Qiao Qiao inside the glass, his face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot, but that smile was really oozing.

"Huh?"

Qiao Qiao looked at himself with a terrifying smile in the mirror, but tilted his head.

"Already able to influence people you're just coming into contact with?"

Misjudged?

He's not Shinnosuke Arai who is haunted by resentment, and it stands to reason that he won't be so easily affected by this resentful spirit.

Not frightened at all, Qiao Qiao thought about the problem instead.

"Josan ?"

Shinnosuke Arai didn't see anything, he just felt a gust of wind blowing, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Please wait here."

Qiao Qiao commanded, and asked as if he remembered something.

"By the way, Mr. Arai, have you insured your important belongings?"

"Insurance?"

Shinnosuke Arai didn't quite understand.

"As you know, there may be some damage to the artifacts of the Soul Removal, so in order to avoid future disputes, it is best to confirm with you first."

"Well, it's okay, you can do whatever you want, I don't have anything of value at home."

Shinnosuke Arai nodded.

also subconsciously took half a step back.

Agreed, Qiao Qiao walked through the living room towards the living room.

It is said that this is where the original owner of the house hanged himself.

Along the way, all the mirrors appeared with that miserable white face, and they were laughing at Qiao Qiao fiercely.

Zi –

The TV suddenly turned on, and after a snowflake dot, there was a black and white image of a woman in white crawling on the ground.

Bang –

The windows were opened by something, and the night breeze blew in, causing the curtains to flutter.

Zheng –

The kitchen knife suddenly fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Da –

The light in the living room suddenly turned on and quickly went out, and in a flash, Qiao Qiao saw that under the curtains, there were a pair of feet.

The lights went out and the house was pitch black.

The lights came on, and the feet disappeared again.

The lights went out, and the clouds drifted away, and the moonlight shone again into the room, and there was silence.

The lights turned on, and in front of Qiao Qiao, a face suddenly appeared.

The face was ordinary-looking, with no whites of the eyes, no blood, an elongated tongue, dark purple bruises on the neck, an old-fashioned suit, and half a head shorter than Qiao Qiao.

A negative emotion tried to rush to Qiao Qiao's heart.

Fear, anger, confusion, despair.

"Give me back my home, give it back to me, give it back to me, give it back to me, give it back to me, give it back to me!"

The wraith roared, and its two hands stretched out towards Qiao Qiao's neck, as if they were about to choke Qiao Qiao's throat.

But the next moment, the resentful spirit's movements suddenly froze.

Because a huge revolver, which was put up to its head.

The spirit that was supposed to pass through the muzzle of the gun didn't take a step further.

Qiao Qiao didn't know when he took out the revolver from his bag and pressed it against the head of the wraith.

Those negative emotions are long gone.

His heart was unfazed.

It's like an emotionless soul machine.

Bang –

No need for superfluous words.

Qiao Qiao pulled the trigger.

When the bullet is fired, the burning of the gunpowder causes the chamber to burst into flames, and at the moment the bullet is discharged, it is deformed and melted due to the impact force, and a large number of metal fragments mixed with the liquid explode in a radial pattern.

The wraiths are still in a state of confusion.

No, it's no longer confused.

for the head of the wraith is gone.

Together with Shinnosuke Arai's half bed.

The shotgun shot from the muzzle of Qiao Qiao is not only fragments, but also condensed spiritual water crystals, which have great lethality to resentful spirits.

According to his own statistics, each bullet, including the spiritual water crystal, contained five standard units of spiritual power.

Enough to evaporate most of the wraiths that can be seen on the market.

The one in front of me is no exception.

“？？？”

Shinnosuke Arai heard the gunshots and looked into the house.

I saw a man in an old-fashioned suit, slowly falling to the ground.

His head is gone.

And Qiao Qiao, armed with a huge revolver.

If it weren't for the fact that the wound didn't have any traces of blood, only specks of light escaped......

