However, under the peaceful Tokyo, there will never be peace.

Every night, Shifang will go out.

In a villa.

This was a villa that was once inhabited, and it was still dark, but fortunately I didn't see anything.

There is a woman here, with dark hair hanging down on the ground, holding a knife and cutting randomly against a pool of bloody meat.

Blood splattered and minced meat was everywhere.

"Wow...this, what you cook is the same as a cult ritual. Don't harm the meat, just break the meatballs and eat it." Shifang covered his face, and this person couldn't bear to look at it.

Who knew that the black-haired woman turned around, her face was pale, her lips and chin were stained with dark red blood, her eyes were empty and unconscious, and the knife in her hand was stained with blood.

"Is there anything wrong with your evaluation of me?" Shifang glared back with confidence!

But in the blink of an eye, the brunette woman disappeared.

"I want to leave? Can I leave?" Shifang reached out and grabbed the other party, pressed him down, and smashed him over!

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On sparsely populated roads,

There was a woman wearing a little dirty red dress and fluffy hair on the side of the road who wanted to hitchhike.

"Why are you standing alone in the evening?" Shifang walked up to talk.

The woman looked at him with unconscious eyes, her eyes cunning.

The ten directions smile at each other.

The other party suddenly opened his mouth, with bloody mouths and pointed teeth! He wanted to swallow Shifang's head whole!

However, he took one step in the ten directions, lying across the evil ghost, punched him out, and heard a clang, blood dripping, broken bones and flesh spread out! He hit him in from his mouth and sprayed out from the back of his head!

One punch is not enough. Then, the arms danced like a whirlwind. The shadow of the fist became extremely blurred in the naked eye. It completed extremely complex movements in one breath. In the blink of an eye, the woman turned into meatballs and could be eaten.

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Walking outside an abandoned apartment, the surrounding scenery is complete with a complete street, and tall buildings stand in front of them, all of which were once abandoned apartments.

However, at this time, a slap sound came, like a dough was pasted on the chopping board.

The whole street suddenly changed.

Someone fell from above, and with a snap, it was the sound of a person slapping it straight.

Smashed in front of him.

Blood splattered on the monk's cassock, and the moon shook brightly at night.

Bubbles appeared in the man's brain, like bubbles that popped up after water boiled.

There were large pieces of black and red on the white shirt. Face down, and he looked like a young man in his twenties and had just entered work.

Then, he staggered up, and used his already scattered face to show a smile like a hamster-squinted and bulging cheeks, staring at Shifang.

"What are you looking at? Go back quickly! Who will be responsible for the scared children?" Shifang waved his hand and said impatiently.

The man disappeared quietly and everything around him returned to normal.

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In a house that was created by a fire.

At dusk, the sky was surprisingly red, and Shifang carried large and small bags and walked up the way.

The windows in the corridor are frosted windows, and only the shadows can be vaguely seen. They have been burned and broken, and those that are not broken are extremely dark, and only a small part can be used.

Walking up to the second floor and opening the door, there were many human figures on the ground. Obviously, they were all traces left by the original residents' burning and carbonization.

Shifang walked up and opened the innermost door of the room.

There was a human figure inside, with skin like crispy pork belly. He tilted his neck and stretched his facial features, staring at the Shifang.

Shifang ignored him, but began to set up the altar and perform rituals seriously.

The mysterious scriptures are read from the mouth. When the chant is held, infinite pure light is emitted from the body. The golden ripples dissipate with the sound of the magic instrument, and black smoke appears around the shock.

The words surge out from the surrounding Buddha light like a physical body and surround it.

The shadows of human figures around gradually dissipated.

"Thank you very much..." the crispy pork belly said hoarsely and struggled.

"The donor is very careful to take charge of himself. He has prevented all the resentful souls who died in the entire fire from doing evil. I want to thank you." Shifang bowed deeply to the monster in front of him.

Then all the figures disappeared.

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The above things happen at least once a day and last for more than a month.

Such peaceful days continue.

In a secret base of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The headquarters of the Weird Event Handling Department is currently in a monthly report meeting.

Dozens of people sat around, including men and women.

Some people wear suits, some wear robes, some wear witches, and even those who wear kimonos and expose their thighs. They look like those who work in customs. In short, there are mixed things.

A man in a suit, the person in charge of intelligence, stood up and reported to many people: "The stubborn vengeance spirits below level three in Tokyo, and the weirdness we do not have enough energy and manpower to deal with, have almost all been eliminated or closed in this month..."

"And all this is related to the foreign monk "Tianfang" I have reported before. As I said last time, almost all these achievements were done by him alone." The intelligence officer said.

"What one person does?! Within a month, 63 places were cleared? And all of them were put on the table and we didn't move them?" Another middle-aged man in a suit frowned and shouted in disbelief!

63 were eliminated in a month, and they were all shelved before. What is the concept?

You should know that although it is a weird and vengeful spirit below level three, its actual combat power is more than level three, so it is "shelfed" there.

What is put on hold is that the range of killing is not large enough, but the internal strength is extremely high, and there are not enough personnel to deal with it for the time being.

After all, the strong men in the Weird Handling Department have to deal with more powerful and terrifying weirdos. If they cannot free up their hands, the strength of the manpower below is not enough. Therefore, for some existences that are not large enough to have a killing range and may only be a first-level weird, they simply leave it alone, exchange population for time, and wait for others to free up their hands to clean up the more terrifying weirdos.

Anyway, there are tens of millions of people in Tokyo, and countless young people come from other parts of Japan like garbage every day and night to supplement the population of this majestic city.

Dozens of death a day can afford to die.

This is what the top leaders think.

But now... a monk easily destroyed these things within a month.

If you don’t mention how many people die less, it doesn’t matter. The key is... how strong is he?

This question lingers in the minds of everyone present.
Chapter completed!