I, the lord of ghost stories

"It's impossible to transfer everyone so quickly!"

The surroundings became darker and darker, even with the light of the wall lamp, the "feeling" of darkness became more and more intense.

As you can see, the light is changing.

At the junction of light and shadow, a blurred layered ghost zone gradually appears.

"The nature of the spiritual power here is getting closer and closer to the underworld."

The world can be simply divided into Yin and Yang.

Yang is the present world, where living people live.

Yin is the underworld, the world after death.

The spiritual power in this area is approaching the underworld, indicating that someone is holding a ceremony related to the underworld.

During this period, anomalies close to the afterlife world will be created here.

The short answer is that it is easy to produce supernatural beings.

"Slap" "Slap".

There was the sound of marbles rolling to the ground in the corridor behind him.

Yuu Sifeng immediately turned around and walked slowly along the corridor, step by step.

Tracing the source of the sound, I came to the outside of a room.

The sound stopped abruptly.

With a "squeeze", Yuu Sifengin opened the paper door.

In the darkness behind the door, there was a stench coming towards him.

A few vague figures floated out, with hideous faces.

Sifengyuan was prepared early, but took a few steps back.

Use the lights in the hallway to see them clearly.

The shapes of these figures are very strange, looming, shrouded in a light black mist.

The facial features are not very clear, men and women, old and young can be vaguely distinguished, but they all have varying degrees of ferocity, appearing eerie.

Most of them had blood-stained clothes, some had crooked heads, some had broken chests, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

Under the light, these figures also appeared blurred, and the edges of their bodies were even directly submerged in the mist, appearing vacuous.

When Sifengyuan dodged, he still had the leisure to pay attention to their feet.

The feet were completely covered in the black mist, and the ankles and the lower half of the lower legs could not be seen directly, as if they were floating in the air.

These oddly shaped things carried a strong filthy smell, like the stench that had accumulated in the sewer for decades, permeating the entire corridor.

Sifengyuanyou frowned, with an impatient face.

It would be a nightmare to be entangled in this kind of thing.

The palms joined together, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of faint white light.

This light is not intense, but it is steaming like a flame, and it shoots out three feet, and there is a powerful force in it.

The light illuminates the hallway and dispels the darkness.

The wind and rain around seemed to have paused for a moment, and the rain line evaporated out of thin air before approaching Sifeng Yuanyou.

There was a faint coercion in the space, and these monsters were under pressure, and they dared not approach immediately.

"Back off, or die!"

In their ears, Sifeng Yuanyu's voice was like a thunder coming from the sky, rumbling and exploding from the perspective of the spirit.

These unidentified spirits seemed to retain part of their spiritual intelligence. After struggling on the spot, they still had the instinct to survive, which surpassed certain commands.

They moved respectfully out of the corridor and retreated into corners of shadow and darkness.

And he was careful enough to avoid the radiation range of the light on Yuu Sifeng's body.

Yuu Sifeng was about to move forward when he suddenly thought of a section, his eyes fixed, and he looked at one of the figures with a sense of menace.

"How much intelligence do you still have?"

These are spirit bodies, not living flesh and blood.

Yuu Sifeng could tell at a glance.

The figure being questioned freezes in place.

The surroundings were completely blocked by the spiritual pressure carried by this sight and froze.

She looked like a woman, her hair was loose, her face was gloomy, her head was lowered, she opened her mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Sifeng Yuanyou restrained his spiritual pressure.

The Phantom, which seemed to have been pardoned, immediately knelt down in the air, supported by the thin black-gray mist.

It's just that on the floor of the adjacent corridor, a layer of fine ice quickly condensed.

"I died two years ago, so I'm still awake."

"They were all dead for a long time, with severe memory loss and gradual loss of sanity."

"Most of them have become like idiots, and a few can't even speak."

Asked for some more details, not much value.

It can only be confirmed that this hotel has indeed separated the two floors with an enchantment.

The first floor is for business and the first floor is for ceremonies.

Now, Yuu Sifeng was on the ceremony floor.

