I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 179 The red-haired witch in the rain

In front of the drizzling Narita International Airport, two office workers with gangster temperament stood in front of Old Tang.

"Yes, I am Ronald Tang, who are you?"

Old Tang nodded in confusion.

"We are the ones arranged by the president to pick you up to the hotel, please come with us."

Crow smiled and turned over the photo in his hand to show Old Tang. On it was a photo of himself that Old Tang had sent to George. It seemed that these two people were George's subordinates in the company and were arranged to pick him up from the plane.

Although the two employees looked a bit underworld, the information was correct. Lao Tang lifted the backpack behind him, nodded, and followed them to the parking lot.

"Hummer H2?"

Looking at the car in front of him, Old Tang was a little surprised.

Not only amazed at how expensive this car is, but also amazed at the traces of remodeling on it.

Old Tang didn't know the Japanese laws and regulations, and he didn't see the specific modification project of the car, so although he could see that the car was obviously modified, he couldn't confirm whether it was an illegal modification.

But this has nothing to do with him. Ever since he began to practice the meditation method taught by Brother Fei, his physical fitness has changed day by day to become inhuman. , and still have the energy to rescue the two employees who picked him up by the way.

Of course, it should be impossible to blow up. How could there be such a coincidence?

After the two got into the car, Old Tang put the backpack next to the back seat, took out a box of CAMEL from it, and enthusiastically took out two sticks and handed them to the two people in the front driver's seat and the co-pilot's.

Crow and Yasha looked at each other, took the cigarette handed by Old Tang, shook off the lighter and lit it.

Yuan Zhisheng specifically told them not to behave like a gangster, this would scare his friends, he didn't want his friends to know that he was a gangster.

So when Old Tang asked the two of them whether they were Yuan Zhisheng's subordinates and what their occupation was, Crow gave a pre-made explanation when he had nothing to say.

"Genji Heavy Industries? It sounds like a big group," Old Tang nodded, looking thoughtful, "You are a heavy industry group, no wonder you remodel vehicles."

Yasha glanced at Old Tang in surprise, unexpectedly, this unattractive American man of yellow race could tell that the car had been remodeled. Could it be that he is a professional who is proficient in car remodeling?

"You guys did a great job modifying this car," Old Tang praised. "The throttle, the engine, the chassis, and the shock absorbers are all perfect!"

Yasha and Crow were satisfied with Old Tang's taste, and Yasha, who was still a little dissatisfied with Old Tang, took the initiative to say: "That's right, we are now copying the mountain trails in order to get to the hotel as soon as possible. Ordinary cars would have knocked people's brains out Even, only the shock absorption system of our modified car can walk on the ground!"

Old Tang nodded in agreement. They had already left the urban area and entered the mountain path surrounded by lush trees. bumpy feeling.

"You guys can still think of adding a watch escapement to the engine, it's really ingenious!" Old Tang was amazed, smoking a cigarette, "The ticking sound of the escapement is mixed with the sound of the engine, it's like a symphony Pleasant."

"That's right... wait!" Crow frowned, "We didn't add an escapement to the engine!"

Crow and Yaksha looked at each other, and listened carefully with a sinking heart. The sound of the Hummer's roaring engine was indeed mixed with a weak but regular "tick" sound, just like the sound of a clock...

Crow and Yasha exchanged glances, and each spit out a dirty word at the same time.

"boom--"

Bright fires burst out on the rugged mountain road in the forest, scorching air waves spread, blowing away the rain, and the leaves rustled in the wind and rain.

Old Tang was standing by the tree, holding a crow in his left hand, a Yaksha in his right hand, and his backpack in his mouth.

Twenty or thirty figures in black came out of the forest, with weapons in their hands ranging from cold weapons such as katana and wakizashi to hot weapons such as carbines, rifles and Browning automatic rifles, and there was even one person. Carrying a German-made spear 44mm rocket launcher.

The figures are of different heights, short, fat, and thin, and their weapons are also varied. Only the eyes are all uniform cold gold, shining like a ghost under the dim rain.

