I, the lord of ghost stories

"I rushed over immediately after the tutoring class, don't ignore me!"

Since he had just finished the tutoring class, he was wearing a white short-sleeved cardigan shirt and a uniform with gray trousers. He also tied a wide turban around his forehead and tied his long hair.

On the whole, it looks very spiritual and rooted.

"I heard that you are a genius, so come and experience my Nippori Liu Yin Yang technique!"

He was chanting, but with his left hand he held a black compass steadily, engraved with patterns of Jiugong Bagua, astrology and five elements.

A simple and dark magnetic spoon hangs in the center of the compass.

"There are countless yin and yang, the earth is divided into stars and fields, and the electric light develops, reveals!"

The surface of the unremarkable stone spoon showed faint fluorescence, trembled a few times, and moved with difficulty.

The friction between the stone and the metal made a "chacha" sound.

Sifeng Yuanyu just watched quietly like that, and it took a full 20 seconds to watch him before the spoon finally pointed in Sifeng Yuanyou's direction.

"Sure enough, it was you—the prisoner who broke into the family, took away the shikigami that the family had just cultivated, and burned the main building worth a billion yen to a white ground!"

He pointed at Yuu Sifeng with righteous words, with a heartbroken and angry attitude:

"That's not the property of the family, we have shares in the division! You burn it, you have to lose money!"

"The spiritual tool has extracted the breath of the scene, and now it is completely pointing at you. Do you have anything to say?"

Sifeng Yuanyou didn't say a word, but his eyes gradually showed some kind of pity.

"What, what's going on? Don't look at me like that!"

Sensing the sudden realization and pity in that sight, Nippori Taichi's whole body became uncomfortable.

Sifeng Yuanyu shifted his gaze away, this way of taking care of his self-esteem made him even angrier.

"What do you mean by tilting your head?! I am the last heir of the Kanda family, you robber and executioner! You treat me with this attitude, don't you feel guilty at all?"

"Go, I don't want to embarrass you."

Yuu Sifeng didn't want to explain to the fool, left this sentence, just bypassed him like that, and continued to follow a certain aura that gradually became faintly visible.

"Wait a minute, don't you say anything? At least you have to lose money! Lose money!"

"You don't have talent, don't get involved."

The moment the determined voice reached Hippori's ears, his will was depressed.

It's like a puffer fish that was puffed up and suddenly lost its air and flattened.

"You really saw it..."

"and many more!"

Seeing Sifengyuan's figure hurrying away, he asked hurriedly.

"Tell me, is it true what they say?"

"Is my family really the executioner? Everyone in the village is saying that..."

Under the hood, there is a choked male voice.

"They said that it was because of the fault of the Kanda family that so many people died in this building."

Sifengyuanyou paused, looked back at him, and did not choose to tell the truth.

"Let's take it as an accident. From now on, there will be no Kanda Family Headquarters."

"That's right, it's a surprise..."

He lowered his head, not knowing if he accepted it or not. .

When Sifeng Yuanyu turned around again, he suddenly reminded loudly:

"It was a person from the Yin Yang Bureau who found me, told me about this, and asked me to come here and wait for you."

"I didn't believe them at first, but... since the real one has waited for you, then they must have known your whereabouts."

"Be careful yourself, they seem to have bad intentions."

Whereabouts...

Yuu Sifengyuan nodded and sneaked into the alley.

In a daze, a layer of indistinct light-colored shadows overlapped on the surface of his body.

The ghost is very light in color, with a fuzzy aerosol shape around the edges.

Since its appearance, it has gradually separated, as if melting into the air.

Chapter 290 Eighth

Tokyo Skytree.

This is a symbolic landmark of Tokyo and a wireless TV signal transmission tower, and the East Tower is a complex high-rise office building connected to it.

From the outside, there are billboards with the names of offices and shops on each floor.

Inside the elevator, the red indicator lights are changing numbers layer by layer.

Just wearing a shirt and trousers, a teenager dressed like a middle school student stood alone in this elevator room. When he reached the 22nd floor, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and flicked between the floor buttons.

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in front of his eyes, and then fine red sparks appeared from the elevator, burning his arm.

"Pass without permission, warning, please stop your destructive behavior!"

However, no matter how this spiritual fire burns, the young man suddenly felt it, pressing his hand on the blank space, and kept writing and drawing.

Arrays kept appearing in front of my eyes.

The dense light and shadow are changing, flowing with the breath of energy.

This light and shadow appeared and died extremely fast, but it still didn't bother Sifeng Yuanyu.

Accurately capturing the gap, Yuu Sifeng smiled and quickly forged a signal.

"Ding...Visitor authority, welcome to the headquarters of the Skytree Tower of the Yin Yang Bureau."

