I, the lord of ghost stories

At this time, the light slowly brightened, and the white light above the statue was overwhelming.

Amidst the dense light, a figure in Tsing Yi suddenly bumped out, holding on to the desk so as not to fall.

"Fortunately, I still have this shrine."

"Sure enough, it's right to be more prepared. Who can imagine that besides being the master of Hundred Stories, I have other identities?"

This shrine is not enshrined in the name of Qingxingdeng, but a myth created by her continuous efforts for many years after she appeared to save some residents.

Tracing back to the initial history is about modern times, maybe even a little longer, the efforts that have lasted for more than a hundred years, and her secret care, finally took root here.

Here in Dongying, Buddhist gods, Shintoism dominate, there are Confucian gods, and even Taoist gods who come across the sea... Ordinary wild gods have to work very hard to accumulate belongings from the gaps between them. own believers.

At that time, Qingxingdeng was already the best among the big monsters, and Baimonuyu also cultivated some of them. They were pure and simple, and in terms of strength, they had just passed the pass line of the wild gods in the village.

Even so, he spent a lot of money and thought, and pretended to be a human being, worked hard, and planned a shrine for himself.

After a hundred years of accumulation, until now, she has only more than 3000 followers.

Among the wild gods here, they can only be considered average.

At this point, she can already be said to be an inspirational model among monsters.

Among the big monsters, not many can have their own shrine.

Even if there is a shrine, there are very few visitors...

For example, Shuten-douji, she has seen that the shrine is smaller than hers, there are very few worshipers, and the aura of faith is very dim.

So there are so many decent gods who don't worship, but choose to pay homage to monsters and ghosts, how many are there?

Qing Xingdeng arranged another way out for himself early on - not to be sacrificed as a monster, and fabricated a god name, and now he has seen the rewards.

At least in this shrine, relying on the cover of the enchantment, she can rest assured that she will not be disturbed by the outside world and recover her strength with peace of mind.

"The concubine is not only a monster, but also a wild god...Unexpectedly, Sifengyuan."

The beliefs of more than 3000 people are not many, but they are not many. It is better than a long stream of water.

Every year, every month, every week.

The power contributed by a single visit to the shrine is very little, and the bits and pieces gathered together have already accounted for a considerable proportion of her power sources... and there is even a tendency to exceed it gradually.

The fear brought about by spreading Hundred Stories is actually very unstable.

This has also led to many big monsters who rely on fear for food, and their income is very unstable.

Even if it is to maintain one's own personality without degeneration, it needs a lot of consumption, not to mention progress.

A god with its own followers, even a mere wild god, is far more powerful than a big monster... even if the former may not be much stronger.

Big monsters don't dare to get hurt easily, and it's very difficult to recover from an injury... unless they cannibalize people and rely on human spirits to make up for themselves.

But if you do that, it's okay if you do less, but if you do it more times, it will inevitably lead to blows.

Wild gods have faith and live in shrines, so even if they are injured, they can recover with peace of mind.

This alone shows the dignity of God—this is a crushing situation for those who have a house and a stable income, and those who do not have a house and no stable income.

No matter how low the gods are, they are still gods.

Qing Xingdeng leaned against the altar with a calm demeanor.

On the statue behind her, a dim light shone down on her body.

Some of the light is similar to a larger particle-like mist, constantly seeping into it.

Like the rain on the dry land, the original feeling of emptiness and fatigue is relieved.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she unconsciously let out a soft moan, which weakened her originally cold temperament a bit.

There was a little more blush on the white cheeks, making her look even more delicate.

Bits of light were transformed by the accumulated power, but it lasted for about 10 minutes and gradually the light and rain faded until it stopped.

The gloomy light above the statue was visibly dimmed by a point or two, and the aura fluctuated slightly.

She was very measured, restrained herself, and did not take too much.

Although the spirit in the statue here still has a lot of power, it cannot be misappropriated easily.

She has more than 3000 believers, and she needs to maintain the aura of asylum on a regular basis every month.

In addition, the shrine also needs to be consumed to maintain the enchantment, and it is also used to expel and purify evil spirits... and so on.

In addition, there are necessary accumulations for unexpected events, and for maintaining and improving the godhead.

Although it seems to have a lot of income, it also consumes a lot.

Calculating carefully, she has used up one-fifth of the remaining disposable power this month.

With a wave of his hand, the huge painting scroll continued to emerge from the air with watery light, surrounded by thin white clouds.

After unfolding, she found regretfully that the clear handwriting that was originally written became transparent again.

"It has become transparent again...the prepared spiritual ink is almost not enough!"

After a while of silence, she continued to pick up the pen, dipped the brush full of ink, and continued to smear on the snow-white page. On the winding handwriting, each and every graceful and small font contained a faint white aura, with a thin transparent water vapor phase. with.

Chapter 190 Six "This is the pride of my concubine!"

In a spacious and bright conference room, there are smooth and elegant solid wood long tables, and people are sitting on the left and right.

The first person sits at the top, and the rest sit on the sides.

Sunlight shone in from the tempered glass through the opened curtains, casting a faint golden layer on the leader.

The atmosphere in the room was solemn and solemn, and everyone was concentrating on flipping through the documents in their hands.

The rustling sound of turning pages echoed around.

Naoto Kurosawa stood up and bowed deeply to the leader:

"Section Chief, the information has been analyzed."

