A luxurious car parked on the street outside the Jiajia Building.

Inside the car, a white-headed old man in a samurai uniform was looking at this place from afar.

Li Hao raised his eyebrows slightly.

This person!

Yamamoto Kazuo!

The Destiny Demon Eye activates, and Li Hao instantly finds the information he wants.

"Bang bang bang."

Just as Li Hao was checking Yamamoto Ichigo, a knock suddenly sounded outside the door.

The door opens.

Li Hao looked at the two beauties in front of the door and smiled and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

Ma Xiaoling looked unhappy.

She glanced at Wang Zhenzhen sideways and snorted angrily: "We are going out for midnight snacks, do you want to go together?"

Li Hao glanced at Ma Xiaoling strangely.

Will this guy be kind enough to treat me to a midnight snack?

Li Hao has a deep understanding of Ma Xiaoling's love for money.

Li Hao smiled and said, "Okay, I'm thinking about how to pass the time."

Wang Zhenzhen glanced at Li Hao, lowered her head shyly, and whispered: "Mr. Li, you, you don't plan to change your clothes."

Li Hao glanced at his ancient style robe and suddenly smiled and said, "I forgot."

Because the world he is in has become popular in retrospect, and most of the worlds he goes to are ancient or hodgepodge worlds, Li Hao did not pay attention to his own clothes style being incompatible with the ordinary modern earth.

Li Hao quickly changed into a white modern casual outfit and walked out, with his long hair simply tied behind him with a hairband.

When Li Hao walked out of the room, both of them had slightly brighter eyes.

Li Hao, who has put on modern clothes, has a bit more literary style and a kind of undescribable freedom and confidence than the previous handsome men in ancient costumes.

The jade face was flawless and the sword eyebrows were flying, which made the two little sisters' hearts beat.

However, Ma Xiaoling quickly reacted, curled her lips disdainfully, and snorted: "I'm dressed up and I don't know whose girl I want to hook up with."

Wang Zhenzhen's pretty face turned slightly red and she lowered her head silently.

Li Hao rolled his eyes.

Who are you the leader of this group?

The ordinary rouge vulgar pink group owner still doesn’t like it. If you hook up, I hook up with you.

Li Hao complained in his heart, feeling that he could not continue to spoil Ma Xiaoling, the stinky tongue woman.

He shrugged freely and smiled: "I will definitely not look down on you anyway."

Ma Xiaoling raised her eyebrows and glared at Li Hao.

"Bastard, what do you mean? What's wrong with me? Baabababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababa

Ma Xiaoling was angry and secretly cursed someone for a lifetime of bachelor.

Li Hao smiled without saying a word, and Wang Zhenzhen also covered her mouth and chuckled, which made Ma Xiaoling angry.

The three of them walked out of Jiajia Building and headed towards the nearby snack street.

Li Hao did not care about Yamamoto who was observing from a distance, and he had a relationship with Wang Zhenzhen and said nothing.

Not far away.

Yamamoto stared at Wang Zhenzhen, his pupils tightened into a little. His right hand held the handrail of the cane tightly, and the handrail wrapped in metal was pinched into pieces without even notice.

How is that possible?

How could it be so similar?

Yamamoto Kazuo looked at his peerless face that was almost exactly the same as his deceased wife, and his heart was filled with storms.

His eyes were blurred, and his mind seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to the very long past, and back to the period of World War II.

"Ding Ding Ding."

Time passed without realizing it in memory, and the servant and the driver did not dare to disturb Yamamoto's meditation.

Suddenly, a rapid ringtone broke the silence.

Yamamoto came back from his nostalgia and stared at the servants in the front row like an eagle.

The servant answered the phone and a strange male voice came from the opposite side: "Mr. Yamamoto, we need to talk. I am at Hirojin Building, and I believe Mr. Yamamoto will be interested in our next conversation."

The phone suddenly hung up and a blind voice came.

Yamamoto narrowed his eyes slightly, silently playing with the ring in his hand, his expression not showing at all.

The servant and the driver held their breath nervously and dared not speak.

They followed Yamamoto Ichiho for many years and were very familiar with Yamamoto's personality. If he gets angry, it means there is room for regaining the situation. If he doesn't feel angry when encountering problems, it's not that he is not angry, but because he is already angry and extremely angry.

Yamamoto was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Go back."

"Hi."

The driver suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully.

Guangyin Building.

The four-person team of the main god space stood on the top floor of Guangyin Building, with a bunch of security guards lying outside the door. As for the person in charge of Guangyin Building, they could only hide in the corner and shivered.

He looked at the four people in horror, as if he had seen the evil ghost from hell.

The captain stood by the window, overlooking the brightly lit Xiangjiang River. The other three stood on his left and right sides, alerting the surrounding situation.

The catwoman said boredly: "Captain, we really want to cooperate with Kazuo Yamamoto?"

The captain said calmly: "Yamamoto is very capable in Japan. If he can cooperate with him, it will be of great benefit to our mission."

The witch glanced at the person in charge of Hirojin Building and said in a spirit: "Captain, Yamamoto's strength is extraordinary, and he is also a zombie bloodline. He is immortal. How should we convince him?"

The captain chuckled and said, "Anyone has desires. As long as he has desires, he will have weaknesses. And I will control his weaknesses and let him use them for my own use."

"Smack it."

As soon as the captain finished speaking, a burst of applause suddenly rang in the room.

But an old man in a samurai uniform appeared in front of the door out of thin air.

His steps were firm, like a lion patrolling the territory, his eyes full of oppression.

Yamamoto said coldly: "It makes sense to remark, but I want to know who gives you this kind of confidence."

Yamamoto said, stopping two meters behind the four people, and not taking action rashly.

He could feel the huge energy on the four people, a terrible power that ordinary people could not possess, and even made him feel extremely dangerous.

Yamamoto looked at the four people, his eyes stayed on the catwoman for a few seconds, and finally looked at the captain.

Witches, monsters, warriors, ninjas, are really strange combinations.

Yamamoto was puzzled. He had never heard of such a strange combination and such a powerful person in Japan.

The captain said calmly: "Solve the defects of your zombie bloodline. Can this condition make Mr. Yamamoto tempt?"

Yamamoto's pupils tightened and his face twitched slightly.

Solve the flaws of zombie bloodline!

Yamamoto forced himself to calm down and said, "What do you mean?"

The captain said confidently: "Although the zombie bloodline allowed Mr. Yamamoto to gain immortality, he lost a lot of fun as a human being and could only rely on drinking blood for a living. And I can help Mr. Yamamoto solve this problem, and from then on, he will live like a normal person and no longer need to drink blood for a living."

Yamamoto's expression was unpredictable.

He himself did not feel that there was any problem with drinking blood to make a living, but if this problem could be solved, Yamamoto Kazuo would naturally be happy to see it.

But he didn't know if he should trust these people.

While the zombie bloodline brings power, it also brings huge power and wealth.

It’s not that Yamamoto has tried to change his own shortcomings in recent years, but neither modern technology nor ancient mysterious methods can solve this problem.

The captain saw Yamamoto's doubts, took out a small thumb-sized porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to Yamamoto Ichiho, and said confidently: "If Mr. Yamamoto doesn't believe it, he can let other zombies take over the things here, and the result will naturally be clear at a glance."

Yamamoto took the porcelain bottle and looked at the captain in surprise.

Is this true?

He was puzzled and soon looked at the person in charge of Guangyin Building not far away.

One hour later.

Yamamoto Kazuo looked at the person in charge of Hirojin Building who was enjoying tasting ordinary people's food but without any discomfort, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes.
To be continued...