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Click!

A soft sound, yet it was like a thunderclap.

The purple-gold light instantly stole all the brilliance.

The area within a radius of 100 meters was completely filled with a tidal wave of purple-gold light.

Squeak!

Amidst the light, only the terrified screams of the demon monkey could be heard.

A few seconds later, the light slowly faded away.

Only one or two demonic monkeys remained in front of Xu Ming, lying on the ground howling in agony.

A large amount of ash danced and swirled in the air, conveying a sense of desolation.

After casually killing the two demonic monkeys, Xu Ming rested for a while until his phone was fully charged before continuing his journey.

They encountered many more demon monkeys along the way, all of which were eliminated by Xu Ming and Asagami Fujino.

The purple demonic aura emanating from Xu Ming grew increasingly intense.

At that moment, Haruyuki Arita, who was in the sky, suddenly began to communicate telepathically.

"Xu Ming, there's a large mansion directly in front of you!"

'A house?'

Xu Ming immediately became alert.

No decent person would build a house in such a horrible place; there must be something strange about that house.

"Spring Snow, see if there's a route that can bypass that house."

Xu Ming made a decision immediately.

After a while, Haruyuki Arita said somewhat awkwardly:

"This... doesn't seem right. That mansion is built right between two hot spring lakes, blocking your way... Wait! What's this?"

Suddenly, Haruyuki Arita's extremely flustered voice came through the telepathic communication.

"Spring Snow, what's wrong? What happened?"

Xu Ming hurriedly called out to Haruyuki Arita.

But the other party did not respond.

After a long while, Xu Ming heard Haruyuki Arita's voice, still shaken.

"Just now, when I was near the house, I was attacked by a flock of crows on fire. It seemed like the crows flew out of the house."

'Seriously, such a thing exists?'

Xu Ming was somewhat surprised.

It seems that Haruyuki Arita's idea of ​​having him fly over the house has also fallen through.

With such tight security, it's obvious that the house is a trap set by the enemy, waiting to lure the victim in.

However, Xu Ming couldn't stop because he was determined to win the top prize.

In the telepathic conversation, Haruyuki Arita fell silent, seemingly waiting for Xu Ming's decision.

'Let's keep going!'

Xu Ming thought about it for a moment and then made a decisive decision.

The Sacred Flame Arbitration has cooled down, not to mention he has another, even more powerful, trump card.

Thinking of this, Xu Ming subconsciously touched the ring on his left ring finger...

Ten minutes later, Xu Ming saw the old Japanese-style house in the distance.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary hot spring inn, the kind you'd see most often in a Japanese art film. Who knows what kind of monsters might be lurking inside, watching them?

As Xu Ming was carefully observing the old house in front of him, he suddenly heard Haruyuki Arita's somewhat anxious voice again in his telepathic conversation.

'Xu Ming! A group of people are approaching you! There are... 5 of them!'

'I see.'

Xu Ming immediately looked away and gripped the crowbar tightly.

Whether the visitors are monsters or festival participants, they are very likely to be enemies rather than friends.

After a while, sure enough, a group of people emerged from behind the rocks on the other side.

Leading the group were two samurai, while a ninja, detached from the group and dressed like a hunter, followed behind, carrying a longbow.

These people subtly protected an Onmyoji dressed in black hunting robes and wearing a tall crown in the middle.

Just as Xu Ming saw the five-person team, the other side also spotted Xu Ming and Asagami Fujino standing in front of the old house.

This place is practically at the summit of Monster Mountain, and anyone who can get here is no ordinary person.

The five-person team immediately assumed a defensive posture.

Two samurai raised their katanas, the hunter drew his bow and arrow, aiming at their vital points. The ninja rolled away and disappeared. The Onmyoji made a hand seal with one hand and held a paper talisman with the other.

These five people also had a faint purple demonic aura, but the combined demonic aura on them was not as strong as that on Xu Ming alone.

Here, the ability to kill a large number of monsters is a symbol of strength.

Both sides were wary of each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Seeing that the other party did not intend to make the first move, Xu Ming thought for a moment and then slowly and voluntarily stepped back from the entrance of the old house.

Seeing that Xu Ming had taken the initiative to back down, the five-person team breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then entered the old house while keeping a wary eye on Xu Ming and his companion.

Once the door to the old house was closed, blocking Xu Ming's view, a warrior couldn't help but speak up.

"Why didn't we kill that kid earlier? He's a member of the Holy Church."

The hunter immediately retorted:

"Didn't you see the demonic aura surrounding him?"

He's killed more monsters than all five of us combined. Since the Holy Church dared to send him alone, this kid's strength must be extraordinary.

The samurai said dismissively:

"So what if he's not simple? He's still just one person. That guy next to him is probably his shikigami. If we all attack together, he can't possibly take on all five of us by himself."

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Before the hunter could say anything more, the Onmyoji spoke up.

"Alright, stop arguing. This house is dangerous, stay alert!"

The Onmyoji seemed to have the highest prestige among the five-person team. As soon as he spoke, the samurai and hunter stopped arguing and bowed respectfully.

"I am very sorry, Master Sugiyama (a respectful title for Onmyoji in Japan)."

However, the samurai still seemed somewhat unwilling to give up, and instigated:

“Master Sugiyama, that kid has far too much demonic energy. If we don’t do something, he might take the top prize.”

The Onmyoji frowned and gave him a cold look.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Hi! I'm so sorry!

The samurai quickly shut his mouth.

Upon entering the old house, the five-person team was surprised to find that it seemed to be just an ordinary hot spring inn.

On the table, not only were there drinks, but also a variety of sumptuous dishes, making one's stomach rumble and tempted to feast.

In another room, a bed had already been made up, and all you had to do was lie down and get a good night's sleep.

Everything was prepared here, except for the absence of the hot spring maiden who had prepared them, which seemed quite strange.

However, the five-person team dared not touch the food or the beds here.

However, after a thorough inspection, they found that there were neither monsters nor traps here; it seemed to be just an ordinary hot spring inn.

"Master Shanshan, what should we do now?"

The Onmyoji rubbed the paper fan in his hand and quickly made a decision.

"Let's eat something first, and then continue to search carefully. If we're sure there's no danger in the house, we'll rest here for the night and set off for the castle tower on the mountaintop tomorrow morning."

"Hi!"

The crowd quickly replied.

The five-person team immediately took out their dry rations and bottled water and began to eat.

One of the samurai, with a scar on his face, stared at the exquisite but inedible dishes on the table, his mouth watering.

He took the cookie from his companion and took a bite.

The mouth immediately felt dry and crunchy, almost like eating a clump of sand.

Pooh!

He spat out the biscuit, then picked up a water bottle, gulped down a large mouthful of water, and stood up to walk outside.

His strange behavior immediately caught the attention of his companions.

Where are you going?

The scarred-faced warrior gave a vague reply.

"It's a bit stuffy in here, I'm going out for a walk."

They had thoroughly inspected the hot spring hotel before starting their meal and found nothing unusual about it, so the others just glanced at him and didn't pay much attention.

The scarred samurai left the restaurant and began to stroll around the hot spring inn.

Whoosh!

Unbeknownst to him, he had wandered deep into the hotel and could vaguely hear the sound of water.

Scarface immediately dropped the biscuits and water in his hand, his palm instinctively resting on the hilt of the katana at his waist, and slowly reaching towards the direction from which the sound came.