I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 162: Ghost Cut
A woman in the corridor was suddenly pushed to the corner of the wall. With a loud bang, the cabinet was hit suddenly, making a dull sound of "thump".

However, the woman came to her senses in an instant, a look of panic flashed across her face, and she quickly reached out to the man at the door, calling out anxiously.

"Abu! No!"

Before she finished her words, the man in front of her suddenly turned around, a look of strong dissatisfaction on his face. He reached out and pinched the woman's chin tightly, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat.

"Do you understand how rare it is to have the opportunity to gain extraordinary power? The leader has given us such an opportunity, and you actually want to obstruct it?"

The woman was about to retort, but she felt the force on her chin suddenly increase, making it impossible for her to speak.

pat!

With a crisp sound, the man swung his hand violently, and the palm wind hit the woman's cheek heavily.

Then he strode out the door without looking back.

"This time, I will definitely be favored by the gods!"

"Clap!"

Along with the sound of the door closing heavily, the woman's body fell weakly to the ground with a thud.

Finally, she covered her face with her hands, tears quietly slipping through her fingers.

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"Abu, you are finally here."

In a solemn hall, a blond man sitting in the back row greeted Abu warmly when he saw him.

Hearing the voice, Abu flashed and sat down next to the yellow-haired man with a plop.

Abu straightened his back and looked towards the spacious avenue in the hall.

There were chairs lined up on both sides of the avenue, and the two of them sat in an inconspicuous corner.

"Abu, how much cash did you bring this time? The leader said that the more money you contribute, the more devout your faith will be, and the easier it will be to gain the favor of the gods."

The yellow-haired man lowered his voice.

When Abu heard this, an almost fanatical look flashed across his face.

"I spent all my savings! I have a feeling that I will be chosen by the gods this time!"

Suddenly, Abu thought of something, hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice.

"A Fei, can I switch places with you today?"

Ah Fei raised his eyebrows slightly, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"As for me, it doesn't matter!"

……

"Hush! The leader is coming!"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a fat man with a kind face, accompanied by two maids, slowly walked into the center of the stage.

He looked solemn and slowly opened his hands. In an instant, balls of flames rose into the air around him.

The flames swirled and intertwined in the air.

The people in the audience, witnessing this scene, showed longing in their eyes and clasped their hands together.

While the leader was manipulating the flames, two maids performed their duties. One pushed a wooden box slowly forward, while the other leaned forward, holding a microphone, and made announcements in a clear and pleasant voice.

"Welcome everyone to the Holy Fire Cult's God's Chosen One Blessing Ceremony..."

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"Could this be the leader who is suspected of mastering the power of fire that the police are tracking?"

Sitting in the corner, two ordinary-looking men in casual clothes were talking in low voices.

“It is indeed an extraordinary existence!”

"According to our investigation, this man claims to be the reincarnation of the Holy Fire Cult's god, and holds ceremonies here every once in a while, claiming that he can give believers the power of holy fire."

The other person's expression was solemn, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he responded in a low voice.

"Do you still remember the Morning Star Church that caused such a stir? The latest intelligence shows that it is suspected that the Holy Fire Cult is most likely a disguised product of the Morning Star Church."

"Don't worry too much. Now that we have investigated it clearly, let's notify the headquarters immediately."

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"The first number of this chosen one is seventeen!"

As soon as the maid finished speaking, the light fell on the last row.

Abu's heart beat suddenly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and he looked around nervously.

[Great, there are only six people sitting in the last row! I have a good chance]

[No! This time it must be me! ! ! ]

"The last number is... six!"

As the maid announced, with a click, the light swept across Abu's face full of despair from the far left of the hall, and illuminated the yellow-haired man next to him.

"Oh my, what a pity, Abu, this time it was just a little bit short!"

There was a hint of regret in Huangmao's tone.

Abu lowered his head, the scene of having nothing at home emerged in his mind, and his heart seemed to be tightly squeezed by an invisible hand.

He suddenly recalled his impulsive behavior of wanting to change seats with Huangmao, and anger and unwillingness surged in his chest.

[It must be this guy who stole my chance! ]

[This time, the quota should have belonged to me! ]

Abu's eyes became empty and he slowly reached his hand into his pocket.

……

The yellow-haired man was strolling on the spacious avenue. After briefly making eye contact with the maid beside him, he quickly looked away.

[Idiot, do you really think changing seats will help? ]

Huang Mao secretly sneered in his heart, thinking back to the day when the people from the Holy Fire Church found him...

His smile grew even brighter.

However, at this moment.

puff!

Huangmao's smile froze instantly.

He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and couldn't help looking back.

I saw Abu smiling cruelly, holding a knife in both hands and inserting it deeply into his abdomen.

Blood gushed out, staining Abu's hands and clothes red.

"Who told you to take my place?"

"Ahhhh!!!"

As the scene fell into chaos, the leader's face changed instantly, and he anxiously looked at the maid beside him for help.