This pavilion, this forest, and even the area a little farther away now seem to be the foundation of a large-scale spell ceremony.

The spirituality of the underground spirit veins all gather here, just ahead.

A tumbling black cloud steamed from the ground below, and filled a room in front of it.between

The black flame burned everything, carrying a strange power.

"Judging from the spirits bound on this land, the earliest costumes were six or seventy years ago."

This shows that this ritual has existed for at least 60 years.

"Although this is just a town with a population of less than 5000 people deep in the mountains..."

"But after 60 years, something interesting should have been born."

Chapter 7 Min Hee

"Let me go, please, let me go..."

The first floor of the mansion, the lobby.

The man screamed in panic, and in the hall on the first floor, howled hysterically like killing a pig.

The beige floor is covered with all kinds of weird utensils, and the material can be seen to be carved from bones at a glance.

The faint blue will-o'-the-wisp blazes among these bone vessels.

The densely packed steel pillars are passed through by steel chains, forming a complete circle around the center.

Under each pillar, there is a person kneeling.

They were all dressed in black, and the one kneeling under the pillar was obviously of a higher status, and there were some changes in the details of the costumes, and there were some gold laces of unknown meaning.

"Minji...return...Minji...return..."

All the kneeling people bowed their heads and chanted, repeating monotonous words.

While the sound was repeated, black mist rose from the ground.

This mist is very strange, seeping out from the ground.

As soon as they appeared, they seemed to be attracted, and they all flocked to the most central one - the statue in gorgeous costumes.

At this time, the statue was shrouded in an ominous black aura, illuminating the hall strangely.

"No, don't kill me—"

The struggling middle-aged bald man grabbed the floor desperately and was dragged by two men in black by his legs and dragged on the ground.

"I am the president of Morning Market Co., Ltd., and I met Sasaki from Yamaguchi Club!"

"Kill me and you will not end well!"

"Let me go, let me go, I'll give you 20 billion yen, cash! Old cash!"

"No, I don't want to die yet——"

Fingernails scraped against the wooden board, making a noise that made the ears uncomfortable.

"He's too loud."

Kanda Takuma waved impatiently.

So a tall man in black stepped forward, held up a baseball bat, posed for it, and swung it vigorously.

"Peng", after the dull percussion sound, everything is clear.

It was dragged all over the floor, and the blood spread. .

Men in black came and went one after another, tying the living bodies to the pillars.

In the middle is Takamiya Noriko lying on the ground.

She was put on a gorgeous white twelve sheet, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with long hair sloping down to her waist, and an emerald and gold headdress on her head.

With tears in the corners of her eyes, she frowned, as if she had fallen into a nightmare.

"Master Kanda, the ceremony went smoothly."

A man reported respectfully in front of the museum owner.

"How is the rejection?"

"She has only a slight rejection of Guiji's power, but now that she has used the secret medicine, the rejection continues to decline."

His surprise could be heard in the man's words.

The spiritual power of living people is incompatible with the power of ghosts, let alone such a violent intrusion, which would have caused severe repulsion.

Seriously, it will directly lead to human death.

He has gone through hundreds of thousands of experiments, and he has never seen any living person whose strength matches Guiji Minzi so well.

Even her older sister is far behind her.

It was as if she was the sister of the Minzi 400 years ago.

Pretty perfect.

As a "container" to receive the power of Onihime, it can be said that it is unique and it is not an exaggeration.

"well done."

"It is indeed the bloodline of the Mochizuki family, the qualifications of the maiden, and the descendant of the legendary moon goddess."

"Sure enough, they are descendants of the Son of God, but they are different from ordinary people."

"Ohara, do you know the origin of the witch?"

"I heard that the first priestess was the goddess Amaterasu."

"This is a myth, no one knows if it is true."

Leaning on a cane, the old man observed the details of the ceremony and walked slowly.

"However, at the beginning, it is certain that the witch is a direct descendant of the gods."

"Only with the blood of the gods flowing can you serve the gods."

"In an era closer to the present, the blood of the descendants of the gods has been diluted, but they still have the qualifications to awaken.