I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Bang bang bang.

Bai Shi flicked his forehead three times and said unhappily, "You actually want to use me as a punching bag? You wish. Go outside and practice your spiral current."

"Well, let's talk it over nicely."

Guilongyuan Meiya covered her forehead with her hands, and when she saw him raise his hand again, she was so scared that she quickly ran out of the living room.

"Little girl, you have no respect for your elders," Bai Shi muttered, continuing to lean on the lazy sofa, taking out his mobile phone and looking for a suitable yacht.

His original plan was to buy a house, but after being persuaded by Rinichi Kaminagi, he changed his plan to buy a yacht.

Unlike inanimate objects like houses, a good yacht is a mobile home on the sea.

He plans to travel to Okinawa on a yacht at the beginning of next month.

The only thing is that the yacht is very expensive. At one look at it, Shiraishi instantly fell from being a rich man to feeling still very poor.

When you turn your fingers upwards, either this one is too expensive or that one is too bad.

While Shiraishi was screening, a yacht with a very suitable price appeared on the page.

The price of an 80-foot flying bridge yacht is 450 million yen!

The 60-foot yacht he had just seen was 20 million more expensive than this one, so this 80-foot one could be said to be very cheap.

He looked through the yacht and found out that the wife of the yacht owner accidentally fell into the water and died, so he wanted to sell the yacht at a low price.

Shiraishi immediately called and booked the yacht.

ps: Two chapters separated, one chapter at 7 am

Chapter 84 Do you think I can’t go through the Internet cable and beat you to death?

The midday sun fell on Tokyo Bay, the sea surface was sparkling, and the Rainbow Bridge in the distance turned into a long black shadow.

A beautiful yacht is quietly docked on the sea.

This is the docking area for private yachts. There are not many passers-by and it is very quiet.

Shiraishi parked the BMW M8 and saw the wealthy man who was selling the yacht. He looked to be in his thirties, with dark bags under his eyes and bloodshot eyes, which proved that he had not been sleeping well recently.

"Hello, I'm the Shiraishi who contacted you on the phone."

"Mr. Shiraishi, here are the keys to the yacht. Go up and take a look at it yourself. If you don't find anything unsatisfactory, we can make the deal."

The man had a tired expression on his face.

Shiraishi didn't know how to comfort the man who had lost his wife, so he took the key and headed for the yacht that looked exactly like the one in the photo.

The exterior is painted black on the bottom and white on the top, and looks rectangular overall.

Bai Shi boarded the ship excitedly.

Black gas instantly filled the air, and people appeared in the lobby of the yacht. In front of them was a banquet with a cheerful atmosphere.

The smile on his face froze.

……

Hokkaido, Sapporo.

In a two-story white western-style building with a courtyard, a silver-haired old man looked at the black mist from the burning straw and reported to a triangular object: "The person has been caught."

"So fast?" A surprised voice came from the other end.

The old man swore, "As soon as he got on the yacht, he was trapped by my soul-stealing technique. He will never be able to escape."

"I advise you not to underestimate his strength. If the spirit boy wasn't so important, I wouldn't want to provoke him."

"Don't worry, Master."

The old man disagreed. His soul-stealing technique was to kill people invisibly. There was no need to confront the enemy head-on. He only needed to place his own magical powers on others.

When you want to kill someone, use the scarecrow to arouse their murderous intent and increase the power of the soul-stealing technique.

Those who are at the altar will be trapped in a dream, with life and death in their hands.

Even if the opponent could break free from the soul-stealing technique and fight back angrily, the ones who would die would only be ordinary people who were unaware of the situation.

More powerful practitioners can attack the scarecrow.

Want to kill him?

Haha, it’s no easier than an ordinary person killing someone through the Internet. There’s no need to think about it at all.

The only thing to think about is how to lead people to the altar.

This problem has been solved by the Internet.

In this information age, you can buy a lot of personal information by paying some money.

Shiraishi browsed the online records of yachts, allowing the old man to seize the opportunity, designing a plan for the rich man to sell yachts, and using low prices to lure the other party into taking the bait.

"The man was caught, but Gao Liujing is extremely cunning. She even deceived the high priest. Could she really betray the FBI for this man?"

The old man had strong doubts about this.

At his age, he no longer believes in everlasting love.

"Don't worry, this is the conclusion I got from the divination by Scarlet Witch. He is the only weakness in Gao Liujing's heart."

The new leader was willing to take the risk, naturally so he could get the accurate answer through divination.

As long as the Spring God Cult can capture Bai Shi, they can make Gao Liujing betray the FBI and get the spiritual child back for them.

"That's good." The old man said, and his relaxed expression suddenly turned solemn. He murmured, "This kid is quite capable."

……

Bai Shi realized that he had been tricked. He was not panicked, but a little disappointed.

This yacht turned out to be a scam.

He pursed his lips and silently watched the lively banquet in front of him, intending to analyze what was happening first and then decide how to kill the person behind the scenes.

