The face was black and blue, the eye sockets were empty, and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of the mouth.
Fujiwara Izaya discovered that the cuffs and the bottom of the skirt of this resentful spirit were empty, with broken limbs protruding, and the wounds were eroded and rotten.
Obviously.
This is death by having limbs broken off.
A pair of pale hands emerged from the darkness behind Fujiwara Izaya and strangled his neck. His waist was also tightly wrapped around a pair of broken, slender thighs in a very ambiguous posture.
"Hehe, I caught you..."
The resentful spirit, which had lost its limbs, had a strange smile of satisfaction on its face.
It twisted its body, dragging a long trail of blood towards Fujiwara Izaya. Around it, more dead ghosts of all kinds were gathering.
The snow girl floats in front of Fujiwara Izaya.
Her little hands wrapped in white snow kept directing the ice arrows in the air to shoot at the ghosts.
Every ghost shot by an ice arrow will be given the stiff and slow debuff, and its movements will become sluggish.
"You must be in pain, right?" Fujiwara Izaya asked the red-clothed resentful spirit who crawled to his feet.
The resentful spirit looked at Fujiwara Izaya in confusion.
After only a brief pause of two seconds, it continued to slowly climb up his body with a sinister smile.
The more painful a person is, the greater the chance that his soul will turn into a ghost or a wraith after death.
Behind every resentful spirit, there is an extremely tragic past.
There is no doubt about this.
but……
Already dead.
What is pain?
It has long been forgotten.
Its only goal now is to turn the living person in front of it into a being like it.
The mouth full of fangs opened and bit Fujiwara Izaya's neck.
"Bang bang~"
The tooth is broken.
The resentful spirit was stunned.
It licked the gap on its teeth with its tongue in disbelief, and then cried out "woo~".
This boy is so tough.
It can't bite.
Looking down at the sad and crying resentful spirit, Fujiwara Izaya's heart did not waver.
No matter how great the grievances are, we cannot let them go.
Still disturbing the human world after death is the greatest sin in itself.
This has nothing to do with what hardships they have encountered.
Fujiwara Izaya just needs to save it and let it rest in peace.
The rest is left to the police and Huang Quanguo.
Of course, he will definitely not refuse where his help is needed.
"Yukihime," Fujiwara Izaya raised his head, pointed his finger forward at the dark white ghost, and shouted: "Zoom in!"
The snow girl gently raised her hands.
The wind and snow suddenly became chaotic.
There was a sound of thunder and rumble between heaven and earth.
Thick, lead-gray mist formed, spread from a small point, and quickly covered the entire ceiling with snowflakes. The snow waves rushed towards the Hundred Ghosts, representing the will and emotions of the snow girl.
The snow waves spread across, leaving behind ice sculptures.
The moonlight poured into the corridor from the broken windows, and the snowflakes danced lightly, coating the frozen scenery with a bright silver glow. Many remaining ghosts that were not frozen slowly moved forward in this luster.
.
Just when the whole army was about to be annihilated, a few figures who had been hiding in the darkness finally couldn't sit still and came out of the darkness.
In just a few dozen seconds, Fujiwara Izaya arrived from the depths of the dark corridor to the floor where Fujiwara Izaya was. There were seven of them, each with spider silk hanging from their buttocks, and eight sharp, hairy spider legs hooked on their hair.
on, appearing with his upper body swaying.
Seven of them are spider monsters.
The upper body is a body with obvious female characteristics, with hot curves; from the crotch down, it becomes a spider, with hairy legs and a big spider butt, giving it an irresistible and seductive beauty.
The figure is very nice.
But their faces have eight frightening eyes, and their mouths are split to the base of their ears, exposing two rows of sharp, fine teeth.
Seven spider girls appeared at the same time, and the strong evil spirit blew up the snow and gravel on the ground, driving the snow girl's cold mist away from the entire floor.
The leader was a powerful lady spider demon. She stared at Fujiwara Izaya and said in a hoarse voice: "No matter who you are, please leave here now."
