People in hell, boss four seasons

The baby in the stroller burst into tears, which made the atmosphere at the station even worse. Conflicts had even begun to break out in the corners, with a faint tendency to turn into bloody conflicts.

"Just add a little bit of material, and they will continue to have negative emotions themselves."

The situation of the police who maintained order was gradually difficult. Not only did they fail to persuade several incidents, but they were also attacked by unknown sources, which made them somewhat annoyed.

The trains have not arrived, and the arrival time of the trains on the display board hanging above the head has been delayed again and again. The noisy crowd is like a powder keg that is constantly stuffed with explosives, and it only takes a spark to completely ignite it.

"So, I can't handle this situation."

Ethereal bells sounded from all around, and the penetrating ring could be heard through a thick wall.

The noisy crowd didn't seem to hear the sudden bell, however, as the bell blew past, the "battlefields" where conflicts were happening inexplicably began to calm down, and the power of resentment was rapidly withdrawing, which made the self-righteous demons feel panic just now.

"However, let's just say it's another wonderful use of the crystal holy bell. I didn't expect a mage like the great sage to have such a collection suitable for the priesthood."

The man spoke words that the demon could not understand and slowly stepped into its field of vision. The bell dangling in his hand exuded divine light, completely suppressing the evil thoughts caused by the demon around him.

Chapter 382 The Dark Underworld

In the dimension where people can't notice the overlap with reality, the monsters that escaped from the underworld are being quickly wiped out.

"Miss, wait a moment!"

The lion running fast in the sky stopped on the wide roof, and Zhao Ma decisively stopped the next journey.

"The demon's reaction...disappeared again."

This is already the number of incidents that happened today. It is often still on the road, and the time has disappeared inexplicably. When you arrive at the scene, you can only see remnants floating in the air, which is the proof of the existence of monsters.

Different from the monsters born on the ground, the monsters fleeing from the underworld have quite a lot of different characteristics, which is why Zhaoma can accurately locate the opponent's location.

"Someone is cleaning up the sequelae of the opening of the wind point more efficiently than us."

Zhao Ma showed her human body and helped her mirror frame.

It took half a day to clean up four inconspicuous locations, and most of them were cut off by unknown guys. Although I saved a lot of thought, the dignity of the gods made Bishamon feel uncomfortable.

"Miss, in the northeast direction, there is a time-changing phenomenon very close to us. Visually, it is the monster that fought with us last night."

Zhao Ma's ability to track and control is superb.

"You don't need to say, I have already seen that the one who can escape from us is indeed a difficult guy."

The place where two buildings are separated can clearly see the black mist spreading outwards, and the phenomenon of time-changing is particularly obvious, and it even faintly has the meaning of engulfing the entire building.

"Sleepy, go over there!"

Bishamonten put Zhaoma away, patted the body under him, and jumped towards the place where Shihua happened.

……

"This time it's the anxiety-causing monster?"

The spacious office building is already in chaos. Looking in through the glass, anxiety is constantly spreading from the lower floors to the upper floors.

Although the demons spread only the concept at the beginning of their birth, for the sake of convenience, Wen Yao intends to use anxiety as a generalization of their characteristics.

Anxiety started from some small things, and then continued to spread outward due to the noisy voice and the atmosphere of the environment, followed by endless quarrels, and the originally insignificant contradictions were punctured one by one, eventually triggering a larger scale. dispute.

The monster that spreads anxiety is not easy to find. Unlike the "anger" or "jealousy" that were dealt with before, Wen Yao can only see purple smoke in the air. These smoke, which humans cannot see, are the catalysts for monsters to affect humans.

At least in terms of wisdom, the monster hiding somewhere is not of the same order of magnitude as the monster he encountered before.

Wen Yao tried to shake the crystal holy bell in his hand, the ripples of the bell stopped deepening after encountering the purple mist, but spread in the opposite direction. These seemingly illusory mist seemed to be real.

Trying to push the wind into the open window, the mist quickly diluted and returned to its original state after a while.

The quarrel is intensifying, and the fierce emotions make each individual among them a source of purple mist. It has developed to such a point that the monsters don't even need to show up, and relying on those already irritable humans can continue to harvest enough negative will, and the situation is becoming more and more difficult to control.

Under the cover of the purple mist, the weak monsters lie on the shoulders of humans and start eating. They guide people's subconsciousness, further induce deeper anxiety, and make this vicious circle more difficult to destroy.

"It's really troublesome. I wonder if the local gods have a better way?"

