I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 178: Ukiyo Kill Painting x High Priest (please subscribe for the big chapter)
The early spring sunshine shines on the corridor. Shiraishi is not staying in the living room. If he stays there and looks at his mobile phone, Oniryuin Miya will not give him any privacy and will definitely get closer to peek at the screen.

He chose to go to the beanbag outside the corridor, lay down skillfully, and opened LINE with his finger.

The message was sent at nine o'clock in the morning, but he kept it on the air without reading it.

The reason was, of course, that he didn't want to reply to the message so quickly, in this way, to protest against that person's long-term indifference.

Except for the meeting at the beginning of the year, Gao Liujing has not sent a single message, as if he has disappeared from the world.

Occasionally, Shiraishi wondered if Jing died somewhere.

Now it seems that that person is still living a very cool life.

Baishi took a look at the sent message, it was a cathedral like an oil painting, with Jing's message attached below, "This is the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, does it look good?"

He didn't pay attention to the oil painting-like church, but focused on the woman at the door of the church.

Her long blond, slightly curly hair was spread over her shoulders. She was wearing a big, wide-brimmed white sun hat and a white suspender dress, which highlighted her devilish figure.

Looking at Akira's photo, the scene at the beginning of the year naturally came to Shiraishi's mind.

That night, the hazy lights shone on her ivory-white body, revealing a special magical power.

Chang Jing's voice seemed to want to pull people into the woods. By that time, her voice became thicker and thicker, sounding like a gold mine separated by a wall. People's minds were filled with thoughts of trying harder and harder.

"Hiss," Bai Shi turned sideways slightly, decided not to think about that angry scene anymore, typed with his fingers, and asked, "What is this place?"

Compared to searching online, he felt it was faster to ask the person on the other side directly.

Today's Internet is extremely developed. Even if you are thousands of miles away, as long as there is an Internet connection, if you send a message here, it will be received on time.

……

Italy, Florence.

This city, known as the Emerald City, is still in the early hours of the morning.

A light mist filled the streets.

In the living room of a certain hotel suite, Gao Liujing was not sleeping. She had not yet recovered from the jet lag abroad. She was watching a TV series.

The phone on the desktop lit up. She picked it up and looked at it. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. It was so cute. She deliberately delayed her reply to express her inner dissatisfaction.

Gao Liujing smiled, unlocked the door with a slide of her finger, and looked at the message from Bai Shi. She tapped her green fingertips on the screen and sent it with her rose-red nails. "Florence is a city in Italy. It has a nice nickname, Fei Leng Cui." .

The scenery here is good, if you have time, you can come and have a look. "

The message showed that it had been read. Gao Liujing lost interest in the TV series and stared at the phone screen, waiting for Shiraishi's reply.

"Where are you going?" "I want to try to hunt down the high priest in this city." "You want to hunt down the high priest? Are you sure? Didn't you say that he is very powerful?"

Shiraishi asked three questions in a row, and at the same time raised his hand to flick back a head that wanted to come closer.

"Well," Miyu Oniryuin covered her forehead with her hands, her big almond-shaped eyes filled with resentment, "You're stingy, I don't even care if you let Shiraishi-kun look at your phone casually."

"I won't look at your phone." Shiraishi replied angrily. Everyone hid, but this girl actually wanted to come over. She was too curious, "Do you understand your personal privacy? Just go back and wait for me. On."

"Hmph, I don't care about looking at it, I'm stingy~"

Oniryuin Miya pulled down her eyelids, made a face, and then turned around and returned to the living room.

Shiraishi shook his head and looked at the screen again, "If I don't send you a message after today, then the hunt failed.

If there is no news for more than three months, you can prepare my funeral at Nohara Shrine. "

"Tsk," he frowned slightly. Sometimes, Akira was like a brat, deliberately doing dangerous things to attract the attention of important people.

This is not the first time. Gao Liujing always likes to put herself in dangerous situations and send him messages to try to make him worry and anxious.

It is not so much immaturity of character as it is self-willed.

"Idiot, I won't worry about you. Forget about the funeral."

Shiraishi replied and stared at the screen again. There was no reply, it just showed that it had been read.

