Even during the day, the entire area is quiet, and the ruined temple is already considered to be a close to the center of this area. Those homeless ronins and scoundrels gathered in the dilapidated houses on the periphery at most, and they didn't dare to come to the depths of this place at all, this is also a place of lawlessness, I'm afraid that only if there is a fierce scene, maybe there will be brave samurai to accompany the onmyoji to come here, which can be regarded as appeasing the fierce spirits and demons here, monsters and monsters, and then resealing the matter.

Although Sen Luo's shattered bones were scattered under the bell tower, it also allowed him to see his surroundings clearly. In the broken hall of the temple, there is a monk with a faint black breath on his body, wearing a tattered robe, and his back to him is chanting. The chanting was soft with chill and resentment, but it was as ubiquitous as the chirping of a mouse. The monk couldn't see his face, but Sen Luo could feel the thick demonic aura in him, even overshadowing the yang energy of the sunlight that shone through the broken roof.

Sen Luo's eyes pierced through the shattered hall and saw that the place behind it should be where the scriptures were stored, where there was also a strong demonic aura. But this is not one, but four monks with short stature, whose heads seem to be a fusion of rats and humans, and a rat's tail in tow, they are gnawing on the scriptures, gnawing on the withered and rotten scriptures, but as if they can never finish gnawing on them...... The pure aura of Buddhism here has long been distorted and turned into a dangerous ghost temple, and as far as Senluo is concerned, the ghosts and monsters here are not only what you see in front of you.

The skeletal warrior just watched it all curiously, he didn't want to get rid of the demon, he was a monster himself. The aura here made the skeleton feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen such a scene a long, long time ago. It gets dark early in Kyoto, and it's very unusual. Before the turn of the day, the sky was already overcast, and the sunlight turned pale and obscured by a trace of clouds, and by the third quarter of the hour, it was already dusk, and the lantern needed to be lit.

Kyoto seems to be divided into two places, one is the Gion, the flower street and willow alley that is now full of lights and wine, as if it never sleeps, and the other side is the abandoned area with only ghost fires, and in the middle of the two is the human world, where Kyoto's citizens and ministers live. Outside this ruined temple and the ruined temple, among the ruins of the overheated Gongqing's house, ghosts and demons have appeared one after another, and the open space of the temple is full of wandering ignorant and ignorant wandering spirits, and their appearance can be vaguely seen before their death. There are also skeleton ghosts in shabby monk's robes or with broken arrows stuck in their bodies, and rotten armor roaming around, and Sen Luo's presence would not be unusual at all.

The scattered skeletons began to gather, and the skeleton in armor slowly stood up under the black demonic aura, he picked up the ten-character gun that was flat on the side, tied the five generations of Kunemitsu around his waist, climbed out from under the collapsed bell tower, and merged into those demons. Walking among these demons also made Sen Luo feel very strange - it was not that he had never seen so many ghosts, he had already seen so many ghosts when he was in Spider City, no, there were many more ghosts than now. What he felt was wonderful was that he seemed to be able to feel the lives of these people before they died, although it seemed to be as illusory as bubbles, but Sen Luo could really feel the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of these dead people before their deaths, so as to get wisps of demonic energy from them......

"There is still such a way to increase demonic energy? LeTV as he likes, he is at ease..... But there is no trace of demonic energy. Sen Luo thought about this question in his heart, and then he felt a trace of warmth between his chest, "It turned out to be that glass of wine..... Sure enough, it's fine wine. The skeleton warrior sighed, and the skeletal hand gently brushed his armor, but this exclamation was only for a moment, and it was not long before the method of induction gradually faded away, as if waking up from drinking.

A chuckle in a double tone sounded a few times, "But I earned the ....." After saying that, the skeletal warrior had already stepped out of the temple gate, and in front of him was not only the wandering necromancer, but also the team of hundred ghosts walking nocturnally on the barren road, illuminated by the lanterns of the ghost fire. There are not just a hundred kinds of ghosts in this team, since ancient times, this land has been a paradise for youkai, countless ghosts have appeared in this land, and among the eight million gods, the vast majority are actually just ghosts. Sen Luo followed them, without saying a word, and he would leave this place halfway through, and his path would follow the aura of the leylines to the place where it converged.

A soft laugh rang out next to Senro's skull, "Hey, what a strange man....."

The skeletal samurai turned his head, and beside him, an oiran carrying a lantern appeared, not a skeleton in a kimono, but an oiran dressed in a sumptuous costume. Like a boneless snake, Shimizu Ji swirled around Moriro, and then gently leaned on his shoulder, kissing his iron-colored skeletal face with a mouth. "Why are you doing that? A glass of wine is enough for you and me. You've given me a lot, and I think your wish has already been fulfilled, and it's time to become a Buddha and be liberated. "Senluo" looked at the female ghost in front of him.

"You don't want to miss the opportunity to truly become a demon in this world, do you? Don't be like me......" Sen Luo advised the female ghost who seemed to be in a good mood, although he was not very clear about his situation, but he also understood that he was afraid that he would not be able to extricate himself. "You're a good man, Samurai-sama....." Shimizu-hime's coquettish voice echoed in Moriro's ears, "but I can't leave either." Shimizu Ji pointed into the distance.

Moriro saw that under the moonlight, the cherry blossom trees that had been leafy had completely died, and the trunk reflecting the white moonlight looked like a skeleton, and he looked at Shimizu Hime and let out a long sigh. The female ghost winked at him, "Then, the slave family will follow you, Samurai-sama." Thank you for your kind attention. Sen Luo was speechless for a while, and finally smiled at himself, and his double tone sounded, "It's really a wrong step, it's also to blame myself for greedy appetite, hahaha." Do you still have a glass of wine? ”

However, Shimizu Ji didn't take it out, and Sen Luo also patted his skull, "That's right, you can't take it out here." Then he left the group of Hyakki nocturnal and strode out of the castle, out of Kyoto Castle, where forty miles past Lake Biwa was.