On a highway in Tokyo at night, an industrial truck follows a sports car and spends on its way to the suburbs.

"Just stop here." Eliza Kiyomiya used a wireless headset to contact Makoto Kyushu and stopped on the side of the road with a right turn light.

It's a long, straight road with a wide view, and it's rarely passed by cars at this time, and the spirits are almost unnoticed by unrelated people.

Qinggong Eliza got out of the car and began to take out the rune paper from her coat pocket, and kept pasting it on the ground and railing, looking like she was going to put on a formation.

Kyushu Makoto stood by and observed, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?" ”

"The Qing palace family is best at drawing talismans, and the spiritual arts I master are also related to talismans." She said indifferently:

"I'm setting up the formation. You can't learn it, so I don't have to explain it to you. ”

Seeing this situation, Kyushu Cheng didn't intend to be bored. He drove the truck a hundred meters away and attached a few pieces of rune paper to his head and four tires.

Soon, the body and tires glowed with a tiny blue glow—as fragile as fireflies, but emitting a palpitating energy.

"It's done, ready to begin." A moment later, Kiyomiya Eliza shouted at him.

Dozens of rune papers had been pasted around the girl, forming a circle in the middle of the road, which looked somewhat similar to the Bagua Array.

She opened her suitcase and tossed the severed arm of the goblin that was still twitching like a fish into the center of the circle.

"Open!" Qinggong Eliza stretched out her hand and pinched a trick, and all the rune paper attached to the broken arm fell off, and the broken arm struggled more actively.

After doing all this, she quickly ran to the bushes not far away, hiding in the shadows to observe the situation.

For the next hour, the two barely spoke, just waited in silence.

Makoto Kyushu took out the rice balls he bought at the convenience store along the way, took a big bite of it, adjusted the back of the chair again, and lay down for a while.

In an instant, the surrounding trees trembled, as if a gust of wind was blowing.

"It's coming."

A girl's deep voice came from Makoto Kyushu's headphones.

There was a frightening atmosphere on the highway shrouded in darkness, and a familiar figure stepped out of the gloom.

The most concerning thing about the Pranya Ghost Mask, the Rogue Robe, and the other katana at his waist is the man's empty left sleeve, which is obviously missing his left arm.

The Ghost-Faced Samurai walked straight to the severed arm in the middle of the road, and the severed arm sensed the arrival of its master and began to crawl with twisted fingers, eager to return to its master.

Suddenly, the Ghost-Faced Samurai stopped. It lifted its foot, only to find itself stepping on a talisman.

"Ah, despicable thief!" The ghost-faced samurai seemed to sense something, and decisively took two steps back.

At the same time, the talisman he stepped on also glowed with blue light, and quickly turned into a paper butterfly, flying into the air and swooping down towards it.

"Brush!" The blade of the ghost-faced warrior slammed out of its sheath, and with a single sword, it slashed the paper butterfly.

At the same time, the other rune papers on the ground also emitted blue light, and they all turned into paper butterflies and flew into the air, dancing like a whirlwind.

"Carving insect skills!" The Ghost-Faced Samurai snorted, and the blade swirled through his arm, slashing down all the paper butterflies that tried to get close to him.

"Sniffle!" Suddenly there was a shaking in the bushes not far away. A figure sprang out of it and ran towards the ghost-faced warrior.

"Cunning woman, is she playing tricks?" The ghost-faced warrior saw that it was a young girl, so he raised his sword and greeted him:

"Heavenly punishment!"

Qinggong Eliza took out a few pieces of rune paper from her pocket, sandwiched them between her fingers and threw them into the air.

The rune paper suddenly flashed blue fluorescent, turned into a few darts, and spun towards the ghost-faced samurai.

"Ding ——!" With a crisp sound, the ghost-faced warrior slashed horizontally, slashing down all the rune darts and then struck at the girl with a quick step.

The ghost-faced samurai seemed to use the technique of "shrinking the ground", his pace was extraordinarily fast, and his body swayed from side to side irregularly, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the front of the girl, swinging his sword and slashing straight down.

However, the seemingly weak girl rushed into the samurai's arms without dodging, her front foot shook the ground, her left hand raised her elbow to support the samurai's sword-wielding arm, and her right hand was in the shape of a tiger's claw, and she slapped the opponent's temple violently.

