Ten minutes ago.

Inside the old sports warehouse.

A human skeleton model is lying on one side.

It's a weird one called the Hungry Skull.

This strange legend of the past is a collection of the grievances of soldiers who died on the battlefield, and it has the characteristics of a monster.

Later, this legend has evolved so much that as long as it is an ownerless spirit that dies in the wild, it is easy to transform into a hungry skeleton.

As for why it's called the hungry, it's about a year of famine, and this kind of weirdness is more likely to appear.

As a result of their deaths, these evil spirits harbor malice towards all living beings and are therefore characterized as evil spirits.

Legend has it that in the most chaotic era, there were hundreds of people's grievances gathered to form a huge hungry skeleton, more than ten meters high, creating a huge panic, until the spirit slayer took action, and it was finally eliminated.

This has also become its most classic image.

Due to the progress of the times, the war has subsided, the medical means have been diversified, and the economic level has improved.

Nowadays, it is rare to see corpses that have actually starved to death on the side of the road, or died in the wilderness and no one has found them in the wilderness.

Therefore, the weirdness of the Hungry Skeleton is really rare.

There are not many resentments contained in its body, and it is only about ten people.

"Not enough."

In the warehouse, a deep voice echoed.

There was no one around, not even a single resentful spirit.

Nor is it the skeleton model that speaks.

There is only one answer.

The Hungry Skull looked up at the ceiling of the old sports warehouse.

Eye.

Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes.

The ceiling, which is as dark as the night sky, is densely packed with eyes.

These eyes are not static, but constantly peeking around, each eye seems to be an independent individual, and the gaze moves, making people creepy and numb just by looking at it.

This is the old sports warehouse, or Fu Fushen.

"Now we can only wait for a while, to avoid the limelight."

Fu Fushen thought to himself.

It was established in the fourth year of Taisho and has a history of 100 years.

In the beginning, in the era of chaos and ambiguity, it was just an ordinary warehouse.

It wasn't until later that a certain being instantly woke up to it that it was still in obscurity.

The old sports warehouse has become a mourning god.

It works diligently, hides itself, and cleans it up.

Absorb all the resentful spirits in the surrounding area, and at the same time reduce your own sense of existence, so that you can avoid being demolished in the campus renovation again and again.

The so-called Fu Fu God is strangely born precisely because he has no sense of existence and is abandoned.

After a lot of hardship, it's finally here.

Dare to do these things in Nagoya, which has the suppression of Atsuta Jingu, Fu Fushen still has a certain amount of confidence.

It's a pity that it failed in its initial work.

After a hundred years, Fu Fu Shen will be able to become a real weird, and at that time, it will no longer need this warehouse as a dependent, and will be able to move on its own and look for prey.

And to speed up this process, creating legends is the easiest.

This knowledge also comes from the existence that awakens it.

So, after accumulating enough strength, Fu Fushen began to influence human beings.

Strange stories in schools, urban legends, supernatural events.

These have been successful.

In a short period of time, Fu Fushen gained a large amount of Yin Qi.

It also created the Hungry Skull out of the wraiths it had collected.

Originally, the weirdness of the Hungry Skeleton was to represent the legend of running through the school in the middle of the night and finally escaping into the old sports warehouse.

However, it happened to meet the action of Atsuta Jingu to investigate a large number of strange events in Nagoya City.

The Hungry Skeleton had only appeared twice before it was killed by the Soul Slayer.

Fortunately, the Hungry Skeleton was clinging to the skeleton model, relying on a little luck and the special properties of the Fu Mourning God, and was not completely eliminated by the soul slayer.

Fu Fu recovered the hungry skeleton and prepared to hide it for a while.

Although it is a little strange to say this, compared to the level of no sense of existence, Fu Fushen is not aimed at anyone, and everyone here is weird, not as good as himself.

Between thoughts.

Fu Fushen sensed that someone was approaching here.

Student? Teacher?

No, it's not, it's strangers...... It's a soul slayer!?

There is no doubt that two of them exude spiritual power and are the smell of soul slayers.

How did they find here?

...... The location of the hungry skeleton exposed?

Fu Fushen quickly thought of the answer.

You shouldn't be in a hurry to summon the hungry skeleton back.

I'm afraid these soul slayers have followed the trail of the hungry skeleton and found themselves!

Misguided.

Countless eyes quickly turned, thinking about countermeasures.

Soon, Fu Fushen thought of it.

The Soul Hunters are here to find the Hungry Skeleton, and when the time comes, just sacrifice it.

I'm just an ordinary sports storehouse, and I don't know what evil spirits are.

Play dead and you're done.

It's robust.

Fu Fushen made up his mind and was about to control the hungry skeleton and let it be delivered.

From the window, something was thrown in.

What is it?

Something strange came in.

Fu Fushen's countless eyes focused on the little black thing at the same time.

Boom –

The grenade exploded.

Heat and flames covered the entire warehouse in an instant.

The glass was shattered in an instant, and the ground was covered with glass shards.

Since it was a wooden warehouse, the fire spread quickly.

？？？

What is this operation?

I'm just a mediocre sports storehouse, why do this to me?

Shouldn't you soul slayer investigate before you do it?

What if there are still hostages in there?

Flames enveloped the entire old sports warehouse, and fragments of the spiritual grenade exploded inside Fu Fushen's body.

In the thick smoke, you can see countless yin qi lingering.

Looking at all this, Qiao Qiao nodded.

"Sure enough, my judgment was correct."

At this moment, Fu Fushen's immature spiritual consciousness had collapsed due to the direct blow.

The wraiths it collects scattered.

For a while, there was a sense of horror of a group of demons dancing wildly.

But now it's daylight.

Under the sun, the resentful spirit that had nowhere to hide screamed, and it immediately disappeared.

"This ......"

With such a strong resentment released, even ordinary people like Mr. Misawa could see the scene where a large number of resentful spirits dissipated.

She felt fear, sadness, and despair for a moment, and the negative emotions couldn't stop surging up.

"Please stand in the back."

Fujiwara Ayano asked Misawa to stay away from the scene, and he took out the Kagura bell himself.

Suzu –

The ringing of the bell echoed, calming Mr. Misawa's mood a little.

At the same time, it also accelerates the process of disintegration of the resentful spirits.

The combination of the roaring sports warehouse and the crisp and melodious Kagura bell gives people a sense of reality and fantasy.

Under the sun, everything settled.

Qiao Qiao didn't stop in a hurry.

Instead, he repeated spraying spiritual water, lighting soul incense, and asked Masato Kotokai and Fujiwara Ayano to purify it three times.

I finally put my mind at ease.

"Solved."

He said, walking into the ruins of the old sports warehouse.

Originally, Qiao Qiao thought that this was just an ordinary Fu Fu God, and he didn't know where he learned a little trick and started to make trouble.

But judging from the number of resentful spirits that have just been presented, there are not a hundred, but fifty.

With so many resentful spirits, it is impossible that they have accumulated in the recent past.

In other words, this mourning god has awakened his spiritual consciousness for a long time?

But the history of this sports warehouse is just over 100 years old, is there any opportunity?

While thinking about it, Qiao Qiao, who was walking in the ruins, suddenly stepped on a hard thing.

Squat down and sweep away the ashes.

Qiao Qiao saw.

It was a scale.