Slayer of Gods: I lied; I became the agent of the Nine Gods.

Chapter 179 Meeting with a "Stalker Fan" at the Horse Racing Race

When the group arrived at the racecourse, it was in the area with the highest foot traffic.

Fatty led Cao Yuan and Jialan, who had never seen anything like this before, to the front desk to get some gold to bet on. The others followed at a distance, glancing out of the corner of their eyes to see if there were any familiar figures.

Zhou Ping was really not used to being in a place with so many people, so he simply squatted down in a corner not far away with his sword box, keeping an eye on his students and waiting for their turn.

Looking at the crowd around him, Gojo Satoru silently put on his sunglasses and subconsciously reached into his pocket, only to find it empty.

Suddenly, a lollipop was offered to me.

Gojo Satoru looked at the person in front of him with some surprise.

Lin Qiye sighed helplessly: "Lu Yu often forgets to bring candy, so I'm used to carrying some with me."

After saying that, he seemed afraid that Gojo Satoru would doubt him, so he gave a serious explanation.

"Don't worry, it's non-toxic. It's that guy's favorite brand, supposedly so sweet it makes your teeth fall out."

Gojo Satoru took the lollipop, tore off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

Oh, it's strangely sweet.

Seeing the white-haired DK's relaxed expression, Lin Qiye couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

These two people...

I really can't live without sugar...

"What kind of person is she?"

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru asked a question. When Lin Qiye heard it, he didn't react at first, and then he realized that it was about Shiro.

"……Fool."

Lin Qiye's father sighed:

"A fool who's always thinking about saving people and doesn't care about himself at all."

As he spoke, he began to indignantly explain to Gojo Satoru Shikao's "heroic deeds".

The two walked behind the others, with An Qingyu occasionally coming over to say a few words.

When they found a seat, Gojo Satoru sat down next to An Qingyu.

The bespectacled boy suddenly asked the person next to him:

"Are all of you Six-Eyed beings unique throughout history?"

Gojo Satoru: "Of course... that child doesn't count. She might not even be my biological daughter, okay?"

An Qingyu agreed with this idea: "Indeed, if it were your own child, then having a six-eyed relative placed on him would be too much of a nightmare."

"???"

Gojo Satoru was taken aback: "What do you mean by that?"

An Qingyu sighed deeply:

"I have observed Lu Yu's eyes, and the iris connecting her eyes does not match the appearance she makes to the outside world."

Moreover, she experiences fatigue more frequently than you do.

She's always been very patient in this regard, but this subconscious reaction can't be hidden.

It's like sometimes you subconsciously want to close your eyes and lie down.

"Moreover, she also possesses the reversal spells of your sorcery world, which should have alleviated this situation, but the effect is minimal."

An Qingyu calmly recounted the analysis he had previously shared with Lin Qiye and the others to Wu Tiaowu:

"...So I have reason to say that those were artificially placed eyes..."

Gojo Satoru had a cold expression on his face, like the calm before a storm.

An Qingyu dropped another bombshell: "So, in your family, there really hasn't been any accidental deaths of the 'Six-Eyed' before?"

The boy with the lollipop in his mouth lowered his eyes and remained silent, not answering his question, but his silence spoke volumes.

"...That means it exists..."

An Qingyu added in a calm tone:

"He was probably murdered by that Lu Suo..."

After all, a plan that's been in place for a thousand years is bound to be put into action eventually...

"And his attempt to seize the body of your friend, Natsuyu-kun, is, in my opinion, also due to the special nature of his technique..."

Before An Qingyu could finish speaking, Lin Qiye tugged at her sleeve: "Stop talking, we've found them."

Look at Lu Yu's father's face, it's as black as the bottom of a pot. Old Yu, you should probably stop using your magic...

An Qingyu looked away and gazed in the direction Lin Qiye had pointed.

The dark-haired man held a betting ticket in his hand, looking casual, but his eyes never left the racecourse.

"...It was him..."

The boy's expression was inexplicably strange.

"...It really was...poor thing for him..."

Lin Qiye: "What's wrong with him?"

An Qingyu shrugged: "It's nothing, I just lost all my savings."

The people sitting next to them: "??? How did you know?"

"His horse racing ticket was red, which meant he had bet the whole amount and the amount was very high. Also, his eyes were fixed on horse number 7 on the track."

Gamblers only look at what they've chosen, and they only look at where they've placed their bets. So, I don't need to elaborate on who's being staked, right?

The others nodded in agreement: "Then why do you say he has to lose money?"

An Qingyu pointed to the number 7 white horse: "This number 7 racehorse has a smooth but not bright mane, a majestic body but weak and listless eyes. When it was first brought out of the racecourse, its movements were disordered and fragmented."

This is the horse's basic performance before it fainted from exhaustion; it's just putting on a brave face now.

An Qingyu looked pitiful, staring at Fu Heishener not far away as if he were looking at a simpleton:

"After careful selection, choosing to bet on the bottom of the list... that shows a keen eye."

Godslayers & Cursed Resurrections: "…………"

Good heavens, so they're here to throw money away betting on horse races?

Looking at the unlucky guy in the distance, Riko felt a sense of unreality that this person was the one who would kill her in the future: "Is he really that unlucky?"

An Qingyu nodded: "Luck won't save you from bad luck, and spending money won't change your fate. He probably wants to spend money at the horse racing track to become number one... He didn't even notice that he was tricked into buying an expensive ticket by the track staff..."

Everyone immediately cast sympathetic glances at Fuhesh.

What a pitiful man!

.........

Feeling that unmistakable gaze, Fuheshel, who had been staring intently at the horse race, had no choice but to look up—

Then he met the gaze of a pair of bright, shining eyes.

Fuheishener: ? ? ?

When he saw these people clearly, he was stunned and stood there.

Among that group of black-haired youths, there was a guy with striking white hair...

The man bit the scar on the corner of his lip and muttered to himself, "...Six-Eyed...what's he doing here?"

Before Fuheishen could figure it out, the people opposite him seemed to have noticed that he had seen them as well.

First, Gojo Satoru, always eager for a good show, raised his paw and waved at him. Then, perhaps due to word-of-mouth effect—

A bunch of claws swung at Fuheishen a few times, like a sasaeng fan being caught red-handed.

Fuheshchen: …………

Especially that asteroid he had designated as a sure-kill target...

Seeing the girl waving at him with a complicated expression, Fu Heishen silently looked away.

Ha, it seems we've been discovered...

"Beep—"

The announcement that the match had ended came over the loudspeaker, and the momentarily distracted man quickly looked towards the playing area—

First place: No. 3; Second place: No. 6...

After looking at several rows without finding his cash cow, Fuheshen'er's lips twitched, and he could only look towards the last row—

Great, the number seven he chose didn't even reach the finish line before he fainted.