I loaded the ghost talk game

Colorful blocks of color fill the surrounding environment, and those strong, conflicting colors wash around like a tide.

Such a bizarre scene creates an atmosphere of indescribable fear.

Lu Yewu recited the meditation mantra silently in his heart, and the Bodhi beads on his wrist shone slightly.

The blessings from Mary surrounding Tsurumi became slightly stronger, and the emotions of joy and anger in the mist slowly intertwined and merged into a positive excitement that attached to Tsurumi Aoi.

The environmental changes in the world in the painting have a great psychological impact on people. Although the two disciples of the Kamiya family each have their own methods to contend with it, they can only temporarily prevent their judgment and actions from being affected.

"Xiao Kui, that Liuli should be a desolate god."

Kanoya warned the junior sister next to him like this.

Xiaolu and Miss Yunju have learned the incense magic for a long time. Her extraordinary sense of smell strengthened by incense skills is much stronger than the extraordinary vision Tsurumi gained just after crossing the threshold of "silk beating".

Therefore, she could keenly feel that the "glazed glass" that had just disintegrated did not dissipate.

The aura belonging to the other party still exists in the environment, almost filling the space where everyone is now, and also attached to those surging waves of color, which is even stronger than before.

"Liu Li" seems to be everywhere.

Kanoya can now roughly guess that he and his junior sister are trapped in the "painted world" controlled by the painter.

As for "glazed glass", it is either the painting spirit or painting charm bred in that painting.

Or the painting itself.

Judging from the current changes in the surrounding environment, the latter is more likely.

And if Liuli is actually the world where everyone is now, then the damage caused to "her" by Xiaolu's team just now may be nothing at all.

So tricky.

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, and your lovely companion. I originally didn't want to hurt you two. I am always tolerant towards pure and beautiful girls. So, you just need to be obedient and let go. Why do you have to make a fuss? Now like this? Now, the picture scroll has gone crazy, and you all have to suffer a little."

The painter's voice sounded clearly from somewhere in the world of the painting, and then he coldly ordered:

"The Tsurumi family's granddaughter can be injured, but as for the other girl... she can be killed!"

As the painter's order was conveyed, the world in the painting became more restless.

Those waves with strong colors converge and wash away, like a wild ocean of colorful colors and howling wind and waves.

Boom!

From all over the world in the painting, countless oil-painted water spheres rise and rise at the same time.

They are thick, colorful, noisy like bubbles in boiling water, and are deadly and dangerous at the same time.

Almost instantly, all the oil paint water balloons started to move.

Many light trails were drawn in the air, either straight lines or arcs, but the final targets were exactly the same, all heading towards Kanoya.

Xiaolu's heart was ringing with alarm bells.

However, with the help of Buddhism's mind-calming techniques, plus the blessings of Bodhi rosary beads, white-clothed Guanyin scripture stickers, and many props of Shengde Royal Incense Burner, I still managed to maintain my mood and did not completely mess up my position.

Wow!

Throwing out the imperial incense burner in his hand, the small and heavy incense burner flew out quickly, smashing into pieces a gorgeous oil-colored water ball in front of him.

Tsurumi Aoi, who was beside her, also stood up and slashed a water ball towards the senior sister's water ball, splitting it in half with a "pop".

Including Sanglang and Miyako, they are also doing their best to protect Kanoya.

If it wasn't impossible, the little kappa would even want to stuff Luyeya into her turtle shell.

The only person in the audience who struggled to contribute was the red deer.

The little monster's eyes were anxiously spinning in its sockets, and it searched everywhere for the target, but it couldn't find where "Liu Li" and the painter were now. Without an actual object, there is no way to use the control method it is best at.

Although everyone is trying hard to defend themselves against the enemy, attacks from the world in the painting come one after another.

The crushed oil paint water balls splashed to the ground and would soon re-condensate.

Further away, new water balls will continue to rise.

Such an offensive would not give anyone any chance to breathe.

Kanoya and others were like being squeezed into a small boat and being thrown into a wild and turbulent ocean. Sometimes they were pushed to the top of the high waves, and sometimes they fell hard into the bottomless troughs. Just like this, he was swaying violently in the wind and waves, struggling alone, but unable to resist the terrifying power around him. Every bump in the surrounding environment seemed to tear everyone apart completely.

