I have hundreds of millions of believers

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There are men and women among them, but without exception, they are all neat suits, dressed like successful people.

In contrast, the group of aunts seemed much lower.

The middle-aged man came to Cangsuke and bowed slightly, "Sorry, Kitahara Miyajidai, I have kept you waiting!"

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Tanaka, you can come, I am already very grateful!"

Cangsuke smiled happily, with a feeling of exultation.

Fukuyama's expression changed wildly: "Mountain, Yamada, how come you guys are here!"

"Why can't I be here? Fukuyama, let me tell you that yesterday I already gave you Uki Hachimangu Shrine very much."

"But what you did today is so disgusting! It's disgusting!"

Yamada turned his head abruptly and looked at the green-skirt aunt who was quietly retreating: "This lady, I am Yamada. If you are really my wife, why don't I know you?"

"My name is Lichuan, but my wife has been dead for eight years, this lady, who are you?" a fifty-something old man also asked with cold eyes.

"And me~" a woman in her thirties said gracefully.

"I am the only daughter of our Mizusaki family. Where is the husband? This lady, are you my stepmother?"

"Fukuyama Yasui! I want you to explain!!"

The fat man felt like he was being played, or he was playing like a monkey!

If this happened back to Tokyo, he would only have to cut his belly in minutes to commit suicide, so there is no face to live on!

Fukuyama gritted his posterior molars and spent a long time before squeezing out: "But there are no believers in Tianqiong. There is no need for this shrine to exist!"

"Who said that there are no believers?" Yamada smiled at the corner of his mouth and said to the fat man, "This priest, can you please come with me to the door?"

The fat man smiled awkwardly: "Okay! Then I'll go take a look. Fukuyama Kangping, let's go together!"

"Cangsuke, let's go see it too!" Mai wiped a tear, wondering that the outside must be full of people, can there be two hundred, or even three hundred people?

If there are so many, then the younger brother won't have to work so hard in the future!

"Okay, let's go and have a look. Huh? Xiaohei, are you going too?"

Reaching out and picking up Ye Yi who came to him at some point, Cangsuke sprinted to the door.

Several aunts quietly followed the crowd and slipped out of the gate of the shrine. No one cared about them when they looked around, so she hurried away.

"I will never pick up this kind of work again, my face hurts when I was exposed!"

"Come on, I'm even more miserable, OK, the wife of Lichuan has been dead for eight years, and I still..."

"I'm the worst. There are no men in the Mizusaki family. I am an adult mother!"

"Okay, let's talk about what those are doing, run away, and be careful when people arrest us to the police car headquarters!"

As they were talking, suddenly a roar of motors rang, and dozens of motorcycles rushed in and circled them.

And outside the encirclement, a mixed-race girl was leaning on the motorcycle with a lady's cigarette in her mouth.

"Boss Sakai, what are you...what are you doing?" Aunt Green Dress asked with a guilty conscience.

She opened her mouth and spit out a big smoke ring, and the girl threw most of the cigarette on the ground and trampled it out.

Sakai Skylark raised his head, and his cold gaze swept across their faces: "I said you stand on the street when you stand on the street, why do you take such disgusting work?"

"Boss Sakai, we can't do anything about it. After all, at our age, there is nothing to live with." Aunt Green skirt became more and more disturbed.

"That said, it's not easy for anyone, just like our Tatsuzaki group, so I came to collect protection fees today."

"What? Didn't you just hand it in this month!" The aunt's face changed wildly.

"And we didn't bring any money this time!"

"Really? Why don't I remember? But it doesn't matter if you don't bring money, as long as...you each leave a finger, it's almost the same."

Outside the shrine is an open square, and at this time, it is densely packed with people of all kinds.

There are OLs wearing black silk skirts and stiletto heels, white-collar workers wearing shirts and ties, construction workers wearing yellow helmets, and people from all walks of life.

Fat people look stupid, this is too exaggerated!How many people came, one thousand or two thousand?There are already too many to count. Okay!

Fukuyama's eyes are almost coming out, how come there are so many people, these guys won't attract everyone from their company!But how did they bring so many people here?

"Cangsuke, how many people are these? I'm not good at maths, but I can't count it..." Mai's eyes were full of small stars, and tears of excitement remained.

"About three thousand people."

His eyes were also a little moist, and the few calls he made in the afternoon had the mentality of being a dead horse doctor.Unexpectedly, these few people are so powerful and can bring so many people!

The little black cat was lying in her arms, her eyes narrowed.

Sure enough, planting a good cause and fruiting a good result can have the effect of today's sensation, which is inseparable from this kid's efforts to get rid of the spirit during this time.No.1 Novel www.xsh1.com

Yamada waved his hand down suddenly: "Who are you?"