The body attached to the glass curtain wall turned gracefully, and the next second, Wen Yao appeared on the top of the office building, facing the god on the lion from afar.

"What's your opinion, Miss Bishamon?"

……

Most of the fleeing monsters on the ground have been cleaned up, but Huang Quan's progress is still slow, the wooden oars cut through the waves, and the deep cave is full of space swallowed by darkness at a glance.

The light and fire on the boat are maintained by the four seasons, and only the sound of wooden oars paddling reverberates in the cave.

"It's hard to imagine why a good hell has become like this."

The wooden paddle that has not rotted for a thousand years has a tendency to faintly turn black, and the malice in the flowing water is gnawing at the wooden paddle. The gnawing of just a few hours is even worth hundreds of thousands of years of erosion in the Santu River.

"After I go back this time, Master Siji must remember to apply for a new set of equipment for me. I probably won't be able to use this boat and oars."

Komachi shook the tool in his hand, and the power of the god of death injected into it along the wooden oars, forming a layer of light blue film around the hull. This is the authority granted by the will of hell to the god of death, and it is also the most practical weapon for the god of death to harvest sin and malice.

"However, how do I feel that this river has no end."

Komachi's ability is also applicable here. The ability to manipulate the distance is unreasonable and cannot be used in another world. In essence, these abilities are more conceptual than substantial, so the actual results will not change because of different worlds.

Siji's expression gradually became serious. From the time he left the safe foothold and entered the river, the scenery on both sides did not change. Although the darkness swallowed most of the scene, with the light of the fire, Siji could barely see some of the surrounding scenery clearly.

"Komachi, stop the boat first..."

The wooden oars no longer slide, but lie flat on the hull.

The stick of repentance ignited a flame, dispelling the surrounding darkness. With the expansion of the aperture, the walls that originally obstructed the line of sight on both sides also completely disappeared, and instead appeared in a farther place.

The river suddenly turned into a lake, and Death's boat was now more like a rootless duckweed floating on the water.

"Gods from another world..."

A voice of unknown origin echoed on the empty water surface, and a trace of weakness could not be concealed under the old voice.

"Stop working in vain, you won't be able to get out of the trap carefully arranged by me."

Maliciousness is weaving illusions, darkness overwhelms the flame of the stick of repentance, and the depths of the underworld once again fall into darkness.

Chapter 383 This Is Not Where She Wanted To Come

"Master Four Seasons? Master Four Seasons?"

Komachi's calling sounded in his ear, Shiki felt dizzy for a while, and his heavy eyes barely opened.

Familiar hell, familiar right and wrong hall.

Spread out on the table is a pile of lists of undead, which are clearly divided into two piles, one of which is the undead sent to the underworld to reincarnate, and the other part needs to stay in hell temporarily to receive punishment, and can only be sent to the next life after the sins are washed away.

"Komachi, where are we? What time is it?"

Subconsciously blurted out the question.

But this kind of question is very strange. What catches the eye is the familiar right and wrong, and the work of hell is the least concerned about time.

Yan Mo has long been used to a life without day and night. Only when preaching routinely, Four Seasons will pay attention to the time of the day. After all, even preaching needs a suitable time.

My mind was empty, and Shiji couldn't figure out what he had forgotten.

But it must be something important, Yan Mo is sure.

"Komachi, do you have any plans for today?"

Four Seasons shook his head, no longer thinking about other distracting thoughts, the neat documents on the table probably have already completed today's work.

She was lying on the chair, carefully recalling the memory before she fell asleep, but there was only darkness in her mind.

Does it look like you've been too tired lately?

"All the undead who have passed the trial have gone where they should go..."

Komachi yawned a lot, dragging the heavy scythe on the ground, Komachi slowly held it on his shoulders, the red-eyed and red-haired girl with twin ponytails still looked sluggish.

"If Master Siji has nothing to do, I'm going back to sleep."

Komachi's daily life is mostly just work and sleep, plus going to Gensokyo's proprietress from time to time to invite a pot of sake and a few skewers of barbecue. Four Seasons has caught her there more than once, but it is at most a lecture, no There are too many penalties.

Santuchuan's work is really not interesting, and Yan Mo will not have too many demands on the death of his subordinates.

The aftermath of drowsiness slowly subsided, and the impression before falling asleep appeared in my mind.

"So it's because you've been too tired recently?"

In my impression, I seemed to have been sitting in the chair of the referee until the trial of the undead lined up at the bottom was over, and I fell asleep while sorting out the relevant files.

