"Well, you see."

Gu Lisha carefully handed over a glass of water, patted the back of Moon Shadow Chigusa on the back, and swiped the phone and put it in front of him.

"Although the video has been deleted from major websites, it continues to go viral on social media."

On the mobile phone that Gu Lisha handed over, there was a video of about fifteen seconds.

In the video, in the pitch-black sky over Taitung District, there is a huge dark red door that is slowly closing.

Looking at the angle of the photographer, it should be on the outskirts of Taito Ward, and it should be shot from a distance through some kind of professional equipment.

"Who the hell is able to close ......?"

Gazing blankly at the slowly closing and void gates of hell in the video, a cold sweat left on Moonshadow Chigusa's forehead.

Only he knew that the resentment and the power of the ghosts and gods that were put into the gates of hell were dozens of times that of the ghosts and gods at the beginning!

These soul slayers, who have been passed down for thousands of years, are really not that simple.

“…… The amazing is yet to come. ”

With Gu Lisha's words, below the disappearance of the giant gate, a small dot dragging a strong black qi quickly rose vertically.

Like a firework blooming, the thick black fog in the night sky suddenly expanded outward, turning into a vague huge figure.

It was an invisible figure of the size of the Gates of Hell, but it could not be photographed.

Only by the outline of the black mist wrapped around its exterior could it be vaguely recognized as a giant with three heads and six arms.

I saw the giant wrapped in the black mist, and a pair of huge arms in front of him stretched and pulled fiercely into the night sky......

"Poof...... W- What is this big black guy doing......"

The water in Moon Shadow Chigusa's mouth, which she didn't have time to swallow, suddenly sprayed all over the girl's phone screen.

The gates of hell, which had been closed and disappeared, were actually "pulled" back from the night sky by the black giant.

Then the giant opened the door furiously, disappeared into it, and slammed it again......

The crumbling dark red door disappeared again.

"He—what does he think of the gates of hell, is it fun to go in and out?!"

With the incredible murmur of Moon Shadow Chigusa, the whole video also ends here.

"Privately, some people say that there is a manifest spirit of God who has closed the gates of hell. However, there is a fierce debate on the Internet about the specific identity of the god, and there are countless sects vying to claim it......"

Unexpectedly, even an existence of the level of a god can't help but make a move, isn't that very dangerous......

Thinking of this, Moonshadow Chigusa reached for the schoolbag at the foot of the bed with some trembling eyes.

Only by holding this only laptop that he can rely on in his hand can his heart be at ease.

"I'm sorry, can I excuse you to avoid it, I want to see a few messages, just a few minutes."

He bowed apologetically to the girl beside him and pleaded.

"Of course, the public secrecy regulations...... Moon Shadow-kun is really a one-eyed person, so I'll take out the garbage and dispose of it first. ”

Giving him a "I understand" look, Gu Lisha walked out of the ward with the lunch box.

Seeing the ancient principle sand leave, Moon Shadow Chigusa opened her laptop and trembled and clicked on the game to place the map.

"Sure enough......"

On the map, the vortex that was originally marked "Hell Gate" and "Gap-Eyed Evil God" has disappeared without a trace.

“…… Wait a minute...... It's ......"

Moon Shadow Chigusa's eyes moved to the place where the "energy" value was placed on the left side of the map, and then she couldn't move it anymore.

"Hey...... Ha...... Hahahahaha...... The hateful ruler, the fig leaf between his legs, has been torn off by me after all......"

His expression gradually changed from abrupt to morbid ecstasy.

"It seems that in the bottom of their hearts, the people don't buy the government's rhetoric at all......"

In the game map, the resentment that was originally squandered by him has risen to a value that exceeds ten times the amount accumulated in the past two years.

"This ...... As long as you manage to get some 'ghost power', it will be enough to open the gates of hell a few more times......"

Moreover, that string of numbers, like soaring stocks, is still increasing wildly.

"Wait...... What is this row of letters? ”

In the bottom row of the map, where the original "G meme" was written, there are a total of twenty-six letters from A to Z.

Among them, only the number "5" is displayed after the letter G, and the number is zero.

"It's approaching an eventful autumn, and it is estimated that my information has also been registered by the rescue team, so let's lie dormant for the time being, and then study it carefully."

Looking at this string of letters of unknown meaning, Moonshadow Chigusa touched her chin, revealing a playful expression.

……

A month after the events of "Hell's Gate".

Kanagawa Prefecture, Kawasaki City, Heimaji.

A black plaque with the inscription "Mt. Kongo" hangs above the quaint temple gate with a black glazed tile roof.

Kawasaki Daishi-ji Temple, founded in the 3rd year of the Great Era, officially known as Mt. Kongoyama Kinjoin Heimaji, is one of the three main mountains in the Kanto region, famous for "disaster relief", and is said to be one of the top three temples in Japan for the number of "Hatsui" in the New Year.

The temple is famous for its Fude Rice Harvest Hall, Medicine Hall, Sutra Treasure Hall, Octagonal Five-Storied Pagoda, and the enshrined five-pestle and wood-block book Tripitaka.

It's a long night (September), and the summer heat is fading, and it's the time of year when Kawasaki City has a pleasant climate and beautiful scenery.

Due to an incident a month ago, even on weekdays, there was an endless stream of pilgrims who came to the temple to pray for safety and ward off bad luck.

But when these pilgrims pass through the wide temple gate, they will enter the temple like thieves with a frightened expression on their faces, sticking to the edge of the door.

Because, not far from the main gate of the temple, a man wearing a monk's robe was sitting with a big grin.

However, at eight o'clock in the morning, the man with a stubbled face and long blond and black hair hanging messily down his forehead was leaning his back against a pillar at the entrance of the temple, holding a large bottle of "14th Generation Ryusen Junmai Daiginjo" with a thin neck, and poured it into his mouth one by one.

From the entrance of the shopping street at the entrance of the temple, you can smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

Although since the Meiji Restoration promulgated the "Lifting the Ban on Eating Meat and Wives", Japanese monks have been the same as ordinary people, able to grow hair, marry wives, have children, eat wine and meat, and no longer need to be serious ascetics.

To this day, in the name of "promoting Buddhism", Japanese monks are wrapped in the coat of "Zen", opening bars, software companies, and being artists, and there are not a few who make a lot of money.

However, in Kawasaki Daishi Temple, which adheres to the orthodox Buddhist ascetic method, the monks still adhere to the precepts of no meat, no alcohol, no killing, and no women's sex, and live an ascetic life of morning bells and evening drums, green lanterns and ancient Buddhas, and almsgiving.

Therefore, in the early morning when the other monks were doing their morning classes, this "extreme monk" who exuded a criminal atmosphere all over his body blocked the door and drank heavily, which was indeed a terrible thing for the pilgrims.

Whether it is the man's slightly frowning brows, the hidden green tendons, or the well-developed chest muscles exposed at the neckline and the dense and unclear tattoos on the thick arms within the wide sleeves, they are enough to remind the pilgrims of the past that "the wanted criminals hide in the temple for prestige, and the host does not hesitate to offer physical influence to repay grievances with virtue".