Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 291 Father and Son

"Father!"

Uga Shoji raised his head and, with all his might, uttered his first shout since arriving here.

"Father! It's me! Shoji! Wake up! Look at me!"

He raised the rosary in his hand, a rosary that Norio Uga had worn during his lifetime.

At this moment, driven by the power of the two Buddhas, Uga and Sho, it emitted an unprecedentedly gentle light, attempting to penetrate the heavy resentment and touch the consciousness that might still exist at its core.

The enormous body of the ghost god paused slightly.

At the core, Yuga Norio's blood-red eyes seemed to move slightly, slowly turning towards the tiny figure below, radiating golden light.

But there was no fatherly warmth in his eyes, only endless coldness, madness, and... a trace of savagery as if a painful memory had been touched!

“Noise…” A hoarse, distorted voice, as if composed of countless sounds, came from the “mouth” of a ghost, carrying a chill that could freeze one’s soul.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic claw composed entirely of dense resentment and twisted souls suddenly emerged from the demon's body, slamming down towards Uga Shouji with earth-shattering power!

Before the claws even arrived, the terrifying pressure already made Uga Shouji's bones creak and his protective Buddhist light flicker violently, as if it would shatter at any moment!

"Father!"

Uga Shouji did not dodge; instead, a trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes.

He knew that the chances of waking his father were extremely slim.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of Buddhist power containing his own blood essence onto the prayer beads.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha... Break!"

The prayer beads burst forth with dazzling light, transforming into a giant golden swastika symbol, which met the descending giant claw.

At the same time, Uga Shoji put his hands together and began to recite the "Rebirth and Soul Suppression Sutra," a sutra passed down through generations of Eifukuji Temple, specifically used to deliver powerful vengeful spirits.

He wants to try... a forced ritual to help the dead pass away!
boom! ! !
The golden swastika symbol collided violently with the giant claw of resentment, unleashing a deafening roar.

A terrifying energy shockwave spread out in a ring, blasting the lake water hundreds of meters high. Even Yang Liu and the others in the distance were forced to retreat by the shockwave.

The golden light and the black mist entangled wildly, annihilating each other.

Uga Shouji's "The Sutra of Rebirth and Soul Suppression" carries the immense power to purify all evil spirits, constantly impacting the core of the resentment of ghosts and gods!

In that instant, the enormous body of the demon trembled violently.

At the heart of the matter, a fleeting look of confusion and... pain flashed across Norio Uga's distorted face.

It was as if the deepest, suppressed human emotions and memories were touched in the slightest by this power of salvation, which contained the essence of Buddhism and the connection of blood.

"Kill...kill them all..."

"No...we can't...we can't let them succeed..."

"It hurts so much... I hate it so much..."

Intermittent, contradictory, and painful murmurs leaked from the mouths of the spirits; they were the remaining obsessions of the tens of thousands of souls that had been devoured, and also the last anger and resentment of Yuga Norio before his death.

"Father! Let it go! It's all over! Come with me!" Seeing the ghost's reaction, Zhao Er felt a glimmer of hope and recited the scriptures even more vigorously. However, the confusion and pain at the core of the ghost only lasted for a moment before being completely overwhelmed by an even more turbulent and violent resentment.

The boundless resentment, stimulated by the power of the exorcism, went completely berserk!

"Roar!!!"

The demons let out an even more furious roar than before!

The giant claw of resentment exerted its strength, crushing the golden swastika symbol to dust.

"puff!"

As if struck by a heavy blow, Uga Shoji spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against a large tree in the distance, his fate unknown.

The rosary in her hand dimmed and fell to the side.

……Failed.

Moreover, Uga Shouji's forced exorcism was like a key that completely unlocked the immense hatred that had been accumulating within the spirits for twenty years towards the "God-Making Project" and the participants from that time.

The gaze of the demons and gods was no longer that of indiscriminate, chaotic attacks, but was precisely locked onto the figures on the shore wearing official uniforms who were fleeing in a sorry state, as well as the extraction devices that had been forcibly stopped and were exuding the aura of the "god-making project".

"They must die...they all die!!!"

A distorted and venomous voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth!
The demon abandoned its attention to Yang Liu and the others, its massive body slowly moving, stirring up towering waves, and chasing after the direction in which the remaining official troops had fled.

Uga Shouji's selfless attempt failed to bring salvation, but it unexpectedly diverted the attention of the spirits, giving the others on the shore a chance to survive.

The attention of the ghosts and gods was completely drawn to the fleeing official troops. The enormous figures they created, with their towering waves and terrifying pressure, were enough to make anyone tremble with fear, even from a great distance.

Not far away, the seemingly endless and frantically attacking army of water ghosts also seemed to have received some kind of command, and their offensive suddenly slowed down, with most of the water ghosts retreating like a tide.

Following the true form of the demon, they pursued the remaining officials, leaving only a small number still lingering on the shore.

Yang Liu and the others could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But the battlefield remains fraught with danger, the pervasive negative energy has not dissipated, and the remaining water ghosts and the few alloy golems that have not yet been completely disabled still pose a threat.

"Shoji!" Yokota Teru was the first to react. He didn't even bother to clear away the scattered water ghosts around him. He immediately rushed to Uga Shoji, who was lying in a pool of blood, carefully helped him up, and checked his breath.

"He's still breathing!" Teru Yokota breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Uga Shouji's condition was extremely poor. His face was ashen, his breath was weak, and there was a noticeable dent in his chest, indicating that his internal organs had been severely damaged.

Moreover, the backlash from the failed forced exorcism had almost exhausted his mental energy, causing him to fall into a deep coma.

"He's too badly injured! He must leave here immediately for treatment!" Yokota Teru shouted anxiously.

“The officials have fled, but the ghosts and spirits have followed.” Yang Liu glanced at the apocalyptic scene in the distance, then looked at the sparse but still dangerous surroundings and the heavily injured Uga Shoji and Shen Zhe, and quickly made a judgment: “We can’t stay here any longer, let’s leave now!”

"Agreed!" Shen Zhe said, leaning against Jiang Miaozhi while coughing up blood. "With the ghosts and gods distracted, this is our only chance!"

"How do we retreat?" Yokota Teru frowned, looking around. "It's only a matter of time before the official troops over there are caught up. The demons could turn back at any moment, and the outer perimeter of the mountains should be swarming with government personnel now."

“Taking the waterway is also not an option,” Yang Liu glanced at the still turbulent and resentful lake surface, “The lake is now more dangerous than the shore!”

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