Kanagawa Taoist College Students

"How much?" Compared to Sawai Midori's excitement for money, Li Xuehao was much calmer. He was not short of money, and even though he just glanced at it, he had actually seen the amount on the check, which was 10 million yen. . A small ten million is nothing to him.

"Ten million, that's ten million yen. Each of us will share half, so we have five million!" Midori Sawai said loudly and excitedly, his voice trembling, and his money-obsessed look could be read between the lines. Listen out.

"Donate my half." Li Xuehao was completely unmoved and said calmly.

"What did you say?" The expression on Sawai Midori's face froze, wondering if he heard wrongly.

"Donate it for me." Li Xuehao repeated.

Midori Sawai heard clearly this time and was sure that he did not have auditory hallucinations. He looked incredulous: "Manaka, are you sure you want to donate it? This is five million! Five million yen!! You want to donate five hundred Will you donate all the 10,000 yen?" The amount was emphasized several times to highlight the huge number.

"Yes, donate it all." Li Xuehao confirmed again, and also reported the address of Erteng Orphanage and asked her to donate the money to the orphanage.

Sawai Midori gradually calmed down and looked at him with a strange look: "It seems that Manaka is really a very gentle person. Don't worry, I will donate it for you, will it be in your name?"

"No need, just use your name." Li Xuehao didn't care about false names at all. No matter who donated, it would be the same.

Sawai Midoriya had nothing to say. It was obviously difficult for her to understand the guy who casually donated a huge sum of money.

Li Xuehao continued to walk forward. Midori Sawai carefully collected the check and chased after him: "By the way, where are we going now?"

"Looking for someone." Li Xuehao responded casually and opened his right hand. The two faint black energies that were originally held in his hand had merged into one and floated out from his hand, but they did not float far away. They always maintained In mid-air one meter away in front of him, "Follow it and you can find it."

Sawai Midori had just seen his secret actions, and now he finally knew why he did what he did.

A faint black energy led the way ahead, but ordinary people could hardly see its existence, so the two of them followed step by step.

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At the same time, in a handicraft store in Chinatown.

The shop is not big, but the decoration is quite exquisite, and it sells a wide variety of handicrafts, including Song brocade, bamboo weaving, straw weaving, embroidery, batik, wood carving, oil-paper umbrellas, clay sculptures, paper-cuts... almost everything.

However, the store was already closed at this time, the door was half closed, and there were only three people in the store.

One is a middle-aged man wearing a long gown. He is tall, probably over 1.8 meters tall, but his hair is half bald. He looks a bit funny, and his appearance is not that good, giving people a gloomy feeling.

Next to him is a young man, about 20 years old, wearing ordinary casual clothes. Seeing him respectfully guarding behind the middle-aged man in a long gown, he seems to be his junior.

There is also a middle-aged man opposite the two of them, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with shiny leather shoes, looking like a successful person. It's a pity that he has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, which greatly reduces his image, as if he was wearing a crown after bathing in monkeys.

The middle-aged man in a long gown sat behind a table, but his sitting posture was a bit strange. He was originally sitting upright, but his upper body was leaning forward. On the table in front of him, there was a small flag.

I don’t know what kind of material the flag is made of. It is neither paper nor cloth. It is full of snakes, insects, rats and ants, which looks a bit scary. However, the middle-aged man in a long gown was not afraid at all. He even grabbed the small flag and played with it gently in his hand.

"Master Youhe, when will we call again?" The middle-aged man in a suit looked at the leisurely-looking middle-aged man in a long gown and asked a little uneasily.

"No rush." ​​The middle-aged man in a long gown glanced at him lightly. Although his face was expressionless, judging from the gloom that flashed deep in his eyes, it was obvious that he was not really that calm.

The middle-aged man in a suit was a little afraid of him and didn't dare to push him any further. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stood there, not daring to speak anymore.

The middle-aged man in a long gown played with the scary little flag in his hand for a while, and seemed to be a little reluctant to have him stand opposite, so he said: "Inaba, you go back today. I will let you know when I call."

"Yes, Master Youhe." The middle-aged man in a suit bowed deeply to him and walked away, looking back three times.

"Master, this is the filial piety of that guy just now." Seeing the middle-aged man in a suit leave, the young man on the side suddenly handed him a piece of paper the size of a palm respectfully, but what he said was not Japanese, but Mandarin.

The middle-aged man in a long gown took it and glanced at it lightly, then handed the paper back to the young man, and also said in Mandarin: "Let's go to the bank to make the account later."

"Yes!" The young man was extremely respectful, but after taking a look outside the door, his expression turned disdainful, "Master, we are really in the right place, this little devil's money is easy to make."

Hearing these disdainful words, the middle-aged man in long robes not only did not feel embarrassed, but nodded, and a fierce look appeared on his face: "When I become rich, those old **** who forced us to leave our country, they Everyone wants to live a good life."

"Yes, we must get back what we lost." The young man echoed fiercely.

The middle-aged man in a long gown said no more, but picked up the small flag in his hand and continued to "play" with it.

However, I don't know whether it was due to quality reasons or because I played too hard. The small flag in my hand suddenly trembled, and a small piece of "fabric" on the flag fell down and fell to the table.

Where it quickly fell, the small piece of "fabric" turned into a small pile of black ashes as if it had been burned through by fire. The breeze blew and took away the black ashes.

"Damn it!" The middle-aged man in a long gown changed his expression, then grabbed the small flag and thrust it on the table. However, before he could insert it, his whole body shook violently and he groaned. He couldn't help but throw the little flag on the table, as if a violent high temperature suddenly occurred on the little flag and burned him.

"Master!" the young man next to him shouted worriedly.

The middle-aged man in a long gown had a gloomy face: "I'm fine. I didn't expect that this time, just like last time, I would meet a 'comrade' and cure my poison. Damn it, **** it, **** it!" There were three words on his face. Damn it”, showing how angry he really was.

"Are we going to change places again?" A sad look appeared on the young man's face.

The middle-aged man in a long gown had a stern look on his face, and said conspiratorially: "No, we will stay here this time. I want to see if the other party is really so powerful that he can find this place. Even if he finds it... I will let him Have a taste of what 'Ten Thousand Insects' Eater' tastes like."