Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

"What? Isn't this the last one? Why do you give up at the last moment?"

"That's right, what does this mean?"

"Did you two make an appointment to act for us?"

Although they were hesitant just now, they all expressed their dissatisfaction now.

Qing Xingdeng caressed the back of your hand carelessly, and that unexpected move made Qing Xingdeng stunned.

By saying less and questioning, we can truly feel that nothing is happening.

"What matters now is, what is he?"

After his death, this video of him will probably become popular, right?I'm so young when I make a ghost-detection video, but I finally encountered the real thing.

So as long as we eliminate the interference at that point or change that point, it won't work.

"It's really boring. What species are you? A djinn? A fire spirit from hell? A monster? Or just a pure ghost story?"

Holding a green lantern, the beauty suddenly appeared from the white darkness and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"strangeness..."

"So...just bear with me."

The hidden air conditioner that had been turned off by the supernatural detective suddenly turned on, blowing out a gust of cold wind and instantly extinguishing the fire in his arms, plunging the entire room into darkness.

The supernatural detective was a little speechless. He knew that even if he said that Jingu was disguised as a ghost, others would only think that he was acting, but at this moment he believed Jingu's words extremely.

That's the way it is, but it's not applicable to the Shrine.

By now, Qing Xingdeng may have understood that he has stepped away from the bait that others used to lure you, but you are still quite calm.

"Him! You are just a big monster who can only appear on ordinary days. Don't you have anything worth plotting?"

Have you been fooled?Did you get deceived by that big guy?But does my strength seem fake?

"Isn't that why Ibuki mentioned him to you?"

Amid everyone's panicked cries, the supernatural detective slumped on the table in defeat.

Because the shrine is very strange, Ibuki would always mention the green lantern to me.

But before that, you realized that there was no one still standing outside who was affected by anything.

The strange feeling made Qing Xingdeng suddenly change his expression. The shrine is digging out all the secrets in your body.

Just when I was stunned and everyone was discussing what just happened, my vision suddenly darkened again.

"What happened to him? Was it an impromptu performance?"

Just like male ghosts, they are the same as the regular male ghosts in Yingzhou, and they don't have the transparency of a spiritual body.

This guy will take the initiative to tell himself that, if there are no secrets or family harmony

The place is waiting for you.

"By the time the Bon Festival begins, you will lose the power of commitment and revert to a special blue lantern, which will have no meaning."

The candlestick in the supernatural detective's pocket also ignited green flames, igniting my whole body. The temperature penetrated into my body and spurted out from every hole in my body.

The clothes fell under the table, but my whole body was sucked away before it turned into a little flame.

You must protect the last candle in your hand, otherwise

"It's just a slow understanding. After all, he will answer truthfully, right?"

Whether happy or lucky, one participant patted his chest.

Jingu holds your hand and lifts the green lantern in your hand.

"Sure enough, you thought he would show up."

"Although I know there is no one around him, in the past, as long as I lit the lamp, one less beauty would appear, and it would be a lot of fun."

Although Lu Jiajing is a little monster, the fear and soul collected by the green lantern in your hand cannot create several little monsters.

The Green Lantern is a monster that only appears on certain days, just like the so-called fairies that appear in different seasons.

There was nothing wrong with the shrine, but it didn't stop thinking about it. Anyway, it was always a loss.

My fellow paranormal detectives thought it was a drama I added on my own for the sake of the video.

"Indeed, he is very ordinary, but there seems to be no explanation for the broken lamp he dedicated himself to."

Stroking Qing Xingdeng's hair with your hand, your whole body is emitting fluorescence, just like the special lantern in your hand, and your skin and hair color are also light cyan.

"Who is he?"

We concluded everyone’s Hyakumonogatari story, and after we screamed, we waved the blue lanterns in our hands.

Just as he was about to use the green lantern to absorb the opponent's soul again, in an instant, the lantern in his hand was held down by the opponent.

"It's not an interesting story at all."

Qing Xingdeng shook his head, trying to get the shrine to let you go.

The so-called loss of the power of commitment is not because, outside of the common understanding of the world, that kind of monster can only appear on certain days.

"The game isn't over yet, what else are you going to do?"

Anything happened?

This is not the first time that Jingu has done such a thing.

"What is he doing!?"

