Late at night, the Linhe apartment in Edogawa District, Tokyo was sparsely lit.

"Tread..." "Tread..."

Black hair, black skirt, black suit, black glasses.

Apart from professional light makeup, there is no extra jewelry on my body.

The woman dressed in a workplace elite climbed up the steps, and the sounds echoing in the old apartment were inexplicably suppressed, but it was far less strong in the negative energy emitted by her.

The performance of Edogawa District is too poor, and the headquarters has airlifted a Chinese section chief to them.

I thought the new class leader could bring some new changes, but who knew that he didn't understand the business at all. Every day, he just asked them to build a team and shouted "Xiangyang, Xiangyang, and growing against the wind" and other Chinese that people could not understand.

The 76th day of overtime work and the 9125th day of single mother and fetus, today is Asakawa Kazu's birthday.

No friends celebrate their birthdays, no laughter and drunkenness.

"tread"

The thirteenth step.

Maybe if you turn this corner, you will see your colleagues surprise yourself?

The deep corridor, dim lights, and windows one by one, the sound of cars moving gradually fading away was pulled to the tone by the speed. This short road was really creepy.

"Sure enough, nothing..."

Looking at the strange corridor in front of her, Asakawa recalled that after signing the rental contract a month ago, his colleague looked at her with a strange look and mysteriously told her that the apartment was a haunted house. It was rumored that a bizarre murder occurred three years ago.

Can she not know? But this is life, otherwise there would be no such cheap rent!

Taking out the key, turning the handle, throwing off the bag, ignoring the little boy with a green face squatting in the toilet, Asakawa stepped into the bathroom.

The cold water gushed out of the shower poured out of the shower and the face was covered with goosebumps. Asakawa couldn't help but chill, and his fair skin instantly covered with goosebumps.

"Ah chirp!"

The cold water flowed away the foam, and the girl rubbed her delicate body up and down, and her movements were so fast that it brought about a afterimage.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

It’s not that she is stingy and doesn’t buy a water heater. This is the feature of Room 714. No water heater is useful. After installing it, it can’t get a drop of hot water out. The repairman found nothing except taking out handfuls of hair from the pipe, and...

"Buzz--"

The water pipe suddenly vibrated and the water flow suddenly stopped, as if it was blocked by something, leaving only the ticking sound echoing in the bathroom.

"Wow—"

As the bathroom lights flashed quickly, red blood gushed out of the water pipe.

"Sizi..." The lights in the bathroom suddenly darkened, casting a strange shadow on the entire bathroom.

"Dong!——"

The huge thunder sound shook the entire apartment. I wonder if it was my own illusion, but Asakawa always felt that the thunder sounded a bit like a human voice.

The slender hair was flowing down with the blood, and almost filled the bathroom floor tiles in the blink of an eye.

"Hu——" Asakawa breathed a long sigh and finally came.

Insert your little feet into the pile of hair, gently lift it up, and grab a ball of soft hair from your hands.

"Wolfs eat meat when traveling for thousands of miles, and dogs eat shit when traveling for thousands of miles!"

The girl chanted inexplicable slogans and her expression was solemn and solemn, as if she wanted to devote her career to her whole life.

"Be more burdened today, and suffer less tomorrow!"

The shower head was bleeding like a stream, pouring on Miaomian's body. The girl kept folding up the hair in her hand, and actually used her hair as a bath ball to scrub her body, completely ignoring the pale and twisted arms stretched out from the floor drain.

"I will turn into a lighthouse and use my eyes to illuminate the future of the company!"

As the girl said, a trained lightning flashed through the sky, and her blood-covered eyes emitted a breathtaking light. The arm seemed to be stained with something unclean, and suddenly shrank back.

So I took a shower safely.

I don’t know what conditioner the female ghost uses, it is soft and smooth.

To be honest, in addition to not looking very clean, it is quite comfortable. At least the water is hot, and the water meter will not turn when the water pipe is bleeding.

Dry your body and gently rub your hair with a blood-stained towel. Asakawa sat on the sofa in a daze.

When did I get used to this hell painting scroll like a hundred ghosts walking in the night?

It is fake to say that you are not afraid in such a ghost place.

But Tokyo Miqi has tried his best to maintain his current life, and he really has no time to pick and choose.

I bought salt and exorcist demons, and I sprinkled beans to exorcise demons, but I never played a role. Fortunately, these ghosts did not hurt me, so I would not invite an exorcist, and I would never invite him in this life. Only by pretending to be deaf and dumb as a special effect can I maintain my life.

The TV screen lights up slowly, and the screen is filled with snowflakes. It suddenly flashes, and it converges into an ancient well.

A long and straight girl slowly climbed out of the well, her steps were dull and moved towards the screen.

First, a dry and thin hand stretched out through the screen, and then a long hair mopped the floor. Just as the girl was about to come out, another lightning flash of lightning suddenly passed outside the window.

"Wei!" A low shout sounded like a thunderous explosion. The apartment was pitch black in an instant, and the girl seemed to be startled and retracted back to the TV in an instant.