The ghost-faced warrior didn't expect that the girl who had been using rune paper to consume remotely actually fought with it in close combat, and was caught off guard and didn't defend in time.

"Bang!" A burst of black gas rose from the head of the ghost-faced samurai, and he was directly slapped into it.

The girl's sleeves were lifted by the strong wind, and her arms were attached to five talismans, no wonder the power of one palm was so great.

"It's . Bajiquan's tiger hard climbing? Makoto Kyushu, who was sitting in a truck watching the battle, exclaimed.

The girl clapped her hands on the head of the ghost-faced warrior several times, and then elbowed her on the other's chest. The moves open and close, leaving a dent in the enemy's body with each blow.

"Ahem." The ghost-faced samurai fell to his knees after taking a few attacks, gasping for air.

However, Qinggong Eliza also looked tired, her hands trembled slightly, and the rune paper on her arm became dim.

"Hongzhong, do it!" She slowly raised her hand and pinched a trick.

Dozens of paper butterflies flying in the sky instantly fell like a torrential rain, and they all attacked the ghost-faced samurai.

The ghost-faced samurai swung his sword vigorously, and the roaring sword qi continued to slash through the paper butterflies that tried to get closer. But after all, a few paper butterflies flew down on its body.

The paper talismans wrapped around its body like shackles, slowing its movements slightly.

With a flick of the girl's fingers, several more paper butterflies flew to the feet of the ghost-faced samurai, forming a paper chain that bound it in place.

"Despicable woman, you should be damned!" The ghost-faced warrior tried to break free from the rune chains on his body, but more runes stuck to him like maggots.

Just as it was entangled with the runes, there was the sound of an engine rushing not far away.

The Ghost-faced Samurai looked in the direction of the sound in surprise.

"Bang! ——! ”

With the thrilling sound of collision and brakes, a mud truck with no night lights on sped at a speed, knocking it several meters away.

Makoto Kyushu braked and turned on the headlights, and sure enough, he found the ghost-faced samurai lying down three meters in front of the car.

The monster's body was twisted and deformed, and its hands and feet were folded over. But it was still alive and struggling to get up.

"I crushed this wheel for Sister Hazel."

Makoto Kyushu lightly pressed the clutch and accelerator to let the truck move forward for a short distance and press past it.

"Bang~" After the wheel ran over the monster's body, Kyushu Makoto switched to reverse gear and ran it back.

After being crushed back and forth a dozen times, the monster, which had turned into a puddle of mud, finally stopped moving.

"Unbelievable... It really worked. ”

Qinggong Eliza exclaimed, stepped forward to look at the rotten body, and reached out to paste a "spirit vision talisman".

"Isn't that what it is?" Makoto Kyushu pulled over and came to the girl's side: "I'll just say that this plan is feasible~"

"It's a pity that most soul slayers can't drive trucks, and they can't afford to let go of such a crude technique." Kiyomiya Eliza shrugged.

"That's not good, I'll be the first mud truck soul remover in history in the future~" Kyushu Cheng smiled casually: "This is much easier than manipulating talismans flying all over the sky." ”

"Hmph... It's really a good fit for a stone man like you. The girl squatted down and pointed to a puddle of monster bodies on the ground: "Stop talking nonsense, look." ”

In the black broken body, a rusty sword with a half-broken blade gradually emerged.

"Is this the essence of Fu Fushen?" Qing Gong Eliza muttered to herself:

"I see, the body of the [Hunter Knife] is a broken sword, which is quite reasonable."

"Shall we take the knife away?" Kyushu asked.

"No, just put it here and let the police handle it." Qinggong Eliza took out her mobile phone and said casually.

Just as she was about to call the aftermath work, the knife on the ground suddenly vibrated violently, and then flew towards her like a sharp arrow, as if aimed at her head.

"Danger!" Kyushu Cheng pushed the girl away with a spirit, and subconsciously reached out to hold the blade.

In an instant, there was a knife-like pain in his palm, blood flowed out of his fingers, and his consciousness fell into a trance.

"Hey, are you alright?" Qinggong Eliza hurriedly stepped forward to check, but found that Kyushu Cheng's eyes were scattered, standing stiffly in place like a statue.

Qinggong Eliza patted him on the shoulder again, but the other party did not move at all, and there was no response.

The girl pondered for a moment and exclaimed, "No... Did he resonate with the soul of the mourning god? ”

(End of chapter)