Shinnosuke Arai will definitely call the police immediately.

"Wait a minute, Jossan."

Shinnosuke Arai asked subconsciously.

"With a pistol...... Can it also get rid of spirits? ”

This is beyond Shinnosuke Arai's common sense about weirdness.

It's better to say that it's beyond Shinnosuke Arai's common sense as a human being.

"Of course."

Qiao Qiao replied indifferently.

"Isn't there a premise in your company's game to kill zombies with guns?"

As a soul slayer, it makes sense for me to use a pistol to kill spirits.

Qiao Qiao seemed to be saying so.

Shinnosuke Arai was speechless for a moment.

even felt that Qiao Qiao seemed to have a bit of truth in what he said.

In "Biochemical O Machine", you can even use a pistol to shoot Wushuang in the zombie horde.

If bullets can kill, why can't they kill spirits?

After Qiao Qiao finished speaking, he didn't stop the movements in his hands.

Bang Bang -

He continued to shoot, firing five in a row, completely shattering the spirit that had begun to thin out.

Together with Shinnosuke Arai's half bedroom.

Until the spirit of the resentful spirit has completely disappeared, even the last obsession of murmuring in the air is covered by the sound of gunfire.

A gust of wind blew in through the open window, taking away the smell of gunpowder.

The room was silent in the moonlight.

"Is it necessary?"

It's not that Shinnosuke Arai feels sorry for his bedroom, but he feels that Qiao Qiao has already dispersed the resentful spirit with the first shot, and the whip corpse behind him seems to be a little redundant?

"Of course."

Qiao Qiao felt that it was not enough, so he took out a bottle of spray from his backpack and said while spraying spiritual water.

"In the past, there was once a soul slayer who used a charm to dispel a ghost, thinking that the task had been completed, but I didn't expect that the spirit did not disappear completely, but possessed the children of that family, and in the end, all the family died tragically, and no one survived."

He said seriously.

"The soul slayer committed suicide because of this, but I didn't expect my soul to become a ghost, and it took me a lot of effort to erase it completely."

After spraying the spiritual water, Qiao Qiao lit another soul incense.

A faint scent fills the room.

"There is a proverb in Huaxia, take a salary to stop boiling, cut the grass and eradicate the roots."

In other words, remember to mend the knife.

Qiao Qiao couldn't free the resentful spirit, so he could only let it be completely annihilated.

Don't leave a single thought in the world.

Seeing the mess in his bedroom, Shinnosuke Arai suddenly understood why Qiao Qiao asked himself if he had insurance.

After doing all this, Qiao Qiao looked at Shinnosuke Arai.

The yin qi on his body had completely dissipated.

"It's all right, Mr. Arai, you can come in."

Hearing this, Shinnosuke Arai tiptoed into his house.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the house, which originally felt gloomy and deserted, suddenly became a little warmer and brighter.

After settling the total of 200,000 yen in compensation, Shinnosuke Arai suddenly spoke.

"In this way, this resentful spirit is also quite pitiful, the company went bankrupt, his wife was separated, and finally committed suicide."

Maybe it's because you're developing a horror game, so it's a bit sentimental.

Qiao Qiao did not answer.

He didn't care about the story behind the wraith.

Maybe this resentful spirit was betrayed and framed by his wife and was cornered.

Maybe he was betrayed by his companions and carried the black cauldron.

Maybe he is just an innocent pawn who has been sacrificed in the game between big business.

It doesn't matter.

Qiao Qiao has seen a lot of supernatural stories, the spirits in them always have a bitter and bitter background, a tragic and tragic life experience, hateful people must have pity, and there will even be resentful spirits to be influenced, help human beings, and even fall in love.

Once, a novice soul slayer asked Qiao Qiao.

"Isn't there a good spirit in this world?"

Qiao Qiao does not deny that if he looks carefully, there may really be a kind resentful spirit.

But for him.

Only resentful spirits that do not appear in front of human beings are good resentful spirits.