The ghosts in action have different costumes, appearances, and ages. Most of their bodies are bloated and rotten, and the way they died tragically can probably be seen from their appearance.
The little old man, whose limbs were twisted and whose ribs were piercing his skin, must have been hit to death.
The man in a white coat with a knife stuck in his chest is probably a doctor.
A middle-aged woman with her throat cut, a gangster man with tattoos on his arms, a policeman with bullet holes all over his body, all looking like sexual mistresses who were poisoned by their wives; some of them are no longer human, but just
A squirming faceless ghost made up of lumps of broken flesh that were barely gathered together.
Fujiwara Izaya frowned.
From the moment he walked into this building, he felt something was wrong. Now it seems that this place has become a place that "raises ghosts".
"What should I do?" Kasahara Asuka asked.
Fujiwara Izaya, who was still holding the little miko's soft body tightly at this time, jumped directly towards Ito Takumi.
"Hey, what are you doing, senior-"
Kasahara Asuka screamed in surprise as she was suddenly carried and flew up.
In order to maintain her body balance, she subconsciously opened her hands and hugged Fujiwara Izaya's neck tightly.
"Whoosh!"
The snow girl followed closely and floated over.
"Ah ah ah -" Ito Takumi was still covering his head between his legs with his hands, moaning indiscriminately, Fujiwara Izaya jumped over, kicked the little ghost into the air, and shouted: "Stop screaming!"
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"Huh?"
Ito Takumi was stunned and immediately bent down to check.
After confirming that his pants were still intact from beginning to end, he let out a long sigh of relief. The pleasure of surviving the disaster hit him, making him feel exhausted.
But when he looked up and found that Police Suzuki was followed by a large group of ghosts and wraiths of various shapes, he was once again frightened.
There were all kinds of ghosts, and it was so dark that you couldn't even see the end of it.
They sniffed the scent and kept coming from all directions, closing in on the living people.
The scene is desperate.
More and more ghosts appeared, and Asuka Kasahara's face turned pale.
This was the first time she encountered such a terrifying situation.
Fortunately, she was very courageous as she was born in a big shrine, so she instinctively shrank into Fujiwara Izaya's arms. After finding a sense of security, she bit her lower lip lightly and picked up a talisman between her fingertips.
"Leave it to me," Izaya Fujiwara pressed down her hand and looked at the direction in which Police Suzuki was escaping, "When he comes here later, you lead him and Master Ito to break out, and I will give you the rear."
"Senior, you..." Kasahara Asuka raised her little face with a worried expression.
"Don't worry," Fujiwara Izaya touched her head and persuaded her like a child, "I'm very powerful, it's not like you haven't seen it before."
"Hmm~"
Asuka Kasahara's face turned red.
Those clear and bright eyes were shining brightly in the darkness.
Fujiwara Izaya also blushed a little.
But unlike the little witch, he was a little ashamed.
The actions and words just now were deliberately staged.
Tokyo Grand Shrine is the second largest shrine in the Kanto region after Meiji Shrine. Her sister and mother both hold high positions. They are first-class wealthy nobles in terms of strength and status.
Fujiwara Izaya, who was stared at by countless eyes, had the idea of taking advantage of Asuka Kasahara's family status from the moment he was threatened by Asuka Kasahara with stockings.
You are unkind and I am unjust.
If you threaten me, I will rely on your family.
That's what Fujiwara Izaya thought at that time.
But after actual contact, he found that Asuka Kasahara was not as cunning as she seemed on the surface. In essence, she was just an innocent girl who was inexperienced in the world, which made him unable to bear to deceive her.
"Come and save me——"
The Suzuki Police Department shouted for help and quickly ran within five meters.
In the dim space, he saw the slightly shorter little witch leaning against the little priest's body, with a smile on her lips. There was not much age difference between the two, and the difference in height was just right. The picture made people feel warm, just like a spring week.
Happy date in the morning.
But……
At their feet, several pale, twisted arms stretched out from the floor, waving like octopus tentacles.
No matter how you look at it, it’s not a good place to fall in love... At the critical moment, the Suzuki Police Department remembered his identity as an agent of Section 9, and he suddenly got worried and shouted loudly: "Little Master!"
Fujiwara Izaya looked at him and clenched his fists.
"Take Kasahara Miko with you and hurry up..."
Halfway through his words, a short-haired woman with swollen body, tongue hanging out, and obvious strangulation marks on her neck slowly floated down from the ceiling in front of him.
Suzuki Police Department wanted to say, "You can take Kasahara Miko and leave as quickly as possible and leave me alone," but then a hanged ghost suddenly floated out, scaring him so much that he suffered a cardiac arrest and even forgot to breathe.
Fujiwara Izaya rushed forward and punched the short-haired woman in the head.
Bang!
The hanged female ghost suddenly shattered into countless pieces of resentment.
"What did you just say?" Fujiwara Izaya asked him.
"Uh..." Police Suzuki scratched his cheek, "I asked you and the little mage to come and rescue me quickly."
"Oh, hurry up and leave." Fujiwara Izaya ordered calmly, "Follow Asuka and let her escort you two out. I will help you stay behind."
"no!"
Takumi Ito stood up.
"?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at him in confusion.
"I want to stay and fight!" Takumi Ito roared righteously.
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly let out an "ah" sound, and his whole face twisted in pain.
On the floor, I don't know when there was a resentful spirit that was burned to death by the fire. Its charred hands, filled with flames, held one of Ito Takumi's feet.
moment.
There is a sound of "Zhi".
Ito Takumi smelled the smell of burnt flesh.
When he looked down, he saw a ferocious face with dried flesh and blood roasted by the fire, pointed at his feet. There was saliva left at the corner of the cracked mouth, as if he planned to test his legs and then take a bite of them.
At this time, how could anyone have the courage to fight? Ito Takumi immediately shouted: "Master Fujiwara, save me!"
"He's both good and pretentious..." Fujiwara Izaya muttered and nodded towards the snow girl.
The fog condensed and an icy wind blew in the air.
The snowflakes condensed and formed, falling down one after another, and there seemed to be countless ice crystals in the cold air. The snow girl standing in the ice and snow raised her arms, and her thin figure made people feel sad.
With her as the center, sharp ice arrows floated in the air.
One of the ice arrows shot forward in the direction of her finger.
The cold light passed by in a flash.
The resentful spirit, whose whole body was covered with faint flames, had dissipated a lot of its resentment, and even the heat of the flames was rapidly decreasing.
Immediately afterwards, the snow girl pointed with her fingers expressionlessly. Every direction she pointed, an ice arrow would be shot out. The ghosts with low strength would be killed directly, while the wraiths with high strength would be trapped.
Stiff and sluggish, movements extremely slow.
Taking advantage of this moment, Asuka Kasahara also started to take action.
"The curse seals of thunder, wind, water, fire, and wind, open!"
The light suddenly lit up, and the cool wind blew from outside the building. Kasahara Asuka threw out the magic talisman. This wind was like a spiritual little hand, rolling up the magic talisman, and patted the ghost one after another.
Precisely blast a passage leading to the stairs.
"boom!"
With the sound of the explosion, the heat wave raged like a wild horse running wild.
The passage in the corridor was opened, and the girl ran towards the stairs first. The Suzuki Police Department also ran very fast. Takumi Ito, who was limping in third place, looked back when he was halfway up the stairs.
The young man's back was straight and straight, and with one person's strength, he stopped the ghosts who were as dark as the tide at the entrance of the stairs.
Handsome and strong.
This is the true style of a priest... Unknowingly, two lines of tears fell from the corners of Ito Takumi's eyes.