I, the lord of ghost stories

Visible to the naked eye, a faint, imperceptible ray of red light bloomed out of the intense black fire.

"A little bit."

He growled unwillingly, leaning on the wooden stick, blushing all over his face, panting for breath.

"So many people, the sacrifices of so many people, cannot fail!"

"Never fail—"

Like a red-eyed gambler, he looked at the other people around him.

"My lord, why is this?"

The man's eyes widened, and his body fell heavily.

I saw a red shadow, back and forth like the wind.

Between the ceremony, it instantly became a purgatory killing field.

"Minji" actually escaped during the ceremony, and frantically slaughtered the man in black.

This is impossible.

Because Min Hee actually has no ego.

Even if there is, it will be manipulated by spells.

"Why are you?"

People who died one after another were full of this question before they died.

Kanda Takuma looked at this scene, a little sad.

But his eyes were full of determination, without the slightest hesitation.

"Because at the end of the story... Minzi turned into a ghost princess and killed her enemy."

"In order to reproduce the story more completely and to shape the power of Onihime better, I can only ask you to sacrifice again."

Chapter 9 I have no shame

Kanda Takuma was already standing on a drawn pentagram on the ground, the lines on the cane exuded a faint light, and quickly disappeared his figure like an eraser.

During the ceremony, some people tried to struggle.

Twos and threes of white light exploded, and the amulet formed a water-colored shield.

It's just that the phantom, which was dyed red by the flames, was not hindered in the slightest.

The sharp claws were cold and blazing.

Just a simple swipe and tear, the so-called shield is thinner than paper.

The screams sounded one after another, and then disappeared one after another.

In just a few seconds, the collision was over.

Only blood-colored rain falls are left, splashing on the ceiling, tatami, doors, and windows.

In the air, there was a strong smell of rust.

A faint mist of blood permeated the room, slowly settling down, with a warm breath.

Kanda Takuma couldn't bear it, closed his eyes, and cried in grief, tears streaming down his face.

"This is all for the great cause of the Kanda family..."

"The future you are looking forward to, I will definitely realize it!"

"The Kanda family will definitely carry your hopes and move forward."

"Kanda Town will definitely continue to grow and become a large city with 30 people."

"As for Saburo, I don't care about you contacting the curse investigator of the Countermeasures Office... In the future, you will also be recorded as a process on the memorial monument."

In the hall, he was the only one left, lonely and desolate, venting something sadly to the air.

"We will never fail... so many sacrifices, so many years of hard work, how can we allow failure?!"

"Impossible to fail!"

In the spiritual sense, the black mist rises from the ground, boiling and surging, and the thick smoke column gathers towards the center spirally like a cigarette.

The standing still figure was shrouded in a thick black light, and the breath of spiritual power was rising little by little.

Kanda Takuma suppressed his excitement and waited patiently.

Suddenly, I felt that everything around me became quiet.

With a "poof", a voice came out softly.

A little black-red flame was born from the center of the smoke, and then spread violently.

There was only a sea of ​​black and red flames in the field of vision.

A wave of spiritual power that was more concentrated and stable than before swept across the surroundings like ripples.

Kanda Takuma looks middle-aged on the surface, but he is already old inside.

Feeling this spiritual pressure suddenly, his breathing was suffocated and he was slightly panting.

Grabbing the neckline, he took a few quick breaths, and his face showed ecstasy:

"It's finally done...it's done!"

"Minji, this is Minji's power!"

"This is comparable to the spiritual pressure of a great Onmyoji!"

"My Kanda family finally has a shikigami that can be handed down!"

"As long as I have Minji's power, nothing like Huakaiyuan or Qingqiuyuan can hinder me!"

In his muddy eyes, there is incomparable fanaticism and self-confidence:

"I, Kanda Takuma, will soon become a great onmyoji of the present age!"

"Come on, Minji, come to my side..."

Takuma Kanda gently chanted the ballad of the language with a whisper that seemed to be in a conversation with a lover.