Although there will be no physical disease, Yan Mo cannot completely ignore mental fatigue. High-intensity work will also make Yan Mo tired, and a certain amount of rest is necessary.

The sound of Komachi's footsteps disappeared in the distance, and no "people" would come in the empty hall for a short time. Four Seasons stood up, pushed the chair behind him a few steps back, turned around and picked up the stick of repentance on the table, and put the mirror of pure glass into his sleeve. After doing these things, the girl returned the referee's position, leaving it to Yan Mo, who will succeed her.

The Santu River was flowing quietly, and the four seasons stood on the shore in a daze. The long career of Yan Mo made it difficult for her to have time to relax her tense nerves. The day-to-day work made her feelings a little numb.

The river water began to turn yellow and black in the gradually blurred vision, and then stink. There were monsters that had never been seen in the waves. Four Seasons rubbed his eyes in horror. There was still a calm river in front of him. The gods of death were driving the boats. The next batch of undead arrived on the other side.

Was that just a hallucination?

Siji didn't dare to confirm, she felt that her current state was very strange, she could still drive the power of the law, but she didn't really feel it.

"Maybe I should visit Gensokyo."

Yayi Yonglin, or Hakurei Priestess, or Yakumo Zi, although the relationship between Shiji and them is neither salty nor weak, they are all people who can speak for the time being.

Originally wanted to leave hell from the direction of the underworld, but after a moment of hesitation, he decided to cross the Santu River, and randomly took a ship of a god of death to the present world, and that hazy feeling came over his face again.

It wasn't until the ship docked that Siji came back to her senses. She could faintly detect some abnormality, but she still needed to verify it.

The ghost market is still bustling, and the way of Zhongyou is connected to the mountain of monsters. Yan Mo, who passed by the Wuyuan Tomb, looked at the falling cherry blossoms, and suddenly realized that it was already afternoon.

In the quiet magical forest, the boss of Xianglintang has disappeared. This forest should not be so quiet. Four Seasons thoughtfully continued to walk along the familiar and unfamiliar road.

Renli is the only way to go, and I didn't see Kamishirasawa Huiyin and Fujiwara Meihong, which somewhat disappointed the four seasons.

Going up the gentle mountain road, the torii gate of Hakurei Shrine came into view. Suika Ibuki on the roof jumped off the eaves seeing the arrival of the four seasons. In the courtyard of the shrine, Hakurei Miko was cleaning the fallen leaves all over the ground.

Cuixiang danced in front of Hakurei Miko, and was caught by Siji who happened to walk up the last step, but Siji didn't intend to preach to the other party.

Reimu was not the ancestor of Hakurei who cleaned the fallen leaves in the courtyard, which made Shiji a little confused. She was sure that she had not misremembered the change of Hakurei Miko.

"Reimu, isn't Hakure here?"

What the four seasons want to confirm can only be told by the ancestors.

"Hakurei? Isn't Hakurei Miko just me?"

Lingmeng looked at Yan Mo in front of her with some doubts. If the person in front of her was not Shiki Eihime, she even felt that the other party might have come to the shrine to find fault.

"If you're talking about Grandma, she's been dead for a long time."

The girl's voice was flat, without too many ups and downs.

The air pressure at the scene was inexplicably cold, and Cuixiang was afraid that she would be lectured, but she didn't dare to leave without authorization, so she could only hide far away.

"Maybe I'm remembering wrong."

Shiki calmly turned and left the Hakurei Shrine.

This is not where she's coming from.

Chapter 384 Suggestion from the Sage of the Moon

"Master Four Seasons... Doesn't seem to be the same as usual?"

Cuixiang watched Yan Mo leave the shrine from a distance, and then she walked out of the shrine. She gently fiddled with the bow behind Lingmeng, and looked suspiciously at the path down the mountain.

"Otherwise, does Cuixiang hope that Master Siji will give you a lecture so that he can feel at ease?"

Reimu dumped the piles of fallen leaves under the tree, buried them slightly with soil, and formed a small bag. These fallen leaves will become the nutrients for the trees in the coming year.

The girl still had a nonchalant look on her face.

"Okay, Cuixiang, you stay here and look at the shrine first, I have something to do, I may not be back in the afternoon!"

Miko soars through the sky with ease.

Yan Mo's reaction finally made the shrewd maiden feel some kind of uneasiness.

Regarding the memory of Grandma, Reimu only freezes the night when she was alone in that shrine. When Zi Yakumo came to visit the next day, all she saw was Grandma's body that had lost all vitality.

Afterwards, the girl is already vague, but this does not mean that Reimu is completely unaware of what happened.