I'm a priest in North America, and I'm my own god.

After Chen Yuan left and walked out of the office where the special operations personnel were, he stopped as soon as he stepped into the next intersection.

Because there was a man standing not far in front of him.

If I had to describe it, this should be considered an Asian man in strange clothes.

Lantern-legged pants, wide robe sleeves, and the ancient pattern color, at a glance, you can tell that it is a Japanese-style samurai uniform.

The most important thing is.

What era is it, and he still wears a hat.

A black hat covers half of his face, but what is not covered is the sharp eagle-like eyes.

What is even more surprising is that this person is holding a slender samurai sword in his arms. Although it is not unsheathed, people can feel the amazing chill in it from a distance, as if it is ready to be unsheathed and drink blood at any time.

This outfit, this momentum.

Those who don’t know would think it is a swordsman from the Wu family three or four hundred years ago!

Chen Yuan even felt that although the sword of this little day opposite him has not been unsheathed, the sword intent contained in it has locked his body from a distance.

This is a situation where if you don't move, you'll be fine, but if you move, you'll be as powerful as thunder.

Interesting!

Really interesting!

To be honest, Chen Yuan has always dealt with gods and demons. This is the first time he has encountered a mortal holding a knife and running in front of him. He locked onto his aura without saying a word, and was ready to kill him if he disagreed with him. It was fresh.

Opposite.

The warrior who lived a simple life slowly raised his head, revealing a sharp face carved by the years. He was a little thin, but his eyes were very steady and fierce.

He looked to be about thirty or forty.

"You are very smart. You can see through the rules of the ghost with the strength of an ordinary person!"

The warrior's voice was low, powerful but slightly sinister, and he said this in a slightly stiff oriental language.

Although the voice was gentle, the coldness between the sentences and the cold and sharp eyes could make ordinary people feel the other party's deterrence deep into their souls.

"You shouldn't be so smart."

This slightly ancient way of dialogue made Chen Yuan feel a little fresh and a little uncomfortable.

Although Chen Yuan felt a little awkward, he decided to play along, so he replied, "So, I shouldn't have guessed the rules of the slit-mouthed woman!"

The warrior on the opposite side nodded, his eyes were cold but his tone suddenly had a hint of hypocritical pity.

"There are many things in this world that ordinary people shouldn't know!

They don't deserve to know!"

This tone, coupled with the other party's stiff oriental language, how can it sound awkward?

And a little inexplicably familiar.

As for how familiar, Chen Yuan didn't remember why it was familiar for a while.

But he still followed the other party's words and replied.

"But if I didn't know, I would have died at that time!"

The other party slowly pulled out the samurai sword at his waist. As the sword was unsheathed, the temperature between the two seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

The unsheathed samurai sword drew an arc in the air, and it seemed to be able to cut through the silent night sky.

The warrior looked at the young oriental man coldly, as if he was looking at a dog that was about to die under his knife.

"Even if you escaped that disaster, can you dodge my sword with your wisdom?

This sword is called Muramasa!

It is a demon sword. It must drink blood before it can be sheathed!

On the big day, Muramasa Demon Sword is known as the end of the Tokugawa family. It is born with the power to kill gods and demons.

It is your honor to die under this sword!"

Chen Yuan was unmoved. This was not a level existence, but he seemed to want to tease the other party.

"Just because I saw through the rules of the slit-mouthed woman, you want to kill me?"

The warrior on the opposite side nodded coldly: "Yes!

A mortal is not scary, but a person who can calmly face the slit-mouthed ghost and figure out its rules without strength is a bit scary.

If such a smart person is actually an Oriental, then it is even more unacceptable!

Unless..."

He looked at Chen Yuan meaningfully.

Chen Yuan actually understood what he said, but now he really wanted to see the other party showing off, so he asked: "Unless what?"

The other party pointed the tip of the knife at the ground, and the murderous aura of the blade was directly facing Chen Yuan's face. This was to suppress Chen Yuan with his momentum.

Then he said.

"There are many people in this world, some are smart for a while, and some are smart for a lifetime.

Which type do you think you are?"

"Oh!"

Chen Yuan felt that he had played enough, so he acted as if he had suddenly realized something: "I understand what you mean!

This slit-mouthed woman was actually created by you, but you didn't expect that ordinary people could find the weakness of the slit-mouthed woman according to the rules.

And you are definitely going to create more than just the slit-mouthed woman, because you are known as 800 gods in your daily life, and there will definitely be countless more to come in the future.

Eight hundred gods, but in fact most of them are ghosts, just like the slit-mouthed woman, these ghosts have more or less weaknesses.

And these ghosts created by you may become the foundation of your rise in America.

Because of this, mortals like me who can use wisdom to find the weaknesses of such powerful ghosts have only two choices.

One is to be killed.

The other is to be used by you!

In fact, what you mean is more about absorbing talents like me for your own use.

Because I am calm enough and mentally strong enough, I can calmly and quickly come up with a solution in a critical moment.

This is a rare talent in any force, and this should be a force that you are willing to approach and absorb.

Am I right? "

The warrior on the opposite side seemed to have prepared himself mentally, and it may be that this reason was not difficult to guess in his mind, so he did not feel surprised to hear the oriental man in front of him guess such a result so directly.

Instead, he asked with a look of control: "Since you have guessed it, you can choose now, whether to let me chop off your head with a knife, or join us and contribute your wisdom to the glorious rise of America on the big day? ”

It seems like a choice.

But in fact, there is only one choice, if you don’t want to die.

If the oriental man in front of him dares to say no, the warrior will dare to chop off his head very straightforwardly with his sword already unsheathed.

So the warrior is very confident that he will get a satisfactory answer.

But he didn’t expect that the oriental man opposite him suddenly said with a strange look on his face.

“I remember that the accent you speak in is obviously the oriental Gu Long accent!

Well...you actually read such an ancient novel!

No wonder you speak so strangely, you are not stupid after reading novels!

However, since you like to read such an ancient novel, do you know that the most powerful weapon in Gu Long’s novel is not a knife or a gun, but a rain of pear blossom needles!

Also, I don’t know if you have seen such an oriental movie. I think there is a line in it that suits you very well. That line goes like this.

【Sir, times have changed! 】

There is another line in another movie, which is even more classic.

【The gun is fast at seven steps away, and the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps! 】"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted up his coat, and a small submachine gun was hanging on the inside of the coat.

"Victor submachine gun, although the original magazine capacity is only a dozen rounds, but the one in my hand uses a special extended magazine with a capacity of 33 rounds.

The most important thing is that its shooting interval is 0.055 seconds/round, and the firing rate is very fast.

This samurai or Mr. Ninja, what do you think, your sword is faster, or my submachine gun is faster? "