Moreover, the attacks in the scroll are not just those colorful water balls.

You can already see the colorful dots slowly connecting into lines in the distance and then converging into faces.

Several towering watercolor walls, like tsunami waves, quickly took shape. They were insurmountable and unstoppable. They seemed to be slapping towards Kanoya and the others in the next second!

Aragami is really not that easy to deal with and defeat.

Under such a situation, Xiaolu and the others could no longer find a way to break the situation with their own strength.

And at the moment when those watercolor walls rumbled forward, they were gorgeous and strange, and in the turbulent environment where only the ink could be heard, a somewhat abrupt music suddenly sounded.

It was the little old man who had been observing the battle situation who blew the shakuhachi.

The sound of music is desolate and powerful, changing from slow to fast, just like the sound of footsteps caused by a group of monsters passing through the golden wheat field under the light of the huge moon.

At the same time that the shakuhachi was blown, a red wine bowl with a wide rim spun out from behind Kanoya and the others.

This inconspicuous wine bowl stood upright and rolled like a wheel.

The ground is still covered in thick, colorful colors. But the trajectory of the wine bowl rolling over it was very flexible, without any hindrance.

Moreover, wherever the red wine bowl passes, the strong colors will dissipate and turn into clear water.

The water traces drawn along the way still carry the sweet aroma of wine.

Well, this thing is not an ordinary wide-rim wine bowl at all, it is Hoshikuma Doji's "Hoshikuma Cup".

The Hoshikuma Cup quickly rolled to Kanoya's side and fell upside down on the ground.

Then a large amount of clear wine poured out like a fountain, lifting the "Star Bear Cup" high into the sky.

From the wine fountain, a palm with fair and delicate skin stretched out lazily, and its slender fingers held the red wine bowl firmly.

Then, a beautiful female ghost with a single horn growing from the top of her forehead and wearing a loose red Tang robe appeared.

Tsurumi Aoi didn't recognize who this suddenly appeared, seemingly non-human person was.

But Kanoya knew.

After the master conquered Dajiangshan, he followed the king of Dajiangshan, Xingxiong Dozi, who was beside him.

"Sister Xingxiong!?"

"Yeah, good evening, little deer."

Xingxiong said this and stretched his waist. He seemed to have no consciousness of being in danger.

And because of her movements, the red Tang Yi on her body fluttered, and under the high slit hem, the fleshy and elastic thigh skin appeared and disappeared.

The female ghost king of Dajiangshan sent a look to Lu Yewu.

The meaning I want to express is a bit complicated, and I don’t know if Xiaolu can understand it.

Roughly -

Don't blame your sister for not coming out to help you at first. Your arrogant master asked me to protect you secretly. Even if there is an unexpected situation, don't show up casually unless it is absolutely necessary.

Of course, this is a situation where there is no last resort.

They really can't beat Xiaolu.

As he spoke, those watercolor walls had already advanced in front of everyone.

The red "Star Bear Cup" was thrown up high by the one-horned female ghost, and a large amount of clear wine rolled out from the wine bowl.

In terms of momentum, the wave formed by the gathering of these drinks is not inferior to the oil paints controlled by "Liu Li".

The two forces of clarity and color collided in the space like a flood, with great force and thrilling collision and erosion.

The violent space turmoil shook Kanoya and the others somewhat unsteadily.

But the star bear standing next to them still looked at ease.

A strange story who has just stepped into the threshold of Aragami is still a little too underwhelming compared to Hoshikuma, who has been enjoying incense offerings at Ibuki Daimyojin Shrine for an unknown amount of time, with stable power and outstanding strength.

There is also a gap between the Aragami!

Soon, several high walls of oil paint were forced back by Xing Xiong.

And the wave of drinks she controlled did not stop there, but continued to pursue the victory relentlessly.

Stronger and more powerful, it rushed around.

The two figures of the painter and "Liu Li" were swept out from the depths of the world in the painting by the tide of wine.

In the surrounding space, all the gorgeous colors faded away, everything became dull, and the frenzied atmosphere of "Liu Li" was replaced by the pervasive smell of wine.

The Painters' home field advantage is gone.

