I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Adolf glanced sideways and said, "It's rare to see you smiling so happily. Do you like that man?"

"Yes," Gao Liujing did not deny it. She turned her phone around and said with a smile on her face, "It's really a pleasant thing to make the man you like worry and feel uneasy for you~"

"You have a terrible character."

Adolf shook his head and turned off the hair dryer.

Gao Liujing asked: "If you knew that Bai Shi was nervous, worried, and even angry about you, how would you feel?"

Adolf thought about it and answered truthfully: "Guilt. I don't want anyone to worry about me."

"Well, I hold the opposite opinion."

Gao Liujing stopped turning her phone and looked at the two unread messages. She seemed to be able to see someone's depressed expression. She clicked to exit the chat interface. "It's really pleasant. I really want to leave him alone until the agreed deadline, and then show up on the last day to see what kind of expression he has~"

"You are a devil."

Adolph complained, "If you make an agreement with someone, you should follow through with it."

"You are so rigid. You don't understand what the fun between husband and wife is."

Gao Liujing shook his head.

She thought that according to her plan, if they met again, Shiraishi would definitely burst out with more passion than ever before.

The demands on her will become stronger.

Thinking about that scene, she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together and said with a smile: "I'm really looking forward to it~"

"You are such a pervert." Adolf rolled her eyes. "I am going to sleep now. If the high priest comes, remember to wake me up."

"Ah."

Gao Liujing nodded.

It's a perversion. Sometimes she also feels that her thoughts are a little perverted.

But men just like excitement.

So is she.

I like an exciting life the most.

Gao Liujing tilted his head, like a hunter about to hunt a wild beast, his eyes flashing with excitement.

……

By morning, the morning in Florence was not cold, nor was it the emerald green of Florence, but rather a warm golden color.

The morning light shines on the buildings in Florence, reflecting a faint golden color.

The train from Milan to Florence arrived at the station. The high priest did not carry any luggage and slowly left the train station with the crowd.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe, with neatly combed short golden hair. Even his eyebrows and eyelashes were golden in color. His facial features were so handsome that he could attract the attention of many opposite sexes just by walking.

The high priest paid no attention and looked towards the street outside the station.

The traitor is in this city.

To be honest, the high priest did not hold a grudge against Gao Liujing for his deception and betrayal. It was that woman's ability that enabled him to fall.

It’s just that if there is a traitor in an organization, it must be cleaned out.

Otherwise, it would be unfair to the other submissive members.

The high priest wanted to kill Gao Liujing not because of any personal feelings, but purely to maintain the stability of an organization.

He is not an emotional person. He works like a machine and is cold and ruthless. This is the impression given to almost everyone who comes into contact with him.

After leaving the station, the high priest took a few steps when a woman holding light purple rosemary blocked his way.

This was not the first time that the high priest had received a woman on the road. He had always rejected the love advances of the opposite sex.

He has devoted his whole life to a great cause and would not tolerate any personal feelings.

However, the high priest would not give people a chance to speak. He looked cold and ruthless in his pursuit of efficiency, but outside of official business, he had a gentle personality.

"What do you want?" He stopped and asked.

The woman stuffed rosemary into his arms and said worriedly, "You will die in this city."

The high priest's eyes narrowed, and he clenched the rosemary tightly in his hands. The cold air surged, and the petals were covered with a layer of snow-white frost. "Who told you to tell me this?"

The woman sighed, "A fortune teller on the street corner said that my destined prince will come wearing a snow-white robe, walking on golden light, and then be killed by a monster that only exists in fantasy. Oh, once you die, I will never fall in love again in my life."

She shook her head and sighed, then turned and left the station.

The high priest did not kill the woman.

He, who served the God of Winter, felt an irresistible chill in his heart when he heard the woman's words.

Every scene in front of me seems to be hiding murderous intent.

The high priest wanted to escape, but he didn't. He looked down at the frozen Rosemary and said, "I see. You want to kill me here."

As Gao Liujing's former boss, he naturally understood what kind of Yin-Yang magic that person had learned.

Ukiyo-sama Killing Painting.

According to Gao Liujing's description and the way she casts the spell, she takes out a card-like painting, makes the people or objects in the painting come alive, and attack the enemy.

The high priest once thought that was the case, but the woman’s words just now made him think of another possibility.

The things in the paintings can evolve into real things. Gao Liujing would paint the people he had seen and add one story after another to them, eventually making the people in the paintings die in the stories.

So can the person being painted still be alive?

This guess may be too bold, but the method of the Nian sect is the most bizarre and unpredictable.

The high priest waved his hand, smashed the frozen rosemary to the ground, and continued walking forward.

The morning sunlight no longer had the original warmth, and the golden color had become dim. The high priest walked through the winding streets, and at the corner, a song sung by children floated over.

"High priest, high priest, the sun rises and the sun sets~"

The high priest walked in front of the children and asked with a frosty face, "Who told you this song?"

A slightly older boy sniffed and said, "Are you the high priest who is going to die?"

"I won't die."

The high priest replied coldly.

The boy seemed confused and tilted his head, "But everyone said you died at sunset, so you must have died at sunset."

The boy's words made the priest feel even colder, and he also further confirmed his idea that Gao Liujing might have drawn a comic strip specifically for him.

As the stories in the painting continue to happen in reality, the subsequent stories will become more and more realistic, turning into an irresistible fate.