……

"Haha." Gao Liujing huddled on the sofa, looking at the message from Bai Shi, a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"What are you looking at on your phone?"

The bathroom door suddenly opened, steaming steam came out, and a woman with burgundy short hair strode out.

She is a standard European beauty, her eyes are like blue gemstones, clear and bright, and her facial features are full of three-dimensional sense, like a statue of Venus made by a master.

"I was chatting with a friend." Gao Liujing replied with a smile.

Adolf picked up the hairdryer in the hotel and started blowing her wet hair. She was surprised and said: "You can actually make friends with your personality?"

Gao Liujing leaned back and did not reply to Baishi's message. She smiled and said, "You really said something outrageous just now. Aren't you my friend?"

"No, we are just working colleagues."

Adolf shook his head and replied bluntly: "I don't want to be friends with a guy who is always lazy, willful, and likes to cause trouble.

Your appearance is only effective for men, oh, I see, the friend you are chatting with is a man. "

"Hehe, you guessed it right." Gao Liujing shrugged, her eyes fell on the screen, and saw the message sent by Baishi, "I can't read you again!"

"Haha."

She couldn't help laughing.

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

"Yes," Gao Liujing did not deny it. He turned around the phone and said with a smile on his face: "It is really a pleasant thing to make the man you like anxious and uneasy for you~"

"Your character is too bad."

Adolf shook his head and turned off the hair dryer.

Gao Liujing asked: "If you knew that Bai Shi was nervous, worried, or even angry because of you, how would you feel in your heart?"

Adolf thought for a while and replied truthfully: "Guilty, I don't want people to worry about me."

"Well, I hold the opposite opinion."

Gao Liujing stopped turning her phone and looked at the two messages that she could not read back. She seemed to be able to see someone's depressed expression. She exited the chat interface with a flick of her hand, "It's so pleasant. I really want to keep him until the agreed deadline, and then on the last day Come on stage and see what kind of expression he has~"

"You are the devil."

Adolf complained, "If you make an agreement with someone, you should implement it well."

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

Gao Liujing shook his head.

She believed that according to her plan, if they meet again, Shiraishi will definitely burst out with stronger enthusiasm than before.

The demands on her will become more intense.

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

"You are really perverted." Adolf rolled his eyes, "I'm going to sleep. If the high priest comes, remember to wake me up."

"Ah."

Gao Liujing nodded.

Abnormal, sometimes she feels that her thoughts are a little perverted.

But men, don’t they just like excitement.

So is she.

I like the exciting life the most.

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

……

In the morning, the morning in Florence is not cold, nor is it the emerald green of emerald green, but the 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 is dressed in a snow-white robe, his short blond hair is neatly combed, even his eyebrows and eyelashes are golden in color, his facial features are exceptionally handsome, and he can attract the eyes of many opposite sexes simply by walking.

The high priest didn't care, and looked at the street outside the station.

The traitor is in this city.

To be honest, the high priest didn't bear any grudge against Gao Liujing's deception and betrayal, and it was the woman's ability to make him stumble.

If there is a traitor in an organization, it must be cleaned up.

To do otherwise would be an injustice to the remaining submissive members.

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

He is not the kind of emotional person. He operates like a machine and is ruthless. This is the impression that almost everyone who comes into contact with him has.

After leaving the station, the high priest had not walked 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 flowers from women on the road. He had always rejected the expressions of love from the opposite sex.

He has dedicated his whole life to a great cause and cannot tolerate the slightest personal affair.

However, the high priest will not deny people even a chance to say a word. He looks cold on the outside and acts ruthlessly in pursuit of high efficiency, but outside of official business, his personality is gentle.

"What's the matter with you?" He stopped and asked aloud.

The woman put rosemary into his arms and said with worry on her face: "You will die in this city."

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

The woman sighed: "A fortune teller on the corner of the street, he said that the prince I hit will wear a snow-white robe and come with golden light, and then be killed by a monster that only exists in emptiness, hey, 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 entrance.

The high priest did not kill the woman.

Serving the God of Winter, when he heard the woman's words, he felt an unstoppable chill in his heart.