"He wouldn't have had much time to understand who you are before, so you're just wasting your time introducing yourself to him."

"Ah, as expected, nothing happened at the very beginning?"

Jingu's hand stretched straight into Qing Xingdeng's body. The guy's body was also filled with pure green flames. He was indeed a pure spirit body.

Desperate, I was suddenly stung by the weak light behind my eyes. My companion had not turned on the incandescent light in the room at this moment. There was no change in anything except me, who was slumped under the table.

"You know he has no agenda, but it's useless to catch you."

As if the power was out, the whole room returned to pitch white.

The supernatural detective was not stunned. He looked at Jingu and found that there was no regret on Jingu's face.

The faint lights were rekindled under the extinguished candlesticks, but they were not cool. The green flames exuded a heat, blooming one by one, lighting up the room.

The souls of everyone are like burning candles, flying out of the holes in their faces and rushing towards the green lantern in your hand.

The room was in a mess for a while, and everyone was a little distraught due to the twists and turns, but soon we all became quiet.

Lu Jiajing frowned and tried to pull out her hand and move forward, but she was pulled back by the palace, bringing her even closer.

Finished!

"What's wrong? What are you going to do?"

"There seem to be many human souls and fears stored outside. That amount seems to have been accumulated for a long time..."

He tried to resist, but Qing Xingdeng just ignored the little monsters, so naturally he couldn't shake the shrine at all.

"What is he going to do!? Ah!!!"

Chapter 205 Fireworks

The night is getting darker.

The atmosphere of the summer festival is still hot, and the hot summer has come to an end.

After a long period of scorching heat, people rarely get out of their air-conditioned rooms to relax a little from the dreary and scorching heat.

As the festival comes to an end, crowds of people gradually gather towards the Odagawa River or nearby parks and wetlands.

The fireworks display is about to begin, and people naturally flock to the places suitable for viewing.

There are also many houseboats floating on the Odagawa river. When the river bank is very crowded, it is also a good idea to choose to watch them by boat.

On top of the Tokyo Skytree, the tallest building in Tokyo, also known as the Tokyo Sky Tree, the area that is normally an open attraction has been reserved tonight.

The so-called wonderful use of power is exactly like this.

The girls sitting at the highest point in Tokyo have no idea of ​​overlooking all living beings.

More or less, I only have one thought in my mind: Why hasn't that guy come yet?

Kaguya shrank back under the sofa, found a comfortable position, stretched, and was about to reach out to touch his game console, but he didn't touch it.

The curtain call of the fireworks, in a salvo that lasted for several minutes, illuminated the entire night sky, and dots of starlight fell lonely.

Qing Xingdeng in front of him looked aggrieved, but he dared to speak. You were originally supposed to be a low-heat character, but before being roughly rubbed by Jingu, you completely transformed into the shape of Jingu.

No matter what the background is, there will always be scenes that make people feel ugly. The so-called gods are bad, and the monsters are all existences born of humans.

There are just a bunch of ordinary mortals passing by, so among the tens of millions of mortals in the city, how can there be only a few who can stand out, or even become famous in history, and be sung in previous lives?

Jingu suddenly appeared, swinging the game console in his hand. Jingu's face illuminated by the faint green light was no longer gloomy. Kaguya turned her head abruptly and almost rolled off the sofa.

As soon as Hanayama Inharu finished speaking, he saw the lights all over Tokyo going out one after another, and the colorful neon lights downstairs dimmed.

The fireworks blooming behind the eyes are a true reflection of the world.

Su Niai looked at the Qingxing lantern in front of the shrine, and his words had the aura of a royal palace.

"Huh? Isn't Shengong here yet?"

She went out to the shrine and brought back a new beauty. It was strange that everyone was not surprised, and it was not a big deal.

"Is it still possible to survive?"

In the whole of Tokyo, only the lights below the ground remained the same, and most of the landmark buildings remained alive.

Fireworks of different shapes are arranged chaotically in elaborate designs and shoot into the sky. Each blooming firework embodies people's vision.

The many men around the shrine also put their minds aside for the time being. Looking at the scenery behind them, the great wizard nestled in the arms of the shrine.

Huashan Yuanchun looked around and found that a crucial person was missing.

Even if he regards human life as nothing and treats the world as a sandbox in the palm of his hand, Jingu has no expectations or tenderness for that world.