The maid gave the leader a soothing look and was about to step forward to maintain order, but was interrupted by a sudden burst of strange laughter.

"Jie Jie!"

The maid couldn't help but look sideways at the strange laughter coming from the front row of the hall.

I saw an old man with his eyes closed, an unusually broad forehead, and wearing tattered monk's robes, sitting there quietly with a cane, out of tune with the surrounding noise.

Suddenly, the old man's voice echoed in the hall.

"A mere Tsukumogami can attract so many people! Has the Onmyoji of today fallen to such a state?"

The maid's expression suddenly changed when she heard this. She no longer cared about the chaos at the scene and asked loudly.

"What are you talking about? How dare you be disrespectful to the Holy Fire Cult Master!"

Then she shouted loudly: "Security!"

However, the words were not spoken yet.

puff!

The forehead of the old man in monk's robes suddenly cracked, and a blood-red eye suddenly opened. A red light flashed in the eye and instantly pierced through the maid's eyebrows.

thump!
The maid's eyes lost their luster in an instant, and her body collapsed to the ground weakly.

The sudden change made the chaos at the scene even more intense.

Various noisy sounds intertwined.

"Killing! Killing!"

Screams and exclamations rang out one after another.

"Don't worry, the leader will definitely take action!"

"Don't you see that the leader has collapsed on the ground?!"

"No, that must be the leader's new way of exerting his divine power!"

Da da da!
The footsteps of the old man in monk's robes sounded on the podium. He slowly moved towards the leader, his eyes closed, and he was examining everything around him with the blood-red eye on top of his head.

Suddenly, the eyes that were looking around suddenly stopped in front of the Holy Fire Leader.

"I thought I met an excellent psychic, but it turned out to be just a small Tsukumogami!"

The old man in monk's robes looked at the Holy Fire Leader, who was lying limp on the ground and emitting a slightly foul odor, with his brows furrowed and he looked increasingly displeased.

He slowly stretched out his skinny hand, hooked his fingers, and reached out to the leader, muttering
"Don't worry, don't worry, it will be fine soon..."

At this moment, the leader watched the old man in monk robes approaching.

"Master Fire Spirit! Take action quickly!"

As he cried for help, the flames around him suddenly gathered together, revealing a pair of claws on both sides, and attacked the old man in monk's robes with bared fangs and claws.

Whoosh whoosh!
The flames in the monster's hands shot out like arrows, constantly spraying towards the old man. However, the old man in monk's robes did not move at all, as if he did not see anything.

The moment the flame touched his clothes, it instantly turned into sparks and splashed in all directions.

The fire monster was irrational and continued to rush towards the old man in monk's robes regardless of everything.

The Holy Fire Patriarch had a stiff smile.

The old man in monk's robes stretched out his withered yellow arm and easily put it into the flame.

Suddenly, a white light appeared in his palm.

boom!
The flame seemed to have met its nemesis and instantly scattered, leaving only a white spot of light.

The old man in monk's robes lightly grasped the white light spot firmly in the palm of his hand.

"The leader's divine power has been suppressed!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, breaking the original panic and escape.

"Wait! This old man may also be able to grant us extraordinary powers! Hurry up and catch up!"

I don't know who in the crowd raised his arm and shouted, instantly igniting the people who were already crazy about the supernatural power.

They seemed to have lost their minds, turned around, and swarmed towards the old man in monk's robes on the podium.

pat!

The old man in monk's robes felt his foot being tightly grasped by a thin hand.

When he looked down, he saw a pale, tall and thin man looking at him blankly, with a soft tube for infusion tied on the back of his hand.

There was desire and desperation in the man's eyes.

"God, please give me extraordinary powers!"

The old man in monk's robes looked at this group of mad believers, with a sinister smile on his face.

He looked around at the crowd crowded in front of the stage and said slowly: "This is easy!"

“Praise you!!”

Zizizi!
Immediately afterwards, sounds of people collapsing were heard one after another in the hall.

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"Has it been confirmed that the Holy Fire Cult Master is a truly extraordinary being?"

After listening to the report from the plainclothes police on the front line, the director of the Kyoto Police Headquarters' face suddenly became solemn.

"Yes, Minister. According to our speculation, the other party is likely to be a person with a great desire for money, and the strength of his extraordinary ability is at an average level."

The minister nodded, remembering the guidelines revealed by the Supernatural Countermeasures Bureau, which required different strategies for winning over different supernatural personalities.

[If the person is a gentle transcendent, it is best to negotiate with him directly. ]

[As for the extraordinary people who have certain anti-government tendencies, we need to find ways to win them over as soon as possible. If we cannot win them over, we must try to eliminate the danger in the bud.]

You should know that Yamagami Tetsuya's strength increases greatly almost every time he appears, and the development characteristics of this extraordinary being are truly terrifying.

I don’t know how many people regret that they should have killed him directly in prison and not given him any chance to develop.

