Liuhe port is an offshore port in Mingzhou city.
There is not a short distance from downtown Mingzhou.
In an abandoned factory building near the port.
A handsome young man with the appearance of a fox demon crossed his knees to the ground.
Although he was in a dilapidated and messy factory building, it was still hard to hide his cool and arrogant posture.
He seems to be from Japan.
This can be seen from the clothes they wear.
The man was dressed in white with wide cuffs.
There is a light blue jade belt around the waist.
On the white clothes, there are pieces of dancing cherry blossoms embroidered. From a distance, it looks like a splash of blood!
Behind the man in white, several Japanese ninjas in black lurk quietly in the dark corner.
His eyes are full of awe.
For a long time, the body of the man in white shook slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.
"Whoop"
the man in white breathed a long time and his mouth was slightly cocked.
"It's a magic skill that has been lost for a long time!"
"The thirteen needles of the ghost gate are really mysterious!"
"But it's a pity..." said the man in white.
But in his eyes, there is endless irony and greed.
"It's a pity that the state of Chu lost it! If I can get it early, my ampere family will surely be able to reproduce the glory of our ancestors! "
"It's not too late now!" In the dark corner, a happy voice came out.
Shangmura Tian Yong walked out of the corner and said respectfully to the man in white, "young master Qingming, but the thirteen needles of the ghost gate are ready?"
Anpei Qingming stood up from the ground, with a smile that was hard to hide.
"Not bad!"
"Qingyu has digested the old man's soul and obtained the thirteen needle skill of ghost gate!"
"It's just that"
a Qingming pondered for a moment, and his face was filled with regret. "It's just that he learned from others, not the orthodox inheritance!"
"But it's enough for unsealing ancestors!"
After Anpei Qingming finished, he turned and looked at Tian Yong, the village leader. "Is the ship ready to leave the country of Gu?"
When he heard this, he said, "it's ready! Wait for young master Qingming to get on the boat! "
"Good!"
Anpei Qingming's eyes are satisfied. "Let's go! Return to Japan! "
Looking up from afar, Anpei Qingming's eyes showed the color of expectation.
"I'm looking forward to seeing my ancestors!"
Take back the spirit of mind, an Pei Qingming's body shape flashes, and the man has come to the outside of the factory.
"Keep up!"
Murakami Murakami whispered.
Under the leadership of Tian Yong, the Ninjas of Shangcun ethnic group followed ah Qingming.
Ampere Qingming, who walked out of the factory, put his hands behind him, looked up at the sky, and his eyes were full of light.
"Why stop, young master Qingming?"
Tian Yong, Shangcun, stands behind an Pei Qingming and asks aloud.
One finger is holding a ninja dart, and the other hand is holding on to the waist sword.
Shangmura Tian Yong is asking about a Qingming, but his eyes are still looking around vigilantly.
"Don't look, in the sky!"
Anpei Qingming smiled a little. "I can't imagine that I would be lucky to meet someone who is proficient in Taoism in guguo!"
"In the sky?!"
Shangmura's heart was shocked. He raised his eyes and looked up at the sky. His eyes flashed a sharp cold light.
"There!"
Above the heads of several people, a paper crane made of white paper is dancing and circling around the people.
Clang!
A blade of light swept by.
Shangmurata bravely inserts the long knife into the scabbard.
A Qingming reaches forward with one hand and catches the paper crane cut into two sections by the knife light.
Looking at the paper crane in his hand, a Qingming's face slightly changed.
"This is white paper, not Rune paper!"
Anpei Qingming was shocked. Did the Taoist elders do this!