Cold, damp basement.

It is plastered with all kinds of pale and discolored Japanese exorcism prayers.

The walls are so wet that you don't have to look closely to see the cracks in the walls.

If you want to shoot a weird and weird Japanese film here, you don't need to choose any location, you can just start it from any place.

The question is who dares to film in such a place -

A gloomy and desolate scream.

The eyes of resentful observation hidden in the shadows.

The white limbs of the wraiths writhed and intertwined with each other.

All kinds of ghosts... All sorts of weird... They were all kept in this place, and they were sealed with imperial coins and water-soaked ropes.

Seeing this scene, the Xicheng style can basically be confirmed.

This is the villain's nest! And he is a real villain.

That... What's next?

Nishijo doesn't think he's a good person.

After all, just rotten good people can't keep anything.

But you want Xicheng to hold back a bad stomach to calculate innocent people... In all fairness, the West Side style certainly can't be done.

Besides, there are hidden traitors in this villain's den who killed the original owner.

Yes, basically everything in the bridge of the novel is there.

Xicheng exhaled.

But no matter what, life still has to go on.

Nishijo didn't want to cross over on his own, and then died inexplicably.

Something has happened, and instead of complaining, think seriously about how to fix it.

He was already thinking about how to solve these things.

From the mouth of a middle-aged woman, Xicheng Shi got the weird and resentful spirits that have been put and spread recently have been solved by professional spirit exterminators, and the police have been watching it very closely recently, and the core members basically have no chance to be active. 'This news.

Soul killers, Japanese police...

Can I seek their help?

No... In that case, we have to consider the retaliation after selling the rally.

Xicheng shook his head.

Besides, it's useless to think that far ahead, the most important thing now is...

He let out a breath and silently covered his heart.

There was still a slight tingling on his body, but it didn't affect his movement anymore.

When the Xicheng style came over just now, he had examined his whole body through the flowing black qi.

In his chest, a dark purple air mass was entangled, preventing the young body from exerting its strength.

Most of the black qi on his body was collected in his chest, slowly dissolving those dark purple air masses.

What is black gas... This is left for later.

Now the most important thing is how to dissolve those dark purple air masses and treat yourself.

Xicheng style is well aware of the truth that striking iron also needs its own hardness.

The fact that the original owner, 'Master Xicheng', was able to 'go down and go up' in a deformed society like Japan must have something to do with the black qi in his body.

As long as you recover and don't say anything else, it should be no problem to protect yourself.

At least Xicheng can feel that the black qi in the bodies of middle-aged men and middle-aged women is not as strong as his.

"Master Xicheng, according to your orders, I have brought the lowest-level resentful spirits here."

A respectful voice sounded next to him.

This sticky tone made Xicheng Shi can't help but look at the other party more.

The person who made the voice was named Taketo Ishimura, a young man, a college student, and he looked okay.

Look at his licking dog posture that he can't wait to walk close to himself... This should be considered your own dog's leg, right? After all, the other party is a man, and no matter how you think about it, it can't be a relationship "in that aspect".

Sensing Nishijo's eyes that were too much attention, Taketo Ishimura turned red and didn't speak.

Xicheng Shishi, who noticed this, took a deep breath, and his heart was a little bottomless.

What the hell are you blushing for??

Japan is not lenient on the same-sex side.

After all, the Japanese have a deep-rooted concept of 'not caring about other people's affairs', and many other laws have been passed to this end.

In their minds, it's better to think about going to the tavern tonight than to bother with this kind of thing.

But - if you can, Nishijo really doesn't want this kind of 'real licking dog' to be his own dog's leg.

But there don't seem to be any normal people in this order called the Koji Society, and Ishimura is a tall man among the short.

Thinking that he still needed to maintain his image, Xicheng Shi put the thought in his stomach, answered him expressionlessly, and turned his head to look at the iron cage with three white charms attached to it.

In the iron cage is what Ishimura called the 'resentful spirit'.

There are many explanations for the so-called 'resentful spirits' in Japan.

Some people say that the spirit is possessed by mountain spirits and monsters, and some people say that the spirit is true from rumors spread by humans... In short, there are different opinions.

But among these statements, there is one that is recognized by the majority of the population -

A resentful spirit is a mixture of thoughts and memories of the deceased.

This is also known as thinking into a soul.

Xicheng Shi looked at the resentful spirit in the iron cage, his eyes narrowed.

Slender white legs, slender arms, delicate facial contours... It looks weirdly good-looking.

If only the white legs hadn't been bent to the neck, the arms hadn't been propped up on the ground instead of the feet, and the delicate face hadn't been smashed into a fire axe... should be a good-looking girl.

Reason and intellect are gone, and only the most primitive madness remains.

As soon as he saw the living, the beautiful resentful spirit with a fire axe in his face frantically slammed into the iron cage.

This sudden reaction frightened Taketo Ishimura, who was next to Nishijo-shiki, took a step back.

But when he saw the unmoved expression of Xicheng around him, he couldn't help but feel admiration and admiration in his heart.

It is worthy of being the first leader of the Tokyo Koji Association! Look at this mental quality!

Ishimura Rioto originally followed his father to Tokyo to find a job, but he was pulled into the Koji Society by his father and met Nishiro Shiki.

Soon, he fell under the special abilities of this young man who was six or seven years younger than himself, and became his faithful dogleg No. 1.

Look at the present.

Mage Xicheng just let me follow him!

What does this mean?

This shows that he actually has his own dogleg No. 1 in his heart!

Ishimura Rioto came to the spirit.

Maybe this is the part of Xicheng style to sharpen him!

Come on! Shi! As long as you survive this hurdle, Mage Xicheng will really treat you as a confidant.

Ishimura was secretly emotional over there, but Nishigi-shi over there stared at the crazy resentful spirit in front of him.

He's not afraid.

The first time you see this kind of thing, a normal person will be afraid.

But—

Body... There is a desire...

It's not about that kind of desire, it's about wanting to eat, wanting to nourish.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The iron cage crumbled under the impact!

The lights overhead are flashing!

The charm shines with subtle brilliance!

The shadow of fear is in the air!

The cold feeling climbed up to the ankles, like pale and slender fingers pulling!

Fear of the unknown creeps up silently.

The cries of madness converged.

This intuitive fear is more exciting than watching a movie.

Nishijo was about to turn his head sideways and say, 'It's almost done, drag it down.'"

The next moment-

The resentful spirit movement in front of him stopped.

Disgusting and rancid blood clots splashed all over Xicheng's body.

Ishimura was stunned.

He looked at the West Side style that smashed the wraith's head with a single punch.

After a long while, he cried out feverishly:

"Xicheng Mage!"

Nishijo must have treated him as one of his own. Otherwise, he would have even used his 'divine power'.

Listening to the meaningless excited howl of Ishimura Taketo, Nishiro was also stunned.

He looked at his palm, which was stained with all kinds of rancid brain substances and blood clots.

This... Doesn't seem right?

I didn't mean to kill it.

- Not true

Xicheng's face remained calm, and his heart was very strange-

Why am I so good?