You say this is a love game?

What's going on here?

Mina Matsui shrank into the corner in fear, trembling all over.

Just when she was about to collapse, the door was suddenly pushed open.

She looked up.

The one who rushed in was the priest from before.

He stumbled into the house, almost rolling in.

But the priest now looked completely different. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were unfocused, and his lips were trembling. His face no longer held a trace of arrogance or ferocity, but instead was filled with fear. His incongruous haori was stained red with blood, and a hideous wound ripped open on his chest, as if a vulture had torn his ribs.

He was breathing heavily and muttering to himself:

"My Lord, may the Bodhisattva bless you! May the Bodhisattva bless you..."

Before he finished speaking——

Tsk! !

The blade cut through the flesh and severed the cervical vertebrae.

The flash of the knife was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

Before Matsui Mina could even blink, she felt blood splattering like a blooming red lotus.

The priest's head flew high, spun half a circle in the air, and finally fell to the ground with a dull "bang".

An expression of fear was still frozen on that face, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide open, the last scene before death reflected in his pupils, staring straight in the direction of Matsui Mina.

As if belatedly, blood gushed out from the broken part of the priest's neck like a fountain, splashing on the walls, the floor, and even the chandelier on the ceiling, making a dripping sound. The air was instantly filled with a strong and pungent smell of rust.

silence.

There was a brief, suffocating silence.

Mina Matsui's mind went blank and she couldn't even scream.

She could only stare blankly at the headless corpse as it slowly fell to the ground, its limbs twitching a few times before it finally fell into death.

The footsteps outside continued.

A figure walked into the room slowly, his steps steady, his face hidden by a featureless white mask. A six-foot-long dachi floated beside him, and in his hands were two dachis as gleaming as snow, their blades dripping with blood.

He glanced down at the headless body lying on the ground.

"Dedication?"

"Isn't it said that only dedication can bring the children back?"

"Then give it a try by dedicating yourself."

He raised his foot and stepped on the blood on the ground, leaving footprints.

Mina Matsui shrank back in fear until her back pressed against the cold wall and she could no longer retreat.

But this god of death was obviously not targeting her. His eyes swept across the blood on the ground and finally fell on the girl in the corner.

After focusing on the disheveled and pathetic victim for a moment, Mizutani Makoto looked away.

The young man said calmly: "Now that you know what kind of place this is, let's leave here and never believe in this kind of thing again."

There were no priests hiding in the room.

Mizutani Makoto pulled away, and the woman trembled and curled up, but she didn't dare to run away. She just kept moving into the corner, holding her head tightly with both hands, and letting out low whimpers.

In the corridor, the boy straightened the white mask on his face.

This was given by Miyamizu Inaba.

When he was about to rush to the Three Wings Senior Sanatorium, Miyamizu Inaba grabbed his arm, then took out two masks from his coat and told him earnestly that if he was going to meet a lot of people, it was recommended that he wear a mask.

It is hard to say whether the mask can work under the detection of modern technology... But since Miyamizu Inaba thinks it is useful, he will obey it.

He felt that this was the experience of the exorcist.

Fortunately, he did not ask Miyamizu Inaba, otherwise Miyamizu Inaba would tell him that she learned it from TV dramas. Some costume TV dramas that like to kill whole families like to kill people while wearing masks, which should reduce the probability of exposure.

But no matter what, the two of them finally confirmed one thing.

When touching on the topic of cults, the two tacitly chose the wisdom of their ancestors.

After confirming eye contact, I met the right person.

"Hahaha--"

Shuten was laughing.

Chop and kill!

The blood turned into a blade, and the slender blade drew a scarlet trajectory in the air, chopping the human body into pieces in the blink of an eye.

Her pupils glowed scarlet, which was the girl's fighting posture. Although she had always suppressed the ghost blood, the fact that she was half human and half ghost was an established fact, and her fighting tendency would show a violent boiling tendency.

If she were to let go completely, with her current level, she might be able to truly unleash the terrifying physical strength of the ghost clan.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

Killing people is also killing karma.

Upon observation, it's easy to see that Miyamizu Inaba's swordsmanship is entirely unconventional. Her blood blade style is unique, and her swordsmanship has no fixed rules. It's a life-and-death fighting technique honed through her immense strength and three years of demon-slaying experience.

Unlike Makoto Mizutani, she does not possess sufficient swordsmanship theory, nor does she practice kendo like Su Zhen on a daily basis. Her way is much simpler than Makoto Mizutani's - just chop, aim at the person's neck, aim at the person's heart, aim at all the fatal parts of the person.

It is clean and neat, yet also gives people a very wild visual experience.

The bloody blade pierced through the air and pierced through the priest's shoulder in the blink of an eye. Then it slashed downwards, and the priest's entire upper body was cut diagonally. Blood and internal organs spilled on the ground, and it entered the stage that required super assembly.

During the process of beheading people, the girl habitually remained solemn and silent. She didn't say any unnecessary nonsense, but just blindly killed the priests in her sight. But her silence didn't mean Shuten wouldn't speak.

"I've always felt, little rabbit, that your personality is a bit too radical for the humans of this era..."

Miyamizu Inaba finally spoke: "They are not human beings, at most they are a group of beasts."

Miyamizu Inaba lost both her parents three years ago, and she entered the exorcism circle at the age of thirteen.

That is the age when a child's worldview is just beginning to take shape.

While other children were laughing and playing, Miyamizu Inaba was fighting against the violent savagery and murderous intent of the ghost blood again and again. She entered the other side of the unknown world too early, which also caused her to have too much contact with the darkness of the world.

This is the most helpless point - no matter how you avoid it, but monsters, ghost stories... as long as you come into contact with these things for a long time, you will inevitably touch the darkest layer of human nature.

