School City, the seventh school district.
On the rooftop some distance from Fangli's home, a group of people were busy at this time.
It was a group of about dozens of people wearing extremely ordinary costumes.
These people are laughing and talking while doing various tasks on the rooftop.
Iron fences were installed, walls were painted, advertising paper, leaflets, and wall stickers were found to be decorated in a place, and there were also people who wrote and painted with chalk.
These scenes look like a group of people decorating the rooftop, very harmonious.
However, if there is a keen magician here, he will definitely be able to find it.
With the unfolding of these actions, the power called magic is gradually beginning to come into play.
"Chucky..."
At a certain moment, the gate of the rooftop was pushed open, causing the iron gate to make an unpleasant piercing sound.
"—"
On the rooftop, everyone's movements stopped for a moment, but they quickly recovered. While continuing their work, they veiled their eyes towards the door.
In the next second, everyone saw it.
Two people came in from outside the door.
"That's it, Master Fangli."
Wuhe, who was in charge of leading the way, gave way to Fangli behind him, as if he was serving beside him.
And seeing the people standing behind Wuhe, the eyes of everyone present also lit up.
Fang Li raised his eyes and looked at these people.
"Is this the Amakusa-style cross mischief?"
Someone answered this question.
"Yes, we are the Amakusa-style cross miserable sect."
Saying this is a tall and thin body, but he is wearing a large white shirt and jeans that can be worn by a sumo wrestler. Two red stripes cross past the front of the shirt. With a pattern of a cross.
The man’s hair seems to be deliberately shaped with wax, like the carapace of a stag beetle, exuding a weird black luster, and he wears basketball shoes with laces more than one meter on his feet, but he doesn’t tie them for some reason. There is a rope made of leather and the like hanging around his neck, and four or five small electric fans with a diameter of about ten centimeters are strung on the rope.
Such a dress is extremely weird, and if you walk on the road, it will definitely attract the attention of others.
However, like the gods of the fire, this costume has an extraordinary meaning.
The Amakusa-style cross mischief, which is good at hiding in the crowd and society, has always used very ordinary behaviors to launch magic, including daily life clothing, food, housing, and transportation have their meanings, and finally put them together into a magic style. So as to activate magic.
Therefore, the man's weird dress must also have the religious significance of the Amakusa-style cross sadism. It is definitely not an aesthetic problem to use magic with every move.
Fang Li's eyes fell on this man.
The other party also raised his eyes, met Fang Li's gaze, and grinned as he walked out of the crowd.
"Are you Fangli?"
The man raised a hand and said hello very casually, speaking like this.
"I am Jian Gong Zhai, and I am currently serving as the acting pope of the Amakusa-style cross mischievous sect."
Acting Pope.
In other words, this man named Jian Gong Zhai is the leader of the current Amakusa-style cross sad religion.
Of course, it's just an agent.
Although his demeanor seemed a little frivolous, and his appearance was a bit nondescript, Fang Li could tell from the piercing eyes of Jian Gongzhai that this man was the only one who couldn't retreat.
Because, the leader of the Amakusa-style cross mischief sect is not him, but the gods of fire.
He is just an agent.
As for the characters around Jian Gong Zhai, the members of the Amakusa-style cross mischievous sect are men and women, old and young, all wearing costumes that are just like ordinary people and can blend into the crowd naturally. Only After some minor adjustments in the subtle aspects, in order to make preparations for the launch of the operation at any time.
These people, plus the characters for Wuhe and Jiangongzhai, make up a total of fifty-two members, and they are the entire composition of the current Amakusa-style cross mischief sect.
They looked at the Fangli on the rooftop one by one, with light in their eyes, but the movements of their hands did not stop.
Fang Li's words can be seen more or less.
"Are you building a barrier?"
Yes.
Amakusa-style cross miserable religion is building an enchantment.
The props used obviously are just advertising paper, leaflets, wall stickers, chalk, stucco, paint, etc. very common things. It looks like a decoration company is working, but it is these very common behaviors. Mixing in the equipment, conditions, and meaning needed to activate the technique, the final formation is an enchantment.
Why is the enchantment arranged here
the reason is simple.
"Your home is near here?" Jian Gongzhai said with a smile: "The enemy is coming towards you, so the possibility of fighting in this neighborhood is quite high. Prepare for this area. Enchantment is never a bad thing."
This is the reason why the Amakusa-style cross sad religions that Wuhe said are scattered around.
"After all, the opponent is a saint." Jian Gongzhai said with some emotion: "No one knows better than us, how terrible a saint is."
This kind of speech made the members of the Amakusa-style cross sad sect a little silent.
Even Wuhe bowed his head deeply and fell silent.
In the past, it was because of insufficient strength to keep up with the footsteps of the Pope, who was a saint, that Amakusa-style cross mischievous religion was abandoned.
Now, with a saint as his opponent, the mood of the Amakusa-style cross mischief can be imagined.
Not to mention, this time the opponent is not just a saint.
"It is a saint, or the right seat of God, the man who puts the power of the Son of God and the angel in his palm-the water behind."
Jian Gongzhai was speaking as if he was speaking to himself, and he said it like a mockery.
"That is a stronger opponent than the Pope, and we are crazy if we find him."
He said that, but Jian Gongzhai's eyes burned with fighting spirit.
Not only the Jian Gong Zhai character, including Wu He, all members of the Amakusa-style Cross Qijiao behave like this.
The opponent is undoubtedly strong.
But precisely because of this, there is the value of challenge.
Everyone talked about this will silently.
In order to catch up with the longing people, these people seem to regard this battle as a trial.
Just because the opponent is a saint, just like the gods.
"Sorry, I told you everything."
Jian Gong Zhai suddenly became a little frivolous, and spread his hands.
"We were too excited to see a man who could defeat our pope with one blow."
Speaking of this, the voice of Jian Gongzhai did carry a trace of enthusiasm.
In the Amakusa-style cross mischief, everyone who looks towards Fangli also has longing.
Upon seeing this, Fang Li also smiled bitterly.
"So that's why I know you a little bit."
After leaving such words, Fang Li looked at everyone present.
"Since everything is worth mentioning here, then I'm not welcome."
Fang Li said so.
"How are you going to deal with the water in the rear?"