People in hell, boss four seasons

The acquaintance of Shiji and Bishamonten was purely coincidental, and they knew each other's existence only when they were involved in the same battle to exterminate demons.

Summer nights are full of scorching heat, and there is a lot of people in the city, but the monsters that grow in the dark will not be restrained because of this. They hide in the dark alleys, cling to decadent drunks, and suck the blood of passers-by. Fear and frustration.

In the bustling night market, there will always be frustrated homeless people. They curse the world, complain about their own lives, spend a difficult night in reality and illusion, and go to self-destruction in the cycle.

"In places like this, there are usually only a lot of little monsters. They shouldn't cause a phenomenon of modernization."

Zhao Ma adjusted his glasses, showing a puzzled expression. The information he obtained did not conform to common sense, which made the role of the think tank in the team fall into contemplation.

"If it's just those little monsters, it won't actually cause much impact."

Weak monsters are not enough to cause a wider range of twists and turns, and they will even disappear because of the sudden burst of joy from someone in the crowd.

"Let's confirm for a while."

Bishamonten also felt weird.

"Perhaps it was the monster passing by here, which incidentally triggered a time-sensitive reaction."

Not all monsters will only wander in one place, and a time-changing situation in one place may also be a pure accident.

Looking down from a height to the ground, the brightly lit street market does not show signs of modernization.

In the noisy crowd, the lost little girl was crying on the side of the road, but the people walking in the crowd didn't seem to notice her, such a scene seemed quite weird.

"Hey, kid, what's wrong with you?"

Hiyori was probably the first person to notice her. Accompanied by Aqiu and Sakura, they stopped in front of the octopus balls vendor. Shiji didn't know what he noticed, but hurriedly said a few words to Aqiu before leaving the crowd.

"Sister, I can't find where my mother is..."

The little girl grabbed Hiyori's skirt, sobbing slightly.

"Sister, can sister take me to find my mother?"

Probably because of the sense of security given by Hiyori, the little girl's sobbing stopped slightly.

It was the first time for Hiyori to encounter such a thing in reality. She looked around, squatted down, and faced the little girl in front of her.

"Can you tell my sister what your mother looks like?"

The girl leaned the little girl's head on her shoulder, and gently patted the little girl's back with her right hand to soothe the girl's emotions.

The moment the girl hugged her, the surrounding noise gradually subsided, and the crowd behind her seemed to stop at the same time, the lights above her head flickered, and the monster in the dark revealed its scarlet pupils and poured malice in the direction of the girl.

Just when the girl was about to run away with the girl in her arms, the girl in her arms pushed Hiyori to the ground with some strength, and the rotten half of her cheek showed that she was also a monster.

"Mom—my sister promised me to help me find my mother—"

The surging malice engulfed the girl in an instant, and the huge malice gathered in front of the girl into a huge individual, like a body made of sarcoid tumors. The blue-purple flesh was covered with dense eyes, and they all focused on the girl in front of them at the moment.

"Sister, delicious—"

Countless voices overlapped and crossed into the girl's ears, and the weird scene in front of her was even worse than some products of the soul world. At this moment, the girl realized that she had fallen into the half-demon state of the soul.

Probably pulled into the space created by obsession, the gray mist visible to the naked eye covered the farther streets and alleys, and the places where Hiyori could dodge were quite limited.

The huge tumor continued to roll forward, trying to swallow the pure soul in one gulp.

"Demon, step back!"

The white light and the further green light echoed, the former repelled the monster, and the latter pulled the girl to Siji Yingji's side.

Chapter 369 The Way to Purify the Pollution

"Sister Yingji!"

With a slightly trembling tone mixed with surprise and fear, Hiyori pointed to the repelled sarcoma in the distance, and cast a hopeful look at Shiki. .

"Can you save the devoured little girl?"

The mirror of pure glass is not on the body, and the four seasons can only use Yan Mo's power to bless the eyes, and the eyes penetrate the demon's skin to spy on the truth.

The girl has passively become a part of the sarcoid, and the unconscious dead soul is singing in a low voice, mixed with the evil thoughts of being abandoned by her mother, exuding malice that cannot be ignored towards the girl who was coerced in.

Four Seasons frowned and shook his head. This is not an individual that can be easily divided.

The girl's dead soul had already been embedded in the sarcoma, becoming a part of the demon's body. Different evil thoughts mixed and blended in the sarcoma, and finally converged into the huge monster in front of him.

"Don't give me any hope, as long as this situation is eliminated, it will be the end of her relief."

If you really want to compare it, it can probably be understood as the relationship between Ami, Hajime and Ahqiu. Before Ahqiu was born, Ami and Hajime were still different individuals from each other. It is probably impossible to separate Ami or Hajime from Ahqiu's body.

