Wu Heng is still sitting in the hall,

Quietly watching the busy figures of the crowd, he refused the construction team that Kotoko had assigned to him, because he didn't need the altar.

The various mediums were dictating as the cartographer quickly drew a sketch of the altar.

As soon as the painting began, someone had already taken pictures and ran out quickly, and part of the construction was carried out first.

They have to spend all their time building.

This is the quality of Kotoko's dedicated exorcism reserve team, which is invested by the government and has benefits far beyond that of ordinary workers.

Qinzi's exorcism method is indeed unique compared to other spirit mediums.

Whether it's a god or a Buddha, a shaman, or a shrine maiden, anyone who can use it will use it.

She is very good at integrating various forces and does not follow the rules.

Wu Heng appreciates this point, this kind of thinking is in line with the survival mode of the lighthouse.

After Kotoko arranged everything, all the 124 psychic mediums present left and went busy.

There are 198 people who spontaneously responded to the call this time, and 74 have died on the way, which basically caused the island country's psychic medium to lose one-fifth at one time.

This means that in many places, there will be chaos.

There are only three people left in the main hall: Wu Heng, Qinzi, and Zhenqin.

Since Zhenqin came to Zhenguang Temple, after Wu Heng was too lazy to take care of her anymore, she squatted in the corner and kept looking at the photo album of her mobile phone.

Even when Kotoko came, she didn't go out to greet her, nor did she take care of it, like a sculpture.

"Thank you very much, my sister who rescued me earlier!"

Qinzi first thanked Wu Heng, and then shouted at Zhenqin:

"Makoto, are you imitating me again?"

"Do you know how dangerous it is here, I told you a long time ago that Yuta's title has nothing to do with the family, and my power belongs to me alone."

"This kind of ability to exorcise evil spirits is not a spirit medium at all, so hurry up and go home!"

Zhenqin heard the call of the qinzi, and it seemed that she had come back to her senses, and slowly turned her head:

"Sister!"

She shouted in a calm voice, and then the tears flowed silently, and then suddenly they exploded, snot and tears mixed together, and shouted excitedly:

"Why, why are you here now!"

"Ye Qi is dead, do you know, if you came a day earlier, he wouldn't have died at all, why did you come so late."

"It's all your fault!"

Makoto cried in pain, and even blamed Kotoko.

"I will avenge him, and I will destroy the demon with my own hands."

"Even if I'm dead!"

When Wu Heng heard this, he suddenly didn't bother to continue watching the play, he walked out slowly on crutches, and sat in the pavilion in the temple courtyard, quietly looking at the darkness in the distance, enjoying the silence of the night.

He also needed to meditate for a while.

Fortunately, Makoto is not his sister, otherwise he is really afraid that he can't help it, and gives her three punches with 100% muscle strength.

In the main hall, Kotoko listened to Makoto's cries and complaints, but did not refute them.

There is no explanation that she was a day late because she had to save the lives of 30 people.

"He's summoned all sorts of things now, he's become so powerful that if he doesn't stop him sooner, people will die."

"Tomorrow, I'll summon that thing, I'll summon everything to that place."

"Solve it all in one go!"

Kotoko's tone was firm with a hint of softness, and she persuaded her sister in a ceremonial white dress:

"Go back, I'll leave everything to me."

"I only have one day, and there are other important things the day after tomorrow, so I don't have time to take care of you."

"If you don't obey, you'll die!"

Makoto didn't listen to it at all, and just wanted revenge with her own hands.

If she could really listen to her sister Kotoko, she wouldn't have been listening to her since she was a child, so that she became like this.

"Forget it, you better have a good rest!"

Kotoko walked over to Makoto, reached out and pressed her head against her, and let out a spell murmur.

Makoto instantly fainted to the ground, she walked out of the main hall with Makoto in her arms, found an ordinary monk from Zhenguang Temple, asked for a guest room, and put it on the bed.

What she uses is the ability to drive away evil spirits, which itself will have a god-nourishing effect, which can make ordinary people fall asleep and cultivate.

After placing Zhenqin, Qinzi passed by the pavilion and saw Wu Heng who was sitting, she walked into the pavilion, and asked with some distraction:

"Mr. Ozaki, do you like children?"

Wu Heng still admired the sky under the night, the black night was reflected in his eyes, and the pupils were darker and deeper, like a black hole.

"I don't like it!"

Wu Heng didn't reply, and said without hesitation.

"I was afraid of losing, so I didn't want to make things I loved, including family, friends, lovers, and children."

"Why does Mr. Ozaki dislike children?"

Makoto sat on the bench on the other side, crossed Jiro's legs, stretched out his arms, and rested on the railing behind him, as if he was chatting casually with a good friend who had known him for a long time.

"I just don't like it."

"What I've been through is that I don't tolerate stupidity, and being a child often means immaturity, and I see it as trouble."

"Reproduction is just a way of inheriting life, a biological instinct engraved in the genes."

"When I no longer needed to continue my life in this way, I naturally jumped out and didn't have this desire."

Wu Heng did not have any evasion, and directly expressed his inner thoughts.

If he can attain immortality, why should he need to continue his life in this way.

As for the control of the brain, the instinct of the hereditary genes,

His body, even the first substance of his resurrection from hell at that time, came from the blood of others.

He never needed these burdens.

When Qinzi heard this, she glanced at Wu Heng deeply, as if she saw something, and sighed:

"I watched the video on the street yesterday."

"Do not rejoice in the birth of life, do not grieve because life is gone!"

"You are terrible, sir!"

She no longer called Wu Heng "Mr. Ozaki", but only called Mr., as if she no longer knew Wu Heng's identity.

Wu Heng also heard it, but he didn't care.

"When sorrow and joy can be controlled at will and turned into tools for life, you will find the real horror!"

Wu Heng thought of those legendary hells, ghosts, gods, and demons who could control emotions.

At the very least, Leviathan, the lord of hell in Ghost Chasing, can control the pain.

Even he is now able to shield himself from all the sensual emotions in his flesh, and can ignore sadness and joy.

Think of these emotions as playthings.

"It was unbelievably terrifying!"

Kotoko nodded in agreement and didn't continue the topic:

"Sir, I lost a lot of manpower this time, can you come with me to the apartment tomorrow."

"Let's continue to call me Ozaki." Wu Heng nodded lightly, "I'll go." ”

The Demon of Spirit's physical attack, with his resilience, doesn't care at all.

And the means by which it summons blood, Wu Heng simply loves it too much, he must try what kind of taste it contains in the blood it summons.

Maybe like orange juice, or maybe like watermelon juice.

Wu Heng had already probed the Demon through Chana's body, and had roughly determined its power, which would basically not pose a fatal threat to himself.

"Since I'm going, I'll have to prepare something."

"You should take the opportunity to recuperate, and tomorrow you will have to visit the apartment, where the price of the house is estimated to have dropped a lot."

Wu Heng stood up, smiled faintly, and walked outside.

Tomorrow, it's not just a visit to the apartment, it's a visit to the Paradise of Blood.

The courier he just contacted has been delivered to his door.

(End of chapter)