[For those extraordinary people with bad intentions, we should show our fists first and then try to win them over. We should give them a blow first and then a sweet treat. Otherwise, they will probably say one thing in public and do another in private, causing us more trouble.]

Taking into account the extraordinary rage potions that have begun to be distributed to various branches, as well as the tactical suits woven with extraordinary silk threads, and the fact that extraordinary beings generally have insufficient combat endurance.

The special police carefully selected from various departments can basically be regarded as weakened versions of extraordinary beings during the period when the injected drug is effective.

Once they are equipped with modern weapons and act in small teams, their short-term combat capability is sufficient to meet the requirements of various missions.

"It's time for Kyoto's super police to show their strength!"

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“Is this our destination?”

As the armored vehicle stopped steadily in front of the church, four fully armed special police officers quickly got out of the car. They wore tactical masks and looked at the church in front of them.

The team leader stood at the front. He pressed the communicator beside his ear with his tactical-gloved fingers and responded briefly.

"Roger that!"

……

Considering the relatively simple structure of the church's interior, the four of them quickly arrived in front of the hall.

They looked at each other, nodded, and then rolled to the door at lightning speed, kicked it open, and quickly dispersed according to the established tactics.

"This is the Kyoto Special Police Team, please..."

However, the next scene made the four of them change their expressions instantly.

I saw an old man in tattered monk's robes, using his skinny arms to easily lift up the Holy Fire Leader mentioned in the task.

The old man's skinny arms formed a sharp contrast with the Holy Fire Leader's fat body.

On the ground, bodies that had been split in half were lying in all directions, with blood and debris scattered everywhere.

There were two bodies overlapping each other in the front, with footprints of men's feet behind them.

"Hehe, is he from the government?"

"Help...help me!"

The tightly bound Holy Fire Leader instantly showed fear on his face. He stretched out his hands to the special police, his voice full of requests for help.

However, his eyes suddenly burst, and a strange aura spread.

"flutter!"

Then, the Holy Fire Patriarch's body began to swell continuously, gurgling like boiling water, and bubbles popped up under the skin one after another, as if something was about to burst out of the body.

The scene before them made the four special police officers feel a chill in an instant, and they began to retreat involuntarily. After all, everything they saw was far beyond the scope of ordinary supernatural events.

"Minister, should we now..."

A special police officer asked tentatively in the headset.

The minister's voice was cold in the headphones.

"The opponent has not shown any signs of attacking for the time being. Please continue to prepare and observe!"

"..."

"Roger that!"

"I never thought that the locations of the seals would be more unique than each other!"

The old man in monk's robes opened his eyes instantly.

"Wake up!"

Before he finished speaking, the ground seemed to be given life, slowly crawling and extending upwards, eventually forming a coffin-like shape.

"thump"

The front door of the coffin was suddenly kicked open, and a large amount of smoke and dust spread all around.

"pat"

A pair of shoes first appeared from the coffin. Everyone present held their breath instantly, not daring to breathe.

A handsome man with a lot of bandages wrapped around his forehead and a long ponytail appeared.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, his ruby-like eyes flashing with a frightening light. Just by looking at each other, he felt a sharp sensation as if being cut by a sharp blade.

He seemed to realize something, and with a slight wave of his arm, the smoke and dust around him were instantly dispersed.

Everyone could then see clearly that he was tall and wearing a gorgeous haori.

The most eye-catching thing is that there is a slender sword about one and a half meters long hanging behind him.

"Has it started yet?" the man asked softly.

The old man in monk's robes placed his palms on the walking stick again, and an unprecedented bright smile appeared on his face.

"Welcome back, Onikiri!"

"Since you have awakened, let's split up. You who have stronger combat power should go to the sealed area immediately. And I will continue to look for the reincarnation of the master!"

"Also, those are government officials over there, so I'll leave it to you to handle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the old man in monk's robes suddenly became blurred, as if liquid slowly flowed to the ground, and finally disappeared.

"..."

A hint of ominous premonition flashed in the eyes of the four extraordinary special police officers, and their premonition was soon confirmed.

The man called "Oni-Kiri" by the old man in monk's robes took advantage of the situation and placed his hand on the long sword behind him and slowly took it out.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Is this the current supernatural being? It's so weak."

As he finished his words, he slightly lifted the sword upward with his thumb.

next second!
Zizizi!
Countless dense cutting sounds were heard throughout the hall, as if a death zone composed of slashing attacks had formed.

The seats instantly turned into countless dust under the blade, and fell to the ground.

This terrifying trend did not stop, but continued to attack the four extraordinary special police officers who were completely stunned on the spot...

"Zizzizi!"

"Hey, please answer!"

The chief of the Kyoto Police Headquarters heard the noise on the intercom and his face instantly turned grim.

He recalled the scene he had observed through the camera before, and a strong sense of foreboding surged in his heart.

"Notify the superiors! There are signs of a large number of monsters appearing in Kyoto. The true identity is most likely the legendary Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

"Also! Go to Tokyo and ask for support from the Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau!"

(End of this chapter)