"Besides, there are other gods intervening this time, and things may not progress as I wish."

Flying long whips and bullets whizzing through the air, dressed in light clothes, maintained a rhythm of attack while dodging, and many artifacts maintained a fairly consistent pace in scheduling.

The sarcoma seemed to be enraged, and let out a frightening roar. Countless hideous faces grew out of the mucus-covered body. On the cheeks corroded by evil thoughts, the empty eye sockets stared blankly ahead. Just seeing such a picture Just enough to make you feel physically ill.

The huge sphere rolled over to Bishamonten, and was entangled by Bishamonten with a whip, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Cut, it's really troublesome."

The figure of the god receded from the smoke and dust, followed by the huge sarcoma, the whip only temporarily strangled its attacking momentum, and after the restraining force disappeared, the sarcoma returned to its original state.

"Master Bishamon, we are approaching the boundary of the enchantment."

The cherry blossom-shaped studs on the earlobes shone slightly, and following his instructions, the lion mount under him stepped on the nearby building and changed direction.

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The green fluorescent light in the distance slid towards the direction of Bishamon. Before the god could take any action, the streamer passed through completely, and the woman and the mount covered the whole body of the sarcoma.

The rule of the trial is an evil urging talisman, the green light suppresses the roar of the sarcoma, and the dark gas volatilizes from the surface of the sarcoma at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Master Bishamon, it is a fluctuation that I have never recorded, but what is certain is that the other party is friendly to us."

The artifact has a wide range of perception, and as an artifact that favors command and coordination, Zhao Ma can even observe that those disgusting sarcoids are rapidly melting and falling off, and finally dissipate in the air.

The flickering fluorescence separated the sarcoma, and dozens of faces of dead souls wailed, and finally left the sarcoma one after another. The demon formed by the undead and obsession fell apart under the anatomy of the four seasons.

The severely eroded dead souls could no longer see their original shapes, their faces were no longer complete and their souls were on the verge of disintegration. Four Seasons had no more intention to save them, and those dead souls shattered.

But for those dead souls that have not been completely corroded, or only part of the soul is contaminated with bad luck, the four seasons are in entanglement, including the girl who was bumped into by Hiyori before.

"The demon uses the girl's figure and memory to show her weakness and hunt down more human beings or pure souls who are obsessed. In my opinion, there is no need to save these dead souls who have been infected with bad luck."

If a pure soul is contaminated with bad luck, it can no longer become a divine weapon. In the eyes of the gods of this world, there is no need for redemption for such a dead soul.

As Bishamonten said, he wanted to clean up these dead souls trapped by the four seasons as usual.

Clang!

Without waiting for Rihe to stop him, Shiji's stick of repentance blocked the path that Bishamon Ten's bullet must pass through. The powerful impact made Yan Mo stagger, but for the time being, he didn't let the bullet penetrate the body left behind by him. Revenant.

"This is the monster I solved, how to deal with it is also my business."

Yan Mo didn't want to talk to the god in front of him, but Hiyori looked worriedly at the gradually awkward atmosphere between the unknown god and the four seasons and seemed a little anxious.

"Master Bishamon, I think we can let the other party try to deal with it first. Our role in this time change is really not the key."

A gentle male voice persuaded Bishamonten, and then the man's figure appeared beside Bishamonten.

"I don't know who the lady is, but our lord is one of the Seven Lucky Gods, Bishamonten."

Zhao Ma reported his name first, which can be regarded as a friendly signal, but also with a hint of threat.

"Siji Yingji is a Yan Mo."

Four Seasons didn't back down because of the other party's identity, the stick of remorse in his hand shone with green light, and in contrast, those controlled dead souls also ignited green cold flames.

The stubborn spots attached to the bad luck are difficult to remove. This is the tenacity endowed by the obsession. The flame and the filth start a unique tug-of-war on the dead souls. Every time the dancing flames remove a little bit of filth, the color of these souls will become brighter.

However, filth is not completely without means of countermeasures. They try to transfer their position through the medium of air or soul or hide in places that are difficult for ordinary people to find, hoping to leave their own fire.

The scorching flame penetrated everywhere, and finally removed all the spots on the soul under the essence of nearly half an hour, and the remaining souls returned to their original state, forgetting their hatred and obsession, and they still have the possibility of reincarnation.

"Master Bishamon, what an amazing technique."

Even the God of War has to admit that the guy in front of him who calls himself "Yan Mo" has done something that no one in this world has been able to do for hundreds of thousands of years, completely purifying a dead soul that has been contaminated with filth.

Four Seasons put the purified souls into the space built into the Rod of Repentance, which is protected by rules, and it is difficult for filth to breed in it. It is also the best place for these souls to go if there is no hell.