Although he didn't show much strength, his calm demeanor made her have to treat him with caution.
Fujiwara Rin didn't pay attention to her, but looked at Yuki Onna.
The snow girl blinked her eyelashes slightly.
A few pieces of frost clinging to the eyelashes were shaken off. Looking at the sudden appearance of the spider, Olaf's eyes were filled with confusion.
She raised her hand and wanted to activate the skill again.
But then, an unhealthy flush appeared on her face, and she turned to her owner for help.
"Come over here." Fujiwara Izaya waved.
The snow girl immediately floated towards him.
The long eyelashes blinked happily, and the frost kept falling. By the time it floated to Fujiwara Izaya, most of the ice and snow covering her body had melted away, revealing the pink and flawless skin underneath.
In this case, there is no blue.
She needs her master to replenish her demons before she can regain her vitality.
But to mend the demon... Fujiwara Izaya gently touched Yuki-onna's cold hair, with a tangled look on his face.
Xuebao was born with a childlike face, her eyes were like snow, and everything from her hair to her toes was as clean and pure as white snow. If she were dyed some other color now...
Um.
Think about it.
But she is still a baby...
The snow girl opened her mouth and put her face in front of Fujiwara Izaya's nose: "Ah~"
The lips touched the tip of her nose, and the cool breath blew on her face, which was very refreshing. But Fujiwara Izaya only saw that after the ice and snow melted, her eyes looked weaker and sadder.
The seven spider ladies stared ahead, not daring to move rashly.
Dyeed white by the moonlight, they looked like a pair of statues, a pair of statues that perfectly formed a world of their own.
"Okay, you go back first." Fujiwara Izaya snapped his fingers, and the space cracks torn apart by the system appeared. He patted the slender shoulder of the snow girl, and coaxed with a smile: "Wait until the master has finished his work, and then feed him when he gets home.
you."
The snow girl stared sadly.
After staring at her master for a while and seeing that he did not change his order, she pursed her lips and reluctantly returned to the system space.
Without the support of the Snow Banshee, the snow and ice sculptures began to melt.
The water flow gathered on the ground, refracting the moonlight and coating the entire corridor with a bright and dark silver glow.
Stepping through the stagnant water, Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the seven spider girls, with a smile on his lips that made them feel like they were in the spring breeze.
This is a person who is easy to talk to... The leading spider girl felt relieved in her heart.
"Did you raise these ghosts?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Yes," Spider Girl replied, "Due to the existence of the sealing spell, we cannot reveal the specific situation, so you don't expect to be able to ask anything from us."
Fujiwara Izaya's expression remained unchanged, and he still walked towards them with a smile.
This is an impeccable smile.
It represents sincerity, goodwill, and fraternity; when it appears in front of your eyes, you will feel that even the turbid air has become brand new, just like adding freshly picked gardenias to an empty vase.
Spider Girl looked at the smile on his face and became more and more relaxed: "As long as you make the right choice, we will pretend that what happened tonight never happened."
"I will!"
As the words rang out, the smile on Fujiwara Izaya's face disappeared.
He extended his handband forward.
His pupils turned golden.
A pair of wings grew from his back.
The holy and elegant pure white wings sway gently in the moonlight, like a dancer skillfully dancing.
"You are a tengu——"
The seven spider girls just reacted.
What greeted them was a jade-like palm.
The scorching demonic fire bloomed from the palm, like the midday sun, illuminating the entire corridor.
Under this terrifying high temperature, all the ghosts were melted in an instant, and the seven spider girls hurriedly spewed out silk threads to interweave themselves into cocoons in an attempt to protect their bodies.
But the moment the flame comes into contact.
The tangled spider silk disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
The spider girls in the cocoons didn't even have time to scream. Their bodies turned into ashes and disappeared in the firelight, leaving no trace of their existence.
"Done, call it a day!"
Fujiwara Izaya patted the dust on his clothes, put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around and went downstairs.