In the past three years, Miyamizu Inaba has witnessed countless tragedies and too much evil. Whether it's ghosts killing people, humans killing people, demons killing people, revenge, curses, betrayal... she's experienced it all. It's these experiences during her youth that have shaped her current, rather extreme, righteous values.

——Evil will be killed.

If Mizutani Makoto's unrestrained character in two lives led to his behavior, then Miyamizu Inaba witnessed too much darkness in her youth, and also suffered tragedy herself, so she embarked on the path of hating evil.

She had killed someone before.

The first time she killed someone was when she was halfway through an exorcism and discovered that the victim she wanted to save was actually the abuser.

She couldn't accept that she had saved such a scum, nor could she tolerate such a heinous guy continuing to live in the world.

At the age of thirteen, she was young and frivolous, full of passion, and she wanted the world to hear her voice.

So, under the gaze of the vengeful spirit, she did not consider the consequences at all, turned around and killed the man she had just protected. There was no way she would let the vengeful spirit escape, so she killed it as well.

At this point all sins cease.

Killing is a very serious matter.

"However, if some people are not killed, they will only cause greater damage to this beautiful world... Like this group of cult members, not to mention they are collaborating with monsters. If they don't die, there will always be a steady stream of victims, people will always be deceived, and there will always be families torn apart."

“The law has no power over them.”

"Only by killing them and severing the chain of cause and effect can this evil be completely eradicated."

She wouldn't say anything about killing karma without killing people.

She didn't care about things like sin and karma. She was just determined to put an end to this evil completely... without leaving any room for it.

So, when Mizutani Makoto solemnly told her that there was evil in this place and he would most likely raze it to the ground, she chose to go with him without hesitation and handed Mizutani Makoto a mask to indicate that this was not the first time she had done such a thing.

Their mutual agreement was to kill the priests, and as for those bewitched believers, they would let them go if possible.

Those who can join the Red Lotus Seed Guard are just pitiful people.

Miyamizu Inaba couldn't do anything to these parents who had lost their children and were kept in the dark... She believed that Mizutani Makoto was the same.

"Beheading people and destroying karma may be considered a righteous act in ancient times, but in this era, it would be considered murder~"

"What a boring era!"

"But it's incredible that you can still find your kind... Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. I always feel that you, little rabbit, have some psychological sequelae. It's the ups and downs of life that have made you like this. It makes sense."

"What's with that guy? He's obviously related to the Inari God, yet he's so hateful and vengeful... Wow, I can't understand it. You can't say he's just naturally indifferent to killing, right?"

"Forget it, forget it. It's too much trouble to think about it. It's more important for you two to live a good life than anything else... Wow, why are you looking at me? You're concentrating on killing people, do you want to kill me too? I'm just saying one thing to you, but now I understand. No wonder you get along so well, the sense of distance is just right, this is truly an incredible fate~"

During the conversation, the entire corridor was almost covered with blood.

This sanatorium is very high-end, covering a vast area and even having more than one building. The atrium looks like a park at first glance, and it has all the necessary facilities. It is simply extravagant.

Therefore, Mizutani Makoto and Miyamizu Inaba needed to separate, each heading in a different direction, intending to search for the monster hiding there.

When entering the sanatorium, Miyamizu Inaba did smell a demonic aura in the air, and there was more than one.

But now, she hasn't met him yet.

That is to say, I saw some ordinary priests...

Miyamizu Inaba estimated that she had killed a total of sixteen people. There were not as many priests in this place as she had imagined. It might also be that it was late at night and not all priests were in the sanatorium.

In fact, there are very few believers.

Most of those who are still in the sanatorium at this time are interest groups... The victims are a minority, they are the believers who were deceived and spent a lot of money to buy a place in this sanatorium and "practice" here.

Now, they are also one of the few witnesses who have witnessed the arrival of the masked judge, wielding his blade and reaping lives like the god of death.

"Why do you two have to live in modern times?"

"Oh, how wonderful it would be if you lived in my era. I feel like my era is truly suitable for you. Maybe you could even leave a significant mark in history... and then you'd be a murderous slayer, killing people wherever you go."

"Then I'll chop you down first."

Shuten's words were really dense.

Miyamizu Inaba stopped him impatiently, but suddenly stopped.

The tip of the nose trembled slightly.

The evil aura in the air became stronger and stronger.

She turned around suddenly and found a head popping out from the stairs where she came from.

It was a man's head, his face covered with wrinkles and age spots, and he looked to be in his seventies or eighties.

"Huh? She's actually a young girl?"

Gong Shui Daoyu clenched the bloody blade in his hand.

As she watched, the cloak slowly emerged from the stairs.

The man's head was the first to emerge, followed by his broad shoulders and bloated torso. He was draped in an extremely large, long black cloak, almost completely concealing his entire body. Only his eyes flickered with an eerie light at the end of the dim corridor.

It looks like a lamp, but also like a ghostly fire.

"I didn't expect there would be an unexpected gain."

The old man's head whispered, its voice low and hoarse, with a twisted pleasure, as if it was enjoying the last moment of its prey's struggle.

As soon as he finished speaking, his cloak suddenly spread out, like some giant creature spreading its wings, stirring up a fishy wind.

Gong Shui Daoyu's pupils shrank.

That's not a human hand at all.

Under the cloak, stretched out was a pair of huge wings, the feathers were as black as ink and as hard as blades.

The old man's entire body was also exposed. It had the body of a giant bird, covered with black feathers, but on its neck was the head of an old human, with ferocious facial features, cracked lips, and a deep light burning in its eyes that seemed not to belong to this world.

There's no need for Shuten to explain it to her.

Miyamizu Inaba immediately frowned and recognized the monster in front of him.

"Yinmoro ghost...why is there a Yinmoro ghost here?"