Every scene in front of me seems to contain murderous intent.

The instinct to escape flashed through his heart, but the high priest did not escape. He looked down at the frozen Rosemary, "I see, you want to try to kill me here."

As Gao Liujing's former boss, he naturally understood what onmyoji that person learned.

The Ukiyo Kill Painting.

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

The high priest thought that was it for a while, but the woman's words just now made another possibility emerge in his mind.

The things in the paintings can evolve into real things. Gao Liujing painted the people he met, and then painted stories one after another, and finally made the people in the paintings die in the stories.

So can the person 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 and smashed the frozen rosemary to the ground, and he continued to walk forward.

The morning sun no longer had the original warmth, and the golden layer became dim. The high priest walked through the winding street, and at the corner, a song sung by children floated.

"High Priest, High Priest, the sun rises and the sun sets~"

The high priest walked up to the children and said with a frosty face: "Who told you this song?"

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

"I won't die."

The high priest replied coldly.

The boy seemed a little puzzled, tilted his head and said, "But everyone says you die at sunset, so you must die at sunset."

The boy's words increased the chill in the high priest's heart, and he further confirmed his idea. Gao Liujing might have specially drawn a comic strip for him.

When the stories in the paintings continue to happen in reality, the subsequent stories will become more realistic and evolve into an irresistible fate.

The most uncomfortable thing is that he can't escape the story in the painting, and he can't find the person to cast the spell. He can only passively endure and resolve Gao Liujing's murderous painting.

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

That woman... The high priest's eyes darkened slightly, and the boy and his partner left in front of him, continuing to sing the ballad that was most fatal.

He didn't stop him and murmured: "I'm not going to die that easily."

How to break the law?

The easiest way is to freeze the entire population of Florence and kill them all.

But the high priest would not do that. He was not a murderer. The deaths caused by sacrifices in the past were sacrifices that had to be made for the evolution of mankind and were acts of justice.

He always considered himself a decent person.

Even though the world says he is a villain and an evil villain, he still firmly believes that everything he does is out of justice.

Because of this, he could not commit the evil act of causing mass murder for his own private affairs.

"The only way is to find out the whereabouts of the spell caster." The high priest continued to step forward, trying to capture the spell caster's thoughts, but found that the entire city was full of traces of Gao Liujing's thoughts.

All Florence has been reduced to a scene in her paintings.

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

He looked up and saw a flock of crows flying overhead. Before he could chase them away, the crows fell like rain one after another.

The crow's corpse hit the high priest accurately, forming a circle. He bent down and picked up a crow's corpse with a letter tied to his feet.

"Run! Run! You're going to die! Monsters come from nothingness!"

The big blood-colored characters appeared on the letter, and the high priest felt some difficulty breathing.

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

The sun was getting dimmer, it was clearly daytime, and there were no dark clouds. The Florence in the eyes of the high priest was already covered with hazy shadows. It was very light, but it still affected people's mood.

Does the story go to the next stage?
The high priest coughed and looked around. The passers-by around him seemed to be looking at him like a dead person.

It was at this time that the High Priest discovered that the real horror of the Ukiyo Shahua lies not in the story, but in the people who know the story.

For example, a person is walking normally on the street, and suddenly a person appears and says that he is walking wrong and cannot walk like that.

The man laughed it off and continued walking normally.

But everyone he met next said that he was walking wrong. If he couldn't walk like that, that person obviously had nothing wrong with his legs and feet, so everyone thought there was something wrong with him.

Then he himself will have the idea that there is something wrong with him, and he will really forget how to walk normally.

This is what the Ukiyo Killer Painting is like. When everyone recognizes the story in the painting and thinks that the protagonist in the painting is dead, the power of the Ukiyo Killer Painting will be increased invisibly, and the falsehood will become true.

"Ahem." The high priest began to cough. There was nothing wrong with his body, but he was driven by the cold to cough.

There was solemnity in his blue eyes, and he understood that it was said that he would die at sunset, but before sunset, he would lose his mobility and wait for death quietly.

"It turns out that I am the prey." The high priest murmured, thinking of the chase during this period, I am afraid that Gao Liujing has not shown up for a long time because he is 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 the thoughts of Dharma surged around his body.