All the dead souls were eliminated, and the space made up of obsessions gradually shattered, revealing the scene of the world again. Siji was about to leave when Bishamonten's call came from behind.

"Miss Siji Yingji, how did you achieve this step?"

Chapter 3 Seventy: The Thoughts of Bishamonten

The special space built by the monster's obsession broke with its fall. On the crowded streets, everything was as usual, and no pedestrians felt abrupt and weird because of the few people who suddenly appeared on the road.

Temporalization will blur the perception of most ordinary people. Human beings in this world will not have any impression of what happened in that unknown space just now, even though they should see the grand scene of the battle in a physical sense.

The concept of demons and gods is something mysterious and mysterious.

"That's a rule from hell, a lament for the dead, not a blessing held by the gods."

The underworld and the heavens are originally two extreme concepts. The former represents extinction and death, while the latter is synonymous with blessings and living beings.

"This is a power that the gods cannot understand."

Not far away, Aqiu and Sakura were looking around on the side of the street. Hiyori waved at them, and the two girls walked over through the crowded crowd with a few skewers of freshly baked octopus balls.

"Miss Siji means that you are from Huangquan, right?"

The elegant man pointed to the ground, which is the way people usually express the location of the underworld, thinking that people's cognition of the heavens is also above the sky, but in fact, neither the underworld nor the heavens are located on the same plane as the present world.

"Perhaps it can be understood in this way."

After all, the hell of Gensokyo is also hell.

"In any case, I would like to thank Miss Four Seasons for her help, and I would like to ask a small question, where are the final destinations of those collected dead souls?"

Zhaoma helped the glasses that had slipped off, which was also Bishamonten's most concerned issue, after all, there was no such precedent before.

"After the order of the underworld returns to normal, I will personally send these purified souls into a new cycle."

Yan Mo always has an unshakable persistence in this aspect.

"Since that's the case, Lord Bishamon can rest assured, Miss Four Seasons, let's leave now."

The god sits on the lion incarnate again, and the man's image slowly disappears. Correspondingly, the cherry blossom earrings reappear on Bishamonten's earlobe.

"Siji Yingji? This won't be the last time we meet."

The god leaned over to leave such a sentence, and stared deeply at Yan Mo, who was lost in the sea of ​​people. The lion carried his god jumping between the buildings in the city, and finally disappeared in the clear night sky.

"That kind of power, Zhao Ma, you can feel it too."

The gods are connected with their own artifacts, and their feelings are connected, and Zhaoma, who has the deepest bond with Bishamonten, is naturally no exception.

"Sacred and noble power is absolutely lethal to filth and demons. The flame does not make the body feel hot, but directly acts on the soul, eliminating the cognition of evil thoughts and filth."

For those undead who are not completely corrupted, the ability of the four seasons has unimaginable significance.

"Zhaoma, investigate the identity of Siji Yingji after I go back. I need to confirm her origin, which will affect our future plans."

……

"Hey, the one who left here just now is sister Yingji's friend?"

Sakura said with some regrets, seeing the god riding a lion to climb up the tall building, she had come very quickly, but in the end she was still a step behind.

"That big lion! Is there any chance for Sakura to see it?"

The little girl's expectant eyes made Si Ji feel a little overwhelmed.

"Hey! So just now, you and sister Yingji encountered the 'time change' caused by demons again?"

Ah Qiu on the other side let out a surprised exclamation. After all, he just spent a while at the food stall on the street, and his companion was very unlucky to be attacked by a demon.

"Looking at it this way, it really was easy for Sister Yingji to solve it!"

Aqiu is not worried at all that he and others will be in danger when there are four seasons. The law held by Yan Mo is a complete restraint relationship for those monsters born from evil thoughts.

"However, there was a god who claimed to be Bishamonten who appeared with Miss Four Seasons before. If I'm not mistaken, he is indeed the most powerful martial god among the legendary Seven Lucky Gods."

The girl who was eroded before didn't pay much attention to the god who came suddenly. It wasn't until the conversation between Shiji and the other party's attendant just now that she noticed the name of the god.

"Compared to the image of the wise man like Sugawara Michizane, the god of learning, Bishamonten, the god of war who is also the Seven Lucky Gods, represents absolute force. In this way, it seems that we will meet Bishamon-sama on this occasion. Quite a reasonable thing."

In ancient wars, it was convenient for opposing sides to worship the Martial God before the battle, but in this era, the Martial God's edge is completely directed at demons and filth. Gods love human beings after all. When the battles in the world no longer require excessive force to resolve, the problem of demons has already been raised on the agenda.

"If the matter of Huang Quan is not resolved, there will be no possibility of ending the problem of demons and souls."