The syllables are simple and unsophisticated, the charm is leisurely, faintly in line with the music theory.

In front of his eyes, the black fire slowly parted like a wave.

Two rows of long-burning white lanterns floated quietly in the air, sucking in the black fire and turning it into a fire source.

Between the rituals that have been completely reduced to ruins, a large swath of secret spell writings meanders around here.

Faint gold, black and red light permeated the air.

In such an illusory artistic conception, a woman stepped out.

Every step she took, two lanterns emerged out of thin air, and the surging will-o'-the-wisp surrounded her.

Elegant and charming kimono, with red stripes on a black background, drawing countless blooming flowers.

The long black hair fluttered in the air without wind, but it made her more beautiful and soft.

The woman walked very slowly, and she didn't seem to expect to appear here.

"The concubine has come to the world again..."

In the true sense, he was just born as a "citizen", but he seemed to possess memory and wisdom.

Kanda Takuma, as the planner and creator, naturally knows that this is a completely fictitious memory.

Although "Minji" herself is fictional, her life and experience are indeed taken from historical prototypes, and many details are very real.

There was once a patriarch who met Ji Jun, a famous family living among the people, and processed it based on his personal experience.

This is also the origin of the "Minhime Monogatari Collection" handed down in Kanda Town.

"Min Ji" was born today, at this time, here.

The story of Min Ji has already been circulated.

The fear of the people breeds demons and monsters.

This is the common way monstrosities are born after the age of mythology.

The Kanda family can't create new ghosts out of thin air, and they still rely on this rule.

The more powerful the ghost, the harsher the conditions for its birth.

The Kanda family just took advantage of the power of the spiritual veins to greatly increase the speed of formation, shortening the gestation time that would have taken hundreds of years to less than a hundred years.

He also tried his best to make "Minji" step into the threshold of a real big monster as soon as he was born.

A big monster is a real powerhouse who surpasses ordinary monsters.

In ancient times, it was the existence of being able to defeat an army by one person.

That's all the planning.

The original idea has been fully realized until now.

"Come on, come here, let me take a good look at you."

The owner of Kanda Hall couldn't wait to use the secret spell to issue orders to the newly born Minji.

It's just that when Minji walked halfway, she suddenly stopped and made a gesture of listening attentively.

Kanda Taku's heart suddenly throbbed, and some kind of strong uneasiness grabbed his heart violently.

This exceeded his expectations!

After it was born, it should have been controlled by two sets of spells deep in the spirit body and in the container body.

It is absolutely impossible to move on your own!

What went wrong? !

Not reconciled, he crossed his hands and made a seal, but the power of the spell was like a stone sinking into the sea, no matter how he urged it, there was no response.

On the other hand, "Minji", after listening to it for a while, seemed to suddenly realize it, and there was a little more agility in her eyes.

On the beautiful and lovely face, there was a faint smile.

She gently brushed her bangs together, and pulled a few strands of hair back.

That pair of black and white eyes showed a bit of narrowness, looking at Kanda Takuma who had already disappeared:

"We meet again, Kanda-san."

"It seems like you're the only one left?"

She looked around, and it was empty.

Curiosity was written in his jet-black pupils.

The girl tilted her head cutely, smiling sweetly and coldly.

"Hey, Mr. Kanda, you must not have thought of it?"

"It's me, Takamiya Noriko."

"You must think that the one who wakes up is Minji who is being manipulated by you?"

She did not hide her hatred at all, and her eyes turned into joy.

"I really didn't expect that there are so many people who are willing to believe in you. You have a good reputation in this town?"

"No, it can't be described as a good person, it can be said to be like a saint."

"People like you, I have always admired, but you killed my sister."

"Have you ever felt even the slightest bit of guilt?"

Kanda Takuma straightened his back, bearing the strong spiritual pressure, all the joints in his body were howling.

There were flames burning in his eyes, his whole body was full of awe-inspiring righteousness, and he looked at Chonggong Jizi without fear.

"I'm upright, I'm upright, what guilt do I have?"