The clear sky quickly turned dark, and the clouds seemed to be filled with heavy lead, covering up the brilliance of the sun.

On a March day, heavy snow began to fall from the sky.

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

The residents of Florence raised their heads one after another, with no overly surprised expressions on their faces. They seemed to have had a premonition early in the morning that it would snow today and someone would die today.

The high priest regards each snowflake as his own eyes and ears.

The voices of the residents, the passionate entanglement between 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 darker and darker. He understood that his search was not effective, but was predicted by Gao Liujing, which further aggravated the authenticity of the story in the painting.

"Cough cough."

The high priest coughed, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat. When he lowered his head, he saw dazzling blood on his palms.

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

impossible.

Even if it is an attack out of sight, it is impossible to kill him from thousands of miles away.

No matter how weird the Dharma of the Nian sect is, there is one basic principle that needs to be observed, and that is the intensity of the Dharma.

With the intensity of the high priest's thoughts, if you want to kill him in this way, the caster cannot 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 Xuehua couldn't hear him first. With his thoughts together, the person disappeared on this street.

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

Having just emerged on a street, he looked up at the hotel.

The person setting up a stall on the roadside suddenly screamed in terror, "Why are you still alive?"

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

"You should be dead! Looking at your face, you clearly have the face of a dead person!"

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

Murderous intent turned to death.

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

His mind was spinning, and at this critical moment, he thought of a way to crack it.

How does Ukiyo Kill Painting lock itself?
There are no more than three types of names, appearances, and thoughts. The high priest raised his hand, and the snowflakes in the air quickly condensed, forming an ice sculpture exactly like him, "High Priest."

He gave the ice sculpture a name and Dharma, and used the ice sculpture to bear the attack of the Ukiyo Killer Painting on his behalf. He carefully felt Gao Liujing's Dharma and wanted to touch her location.

However, the thought of Dharma stopped quickly, and the next wave of attacks came again.

The high priest made another ice sculpture, and this snow-white ice sculpture actually spewed feces, splashing, and white maggots kept crawling out of the ice sculpture.

The way to die is quite horrific.

The high priest continued to search for the source, constantly replacing it with ice sculptures. Time and time again, the death of the ice sculptures became faster and faster.

He felt that the distance between him and Gao Liujing was getting closer and closer, like a layer of fog that could be dispersed with a wave of his hand.

……

"No, we're about to be found." Gao Liujing's forehead was sweating. The hotel room was filled with Ukiyo-e style paintings. Each painting corresponded to what the high priest had experienced. Only in the painting of constant death, Didn't come true.

She knew that the high priest was difficult to kill, so she specially prepared 25 methods of death, but she still underestimated his methods.

"The only option is to escape."

Adolf glanced out the window. Snow was falling, and the whole of Florence was under the surveillance of the high priest.

"Well, activate the backup plan and let him see his beloved God."

Gao Liujing nodded. Naturally, she would not do anything desperate. She had already prepared a retreat. If she couldn't defeat him, she would have no choice but to run.

It's a pity that after working hard for several months to draw such a series of masterpieces, she still failed to kill the high priest.

……

"Want to run?" The high priest wanted to follow, his eyes were in a trance, and his vision appeared pure white.

This……

The high priest paused for a moment after thinking about following, then lowered his head and said, "I didn't expect that woman to let me see you again."

"Mutual use."

The God of Winter spoke. He didn't want to fulfill the woman's wish, but he was still urged by one thing, "Don't continue to talk to her, you have to speed up the pace of action."

"About this matter." The high priest wanted to explain.

"Saru is crazy. He pokes out his own eyes and keeps uttering crazy words."

The God of Winter said in a deep voice: "This means that He is about to wake up, and there is not much time left for us. You must get the Ice Scepter as soon as possible."

"Yes, I understand."

The high priest nodded, and his vision suddenly returned. He just fell into a dream for a short time, and it was not the God of Winter who really came to the world.

"Escaped? What a cunning woman."

The high priest glanced at the sky, waved his hand to let the dark clouds disperse, and decided to go to Japan himself.

(End of this chapter)