The elevator stopped at the bright red number 28.5.

The alloy metal gate slowly opened, and Yuu Sifeng stepped straight out, walking straight forward along a cold, empty corridor that went straight to the bottom.

Along the way, all the doors were tightly shut.

The vermilion Seimei Kikyo seal appeared on the gate intact, like it was engraved by a printer.

An extremely high-density barrier... Triple? No, five?

The fighters who are in front of the soldiers are all marching forward.

The nine-character proverbs are arranged in it in a special way.

Slightly interlaced, unfolded in five layers, and it seems to be digitally processed... some kind of cutting-edge technology is applied.

Sifeng Yuanyu stood in the corridor with a slight cold light, stopped and felt a little interest.

At this position, the essence of the so-called spells has long been understood by Sifengyuan.

It's just that this enchantment still makes him feel interesting.

Compared with the enchantment technology of the ancient era, it is thinner and stronger, and saves energy.

Modern technology, to be precise, is modern mathematics, which is indeed a very useful knowledge.

'However, God cannot be stopped. '

Yuu Sifeng placed his hand in front of the door, and the door slid open left and right like an automatic door.

It seems that it is designed to be opened by sensing the spiritual power of members of the Onmyo Bureau.

"Welcome to the imperial body."

Behind the gate was an old man wearing an elegant white hunting suit with a family crest on his chest.

He looked solemn, with his hands crossed, folded in front of his chest, standing silently behind the door, like a statue, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

He wasn't surprised when Sifeng Yuanyou's figure appeared, but he just bent down to salute.

"You knew I was coming?"

Sifeng Yuanyu was not polite, and walked in directly.

Stepping into this room, the marble floor tiles seen outside instantly turned into soft ground under your feet.

"The folding of space...you transform the office."

Sifeng Yuanyu looked around, as if he was in a certain underground cave.

Palm-sized shell lamps are inlaid on the black rock dome above the head, like stars inlaid in the dark night, emitting a cold light, illuminating the surroundings like the night sky.

Not far away is the pitch-black lake, with no waves.

There are stone hexagonal standing lamps on the shore, emitting a faint white light.

One small boat after another, with a bust standing on the bow, docked on the shore.

On the pier on the shore, on a relatively flat and protruding open space, there is a row of boxes.

The boxes were all carved out of stone, engraved with complicated spells, and gave off an unpleasant atmosphere.

"Just you?"

"Other people have nothing to do with this matter. This is my own crime, so I won't cause trouble for others."

Sifeng Yuanyou kept walking, walked to a stone box, and took a deep breath.

Inside lay a young child, about five or six years old, whose limbs were nailed to the inside of the stone box with special huge metal nails, with a calm and peaceful face.

They had completely lost their breath of life, but Yuu Sifeng could feel that their souls still hadn't left.

"It must be a kind of luck that they left the world without pain and ignorance."

This is some kind of special sacrificial ritual.

No matter how you whitewash it, it won't change... His essence of eating people.

"Are you eating people?"

Sifeng Yuanyu's eyes froze, murderous aura rose.

This journey has not been peaceful.

So much so that there was still a residual killing intent on Sifeng Yuanyu.

"...It's not directly eating people."

After a moment of silence, with a complex expression on his face, he introduced the ceremony to Yuu Sifeng.

"These are all children with pure spiritual power. I tricked them into going to the kingdom of God."

"In fact, it was offered as a sacrifice to His Royal Highness Qingdeng."

"After this ceremony is completed, His Highness Qingdeng will bestow a demonic power."

"Onmyoji like me who is about to enter the earth, after receiving this special demonic power, can gradually transform his spiritual power into attributes and perform semi-demonic transformation."

As for the purpose, he didn't say it, Sifeng Yuanyu also knew it.

Vitality, lifespan, after transforming into a half-demon, will all be improved.

Humans in this world are generally inferior to monsters, with the exception of a few people with strong spiritual power, but they cannot exceed the limits of human beings.

So it's understandable to try not to be human... it's just that it's not an easy way to go.

"A half-demon is a genetic inheritance. One of the parents must be a human and the other a monster. Even so, there are many congenital deficiencies."

"This kind of demonization of yours will not only fail to achieve your goal, but may lead to sudden death... Either the demon power kills you, or you die first."

"It's impossible for you to become a half-demon this way."

"Besides, Kanjiamon, you are from the Tuyumen family, right? I didn't expect that such a prestigious family would degenerate to such an extent... You don't have countless righteous gods to choose from, why do you want to do this?"

"I want to live, can the righteous god give it?"

"Monster power can't make me live forever, but it can make me live for a few more years...Will God allow it?"