I Raised a God in Tokyo

After fluttering for a while, Kunou Reina struggled to sit up and twisted her face as if reproachfully.

Yuri-chan is still in danger, how can she do this?

but

Rena Shiragi, it sounds pretty good.

Eleven at night.

Against the dim lights on both sides of the road, a figure stopped in front of the stone gate of Qingshi Park.

The shadow fell, wiping away half of his handsome face.

It was Jun Shirai who came here by subway.

A few blocks away, the city is still buzzing.

But the square in front of Qingshi Park has long been empty, and the wind of unknown origin is blowing withered leaves on the ground.

Baimu Jun stood alone in front of the guide map of the park, browsing through the street lights.

Qingshi Park was originally a gathering place for the nearby homeless at night. The deck chairs and pavilions in the park are all places for them to rest at night.

But in recent weeks, the number of homeless people staying overnight in Bluestone Park has dropped significantly.

Many people have rumored that this is related to the white ghosts that appeared in Qingshi Park.

Some people even secretly discussed that the Tokyo police station had secretly blocked the Bluestone Park once recently, and I don't know what action was carried out.

Baimu Jun took out his mobile phone and searched for the history of Qingshi Park.

According to scholars' research, the Qingshi Park was once the mansion of a famous man, dedicated to his family.

It's a pity that Daimyo's battle luck is not good, the battle situation is getting worse every day, the consecutive battles are losing streak, and the enemy's army is under the city.

Before the last expedition, the famous name suddenly held a family banquet, feasting in all directions.

Singing and dancing, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves.

Before the banquet was over, there was Chong Ji toasting him.

He didn't raise his glass.

Instead, he pulled out his waist knife.

Overnight, the entire mansion was soaked with blood.

After dawn, he ordered people to build up their heads as sacrifices before the war.

The corpses were thrown at the bottom of the mountain, so that they could not rest in peace and reincarnation, and always protected their army to be invincible.

There was no account of the fate of that daimyo in the records, and it ended hastily.

Seeing this, Bai Mujun couldn't bear it a little, as if he saw that bloody and crazy night.

With a low sigh, it's not worth it for those who die for no reason.

Superstition is terrible.

I can't bear to go back, but presumably the spirits here are all resentful spirits, so I quickly get rid of them and send them to settle accounts with that bastard general.

Putting away the phone, Bai Mujun decided to go to the place where the rumored name of the dead body was thrown, and take a look at the place called Waterfall Hill on the guide map.

Spirits with deep resentment are often not too far from their corpses.

If the bird swims where they are most likely to encounter supernatural beings, it must be the waterfall hill area.

According to information provided by Rena Kuo, among the seven people in the association, in addition to Yuuri Kotori, two others are also missing.

It's been a whole day since their disappearance. If they really encountered supernatural beings, it's probably the worst.

Unless you wear a talisman consecrated by an eminent monk, or a token of the gods invited to the shrine, there is a chance that you can escape by luck.

Thinking of this, Bai Mujun was also a little worried, and his pace suddenly accelerated a little.

If people are safe and sound, that is naturally the best.

But if anything goes wrong

Shiroki Jun's face sank into the shadows, his fingers clenched and his fists creaked.

Go in peace.

This priest will avenge you.

Chapter 9 The moonlight is good tonight

Waterfall Hill is located in the center of Qingshi Park, less than 200 meters above sea level.

At this moment, Bai Mujun stood in the forest path at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the silent mountain in the night.

The mobile phone shows that the name of the waterfall hill came from the literati praised that "the mountains are like waterfalls, and the forests are like the sea".

It sounds a bit poetic.

But in Baimu Jun's eyes, this place is by no means that simple.

Looking at it, it is indeed an ordinary hill.

But if you run mana in your eyes, you can see the true face of this hill.

On the smooth rock wall under the night, there are countless bloodstains and claw prints, the further down they are, the denser they are, covering every part of the rock wall.

As if something was struggling to climb up from below.

There is still sewage mixed with mud flowing down, flowing out from the crevices of the rock, gradually converging into a gloomy small lake at the foot of the mountain.

It is a scene like the hell of the Yellow Springs.

The more Bai Mujun looked, the more puzzled he became.

It wasn't that the terrifying environment made him uncomfortable. What he wondered was another question.

Is this kind of place really suitable for building a house?

In terms of Feng Shui, the mountains here are straight, and they are rough and evil. Building a house on this area will cause evil spirits, and it is most likely to breed evil spirits and ghosts.

No matter how you look at it, it is not suitable for long-term living.

Why did that daimyo insist on building a mansion here?

Bai Mujun pondered, and set off towards that yin-like little lake.

rustling

There was no wind, but the leaves on both sides of the road shook invariably.

Bai Mujun turned his head alertly and looked behind him.

Behind the tree trunk, I do not know when there are white shadows standing there.

It was a lot of silhouettes.

They were all dressed in white kimonos, with dark purple bruises on their faces and arms, and their bodies were more or less mutilated.

On the neck, there is a ferocious wound extending down, as if it had been cut off by a sharp weapon.

With their appearance, there were bursts of inaudible mourning and mourning in the forest, buzzing in the ears.

Baimu Jun glanced around.

Earthbound.

It's a fairly common ghost.

At this moment, the eyes of the earthbound spirits slowly focused on Bai Mujun, and the expressions on their faces were like crying and laughing, which made people shudder.

The next moment, they moved in unison.

Either jumping, climbing, or crawling, they all approached Shiragi Jun.

As the distance approached, the yin in the forest became more and more intense, and the mental pollution caused by the buzzing sound became more and more serious, giving people a splitting headache.

The one closest to Bai Mujun could already see the festering palm.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they might have fainted from fright.

But Bai Mujun is no ordinary person.

As a priest, the first and most important point is that no matter what kind of supernatural beings encounter, no matter how flustered your heart is, you must show a calm attitude.

Otherwise, you will lose the face of your own gods.

Bai Mujun moved forward instead of retreating toward the incoming Earthbound Spirit.

Clearing his throat, he said.

"Everyone, the moonlight tonight is pretty good."

The Earthbound Spirit turned a deaf ear to Bai Mujun's words, and instead the wailing in his ears became louder and louder.

Bai Mujun sighed and shook his head.

Since the spoken language is not

It can only be communicated in sign language.

He smiled and raised his fist.

Pick a lucky wraith at random and deliver a punch.

boom!

With a burst of flying ashes, the wailing stopped abruptly.

All the earthbound spirits stopped their steps as if they were electrocuted, and stared blankly at Bai Mujun.

Four big characters were written on the dull face.

what's the situation?

Seeing that the sign language was effective, Bai Mujun nodded in satisfaction and asked.

"Are there any girls who came here last night, about seventeen or eighteen years old."

"If anyone knows their news, it's better to take the initiative to explain, otherwise"

Baimu Jun paused, stopped talking, just stretched out his fist and looked over and over.