I, the lord of ghost stories

"It's nothing, it's just a lonely ghost who died here. I have learned a lot of news from them... Don't worry, the rest of your subordinates, whoever is involved in this matter, will go down to accompany you!"

Sifeng Yuanyu spoke indifferently, staring down at these souls.

"I promise, none of them will be missing."

"You blaspheme your soul! Are you a god like this?"

Shui Heihe also roared angrily.

"God can be gracious, and He can also be punished."

"You want to kill the gods. As a god, I will bestow God's punishment and imprison the offender's soul forever. What's wrong?"

"This point, from the moment you stood in front of me, you should have this awareness."

"Since you said you don't regret it, then even if I sent all of their souls to hell, you shouldn't regret it—after all, they all obeyed your orders to fulfill your beliefs!"

"If you regret it, what's the point of their death?"

"If you seek benevolence and get benevolence, why should you complain?"

Shui Heihe also emptied the bullet, and threw the empty gun over angrily.

It also solidified in mid-air.

"The empire will not forgive you!"

Even now, he stubbornly maintained his convictions.

Yuu Sifeng admired this kind of tenacious person very much.

Among human beings, most of them just follow the trend, and only a few can have their own beliefs.

Those who have their own beliefs, and carry them out to the end, until death, and those who are steadfast, are the minority among the few.

Whatever that belief is, right or wrong.

However, the more you appreciate it, the colder your heart will be, and the more determined your killing intent will be!

Because this is the enemy!

Sifeng Yuanyu really didn't like killing people, but he wasn't pedantic either.

Once you make up your mind, you won't be merciful because of it.

The more determined, powerful and talented an enemy is, the more he must be eliminated immediately.

Don't eliminate it, keep it for the New Year?

He hated Bruce Wayne the most in his life, followed by Li Xunhuan, who scoffed at the so-called "forgive the enemy".

The enemy is going to kill you, but you don't kill it immediately, and you will deliberately let it go if you win... How is this different from suicide?

As long as a normal person knows how to choose.

"You have the righteousness of the empire and the righteousness of mankind that you insist on, and I happen to have it too."

"As the master of strange stories, I am in command of all the strange stories in Dongpu. I am also the master of the kingdom. I am the righteousness of the Kingdom of God."

"You, Shuihei Kazuya, offending me is offending a whole country, and now you are judged by my law."

Sifeng Yuanyu's voice was soft and calm, but following his voice, bright white light immediately bloomed around him.

The sky brightened up suddenly, and behind the dark clouds, a large rainbow-colored light sprinkled down the sky and covered the sky.

In the light, everything around has changed.

He found himself on his knees in a hall of pure white marble, surrounded by columns of white jade.

Similar to the dome in the style of classical Western mix and match, it is decorated with resplendent gold and jade, solemn and gorgeous.

The young man put on a white and luxurious robe, a golden crown on his head with six pearls on it, and a curtain of five strings of beads in front of him, sitting on a golden seat.

His whole body, including the throne, was shrouded in a huge circle of light, which echoed the bright light and fluctuations of the surrounding halls.

"My lord, are you guilty?"

"I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty!"

He yelled frantically in his heart, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.

The heavy pressure forced him to kneel down, and he couldn't even move a single finger in his whole body.

It was almost as if the whole body was made of lead.

It's just that there's no need to open his mouth, here his thoughts can be seen at a glance, and all of them can be noticed.

"Are you innocent?"

Hearing a chuckle, Shui Heihe couldn't raise his head, and then heard a voice asking:

"Using the laws of the Kingdom of God, what is the crime for attempting to kill God?"

Standing by the side of the hall was a pretty girl with a glimmer of light on her body. On her doll-like face, there was undisguised anger:

"The soul should be thrown into hell, tortured for a thousand years, and then turned into ashes!"

"Furthermore, in ancient times, the attempt to kill the king should have killed the three clans."

"You are a god. You are both a god and you also control the country. You should be punished after death, and you should be connected with the three clans in this world."

Ichinoe Mizue begged.

"Please send me, I will definitely be able to complete this task in the shortest possible time."

"The kingslayer is connected to three families, the father's family, the mother's family, and the wife's family... But this person has no father, no mother, and no wife. What should I do?"

"Please destroy him!"

Looking at it with disgust, this hateful human kneeling on the ground, the puppet girl was really angry.

Even if it was the disgust of Qing Xingdeng, it was nothing more than that... For this human being who tried to kill her father, she was full of desire to destroy him from the beginning to the end.

"If he can't be severely punished today, the majesty of His Highness Father will disappear in the spirit world!"

