"Ah!!Kawada-kun, what are you doing?"

Several priests who were instilling mana under the Five Wheel Pillars looked at their colleagues who suddenly attacked them in bewilderment. But when I saw the other party's black and red eyes, I immediately understood.

They shouted loudly as they resisted each other's attacks.

"Kawada-kun: They're being controlled by the ghosts. ”

After hearing their shouts, several priests next to them immediately took action without hesitation after glancing at their colleagues who suddenly went crazy.

The ritual knife that straddled his waist immediately came out of its sheath, cleanly pierced through the opponent's limbs, and firmly nailed it to the ground, then took out the talisman that had been prepared in his sleeve, suppressed it on their bodies, and turned around to continue to infuse the mana into the five wheels.

No one noticed the flashing of black-red light in the eyes of the few people who shouted loudly just now.

As dozens of priests were unable to continue to infuse mana into the Five Wheel Pillars, the sealing enchantment formed in front of them was immediately unstable.

Jia Qinzi in the light suddenly tilted her neck, and the smile on her lips cracked to the root of her teeth, and exploded into countless blood foams with a bang.

The exploding blood foam continued to flow in the light of the enchantment, sometimes gathering into humans, sometimes scattering into countless evil spirits, frantically impacting the light curtain that trapped it, trying to escape, but to no avail.

Under the fury of the ghost, bursts of wails like the mournful cry of a cuckoo soared into the sky, spreading far away.

The priests below who continued to instill mana into the five wheel pillars suddenly felt a burst of difficulty, only to feel that the mana in their bodies was frantically drained by the five wheel pillars, and there was a sense of emptiness in their bodies, and their faces turned pale in an instant, and their eyes began to turn black, as if they were about to fall.

Daisuke Hase's appearance immediately noticed the strangeness of the priests, and without hesitation, the Yatsuya Mirror in his hand was aimed at the blood foam in the enchantment.

There was no flickering of light or shadow, and no strange sounds.

The blood foam that was aimed at by the Eight Mirrors immediately disappeared out of thin air as if it had been partially erased.

The pool of blood in the enchantment immediately seemed to be frightened, and frantically slammed into the surrounding enchantment, but it had no effect.

As the Yachi Mirror in Daisuke Hase's hand swept over, the blood foam that fled frantically in the enchantment disappeared without a trace as if winter snow met the spring sun.

Above the mirror, a vague figure that continued to drip blood like wax melted was scratching the mirror frantically.

Daisuke Hase, looking at Kakotoko who seemed to be performing a pantomime on the mirror, sneered with disdain, not caring at all about its futile resistance.

It's just an evil spirit, and it can escape the seal of the artifact?

He took out a piece of bright yellow silk from his sleeve, gently covered it on the eight-bar mirror in his hand, and then placed it in the brocade box specially for storing the eight-bar mirror, and held it with both hands.

He took a few steps forward, stood in a conspicuous place in the Huangquan Shrine, and suddenly said in a loud voice to the surroundings.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the evil spirits have been defeated, and we have won this battle. ”

The exorcists who were watching him in amazement immediately erupted in cheers, and although it felt a little strange that they had suddenly been told that they had won as if they had done nothing, they should not have cheered with everyone in the slightest.

In short, it's good to win, especially if you're still involved.

After the crowd cheered for a while, Daisuke Hasei waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet before continuing.

"Although the evil leader has been subdued, the Hiroshima Prefecture Hyakki Night Walking Incident is not over yet, and I hope that you will work hard to clean it up together. ”

"Please. ”

After saying that, he bent down deeply and saluted everyone.

"Hey. ”

Everyone immediately responded, and at the same time bowed to Nagatani in return.

No one noticed that among the priests behind Daisuke Hase, several priests' bodies trembled, and their originally excited faces suddenly became blank, and their bodies moved towards him without a trace.

In the sky covered with black clouds, dozens of translucent dead soul insects filled with yin qi drilled out of the clouds and swooped down with the turquoise phosphorus fire in the sky.

"Defensively. ”

The exorcists present reacted immediately, either casting spells to defend them, or summoning their own Shikigami to fight back against the dead soul insects that fell from the sky.

Daisuke Hasei immediately looked up, and was about to clean up these incompetent ghosts when a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest and abdomen.