Old Tang's face twitched, he looked down at the crow and Yasha who were held in his hands, and choked out a sentence for a long time.

"Brother, you two smoked."

……

In a luxurious hotel near the Genji Heavy Industries Building in Tokyo, Lu Mingfei, Su Xiaoqiang, Chu Zihang, Xia Mi and Yuan Zhisheng sat on the sofa and chatted. The tea table was piled up with peanuts, melon seeds and peels, and Sakura was peeling an apple.

"Old Tang is so slow!" Xia Mi expressed his contempt for Old Tang, "He can actually mistake the landing point of his plane."

"It's normal for this kind of thing to happen to him," Lu Mingfei chewed on a piece of peeled orange that Su Xiaoqiang had just fed him, "According to what he said, he even drove outside his house to buy a Hamburgers can get lost."

"I really admire him for being able to live tenaciously till now."

There was strong admiration in Xia Mi's tone of exclamation, as if Old Tang was not a simple road idiot, but a high paraplegic and cancer patient who stubbornly struggled with life and illness.

Lu Mingfei picked a green grape from the fruit plate, and slowly peeled off the thin skin—although most people, including him, eat grapes with the skin on, but Su Xiaoqiang seems to prefer it without the skin. Skin texture.

"The person I sent to pick up Mr. Tang called me and told me that he has received it, and he should be there within two hours."

Yuan Zhisheng said.

"There are still two hours..." Xia Mi looked at Chu Zihang with a mournful face, and suggested, "Brother, why don't we go out and have fun first, and come back when Old Tang is almost here."

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei, as if asking for his opinion.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, and was about to abandon Old Tang when Yuan Zhisheng's cell phone rang suddenly.

Yuan Zhisheng apologized, and turned on the phone. It seemed to be a text message. Because of the angle, Lu Mingfei couldn't see what was written, but Yuan Zhisheng's expression changed suddenly.

"The company has urgent matters to deal with," Yuan Zhisheng stood up and bowed deeply to the others, "I'm very sorry, I need to leave temporarily."

"Understood, understand, hurry up if you have something to do in your company, don't delay and cause something," Lu Mingfei hurriedly said, "Don't worry, we can take care of ourselves."

"Don't worry, the company's headquarters is only a few streets away." Yuan Zhisheng opened his arms, and Sakura put on his coat for him, "I will personally come to apologize to everyone after I finish the matter."

Yuan Zhisheng left in a hurry with Sakura.

"What should we do now? Go out and play or continue to wait?"

Xia Mi asked.

"Let's go out and play, it's already evening, if you don't go out today, it will be a waste," Lu Mingfei took Su Xiaoqiang's hand, "I'm a little hungry, we two go out to look for food."

"I'm going too! I'm going too!"

Xia Mi raised her hand.

"Why do you come here with a light bulb? It's cool to stay!"

Lu Mingfei's tone was full of disgust, but his face winked at Xia Mi from a perspective that Chu Zihang couldn't see.

Xia Mi gave Lu Mingfei a look of "brother, good wingman", and turned around crying in the next second, hugging Chu Zihang's arm pitifully.

……

Walking in the rainy Tokyo streets with Su Xiaoqiang holding an umbrella, the lights of the metropolis spread under the hazy rain, casting a halo on the ground and walls.

Pedestrians on the street are holding umbrellas and walking in a hurry. The continuous flow of people and vehicles are like kaleidoscopes and revolving lanterns on the street.

Then a strange breath broke into Lu Mingfei's perception, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the breath.

Lu Mingfei looked through the crowd and vehicles. Under the traffic lights at the crossroads, there was a white figure standing in the drizzle. She was wearing a large witch costume, and her rare dark red long hair became wet and drooped in the rain and water vapor. Come down and stick it on the skin and priestess clothes.

On the girl's face was a tranquility and etherealness that Lu Mingfei had never seen before. The rain enveloped her, like a god's barrier separating her from the world.

She stood in the enchantment that the gods descended from the sky, like an independent elf, looking at the busy traffic in the world, and her white clothes and crimson hakama were spotless.

(End of this chapter)