Naoto Kurosawa has a square face, thick eyebrows, thin lips, and a slim figure. His whole face is serious and meticulous. At this time, he is holding the information and speaking clearly:

"It has always been difficult for us to investigate various supernatural phenomena in the territory, but this intelligence gives very detailed time, place and witness clues... This is very abnormal, and someone must take this opportunity to attack the opponent."

Sugimura Yoki, who was sitting opposite him, frowned slightly and raised his hand slightly.

"Sugamura-kun, if you have any opinion, tell me."

Shui Heihe, who was at the top, also signaled for him to speak first.

"Ahem, sorry, I want to ask, where does the information come from?"

Sugimura Yoki was in charge of solving such tricky cases, but regarding the inexplicable extermination case of the Inoue Group, he spent a lot of effort and brought dozens of people to investigate for several months, but found nothing, only confirmed that it was another supernatural case.

It's not that he is incapable, it's just that he himself is helpless.

"You don't need to worry about the source of intelligence, just confirm whether it is true or not."

Shui Heihe at the top was also noncommittal.

He didn't know who sent this information.

When I woke up early in the morning, I found a large cardboard box of materials under my apartment.

Somebody sent these by courier.

It is full of materials, paper, audio and surveillance video tapes related to Sifeng Yuanyu.

Although there is no conclusive evidence that Yuu Sifeng, a dangerous high school student, killed so many people with his own hands.

But the information so far can already prove that he has definitely been in and out of the crime scene, and there are big witnesses.

There is even a clear list of witnesses, as well as surveillance videos along the way... There are even photos accidentally taken by car cameras and paparazzi.

Although it is not very good to say this, Mizuguro and also expressed doubts about whether the Metropolitan Police Department can do such a meticulous work in such a short period of time.

At least the manpower of the intelligence department is far from enough...

What is involved behind this is all aspects of influence.

As soon as he thought of this, he extinguished the meaning of pursuing it to the end.

Exactly what he was thinking about.

'Even if it has ulterior motives, so what?At least it proved that Sifeng Yuanyu was a serious suspect, which was enough to arrest him! '

Shui Heihe also had doubts about this Sifengyuan Yu who frequently appeared around the case.

'According to big data calculations, people who are often involved in incidents are by no means ordinary! '

With a little attention, you will find that the frequency of supernatural phenomena around this Sifeng Yuanyu is unbelievably high.

Just like the whole "Reaper Primary School", incidents happen wherever they go.

"Even if he is a descendant of the shrine, it shouldn't be so frequent... There are as many as [-] shrines, why haven't you seen such abnormal situations in other shrines?"

'Suppress Sifeng Yuanyu!Kill or lock up!Maybe the frequency of supernatural activities in Dongying can directly drop by a few percentage points! '

"For Dongying, I, Mizuguro Kazuya, must capture or kill Sifengin Yuu!" '

His eyes were fixed, righteousness filled Shui Heihe's chest, it was for the country, for the stability of the people!

Suppressing Shinigami high school student Sifengin Yuu!

Sacrifice him alone to save the entire Dongying!

If you don't kill Sifengyuan, Dongying will be finished!

In his thoughts, such thoughts grow wildly like weeds in the field after spring.

Before he knew it, a faint transparent cloud floated in the conference room.

This wisp of cloud carried mysterious fluctuations, subtly influencing the thoughts of everyone present.

"Our group didn't work hard either."

Sugimura Yangxi stood up, with an inexplicable expression, took the remote control, pointed at the blank wall, and pressed lightly.

The surrounding sliding curtains were slowly closed, and at the same time, the faint blue light of the projector shot out from multiple corners and projected in the air, forming a virtual three-dimensional image.

"According to the road monitoring obtained from the Traffic Division, we made a comparison, and we confirmed that the information contained in the intelligence is consistent, and even more detailed than the data from the Traffic Division..."

During the imaging, dozens of small square screens appeared, showing different vehicles, as well as images of Sifeng Yuanyou getting on and off the car.

In the image, although Yuu Sifeng is a high school student, his demeanor has a certain demeanor.

Everyone present was shocked.

They couldn't be more familiar with this kind of demeanor, it was a natural majesty born after a long period of superiority.

It's just that they, as ordinary people, didn't notice it.

The youth on the image, those deep black eyes, seem to be inadvertently a little agile.

It's just that they seem to realize that because they are all ordinary people, that bit of spirituality is still lurking in the end.

"We synthesized intelligence and compared big data. We have confirmed that many supernatural disasters are closely related to him."

"Based on the timing, this person was at the scene when the incident happened and was deeply involved."

"Spiritual disasters, people from the Yin Yang Bureau, the Shinto Hall, and even the B&B Research Association are already in charge, right?"

Suddenly another person raised his hand to speak.

"There is also a supernatural disaster countermeasure room, shouldn't I contact them?"

The speaker is Feng Fuji, who has a good family background and a prestigious school background. He joined the police department as a supplementary officer and became a full-time member of the police department last month.

"Mr. Feng, those who do not cooperate with us all the way are fine, but there is no need to push this matter out."

"I think you also know that those departments are not easy to deal with... In fact, I have always felt that these departments are too mysterious."

Just when it comes to supernatural events, there are several state-level institutions, as well as local Shinto forces and various non-governmental semi-official institutions.

When it comes to the paranormal aspect, the various sectors do not ignore it.

Even their Metropolitan Police Department pays attention to this aspect, and has set up a special department to admit special talents-due to the historical tradition of the Metropolitan Police Department, almost all of them are talents in kendo.

The way of swords in this world, after reaching a certain field, can hurt evil spirits and ghosts.