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Chapter 1146 Do you need manual service?

The Japanese call dusk "the hour of the devil".

What this means is that at this time, yin and yang alternate, strangers return home, and monsters travel, and it is easy for them to collide with each other.

The Yagyu Dojo, which had a solemn atmosphere during the day, was unconsciously shrouded in a layer of charming colors against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Maeda Chuichi woke up from his drowsy state and subconsciously glanced at the time.

What time is it? Holy shit…

The guests had a great time talking in the morning. Although Yagyu Junko did not agree to those conditions, she showed her willingness to cooperate. She even called Sayuri, who cut off someone's finger, to apologize to the warrior of the Maeda family.

It is said that in some circles, according to the rules, beautiful girls have to take off all their clothes and get down from their seats to show their sincerity when they apologize.

However, Sayuri said something about the local rules, and she had to drink three cups first...

Maeda Chuichi had never experienced the high-end services of Yagyu Dokan before. After all, his company was not a high-end thing. The most common understanding of the sex industry was to see if the girl was pretty, negotiate the price, and then get started.

As a result, I drank too much and blacked out.

When Maeda Tadashi woke up, he felt a splitting headache and his mind was blank. He had no memory of how he ended up getting drunk.

Damn it, I, the president of a business company, was misled by a mere drink and sex...

You must stop drinking from today!

But then again, Yagyu Dojo is really good. You have to come to Yagyu Dojo and come often.

In the morning, he was forced to drink a lot of wine without knowing it, and he didn't actually get to eat any meat. Maeda Chuichi couldn't suppress his hunger and anxiety in his heart.

Oh, right, I have some important business to attend to, and I almost got delayed.

Maeda Chuichi turned over and sat up, took out a bone amulet from his arms, bit his finger and dripped blood on it.

With a hissing sound, a woman dressed as a ninja appeared in the black fog.

"Go ahead and try to see how much strength the Hattori family's Iga Ninja Army still has."

The female ninja nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared into the black mist again.

In the room across the wall, Huang Anshi, who had been waiting with his eyes closed for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes: "I finally waited for you!"

When he reported to Junko Yagyu that the old man was hiding a monster, Junko Yagyu did not say anything, but kept them in the dojo and asked them to secretly monitor Maeda Chuichi's every move.

As the saying goes, you eat the emperor's food and share the emperor's worries.

Huang Anshi was too embarrassed to ask for any reward since he and his apprentice had eaten so much food at the Yagyu Dojo for free. He just wanted to prove that he was not a charlatan who spoke nonsense.

"Ashanti!"

"The disciple is here!"

Huang Anshi pinched his fingers and chanted a spell, then picked up a brush, dipped it in cinnabar and lightly touched Ah Xiang's forehead.

Open your face and possess yourself!

Qi Ji is a kind of witchcraft ritual popular in Fujian and Guangdong. To put it simply, it means inviting gods to possess one's body.

Among them, the more famous and widely known ones are the White Crane Boy and the Official General.

But in fact the categories are very complicated, for example the Five Plague Gods, the Eight Generals, Prince Nezha, Emperor Baosheng, the Holy King of Kaizhang, the King of the Three Mountains, Lu Xianzu and so on.

These are still the famous immortals. There are countless nameless rural gods.

But among overseas Chinese communities, beliefs are more clear. The only four immortals officially supported by the Sihai Chamber of Commerce are the Emperor of the Underworld, the Bodhisattva of Reception, the Queen Mother of Heaven, and the Emperor Baosheng.

The first two represent death, and the last two represent life.

The most important thing is that compared with those monsters who send messages but don’t reply, these four not only leave behind the Taoist tradition in the world, but can also respond to calls.

The rules of worship for the Ming people have always been pragmatic, they would worship whoever works.

When Huang Anshi opened his disciple's face and performed spirit writing, the person he invited was General Li, the vanguard under the seat of the Bodhisattva Jie Yin.

According to legend, under the seat of the Bodhisattva of Receiving are two Dharma protectors, General Li and Judge Lu, as well as eighteen underworld guides, who are dedicated to guiding the dead souls and punishing evildoers.

General Li's original name was Li Yunyuan. He was a demon cult leader in his lifetime. He had followed the demon lord to wreak havoc on the world. After he became a disciple of the Bodhisattva Jieyin, he took charge of the Oil Pot Hell, specifically capturing the poor and hungry people in the world, frying them in oil, and never being able to reincarnate. Ah Xiang trembled all over, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were as black as ink, and her whole demeanor changed instantly.

Huang Anshi bowed his head and said, "Please invite General Li to slay the demons and defend the Way!"

…………

"I win, I win!"

In the VIP private room, Li Mumu laughed while holding up a flower card.

"Come on, come on, let me pinch you..."

She was about to pounce on Nanyun Qianye's beastly move, but suddenly her whole body shuddered, she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Shen Qingxi laughed mercilessly at the side.

"Those who do too much evil will eventually perish. I'm talking about you!"

"No... stop making trouble."

Li Mumu covered his forehead and sat up with the help of Nanyun Qianye: "Wait for me to connect the line."

"what?"

Shen Qingxi frowned slightly. What are you connecting? Did you have too much fun and tore the skin off your body?

Li Mumu has a hard time expressing her suffering.

She was transferred by call.

The concept of cause and effect is indeed quite weird.

The clergy system of the lineage of the Bodhisattva of Reception is a bit too flexible.

When she called on the Bodhisattva of Reception for help before, perhaps because the Bodhisattva himself was taking care of a child or something and had no time to take care of other things, he transferred her request to the Master of All Changes who was far away in Fuso.

Now Li Mumu herself could not escape the fate of having her calls forwarded.

"You are right there, please help me."

She only heard these words, and then a strange perspective suddenly appeared in front of her.

Right above my head.

To be precise, it was on the roof of the Yagyu Dojo.

The Yagyu Dojo was shrouded in a strange and eerie atmosphere in the darkness under the setting sun.

Huh? Where is it?

Li Mumu himself didn't notice anything eerie or weird.

This place is so happy, the girls speak sweetly and the fun is so exciting.

If her husband hadn't lived next door, she would have been reluctant to leave.

But from another unfamiliar perspective, this is not the case.

Her heart was pounding, and the faint laughter coming from the room was creepy. Some indescribable power was slowly seeping into her skin and flesh, and she couldn't feel the slightest heat in this hot summer day.

She saw a strand of hair moving slowly on the roof tiles.

That's not an illusion.

Strands of fine hair that were imperceptible to the naked eye floated in the air, silently covering the entire gym.

As she searched along the hair, the owner of the hair also noticed her.

She was a woman with revealing clothes - even by the standards of the Yagyu Dojo, her clothes were too revealing. She was wearing a pair of panties that reached her buttocks and a large tank top that showed off her smooth groin and armpits.

That's a ninja.

(End of this chapter)