With his mind set to pay attention, Kamiyagawa rotated the handle of the chai knife with one hand, and his eyes were a little firmer.

"Jie Ji ......"

Wearing a smirking mask, Pranya let out a weak strange laugh, and those fierce golden eyes locked on the blade of Kamiyagawa's firewood knife and remained motionless.

Prajna sensed threatened.

To be honest, the person in front of him who shouldn't appear in the world of weird talk is not strong, and he can't be the opponent of Prajna in normal times.

However, Prajna is now too badly injured and in too bad condition.

"Aba!"

The little old man on Kamiyagawa's shoulder was excitedly throwing his fist.

He seemed to think that the owner he had just recognized was finally going to put an end to the injured masked monster.

As a weird gobble who wins weak and has a low growth ceiling, the little old man is happy to see the weird tales that are stronger than him fall.

The two strange talks at the scene all paid close attention to Kamiyagawa's every move.

After a while, the young ghost and god co-master finally made a move.

He spun the chai knife again and said to Xiao Panruo: "Come with me, be my Shikami." ”

Be my Shikigami.

Sign a contract with me to become Horse Monkey Shochu.

I'll be your master from now on!

"Boom?"

After saying this, Prajna's fierce face covered with a mask showed a look of doubt.

"Huh?"

The little old man on Kamiyagawa's shoulder stared and opened his mouth, and after being shocked like an electric shock, he suddenly became extremely depressed.

The little old man knew more than Prajna, and he knew that there was a vacant statue of Kamiya that had not yet been inhabited by strange talk.

But why is this happening?

Obviously, I came first!

Kamiyagawa didn't pay much attention to the reaction of the two strange talks, after all, he just said that sentence, it was not a request, it was just a notice.

I will contract you, what has it to do with you?

Kamiyagawa silently recited the [Spiritual Technique] Spiritual Technique, and as he chanted softly, every word he uttered, an illusory character with a faint golden light appeared from his side.

The more characters gather, the more and more they concatenate into sentences, and the dots into lines. In the end, it became like a glittering floating rope, and flew towards Prajna.

Swish.

The golden character rope binds the body of Prajna wearing long undergarments, forming a bad knot like a tortoiseshell binding, and then gathers tighter and tighter.

"Jie Ji ......"

Pranya let out a strange laugh and struggled desperately.

Just now she didn't quite understand what this living person wanted to do to her, but now this mask monster finally understands, this guy wants to enslave himself and force himself to recognize his master!

No way.

I'm so unwilling.

How can you recognize a living person who is weaker than yourself as the master?

Moreover, this guy is so despicable.

It's all about taking advantage of the ghosts.

Unacceptable!

Prajna writhed his body, weakened by severe injuries, and at the last moment when the golden talisman rope was about to be fully tightened, the masked monster let out a terrible laugh and struggled!

This strange laugh was extremely loud, causing a large wave of qi to vibrate, causing the mountain wind to howl and the shadows of the trees to tremble.

Syllable.

The golden rune rope shattered, shattered into characters, and dissipated.

Wild Pokémon jumps out of the Poké Ball.

The [Imperial Spiritual Technique] mastered by Kamiyagawa itself is only at the entry level, and his own spiritual skill value is pitifully low, so he can't even make up 1 point.

The effect of the spirit restraint formula he recited is bound to be not good.

After breaking the golden talisman rope, there are still some embarrassing remnants of rope traces on the long undergarment of Prajna.

She looked up, the golden pupils under her mask glaring at Kamiyagawa in shame.

“…… It's still quite strong.,Obviously it doesn't even look like there's the strength to escape.,I still have to break my spell.。 ”

Kamiyagawa's mind was a little dazed, and a failed reciting spell consumed a certain amount of his mental power.

You have to take a break before you can recite it a second time.

"But as long as you can't escape, sooner or later it'll be my ghost."

After resting for a while, Kamiyagawa's brain returned to its clearness.

The smile on the other side still remained depressed on the ground, and the face of the fierce mask was still angry. It looks like I want to resist, but I don't have much strength to resist.

"I hope you don't be too stubborn, with my mental strength, I can't recite the spirit of detention too many times."

Kamiyagawa thought so in his heart, and he was ready to recite the second Soul Detention Technique.

"Abba woohoo!"

At this time, the little old man, who was still depressed, suddenly jumped up, his dry old face was full of horror, and began to pull Kamiyagawa's sideburns.

"What?"

Kamiyagawa paused.

"Aba!"

The little old man continued to tug at Kamiya's hair, and then pointed to the shadowy mountains and forests behind him with an anxious face.

This little strange talk seems to be keenly aware of something.

The mountain wind on the cliff was still blowing, and the trees in the forest were shaking.

After being reminded, Kamiyagawa noticed with some hindsight that something seemed to be approaching in the depths of the forest.

It seemed that the terrible laughter that Prajna had just broken the spell had drawn something bad to the neighborhood.

There is a rustling movement, which sounds in the depths of the mountains and forests.

"Abba woohoo!"

The little old man finally shouted loudly into Kamiyagawa's ear a few times, and the frightened expression on the old man's face became heavier and heavier, and finally he shook his short body and turned into a black smoke, which dissipated.

Sensing the imminent danger of the little monster, he directly smeared oil on the soles of his feet.

He moistened.

Kamiyagawa: ......

It's a fast run.

Kamiyagawa didn't really care about the little old man's stage fright and escape.

Strictly speaking, the relationship between him and the little old man was only an employment relationship.

Moreover, Kamiya is an immortal in the strange world, and when he encounters danger, he hits the street and waits for a resurrection CD to return to reality.

If the little old man is dead, he will probably be gone.

This little monster is quite capable of doing things, and it's okay to run away, Kamiyagawa doesn't want him to die here.

"Boom!"

While Kamiyagawa turned his head to look at the movement in the mountains and forests, Xiao Hanruo also moved.

She seemed to be trying to get up from the ground, but was unable to do so because she was too injured and weak.

Xiao looked in the direction of the shadowy mountain forest, and the face covered by a smirking mask and blue fangs showed obvious hatred and hostility.

You know, even if Kamiyagawa had just used the spirit trick to tie her up in a terrible posture bound by tortoiseshells, this masked monster was just an expression of resentment and shame.

Prajna and what is approaching in the forest should be an undying hostile relationship.

The mountain wind howled violently.

After more than ten seconds, Kamiyagawa finally saw what was coming from the mountain forest.

It was a child, about seven or eight years old, dressed in plain white linen, and running out of the shadows of the trees laughing.

On his face, his bare arms were covered with a thin layer of white beast hair.

"Hee-hee, woo-woo."

The kid bit his fingers and laughed as he ran. I don't know why, but he laughed like a cheerful puppy.

"Hee-hee-woo-"

In the shadows of the woods behind him, there were many echoes of laughter.

More children appeared.

In the woodland, on the branches of the treetops.

They laugh, they call.

What is attracted is not one, but a group.