"Never let him go!"

In the girl's sweet voice, there was Senhan's coldness.

Shui Heihe raised his head with difficulty, and looked around, wanting to see who hated him so much.

A slender beautiful leg wrapped in Bose stockings kicked on the face.

As soon as his eyes went dark, he fell into a coma.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

In this world, the palace.

The antique imperial city has a strong sense of time division from the modern city outside.

Being in it, it seems to have returned to the romantic Heian era thousands of years ago.

It was already night, and it was quiet everywhere, but there were still a few people moving around, their manners were light, and they made as little noise as possible.

The current emperor is not young, standing in a room with lights, slightly arched, meditating quietly.

Since the establishment of the shogunate, the samurai have held power, and they have emptied the emperor.

After entering the modern age, there was an elected prime minister again, but a considerable part of the power was in the hands of the Shinkawa shogunate.

As the world continued to evolve into the age of mythology, the Shinto Hall further emptied the emperor's influence on Shinto.

In addition, there are further institutions such as the countermeasure room and the Yin and Yang Bureau.

Even so, the emperor still tried his best to retain some of the Chinese, and still maintained the airs of the court... Even if it was only an airs, it was still a legitimate official position.

According to the procedure, he had to look over many things... even if he could only play the role of a rubber stamp.

Although it is a puppet, it still has some weak powers.

Outside the bead curtain, the familiar servant's respectful voice came.

"It's Songping, it's so late, what else is there, come in."

The attendant, who often passed documents, came in from under the beaded curtain rolled up by the maid, and stood in front of the emperor, offering a document with both hands.

"When did this happen?"

Even though the emperor had experienced many storms, after watching it twice in a row, he still couldn't help showing a look of shock.

"Just now, 5 minutes ago, it was sent by the shogunate."

The servant bowed his head respectfully and replied.

"It's unbelievable that there are such rebellious people. Could it be the pollution from the otherworldly demon realm?"

The emperor muttered to himself, then picked up a pen, simply sketched on the document, signed his name, stamped it, and handed it to the attendant.

[Declared water black and also rebellious for blasphemy. ]

A little golden color flashed, and in the sight that ordinary people couldn't see, this document had already taken effect.

Time rewinds to half an hour ago.

Under the night, not far from the Shinto Hall, in the quiet courtyard, the lights are brightly lit.

When outsiders look at it, they just think it is an ordinary rich man's residence, and they don't think it is special.

After all, rich people always buy houses that are closer to shrines, temples, etc., so as to keep them away from evil spirits.

There are many priests and onmyojis who serve the gods in the Shinto Hall, and the residences near the Shinto Hall are naturally quite expensive.

This Japanese-style courtyard is elegantly arranged. There are bamboos, plums, cherry blossoms, and a small pond surrounded by running water and covered with soft white sand.

The courtyard is divided into many small rooms, where many retired onmyoji live.

They are all getting older, and their bodies can no longer persist in high-intensity work, but their life experience is still there, and they will still obey orders at certain times.

After nightfall, the few gray-haired old men who stayed here knelt and sat on the corridor of the courtyard, having a drink with each other, and there were a few dishes of appetizers on the small table.

The cool wind blows, and the strange aroma of incense permeates the surroundings, driving away annoying mosquitoes, making it quite pleasant.

"Mr. Sifengyuan, I really envy you. You have a promising grandson."

"That kid in my family can't even inherit his ancestral business, alas, talk too much, talk too much..."

Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, the two clinked another glass and drank the sake in the small glass in one gulp.

"Your child is indeed worry-free, but he is not very close to me... This is how precocious children are. I also envy your Chihaya's family style!"

Suddenly, a call came, and the old man called Sifengyuan answered the call with an apologetic salute.

The order came from the phone:

"Sifeng Yard! Please rush to the Metropolitan Police Department building immediately!"

"It's too late to say, the situation here is very tricky!"

Across the microphone, there are a lot of messy voices.

"Bang, bang bang..."

It seemed to be the sound of an explosion.

"Da da da da da..."

The slight sound of sewing machines seems to be far away.

"Unbeatable, this monster can't be killed!"

"Okay, all I know is that I will rush over immediately!"

Putting down the phone, he closed his eyes, golden light bloomed slightly in his eyes, and he counted a few times with his fingers.

"It's possession."

The visitor from Chihaya's house on the opposite side looked solemn:

"Do you need me to accompany you? Old man, are you still holding on to your old bones?"

Many monsters have the ability to possess themselves.

Just being possessed is not so easy, and the possessed person will instinctively resist fiercely.