Cang retracted his claws and fangs decisively.
"Tell me, why are you following us? Do you want to attack us?"
Chen Zhao stared at the two monsters with a cold expression.
It wasn't that they were weak.
Itachi was a rather famous monster in Japanese mythology.
He wasn't that weak either.
However, they were short of one.
Moreover, they were facing a large group of people.
Their aura was extremely weak.
They had no other choice but to pretend to be pitiful.
"We … We want to borrow your demon knife." Cang looked at Chen Zhao, trembling.
"Borrow? Are you that elegant? Are you planning to steal or rob? "
Chen Zhao had seen them kill and rob on the streets.
They didn't show mercy at all.
Of course, Chen Zhao couldn't be bothered to argue with them.
This was Japan anyway. It had nothing to do with him.
Unless it was like now, plotting against him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't care at all.
Japan's spirit world was different from North America's.
The Japanese mainly dealt with monsters by suppressing or purifying them.
To them, it didn't matter how many people a monster killed.
The more ferocious a demon was, the more merit one would gain if they were purified.
North America was mostly dominated by evil spirits. There would be some disturbances from other monsters or magical beasts.
Furthermore, as long as it was an evil spirit or a magical beast that had taken human life, it would basically be hard for it to escape death.
The two regions had different standards.
Of course, it was also because they had different views.
So, Chen Zhao didn't care how many people these two monsters killed.
In Japan, there were no monsters that didn't kill people.
The only difference was how many or how few they killed.
Otherwise, they would be the kind that couldn't even beat normal people.
"What do you want the demon knife for? Are you going to start a massacre? "
It wasn't that Chen Zhao looked down on them.
With their strength, let alone the fact that they would be controlled by the Demon Blade if they took it.
Even if they could maintain their sense of self, they wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.
In less than half a day, they would be suppressed.
Especially since this was Tokyo, the place with the most spiritualists and supernatural organizations.
"No, no, no … No, we want to use the demon knife to find our brother Yao."
"What does finding your brother have to do with stealing the demon knife?"
"Every Bewitching Blade has a special ability, Hunt." Cang said, "As long as it is stained with the blood of the prey, even if the prey escapes to the ends of the earth, the demon blade will still be able to find it."
"Do you have your brother's blood?"
"Yes, yes."
Chen Zhao rubbed his chin. "What do I get out of helping you find your brother?"
"Our brother has medicine. He has a medicine pouch. The medicine in that medicine pouch can quickly heal external injuries. As long as it's not the head or a vital point, it can instantly heal any cuts or external injuries," Sickle said.
Chen Zhao sank into deep thought. The medicine didn't seem to be effective on him.
However, he thought about his family and the people in the association.
This medicine was very useful to them. After all, everyone had an emergency.
"Are you sure your brother is still alive?"
"Of course, we three brothers are of the same origin. If the medicine dies, we won't be able to live either."
The two brothers were so anxious to save the medicine.
It was not just because of their brotherhood.
At the same time, the three brothers' lives were tied together.
If one of them died, the other two would die as well.
The Weasel Sickle race was like this. They had a litter of three brothers.
They came from the same origin and entrusted their lives to each other.
Thus, the Weasel Sickle race had always been protective of their kin.
"Sure, I'll help you," Chen Zhao agreed readily after a short moment of consideration.
Just then, Portia pushed the door open and saw more than 20 people in the room.
Chen Zhao also had two rats in his hands.
"Ah … rats …"
"These guys are so boring." Gaia walked up and put her arm around Portia's shoulder. "I caught two rats and they're having so much fun. Let's go to another room."
Portia hurriedly followed Gaia out of the room.
"Are all Japanese rats this big?" Portia asked with lingering fear.
Such a big rat was definitely a big shock to her.
She thought about the size of the two rats.
She felt that she would have nightmares tonight.
…
"No, I can't feel it at all." Chen Zhao shook his head.
He smeared Weasel Sickle's blood on it, but he couldn't feel the existence of the medicine or his location.
But it couldn't be helped. After all, Chen Zhao wasn't controlled by the demon blade.
Of course, he couldn't enjoy the power it gave him.
To Chen Zhao, the demon blade had no other use other than being sharper than regular weapons.
"Let me try," West said at that moment.
"West, the demon blade can control people. Are you sure?" Chen Zhao looked at West hesitantly.
He didn't want one of them to take such a risk to save a monster.
"President, I'm confident," West said.
"President, I can cast a Soul Light on West to protect his consciousness from being eroded," Moore Raz said.
"I have a Soul Pendant here," Rouen Faxben said. "It can also prevent consciousness from being eroded."
He was rather interested in this deal.
He was mainly interested in the medicine pouch.
If he got it, he could use it for research.
"Okay. Cast a spell on West first and hang the Soul Pendant on him too," Chen Zhao said. "West, if I find anything wrong with you, don't blame me for knocking you out."
"Yes, I know." West nodded slightly.
After Moore Raz cast a spell on West, Rouen Faxben took out the Soul Pendant and put it on.
Chen Zhao shielded Fali, Gerlyn, and Larissa behind him.
Chen Zhao protected Fali, Gerlyn, and Larissa behind him.
He didn't want anything to happen to his family.
The moment West took the demon blade, his body turned into a warrior.
West's body instantly turned into a warrior, releasing a red demonic aura.
Everyone stared at West warily.
After all, they weren't sure if West could keep his mind.
"West, how are you now?"
West opened his eyes silently and turned to Chen Zhao. "I'm fine. The demon blade didn't affect my mind."
Chen Zhao realized that West's reaction was much smaller than he'd imagined.
He felt that even without the Soul Pendant and Moore Raz's spell, West could probably resist the demon blade's control.
Chen Zhao didn't expect West to be so mentally strong.
"Can you feel where the medicine is?"
West wiped the blood on the demon blade and sniffed it. Then he nodded. "Yes."
"Great, where is he?" Where is he now? "Cang and Sickle asked impatiently.
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