Xingxiong put the red wine bowl back into his palm again: "Go, Xiaolu, and... um, Tsurumi, right? Don't worry, sister, I will tease you."

The beautiful one-horned female ghost still has the same calm demeanor.

In fact, she knew it very well.

Kamiyagawa, who loves to worry, is not the only one who has left behind his two disciples a back-up force with the strength of an Arakami.

In fact, without any further explanation from Hoshikama Doji, Kanoya had already led his shikigami and charged towards the reappeared "Ruri".

Master said that every opportunity to end the battle must be grasped in time!

Like her senior sister, Tsurumi Aoi also immediately attacked the enemy.

And her goal is still to be a painter.

At this time, the painter's body was soaked with wine, and his gray hair, which was originally tied up, was hanging down.

The artist's temperament no longer exists, and he is more embarrassed.

He had already felt obvious intimidation from the one-horned female ghost who suddenly appeared and easily defused the scroll attack.

Although I don't know what happened.

I don’t know why Tsurumi Aoi and the others were protected by such a powerful ghost clan.

But the painter knew that tonight's operation would undoubtedly fail.

But he was unwilling to do so.

He had been preparing for too long.

The distance between taking away Tsurumi Aoi and turning her into a real Ruri is obviously only a little bit short.

If he didn't fight to the death at this time, how could he be willing to do so?

So the painter once again grasped the smiling Qingjiang.

A strange arc of light resembling a grinning grimace flashed across the large, pale flank.

He was about to raise his smiling face to resist Tsurumi Aoi's fierce attack.

But this time, his body suddenly felt heavy for no reason, and his movements became stiff and slow.

Something crawled onto the painter's body without him noticing it at all!

In his sight, Tsurumi Aoi's figure and Akari Ichimonji's sharp sword light were getting closer and closer.

And on top of that solemn red, there was also a light white that had never been seen before flying out.

It seems to be an origami bird, flying up and down with Tsurumi Aoi, and you can vaguely hear the childish children's songs coming from the paper bird.

Realizing that something was wrong, the painter suddenly lowered his head.

He saw that his body was being hugged tightly by several illusory, child-like humanoid dolls.

Those humanoid dolls all grinned, raised their delicate faces, and stared at him innocently from below.

"Let's play together, let's play together!"

They screamed and laughed, climbing up and down on the painter's body.

The moment he saw the red spirits of these humanoid dolls, the painter despaired.

Because they were entangled, and because they were so close, he could feel that the aura of these humanoid dolls was not inferior to the "painted glass" that had just broken through the Aragami level!

Why are Tsurumi Aoi and the Tsurumi family, whose family has fallen into decline, protected by so many Aragami?

The painter's doubts may never be answered.

The red spirits restricted his movements, making it impossible for him to even perform the most basic defense of holding a knife.

Tsurumi Aoi rushed in front of him and stabbed a word straight through his chest.

The sharp blade was excited by the blood, and it buzzed in his chest.

The crimson death was brought to the painter.

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, you... look very much like her."

His vision and consciousness had begun to blur, and the painter finally looked into Tsurumi Aoi's eyes.

Those gloomy but extremely pure eyes really looked like the perfect "Tsurumi Ruri" he imagined.

"I don't look like anyone, I am myself."

Tsurumi Aoi is Tsurumi Aoi, never a substitute for anyone.

She is the daughter of Yoshimitsuji and Kamiyagawa's apprentice.

She knows this better than anyone.

The red light in Tsurumi's eyes flashed once again with that sharp color, like a fighting dog showing its fangs.

And this kind of sharp look will probably never appear in the eyes of "Tsurumi Ruri" imagined by the painter.

"What a pity..."

The painter murmured like this.

When he was dying, there was no smile on his face.

The corners of his mouth were depressed and twitching slightly, but the pain and help-seeking look in his eyes no longer existed. Instead, they were filled with sadness, pure sadness.

The painter's right hand dropped.

Bang.

The smiling face Qingjiang fell to the ground, and the metallic sound it made was cold and bleak.

Tsurumi heard the senior sister not far away shouting: "Xiao Kui, it seems like this place is going to collapse! Let's go out with Sister Xingxiong and grab what we can!"

Kanoya is worthy of being Kamiyagawa's disciple.

He already behaves like a master. (End of chapter)