Amidst the billowing smoke, flickering flames swept out. When Shen Qingzhu, who was standing by, saw this scene, his pupils suddenly contracted!

The Red Robe Oracle would self-destruct after death, which was something that neither he nor Lin Qiye had expected. Moreover, the explosion was too sudden, without any signs at all. Even if Shen Qingzhu wanted to save Lin Qiye, it was too late.

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

In the firelight, a huge black blade was like a thick wall, blocking the stiff Lin Qiye in front of him, perfectly blocking all the explosions and flames.

【Black rope】?

A blazing flame danced in front of the knife. The explosion directly created a huge deep pit on the ground. However, the place where Lin Qiye was standing was not affected at all. Except for a few burnt hairs, Lin Qiye could be said to be unharmed.

Lin Qiye stood there, staring blankly at the black blade that suddenly appeared in front of him. As if he had thought of something, he raised his head and looked towards the end of the road.

There, a middle-aged man in 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 bodies of the oracles have been modified. When they lose vital signs, they will automatically detonate and cause large-scale indiscriminate destructive attacks. Be careful in the future, Asaba." Uncle Kyosuke walked out of the thick smoke and said to Lin Qiye with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the projection of the [Black Rope] that blocked the attack for Lin Qiye gradually faded and disappeared, and Uncle Kyosuke's hand moved away from the hilt and put it back into his trouser pocket.

"I see……"

Lin Qiye saw the two long swords on Uncle Kyosuke's waist and was stunned for a moment. He quickly figured out the cause and effect of the matter and looked at him with a complicated look, "You, are Yuuri Kurozhe?"

"It's a very old name." Uncle Kyosuke shrugged, "Actually, I still prefer you to call me Kyosuke."

"Where's Xiao Jin?"

"Him? He's here." Uncle Kyosuke stroked the handle of [Mi Tong]'s knife, "How about letting him come out and say hello to you?"

Lin Qiye stared at the golden long blade for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Uncle Kyosuke. Based on the known information, he quickly came to the same conclusion as Amamiya Haruki...

“Faking death, forging letters, luring someone into a trap, killing someone with a borrowed knife…it’s really a big game.” Lin Qiye sighed.

Uncle Kyosuke chuckled twice.

"I didn't intend to involve you and Yurina. Your appearance was an accident." Uncle Kyosuke 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 didn't have a brother at all...

At that time, I thought you were a villain from some force who took the opportunity to get close to my daughter. I originally planned to kill you on the first night, but after observing carefully for a while, I found that you really didn't seem to have any ill will towards her, and she seemed to trust you very much.

Later, I completely dispelled my doubts about you."

"Why?"

"Because you are so suitable to be a gigolo." Uncle Kyosuke couldn't help but sigh, "Just like me when I was young, your temperament can't be faked. People like you can't become a gun for any force. You will only listen to your heart and become the most lonely rose in the wind."

Lin Qiye glanced at the withered rose in Uncle Kyosuke's pocket, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. For a moment, he didn't know whether Uncle Kyosuke was praising him or himself.

"The lonely rose is almost withered."

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

"To be honest, I was indeed fooled by your acting skills during this period of time." Lin Qiye sighed, "You have always given me the impression of being an ordinary, frivolous and smooth old gigolo. I didn't expect that you actually had such deep scheming and set up such a big scheme without me realizing it at all."

Uncle Kyosuke's expression became subtle.

"Actually..." He said hesitantly, "This game was not set up by me."

"What?"

"Although I am a little clever, I am not that smart." Uncle Kyosuke smiled helplessly, "This situation was set up by someone else from the beginning. I am just perfecting the plan little by little according to his idea."

"You have an accomplice?"

"We should say that we are partners, each taking what they need."

Lin Qiye looked at Uncle Kyosuke, a hint of doubt flashing across his brows.

The mastermind behind this scheme wasn't Uncle Kyousuke? Could it be that he still couldn't see the full picture of this scheme?

"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] around the other person's waist and said.

"Are you talking about this?" Uncle Kyosuke took the [Black Rope] off his waist and grinned, "This thing is indeed very important... But this thing should have been your trophy, but I took it away. I will return it to you when I'm done with it."

"Even if you give it back to me, I may not be able to use it." Lin Qiye recalled Amemiya Haruki's description of the Huojin Sword and sighed.

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

Uncle Kyosuke casually threw the [Black Rope] to Lin Qiye, and the smile on his lips became brighter, but this smile looked like an expression of waiting to see a good show.

As the owner of the "Royal Blood", he can use any Huojin sword at will, and watching others want to draw their swords but cannot is one of his pleasures in life, just like teasing the Silver Robe Oracle just now. The degree of pleasure it brings him can be ranked second among all projects, second only to being a gigolo shop owner.

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

Huojin Sword...

Lin Qiye sighed.

Let it be.

Clang——!!

With just a slight sound, the [Black Rope] came out of the sheath half an inch along with Lin Qiye's palm!

The shiny blade was exposed to the air, emitting a chilling cold light. Lin Qiye could feel an inexplicable connection between him and the blade.

Lin Qiye was stunned.

Pulled it out?

Uncle Kyosuke's smile froze on his face.

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

“Hehe, it seems that this sword recognizes you very much. That’s good. There are very few people who are qualified to become the master of Huojin Sword…” After hesitating for a moment, he seemed a little unwilling, so he took off the [Mysterious Pupil] from his waist and threw it to Lin Qiye.

"Come on, try this!"