Zongman: Daily Exorcism, Eight Wonders Rewarded at the Beginning

But ~

Hikigaya doesn't have the thick skin of Zaimokuza Yoshiki.

I just met Chi Feicheng today, and he dared to kneel down and beg for help.

Hikigaya has never possessed such courage and shamelessness.

Chi Feicheng was too lazy to pay attention to the fat man.

He didn't even accept the talented little midnight snack, and at most gave him occasional guidance, let alone the unprepossessing fat man in front of him.

"Get out of the way, the real boss is about to come out."

After taking a quick glance at Zaimokuza, who was wearing glasses, Chi Feicheng turned his gaze back to the end of the corridor.

A ray of light appeared there, but it didn't feel bright at all, instead it revealed a sense of gloom.

Suddenly~

A man holding a drawing board and an oil pen appeared in front of Chi Feicheng and others.

He walked down the long corridor with no rhythm at all.

With fancy clothes and disheveled hair, he looked like a hippie performing on the street.

"My work is not good? Why do you want to destroy it?"

The man had a playful smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and contained a hint of crazy murderous intent.

Chi Feicheng shrugged: "You killed all the people in the painting, right?"

The man laughed and said, "Some were killed during my lifetime, and some were killed after my death, like that pale head. He was my first creation..."

"I was at a very low point in my life at the time. My inspiration was drying up and I couldn't even finish a single painting. How dare that guy say I had run out of ideas?"

"Haha, it wasn't until I chopped off his head that I realized how easy it is to get inspiration!"

Zaimokuza Yoshiki's eyes widened. "So, just to find inspiration, you killed so many people?"

He is also a creative person. Although his novels were once criticized as worthless by Hikigaya Hachiman, he never gave up his dream.

There were times when he couldn't find inspiration, but Zaimokuza Yoshiki had never had such extreme thoughts.

It is totally incomprehensible why the other party would become a murderer just for something as intangible as inspiration.

The man laughed. "What's the big deal? They can dedicate themselves to art, which is a great honor. Only by becoming perfect paintings can their value be fully realized."

"madman!"

This is Hikigaya Hachiman's evaluation of the ghost in front of him.

Whether in life or death, the other party was a complete lunatic.

"Indeed." Chi Feicheng nodded. "It just so happens that I also know a little guy who likes to draw. You two might get along very well."

"Really?" The playful man was slightly taken aback. "Then I'd really like to get to know you better."

"Be full, the eclipse is forbidden to the Black Ashura!"

Chi Feicheng's mind moved.

A thin figure appeared in the corridor.

Ashura held a pencil and a sketchbook, staring coldly at the man in front of him.

At this moment, in his eyes, that person suddenly turned into his stepmother.

"Swish..."

The pencil slid madly across the sketchbook.

An abstract little man wearing a round-cornered hat suddenly appeared on the sketchbook.

"Ok?"

The man didn't understand why, but suddenly he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"What are you drawing?"

The man spoke subconsciously, his hands moving quickly.

As the canvas in his hand turned over, ghostly shadows crawled out from it.

Obviously, Chi Feicheng didn't destroy all of them just now, and the man still had some stock in his hands.

"Go ahead, Ashura."

Chi Feicheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with the painter.

I don't even want to know about this perverted past.

Ashura nodded slowly, and his right hand holding the pencil began to move again.

As a professional mother-hunter, he always takes action and never bullies.

"..."

In silence.

The painter standing across the corridor suddenly had his head exploded and turned into a ball of black mist.

"So powerful! Is this the immortal's imperial spirit?"

Zaimokuza Yoshiteru's eyes lit up.

Maybe he knew that this was one of his own.

He does not care at all whether the Asura (bgeh) is a human or a ghost.

Instead, he looked at the other person with interest.

Just when the other person turns his head.

After seeing Ashura's eyes filled with black blood.

Zaimokuza Yoshiki shuddered suddenly.

"Another one. How many imperial spirits does Chi Sang have?"

Hikigaya Hachiman muttered quietly, with a strong curiosity in his eyes.

Plus Sadako and Ayanako.

He had already seen Chi Feicheng's three spirits.

It’s really hard to guess how much the other party has in his hands?

Suddenly, a sneer echoed in the empty corridor.

"Interesting. Can you cast a curse just by drawing on a notebook? It's really hard to guard against!"

One of the evil spirits still lingering in the corridor transformed into black mist and quickly landed on the man's neck.

In the blink of an eye, a new head grew out.

"Hmm? These spirits have become a part of you?"

Chi Feicheng exclaimed in surprise.

I feel that the man in front of me is a bit like the evil-turned suicide boy.

The only difference is that the painter's spirits are independent individuals, and killing them would be a bit strange.

I guess it has something to do with his evil lair.

"In that case, let's destroy all the spirits!"

Chi Feicheng had a faint smile on his face.

A flick of the finger!

A ball of golden light transformed into countless bullets, accurately hitting every spirit except the painter.

The spirits under his command always need to fight in order to grow, and Asura still lacks experience.

"Unforgivable! Damn it! How dare you ruin my perfect masterpiece!"

The painter put away his playful smile.

He glared fiercely at the high school student in front of him.

That kind of madness and insanity.

It seems that he completely lacks the intelligence that a special-grade person should have.

It seems that until now...

The painter has not yet realized the gap in strength between himself and Chi Feicheng.

At this moment, he just wanted to tear the man in front of him into pieces.

Asura obviously wouldn't give him this opportunity.

Lost all souls.

It means the painter only has one life left.

Now that the doodle has landed in Ashura's sketchbook.

The painter is doomed to die.

Chi Feicheng did not continue to pay attention to these.

Because a wonderful reminder sound has already sounded in my mind.

Even after Asura made the painter into meatballs and ate them, he was still counting his gains.

A painter worth twenty-three thousand, plus other miscellaneous spirits.

Chi Feicheng now has more than 80,000 strange points.

If you save up a little more, you can upgrade two level seven skills.

Watching the hotel corridor return to normal, and the occasional classmates hurriedly escaping from their rooms with terrified faces...

Chi Feicheng knew that the reversal of the Yin-Yang Ghost Cave this time was definitely different from before.

After all, this hotel has been around for many years. Even if something happened in the past, it was probably only occasional, not as fierce as it is now, like a hundred demons parading at night.

Something must have changed in this hotel, leading to the bizarre and full-scale riot.

"Could it be that I have a death-like constitution, causing trouble wherever I go?"

As soon as the thought arose in his mind, it was strangled in the cradle by Chi Feicheng.

I am an upright person, so how could I have a physique that brings disaster?

Accident! It was all just an accident!

[Chapter 189] Kirisu Mafuyu, hanged ghosts and galls!

"Hiratsuka-sensei, what was that just now?"

A female teacher with long cherry-red hair followed Hiratsuka Shizuka tremblingly with her arms folded across her chest, disbelief still lingering in her azure eyes.

"Teacher Kirisu, you teach history, so you should be familiar with myths from around the world, right? What we just saw... was a hanged ghost!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked normal.

After seeing the strangeness of the Nature Park and Senda Tunnel.

Her endurance increased exponentially.

So when a hanging woman suddenly appeared from the ceiling of the room.

She instinctively pulled another teacher and quickly escaped.

Shizuka Hiratsuka was well aware that she had no ability to deal with the weirdness.

The only thing you can do is run as far away as possible.

Although I don’t understand why the hotel, which is fine during the day, becomes gloomy at night.

But Shizuka Hiratsuka knew one thing, that now she had no choice but to find Chi Feicheng to exorcise the spirit as soon as possible.

"Hang, hanged ghost?"