The field increases by 1 ghost per second. I am the ghost king in Tokyo.

"Who are you……"

Ryuichi Terui pushed the hundred-eyepiece on his nose and looked carefully at the boy riding the Nekomata in front of him.

He was about 1.83 meters tall, and his physique did not look strong, but he had a face that girls liked. His eyes flashed with a strange blue glow under his black hair.

He felt like he was being seen through for some reason, and he felt very uncomfortable.

The Yin force fluctuated...

It was about to break through the second level.

But he was riding a mutant three-tailed Nekomata that was about to break through to the third level.

Even in this occasion, he was still drinking and his face was red.

It gave people the feeling that he would lie on the back of the cat demon in the next second, with a lazy feeling of resting his arms.

No matter how you look at it, it was too weird.

Ryuichi Terui quickly noticed the star emblem of the second team on the shoulder of the other party's transparent disposable raincoat.

People from the second team?

Although he rarely paid attention to that group of mediocre people, because they had to train every day.

Ryuichi Terui still remembered all the members of the school team.

But he had never seen this person before.

Ryuichi Terui remembered the farce before entering the Hanasaki Abyss, and reacted quickly

"Are you Ito Makoto? It seems that Kuroda Kazuan, that rubbish, lost the battle, but he has a trick up his sleeve."

"You know me? That saves me the trouble of introducing myself. You should be a member of the same team, right? You are amazing. You solved this group of second-level monsters so easily. What is your name?"

Ito Makoto rolled down from the broad back of the cat palace, walked forward with a smile, and raised his right hand to show his goodwill.

While Terui Ryuichi was looking at him, he was also observing the other party.

The cool guy with a gun and a paralyzed face in front of him should be a second-level ghost master.

The Yin force fluctuations are very strong, and it is obvious that he has entered this stage for some time.

The main means of combat is the Yin equipment on his body.

The glasses on the bridge of the nose, the guns in the hands that can switch forms, the frost white armor on the upper body, the black tactical shoes on the feet...

The quality of the four Yin equipment is all of medium quality, and the quality is excellent.

Ordinary third and fourth-level ghost masters may not have such luxurious equipment configuration.

Compared with the golden hair I met in the Longshan Abyss before. The young master is much stronger.

He is obviously the son of a wealthy family.

Ito Makoto called him a rich man in his heart.

But compared to these, what he cares more about is the evil sword wrapped with iron chains on the top of the rock pillar! The ominous and weird blood-red light just now was emitted by it.

Although I don’t know what it does, I think it is not a good thing.

Fortunately, the spread of the blood light is not large.

It only covers an area with a radius of about ten meters around.

And this cool guy with an expressionless face was just"swept" by the blood light.

In order to find out the situation and the other party’s attitude, Ito Makoto decided to show up and meet.

However... in order to prevent possible accidents, he played a little trick.

"Ha!"

The expressionless cool guy in front of him sneered and ignored Ito Makoto's outstretched hand. His eyes were full of mockery under his glasses.

"There is no need for that. How naive! You don't think that just because you defeated Kuroda Kazuan and got into the school team by chance, you are qualified to talk to me? Be aware of your identity, a civilian!"

Ito Makoto sighed and retracted his palm:

"I just want to get to know you, there's no need to be so malicious, right?"

Zhao Jinglong's eyes were filled with more sarcasm:

"Stop pretending. I've seen too many opportunists like you who want to gain benefits by building connections. You obviously have your eyes on my family's power, but you say you just want to get to know me. How hypocritical!"

He looked at the boy in front of him, and a strong sense of disgust arose in his heart for no reason.

That feeling was very familiar to Terui Ryuichi.

From childhood to adulthood, every time the family held a party, those who were dressed up and invited had the same hypocritical smile on their faces.

They said respectful words, bent down to hand over business cards, and looked very polite.

But they secretly criticized behind my back, saying false gossip that they heard from somewhere.

"Your young master is of noble character and extraordinary bearing, which is really enviable!"

——That child has a stern face every day, could he have some mental illness?

"The quality of the genitals made by the Terui family is reassuring. Please continue to cooperate with us."

——This upstart who got lucky is just clinging to the Zeyue family. Does he really think he is so great?

"The new Yin-Ryu researched by the Terui family perfectly combines modern technology with Yin instruments, and takes a new approach among ghost masters, which is admirable!"

——The Shinkage-ryu sword style is unconventional and relies too much on external things. Such a style cannot last long.

These guys are two-faced

, and it’s infuriating to watch them! The young boy accidentally discovered the truth and told his father about it with anger.

But his father laughed and didn’t care at all.

He just asked him to manage his expression and manners and not to lose manners in front of the guests.

Etiquette, do those guys deserve it?

But his father’s words are absolute.

So, Terui Ryuichi held back his anger and continued to play the role of a"good boy." He played this role for more than ten years.

As he got older and his thinking expanded, Terui Ryuichi thought he had let it go a long time ago.

The so-called interpersonal communication is nothing more than a false pretense to maintain interests.

But Ito Makoto's words made him recall the hidden past again.

Those annoying faces in his memory overlapped with the face of the boy in front of him.

A strong anger suddenly surged in Terui Ryuichi's chest!

He clenched the gun in his hand, and his eyebrows were raised.

The pupils beneath the lenses suddenly turned a strange scarlet, and the expression was colder than the ice covering the ground:

"Get lost! That knife is what I like. You, a member of the second team, are not qualified to get your hands on it!"

"……"

Seeing him full of hostility like a hedgehog, Ito

Makoto could not help but frown. I just said a few words to you, you got so stressed?

This guy's emotional management ability is too poor.

There is something wrong with his mental state.

His eyes condensed, and he noticed the red eyes of Terui Ryuichi, and he immediately understood.

Is it the red light that did it?

Ito Makoto ignored Terui Ryuichi and looked up at the chained sword on the top of the rock pillar.

The handle, which seemed to be made of white bone claws, was now the same scarlet as the blade.

Under the observation of the Soul-Snatching Curse Eye, the blood-red Yin force trajectory emitted by the sword actually formed a huge eye!

The blood-red giant eye hung high above the Tubi Forest, overlooking the surface from a high altitude, and hanging dozens of light red lines.

One of them happened to be connected to the paralyzed young man in front of him.

So that's it.

The demon sword in a semi-sealed state has the ability to bewitch the mind and control the emotions of others!

When Terui Ryu saw that Ito Makoto not only ignored him but also dared to look up at the sword he was determined to get, he could no longer suppress his anger and pointed his gun at the other man's forehead:

"Untouchable, what are you looking at?"

Ito Makoto retracted his gaze and looked at Terui Ryuichi, who seemed to have his tail stepped on, with pity in his eyes:

"You... are so pathetic!"

Zhao Jinglong's face suddenly became ferocious, as if his reverse scale was touched, and his index finger quickly pulled the trigger.