The sudden change scared Asakawa, got up in the dark and looked out the window, but was stunned.

The dark clouds hang down like crowns, almost crushing the apartment.

The world outside the window is like a movie from the last century, with clear black and white and full of noise.

When the car stops the wheels, people stop, and everything is stuck.

At about the height of the roof, a short and thin man hovered, with three huge red arrows floating beside him. The man was hunched over, covering his mouth with his left hand, and dripping blood gushed out, obviously he was seriously injured.

The initiator floated higher in the air, wearing a monk's robe, swaying with flames around him, like a dragon coiling around him. It is hard to imagine that this god-like posture belongs to a monk.

"Is this... a special film?" The strange scene in front of him immediately made Asakawa fall into a downtime, and he couldn't understand what was going on.

"The donor takes people as sacrifices and commits many murderous crimes. Today I will encounter you, and I should do my best to do the way for heaven!"

The man wearing a monk's robe had a thunder in his tongue, and his voice was like thunder. Asakawa had learned some Chinese, but he could not understand the meaning of the words, but he felt that his shoulders had sunk and he could not even straighten his back.

"Hahahaha...hahahaha! You don't know anything, a foreigner!"

The short and thin man's expression was distorted and crazy, and his low laughter gradually became sharp, and finally turned into a roar of resentment, as if he was about to vomit his soul.

Suddenly, the arrows turned and all pointed at Asakawa.

"Your set of magic-removing techniques from the feudal era may be able to get rid of me, but so what about her?"

The short and thin man waved his hand, and all the arrows left the string, instantly tied Asakawa into rice dumplings and lifted them in front of him.

"I'm stubborn, damn!" Seeing this, the man with a cassock opened his five fingers with his right hand and held it. A phantom hand appeared out of thin air, and he wanted to protect Asakawa, but he did not know that he would become a elbow and armpit!

An arrow rushed out of the apartment, strung with a little boy with green face, a thin woman covered in blood, and a woman with long hair and a woman who was covered in face, penetrated Asakawa's chest in the blink of an eye.

Even the blood didn't have time to flow out, and the remaining arrows suddenly untied themselves, instantly pierced through the girl's head and hands. The arrow was pulled to the extreme and formed a cross.

"Hahahahahahahaha! Finally, it's going to appear!" The short and thin man seemed to be in a state of madness, saliva drooling.

The girl's chest showed a dark hole, and she couldn't see the other side. The arrow pulled the ghosts in the apartment and disappeared, but the hole was still hungry and wanted to devour everything to support herself.

"Cough cough cough... I don't know your name, but you are honored to witness the birth of an era!" The disappearance of the arrow obviously caused a severe blow to the short and thin man. After a violent cough, regardless of the blood scattered around the corner of his mouth, he showed off his masterpiece to the man with a fanatical expression.

The fire dragon surrounded by his body penetrated behind him, showing a dragon-shaped tattoo. The man in the cassock looked solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The momentum of the cross in front of him was getting higher and higher, and the short and thin man was even more arrogant when he saw this.

"How can you understand what I'm doing with old antiques like you?"

"Look at her, she only works overtime, eats, and sleeps in her life. She is more walking corpse than the Earth-bound Spirit, and more resentful than the ghost. Isn't she more like a real demon?"

If Asakawa had consciousness at this time, he might have been unconscious by this comment.

"..." The man in cassock did not say a word, trying to find a way to break the deadlock and stop the tragedy in front of him.

"Don't waste your time. This holy cross coordinate releases the resentment in her body, and the resentment spirit I have captured serves as a spiritual medium. Now she will absorb the negative emotions of millions of social animals in Tokyo and become the god in this world!"

"She is the prophet Son of God of this era! She will use the ubiquitous exploitation and oppression of this era to show the miracle of materialism, completely crush the demons and ghosts, and even hell will be swallowed by her! There will never be a hundred ghosts walking in the night! You hypocrites who eliminate demons and protect the way again!"

"An era will end in my hands!"

The short and thin man hoarsely, looking at his creation with madness.

"I have fully understood." The man in the cassock nodded, took off his cassock on his own, wrapped it around his waist, showing his knotted muscles.

"Hahaha, you are just a monk, a scum from the old era, an antique that even Fourier Transformation didn't know. How could you understand what I did? Don't bluff!"

The short and thin man laughed so hard that tears came out, as if he had heard the biggest joke, but his expression frozen in the next moment.

The man in the robe kicked his feet and appeared immediately beside Asakawa. His right hand reached into the girl's chest and completely disappeared into the black hole.

After one percent blinked, the arrow was clenched by a pair of big hands and rushed out of the black hole in the girl's chest.

"It's just a complex variable function coordinate system with imaginary numbers, an old antique, are you talking about your mother?"

The red cassock was put on her body again, and the man in the cassock embraced the unconscious girl while exhaling fragrance.

"You...you..." Seeing that his masterpiece was destroyed, his lifelong efforts were like a joke. The short and thin man's fingers were trembling and his face turned red.
To be continued...