The most distressing thing is that he cannot escape the story in the painting, nor can he find the person who cast the spell. He can only passively endure Gao Liujing's Floating World Killing Painting and passively resolve it.

If you can't solve it, you will be killed by Gao Liujing.

That woman... The high priest's eyes sank slightly, and the boy and his companions left and continued to sing the life-threatening song.

He didn't stop her, and murmured, "It's not that easy for me to die."

How to break the law?

The easiest way is to freeze all the people in Florence and kill them all.

But the high priest would not do that. He was not the type to kill indiscriminately. The deaths caused by previous sacrifices were all necessary sacrifices for the evolution of mankind and were acts of justice.

He always considered himself a decent person.

Even though everyone says he is a villain and an evil guy, he still firmly believes that everything he does is for justice.

Because of this, he would not commit such an evil act as to cause mass killings for his own personal reasons.

"The only thing we can do is to find out the whereabouts of the spellcaster." The high priest continued to move forward, trying to capture the spellcaster's magical thoughts, but found that the entire city was full of traces of Gao Liujing's magical thoughts.

The whole of Florence has become a scene in her paintings.

The high priest had not taken a few steps when he heard the cry of a crow. In a big city, it was not easy to hear the cry of a crow.

He looked up and saw a flock of crows flying above his head. Before he could drive them away, the crows fell down like rain.

The bodies of the crows fell accurately next to the high priest, forming a circle. He bent down and picked up the body of a crow with a letter tied to its feet.

"Run! Run! You are going to die! The monster comes from the void!"

Big bloody words appeared on the letter, and the high priest felt it was difficult to breathe.

He tore the letter into pieces, froze them, and let the pieces fall to the ground. He stepped on them hard and crushed them into powder repeatedly.

The sunlight was growing dimmer. It was clearly daytime and there were no dark clouds, but in the eyes of the high priest, Florence was already covered with a hazy shadow. It was very faint, but it still affected people's mood.

Is the story moving to the next stage?

The high priest coughed and looked around. The passers-by around him seemed to be looking at him as if he were a dead person.

It was at this time that the high priest discovered that the truly terrifying thing about the Ukiyo-e Killing Painting was not the story, but the people who knew the story.

For example, a person is walking on the street, and suddenly someone comes up and says that he is walking wrong and should not walk like that.

The man smiled and continued walking normally.

But everyone he met afterwards said that he was walking incorrectly and that he shouldn't walk like that. There was clearly nothing wrong with that man's legs and feet, but everyone thought there was something wrong with him.

Then he will start to wonder if he is really ill and will really forget how to walk normally.

This is what Ukiyo-Katsuga-e works like. When everyone agrees with the story in the painting and believes that the protagonist in the painting is dead, the power of the Ukiyo-Katsuga-e painting will be increased invisibly, and the false will become true.

"Cough cough." The high priest began to cough. There was nothing wrong with his body, but he coughed due to the cold.

A solemn look appeared in his azure eyes. He understood that although he would die at sunset, he would lose his ability to move before sunset and would quietly wait for death.

"So I am the prey." The high priest murmured, thinking of the chase during this period. He was afraid that Gao Liujing had not shown up because he was preparing for today's story.

The high priest took a deep breath and would not sit still and wait for death. He clapped his hands and magical powers surged throughout his body.

The clear sky quickly became dark, and the clouds seemed to be filled with heavy lead, obscuring the sun's brilliance.

In March, heavy snow began to fall from the sky.

"Hey, it's snowing?" "How beautiful." "It's like a scene in a dream, snowing in March."

The residents of Florence all looked up, with no expression of surprise on their faces, as if they had a premonition that it would snow today and that someone would die today.

The high priest regarded every piece of snow as his eyes and ears.

The voices of the residents, the passionate embrace of lovers, the conversations of politicians, the whole of Florence had no privacy in front of him.

But the expression on the high priest's face became increasingly gloomy. He understood that his search had not only been ineffective, but had been predicted by Gao Liujing, which further strengthened the authenticity of the story in the painting.

"Cough cough."

The high priest coughed, and a fishy and sweet taste emerged in his throat. He looked down and saw glaring blood on his palm.

He clenched his fists expressionlessly, wondering in his heart, Gao Liujing is not in Florence?

impossible.

Even if the attack was out of sight, it would be impossible to kill him from a distance of thousands of miles.

No matter how bizarre the teachings of the Nian School are, there is a basic principle that must be followed, and that is the strength of the Dharma.

Given the strength of the high priest's legal thoughts, if the caster wanted to kill him in this way, he couldn't be too far away.

He was sure that Gao Liujing was hiding somewhere in this city.

The high priest decided to go to a place where Xue could not hear him first. As soon as the thought came to his mind, he disappeared from the street.

Wherever there is snow, the high priest can appear there.

Just emerging on a street, he looked up toward the hotel.

The man who was setting up a roadside stall suddenly cried out in fear, "Why are you still alive?"

The high priest glanced at the man, and judging from the crystals and tarot cards on the table, he could basically conclude that he was a fortune teller. "You."

"You should be dead! Looking at your face, you clearly look like a dead person!"

The fortune teller said this with a very exaggerated expression and voice.

The killing intent turned into a deadlock.

The high priest's body trembled, and in the dark, he saw a sea of ​​fire rising, trying to burn his internal organs.