nanfeng win?"

"Although I was surprised, he did win, he was weird."

The young man wearing black thin-framed glasses looked at the direction of Natsume family shrine again and added: "The body and eyes are weird."

"I really won?"

The fair-skinned young man immediately felt his heart twitching when he heard his companion's words: "What kind of weird method is it? Tsk, I care so much, but I just can't see it. Why don't you tell me?"

"There will be a chance to see it in the future."

The young man wearing black thin-framed glasses shook his head and then said, "This time, even if the so-called 'looking at the god' ability in Sanluan Gui's mouth has an exaggerated effect, it is worth it to come over. After the incident is over, you can get in touch with this Beiyuan Nanfeng."

"Pull it in?"

“Depending on the situation.”

“…Why depends on the situation?”

The young man wearing black thin-framed glasses did not answer.

He looked at the direction of Natsume family shrine.

Suddenly he paused.

"What should we do now?" asked the fair-skinned young man.

"Let's go, it seems we don't need to come forward for the time being. When the incident is over, you go and get in touch...wait!"

As he spoke, the young man wearing black thin-framed glasses suddenly shouted.

"……ha?"

...

On the other side.

Kitahara Nanfeng pinched Shimamoto's neck with his left hand, and raised him up with one hand again, wielding the knife that had never been released from beginning to end.

Keisuke Shimamoto had no energy to resist.

"What kind of monster is this..."

He stared at Beiyuan Nanfeng with his bloodshot eyes

Prepare for the final judgment.

He didn't expect that he would fall here.

Looking at the young man in front of him.

Shimamoto Keisuke thought he could die decently.

But as the suffocation worsens.

He found that he had overestimated himself.

He swung his legs, and his survival instinct made him start to struggle.

Unwilling to give up.

Suddenly it also emerged.

It happened to be at this time.

Behind the main hall of Natsume Family Shrine.

The small building where Natsume's family lives.

Suddenly, a strange spiritual wave came.

Not only did Keisuke Shimamoto feel this, but also the young man wearing black-framed and thin-framed glasses far away.

"grandfather……"

Natsume Mio reacted instantly, and the betting rope had reached its limit.

She glanced at her righteous brother and stood up with her right arm covering her right arm.

Just ran to the small building.

At the same time, Keisu Shimamoto was also aware of it.

He seemed to see hope.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty towards the small building.

Beiyuan Nanfeng lifted the knife and stabbed it directly into his abdomen.

The blade appears behind Keisushi Shimamoto.

With red blood drops.

Shimamoto Keisuke's raised hand fell weakly.

Hope eventually turns into despair.

But for Beiyuan Nanfeng, was he causing trouble?

The results are all the same.

The Imperial family member who was worshipped by the Natsume family, Mio Natsume's grandfather, walked out of Xiaolou.

"Hey, what's the matter!" The fair-skinned young man followed quickly and shouted loudly.

"The 'gate' of Huangquan Kingdom is about to be opened."
Chapter completed!