I studied beheading in a mental institution

Amidst the billowing smoke, flickering flames swept out, and Shen Qingzhu's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw this scene!

The red-robed oracle would explode after death, which he and Lin Qiye never expected, and the explosion was too sudden, without any sign at all, even if Shen Qingzhu wanted to save Lin Qiye, he had already late.

He was about to raise his hand, but he froze in place the next moment.

In the light of the flames, a huge black blade lay like a thick wall in front of the stiff Lin Qiye, perfectly blocking all the explosion impact and flames.

【Black rope】?

The blazing fire danced in front of the knife, and the explosion directly blasted a huge deep pit on the ground, but the position where Lin Qiye was standing was not affected at all, except for a few strands of charred hair, Lin Qiye could Said to be unharmed.

Lin Qiye stood there, staring blankly at the black blade that suddenly appeared in front of him, as if thinking of something, looked up at the end of the road.

There, a middle-aged man wearing a sequined suit, with a withered red rose on his waist, and two long knives on his waist, was walking slowly towards here.

Uncle Kyosuke.

"The oracle's body has been modified. When it loses vital signs, it will automatically detonate to carry out a large-scale indiscriminate and destructive blow. Be careful in the future, Asaha." Uncle Kyosuke walked out of the thick smoke, smiling at Lin Qiye said.

After the voice fell, the [Black Rope] projection that blocked the blow for Lin Qiye gradually faded and disappeared, and Uncle Kyosuke removed his hand from the handle of the knife and inserted it back into the pocket of his trousers.

"I see……"

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment when he saw the two long knives on Uncle Jingjie's waist, and quickly figured out the cause and effect of the incident. He looked at him with complicated eyes, "You, are you Li Heizhe?"

"It's a long-standing name." Uncle Jingsuke shrugged, "Actually, I prefer you to call me Jingsuke."

"Where's Xiao Jin?"

"He? He's here." Uncle Jingjie caressed the hilt of [Mi Tong], "Why don't you let him come out to say hello to you?"

Lin Qiye stared at the long golden blade, and then turned his eyes back to Uncle Kyosuke. Based on the known information, he quickly came up with the same guess as Amamiya Haruki...

"Fake death, forge letters, invite you into the urn, borrow a knife to kill... It's a big game." Lin Qiye said with emotion.

Uncle Kyosuke chuckled lightly.

"I didn't intend to involve you and Yurina, your appearance was an accident." Uncle Jingsuke looked at Lin Qiye with a strange expression, "The first time I saw you and Yurina together, I knew you were not her brother, because she has no brother at all...

At that time, I thought you were a villain from a certain force who took the opportunity to get close to my daughter. I originally planned to kill you on the first night, but after careful observation for a while, I found that you seemed to be really serious to her. There is no malice, and she still trusts you.

Later, I completely dispelled my doubts about you. "

"why?"

"Because you are so suitable to be a cowherd." Uncle Jingjie couldn't help feeling, "Just like when I was young, your temperament cannot be faked. A person like you cannot become a gun of any force. You will only follow your own heart and become the loneliest rose in the wind."

Lin Qiye glanced at the withered rose in Uncle Jingjie's pocket, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, not knowing whether Uncle Jingjie was praising him or himself.

"The lonely rose is almost withered."

"I know." Uncle Jingsuke smiled slightly, "Withering is its fate."

"To be honest, during this period of time, I was indeed deceived by your acting skills." Lin Qiye sighed, "You have always given me the feeling that you are an ordinary old cowboy who is slick and smooth. With such a deep scheming, such a big game was laid out without me being aware of it at all."

Uncle Kyosuke's expression became subtle.

"Actually..." He said hesitantly, "I didn't arrange this situation."

"what?"

"Although I'm a little smart, I'm not so smart." Uncle Jingsuke smiled helplessly, "This bureau was set up for me from the very beginning, and I'm just following his idea and perfecting the plan little by little. That's all."

"Do you have any accomplices?"

"It should be said that they are partners, each takes what he needs."

Lin Qiye looked at Uncle Jingjie with doubts flashing across his brows.

The leader behind this game is not Uncle Jingsuke?Could it be that he still couldn't see the whole picture of the situation?

"No matter what, your goal has been achieved." Lin Qiye thought for a long time, but still couldn't find any clues. He glanced at the [black rope] on the other side's waist and said.

"Are you talking about this?" Uncle Kyosuke removed the [black rope] from his waist and grinned, "This thing is indeed very important...but this thing should have been your trophy, but I gave it to you." Let’s go, and I’ll return it to you when I’m done using it.”

"Give it back to me, I may not be able to use it." Lin Qiye sighed, recalling Amamiya Haruki's description of Futsu Knife.

Uncle Jingjie chuckled, "Don't be so discouraged, out of hundreds of thousands of people, there is still a chance that one person can be the master of the sword... Come on, come on, try it out."

Uncle Jingjie casually threw the [Black Rope] to Lin Qiye, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter, but this smile, no matter how you look at it, looks like an expression of waiting to see a good show.

As the owner of "King's Blood", he can use any Fujin knife at will, and seeing how others can't pull out the knife is one of his joys in life, just like teasing the silver-robed oracle Similarly, the degree of pleasure brought to him can be ranked No. 2 among all projects, second only to being the owner of a cowherd shop.

Lin Qiye took the [Black Rope], held it in his hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, and slowly held his hand on the handle of the knife...

Fujin knife...

Lin Qiye sighed.

Let it go.

Chong——! !

Only a light sound was heard, [Black Rope] followed Lin Qiye's palm, out of the sheath half an inch!

The gleaming blade was exposed in the air, exuding a cold light, Lin Qiye could feel that an inexplicable connection appeared between him and the blade.

Lin Qiye was taken aback.

Pulled out?

Uncle Kyosuke's smile froze on his face.

He was stunned for a long time, and finally came back to his senses, restrained the stiff smile on his face, and coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Ahem, it seems that this knife recognizes you very much. Not bad, there are very few people who are qualified to become the owner of the Fujin knife..." After hesitating for a moment, he seemed a little unwilling, and put his waist The [Confused Pupil] was also untied, and it was thrown to Lin Qiye.

"Come on, try this!"