He looked down and saw that two ritual knives were coming out of his chest, and the person holding the knife maliciously turned the blade around his body, and a large amount of blood continued to drip down the blade.

As soon as Daisuke Hase's hand was delivered, the brocade box held in the palm of his hand was immediately taken away by the priest next to him.

His eyes were full of black and red, and after snatching the brocade box, he immediately ran in the direction of the large altar behind him.

The priests next to them reflected at this time, and when they were about to come to support, the two priests in the crowd immediately turned back and slashed fiercely at their own people.

In the midst of this chaos, the Dead Soul Worm in the sky had already fallen with phosphorus fire in the sky, and the delicate shrine made of mostly wood was immediately ignited, and the wind blew, and the phosphorus fire suddenly began to spread rapidly around like ignited gasoline.

Thick smoke mixed with yin qi spread, and the whole scene was suddenly chaotic.

Those who fight fires, those who avoid danger, those who fight with the dead soul insects, those who want to come to the rescue, and those who want to stop the priest with the Eight Mirrors.

It's just that they were all a step late, and the priest who ran to the big altar immediately took out the Eight Mirrors and put them on the skin left after Jia Qinzi broke away from the altar.

The human skin immediately stood up, as if the air bag was filled with qi, and the eight mirrors were embedded in the human skin's chest.

Under the influence of the blood shadow that appeared on the mirror, countless turbid yellow liquids began to spread rapidly towards the Eight Mirrors.

The sound of sizzling constantly sounded on the body of the Yaga Mirror, like an iron object that had been thrown into strong acid.

The clear light began to flicker on the mirror, and the eight-point mirror began to rotate in the chest cavity of the human skin, trying to break away. But the turbid yellow liquid covering its body was like a small hand, pulling it to the bottom of the altar that kept gushing out turbid yellow liquid.

In just a moment's effort, the edge of the Yachi mirror has begun to appear speckled rusty copper, and the mirror that seals Jia Qinzi has become blurred, and a few strands of long black hair seem to have come out.

As if sensing the danger, this imitation of the Eight Mirrors, which had been worshiped by the Dongying people for nearly a hundred years, suddenly trembled, and the patterns on the back of the mirror seemed to come to life, bursting out with an unimaginable force.

The Yellow Springs that flowed into the world were immediately suppressed by this force, and the Eight Mirrors immediately broke free from the suppression, like a discus thrown by an athlete's hand, and swept across the Yellow Springs Shrine and flew outside.

The outermost part of Huangquan Shrine.

Zhang Jiao was looking in the direction of the Huangquan Shrine, not long ago, the shrine suddenly caught fire, and he saw that most of the buildings had been burned.

He couldn't help but guess what was going on inside, and subconsciously seemed to have summoned the five ghosts to take a peek, but this thought was only fleeting, and he didn't plan to do it at all.

These are all exorcists, and then send these five little ghosts to investigate, isn't that a sheep into a tiger's mouth and a meat bun to beat a dog?

Just as he was guessing, a violent sound of breaking the sky suddenly came from his ears.

A square mirror about the size of a football shot in from afar, sticking straight at his feet.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously walked over and kicked with his foot, and a rare prompt suddenly appeared in his ears.

"You have obtained the Eight Mirrors (Imitation), and you can submit this item at the end of this quest to get a rating boost. It can also be exchanged for 500 merits directly. ”

"This ......"

Zhang Jiao looked at this quaint mirror, and his expression was stunned.

Although he heard the fat man say that in this task world, he may often complete the task for a very reason, and the plot characters he meets will also help you intentionally or unintentionally, and sometimes even the great benefits are automatically sent to the door, just like the protagonist in the story, he will always turn evil into good fortune and good luck.

But when he really encountered this kind of benefit that he sent to the door, he still felt a burst of surprise, and felt that it was a little unreal.

So, he immediately picked up the mirror and put it in his palm to observe it carefully.

He was also very curious about the treasure that could be exchanged for five hundred merit points, after all, he only got six hundred points in the last mission.

I saw a somewhat blurry mirror, and a strange figure with long hair covering his face and blood dripping all over his body was staring at him.

Countless long black hair came out of the edge of the mirror, firmly binding his body, and the mirror of the eight mirrors was rigidly attached to his face.

I could barely tell that it was the woman's head squeezing out of the mirror little by little, and then slowly burrowed towards Zhang Jiao's body.

It needs a physical body for the time being.