"Jack."

A woman who looked like the heroine in Titanic approached slowly with a goblet in her hand, calling out softly, her eyes revealing a seductive luster.

If you agree, you will be deeply trapped in this dream and unable to extricate yourself.

Bai Shi realized that this was a kind of witchcraft.

The characteristic of witchcraft is weirdness. It is rare for wizards to duel with others head-on. They usually hide in the dark, and each one is more sinister than the other.

Anyone who offends a wizard won’t even know at whose hands he will die.

But he is an exception.

"I'm not Jack," he began.

The liveliness of the banquet suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes turned over here. There was no excessive scolding, but everyone's eyes revealed a kind of blame.

The woman's eyes were the same. "Jack, stop talking nonsense and drink this drink."

"I'm not Jack," he repeated.

"Jack, you are Jack, Jack, Jack."

The woman kept mumbling these words. Under the warm light, her beautiful face looked a little paranoid and crazy, as if something would pop out of her face in the next second.

"You're Jack!"

"No, I am not."

Bai Shi answered firmly again, his eyes scanning the surroundings, ignoring the layers of pressure from the void.

He wanted to stimulate this witchcraft to its highest level and then find out the wizard hiding behind the scenes.

Do you think that by grafting your own Dharma thoughts onto others, you will be able to disappear without a trace?

It's funny. The grafted Dharma thoughts also leave traces, which ordinary people can't find, but they can't be hidden from him.

Bai Shi's eyes looked through them and saw the man behind them. It seemed that he sensed the danger and started to embarrass himself frantically to divert attention.

Shinjuku, Edogawa, Ikebukuro, Adachi-ku... In the 23 wards of Tokyo, everyone who was entrusted with the old witch's spell saw a pair of eyes almost at the same time.

Clear and bright, like a torch in the darkness, people cannot look away and are drawn into it like moths.

"What is this?" Musashi stared in fear, thinking that he was hallucinating that he was about to die suddenly because he worked overtime for too long every day.

He was hesitating whether to ask his boss for leave to go home and rest, when suddenly a panicked voice rang in his ears, "Back off!"

Musashi dared to swear that he had never heard this old man's voice. It sounded like two pieces of old tree bark rubbing against each other, hoarse and unpleasant.

"Who is it?" He stood up and looked around. His colleagues also looked at him with strange eyes. Apart from the sound of keyboard typing, no one spoke here.

"Old man, you are the one who deceived me?"

Another young man's voice sounded in his mind, and Musashi became more and more frightened. This was not an illusion, nor was his colleague joking. Was there really someone in his mind?

"No, no, you can't kill me, you killed me...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud scream.

It seemed that many people screamed at the same time, and Musashi heard them all.

The pain seemed to tear his soul apart.

"Don't panic, the old man who harmed you is dead."

A gentle voice brushed across my heart.

Musashi blinked. Which old guy harmed him?

I didn't understand it at all, but the voice in my head disappeared and I felt inexplicably cleansed and refreshed.

"Musashi! What are you doing?"

His boss's yelling made him respond subconsciously, "Sorry, I'll get to work right away."

He chose to sit down and continue working on his design.

As for the voice in his head, he just pretended it didn't exist. People like him would work themselves to death as long as they had nothing to do.

Chapter 85 Death Curse

Hokkaido, Sapporo.

When Bai Shi stepped into the hall, he saw a silver-haired old man slumped over the glass table, his face full of wrinkles, and the word "fear" almost overflowing from his face.

The longer you live, the more you fear death.

This statement applies to most people.

He glanced across the hall and could see the bright red roses planted outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows. There were no servants around.

Come to think of it, when you do something bad, you naturally hope that there are as few people around you as possible.

He was enjoying the killing so much that he forgot to ask who this guy was. He picked up the triangular object on the table. There was a very faint trace of Dharma thought on it. He followed this trace of Dharma thought and moved forward.

His sight passed over the tall buildings and plunged into the endless blue ocean, and the intermittent Dharma thoughts were forcibly connected by him.

There are beaches, exotic streets, and darkness covering the earth. These scenes surprised Bai Shi. Isn't he from this country?

He continued chasing, and a lighted mansion hall appeared in front of him. The decoration style was luxurious and looked magnificent.

There was no one inside.

The Dharma thoughts were also eliminated artificially. Bai Shi didn't think it was just a coincidence. "Hellhound."

This is the highest level tracking Yin-Yang technique he has mastered, and it is very useful.

He often uses this to hunt down enemies.

Four Chinese characters suddenly appeared on the golden wall. Then, green flames burned above the characters, pouring outwards and gathering into the flaming shape of a thin-waisted dog.

The hound sniffed the air, catching any remaining traces of the enemy.

After circling around, the hound barked, jumped up, and turned into a ball of fire and flew into the void.

……

Ryo Shinoda was moving away from her favorite mansion. She eliminated all the smells related to it in the house, but still felt unsafe.