"We are all believers in Tianqiong Shrine! Tianqiong! Tianqiong! Tianqiong!..."

More than 3,000 people shouted at the same time, and the sound shook the sky, almost half of Narugi City could hear their roar.

A huge force of faith rushed into Kitahara Cangsuke's inner body, but because of the bottleneck, one after another fell silent. As long as the bottleneck was opened, his strength would immediately rise.

Yamada looked at the fat man again: "These believers are too many! Kitahara Miyoshidai helped us exorcise evil, which indirectly saved our lives.

If we die, they will all be unemployed, so they are all believers who truly believe in Tianqiong Shrine!"

At this time, the fat man also woke up from the shock, and quickly said loudly: "I announce..."

"and many more!"

Being interrupted again, Fatty's expression instantly turned fierce.

"Fukuyama Yasuhei! What else do you have to say! I tell you, when I return to Tokyo, I must impeach you in the main hall of the shrine. You, the palace secretary of Uki Hachimangu Shrine, have done their best!"

"Yes, this is your right, but what I want to say now is also in compliance with the regulations! I suspect that they are colluding with fraud for the purpose of laundering money!"

Yasuo Fukuyama's eyes were ferocious and his eyes were red.

"You are unreasonable to make trouble!" Yamada is also anxious, fucking!It's endless, right?Is this old thing going to tear his face openly?

"Fukuyama Yasuhira, are you fucking crazy! Joan Shrine has something to do with money laundering this day!"

The fat man was also anxious, and he, who was always known for his restraint, burst into swearing.

"It doesn't matter, if he can't prove that he really has such a powerful ability to remove spirits, then all of this is fake, it's a show!"

"How do you want me to prove it?" Kitahara Cangsuke's thin lips stretched out, and it was a mocking sneer.

I'm willing to go downhill for playing dirty tricks, but I have to talk about the spirit...

Hehe!Ordinary virtual two or three go together, it's just a matter of waving a few more royal coins!

"It's very simple!" Fukuyama Kangping red eyes, suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a trance-looking woman among the crowd.

"This reporter Asakawa claims to have been cursed for seven days since yesterday, and now there are six days to live. As long as you can solve her and let her live for six days, I will admit your ability.

At that time, Kunimura won’t have to report to the shrine’s main office. I took the initiative to resign from my position as the imperial secretary and I will be removed from Shintoism!"

Yasuhiro Fukuyama had red eyes and pointed at Yamada and the others.

"If you dare not agree, then I am no longer a palace secretary, but I still have contacts and wealth!"

"I will use up all this to sue you, you, and all of your businesses! I want you to have no peace!!"

"Asshole!"

The complexions of Yamada and the others all changed, and there was a surplus of power. This old guy has ruled Uki Hachiman Palace for many years, and the network and wealth he has accumulated are huge.

Even if the old guy fell this time, no one of them could bear the counterattack before he died!

Moreover, for the sake of making money for them, no one has a clean butt, even if there is a possibility of one in ten thousand being detected, then I am afraid that the next to fall is myself!

Things have developed to this point, even the fat man has no words.He has already given up his identity as the palace secretary, and has made it clear that he wants to die, what can he say?

He even started to worry about his personal safety.Can this old boy kill himself with his hands?

hiss……!Have to guard!

"Okay, I promise you! But can you keep your promise?" Cang Jie's eyes were deep and mysterious, like a pool of water.

"You have proven the ability to remove spirits, and I naturally have no reason to sue them." Fukuyama Yasui's eyes were full of resentment.

Whoever touches this curse will die!Unexpectedly, my unexpected move of chess turned out to be a comeback, go to hell!The price for me to step down is your life!

"Kitahara-kun, I can't promise him, this must be a trap! The big deal is that we will jointly invite the best lawyers in Tokyo..."

"Mr. Yamada, no need. This matter started because of me, and it must end with me.

Cangsuke is already grateful for everyone to come and help me, and I really can't let you suffer any more.

And please trust my ability to remove spirits, just as you did when you chose to trust me."

Then he took a few steps forward to the female reporter named Asakawa.

"Miss Asakawa, right? What happened to you? What's the curse that must die for seven days?"

The female reporter was a little confused, when she suddenly heard someone ask her, her pupils slowly focused.

"Are you really willing to help me?" Her voice was very soft and erratic, and her whole state was like sleepwalking.

"Of course! I am willing to help you. Please also elaborate on the situation." He looked into Asakawa's eyes, his gaze was extremely sincere.

Seeing that gaze, Asakawa seemed to feel a touch of warmth, and sighed deeply, she reached out and took out a video tape from her bag.

"All of this starts with this videotape..."