The dim lights in the izakaya flickered slightly, reflecting the quiet but dreary atmosphere.

It's not just this shop, but when you look out from the door, the whole street outside seems to be quiet, and the signs of those shops are dimly lit, and they look the same as before.

But...... I don't know when the whole street has been empty.

Except for Zhang Wenjiao and the middle-aged bald monk next to him.

The middle-aged monk's expression was rigid and serious, like a weathered stone, even if he heard that what Zhang Wenjiao said was not Japanese, he didn't react at all.

Zhang Wenjiao didn't care, he glanced at the monk playfully, and then took another sip of sake, his leisurely and comfortable appearance, as if he was leaning on the sofa at home.

The minutes continued to pass, and the atmosphere continued to be dull and quiet.

Neither of them spoke again, but for some reason, there seemed to be a faint sense of solemnity in the air.

A gentle breeze crackled the wooden door.

And at this moment, the middle-aged monk finally spoke.

I saw that his hands were folded, and a look of sadness appeared on his stone-like face, and his already dark skin suddenly became even darker, and he slowly spoke, which was actually in Chinese: "As a spirit hunter, why does the donor kill innocents indiscriminately and attack ordinary people?"

"Indiscriminate killing of innocents?"

Zhang Wenjiao put a quick pickled radish in his mouth, chewed it squeakily, his face was full of innocence and doubt, and asked, "Is there such a thing?"

The middle-aged monk's brows furrowed slightly, and a wisp of irrepressible anger flashed in his eyes.

Without waiting for the middle-aged monk to speak, Zhang Wenjiao made a look of sudden realization and said with a smile: "Oh, you're talking about her, right?"

As he spoke, Zhang Wenjiao raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The dim light in the izakaya flickered, and the door was closed, but a cold wind blew through, and a cold feeling suddenly appeared, making the temperature in the room seem to drop a little instantly.

And beside Zhang Wenjiao, a vague girl figure appeared.

I saw that the girl's figure was illusory, wearing a specially cut sailor suit, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

It's the girl who was in Feida Xindi before, and her stage name is Xiao Ai.

It's just that the girl's whole body now exudes an eerie feeling, and even the bare skin is terrifyingly grayish-white.

In particular, the miserable white cheeks, which still had some horror, and the slightly distorted limbs, made people feel a palpitation.

The anger in the eyes of the middle-aged monk was blazing, and his rock-like face became even more severe.

Zhang Wenjiao didn't even look at him, but raised his hand to gently caress the girl's cheek, revealing a sickly satisfied and intoxicated smile, and whispered: "How can this be called indiscriminate killing of innocents, she is my ......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Wenjiao paused, and then waved his hand suddenly.

"Whew!"

It was as if a cold wind was blowing in the izakaya in an instant, as if it had been thrown into an ice storage with all its strength cooling, and it made people's hairs stand on end.

I saw that in this small room, there were dense illusory figures.

Some are standing on the ground, some are floating in the air, and their figures are illusory and transparent, but they give people a feeling of crowding, as if they fill the whole room.

At a glance, there are nearly a hundred!

And without exception, these figures are all young girls with beautiful looks and different temperaments.

Some are young white-collar workers in professional attire, some are fashionable college girls, and more are high school girls in sailor suits and short skirts.

It seems that Zhang Wenjiao is a little more partial to this type.

In addition, every girl who appears here has a different death.

Some limbs were twisted into strange angles, some had a bloody hole in their heads, some had pale faces as if they had been emptied of blood, and some had their skin painted with strange blood-colored patterns.

It was clear that these illusory figures appeared in the room......

All of them are the harvest of Zhang Wenjiao after entering the territory of the island country!

"These beautiful girls...... They, they're all handpicked by me. ”

Zhang Wenjiao looked at the room full of ghosts, his face gradually showed a look of fanaticism, intoxication, and excitement, and he grinned and muttered to himself: "Indiscriminate killing of innocents? hahaha, they should feel honored to be selected by me!"

"Demons!"

The middle-aged monk finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, and his anger rose instantly, and he slapped it the long table in front of him.

"Boom!"

The hard solid wood table shattered in response, turning into tattered wood and large pieces of wood chips.

The cups, saucers, and chopsticks on the table also fell to the ground and shattered.

Zhang Wenjiao quickly picked up the glass of sake in front of him, raised it to his lips and took a sip.

"It's not good, but don't waste it. ”

Zhang Wenjiao smiled, glanced at the middle-aged monk, and said lightly: "Are you monks of Sensoji Temple so short-tempered?"

“......”

The middle-aged monk's forehead was throbbing, and it was obvious that he was forcibly suppressing the growing anger in his heart.

I saw that he glanced at the illusory ghosts all over the room again, folded his hands, his face was stiff, and said coldly: "It turns out that you are the evil demon who has recently committed countless murders in my island country and killed my uncle! Buddha blessed, I actually met you! Evil demon, today is the day you are punished!"

"Tsk. ”

Zhang Wenjiao drank all the wine in the cup, squinted at the middle-aged monk, and then sighed faintly, "I'm an evil demon, and what are you monks who eat the human blood steamed buns of ordinary believers?"

"Nonsense!"

The middle-aged monk roared angrily, and finally couldn't help it, and powerful spiritual power fluctuations appeared on his body, and he slapped Zhang Wenjiao with one palm.

The fan-like palm glowed with a black-gray hazy light, and from a distance, it looked like a black rock, bringing a heavy wind sound.

"Whew!"

The powerful spiritual oppression caused the broken wood on the ground to be crushed to pieces, and then splashed into the air, turning into flying sawdust in the sky.

And Zhang Wenjiao had disappeared in place in an instant among the sawdust, and his figure appeared on the wall not far away.

"Brainless brute force. ”

Zhang Wenjiao showed disdain on his face, and then raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Smack!"

As if receiving an order, all the illusory figures of the girls in the room were slightly shocked.

Immediately afterwards, a resentful dark color invariably appeared on their beautiful faces, and their pupils became dazed and confused, full of gloom and murderous intent.

"Giggles!"

Meaningless, eerie screams suddenly resounded in the small space, and the air around them seemed to suddenly drop by a few degrees.

The eerie ghost energy swept wildly, and all the ghosts rushed towards the middle-aged monk.

"Amitabha!"

The middle-aged monk's face was pale, and at the same time he proclaimed the Buddha's name, standing in place like an angry King Kong, looking at the ghost shadow in the sky and shouting angrily: "Let the poor monk come to surpass you!"