I, the lord of ghost stories

After the old man led him here, he hurried to another place, but in a blink of an eye, the figure disappeared.

All came here as real bodies, wearing the clothes they had on the ship.

At this time, they didn't say a word, and listened quietly to the warning.

There are weeds growing on the open space, piled up some wood, cement pipes, and some scattered piles of yellow sand river stones, which seem to be left over from the construction site in the past.

Kinoshita Myojin randomly found a corner, and saw a middle-aged man in leather armor, glanced at him coldly, and continued talking.

"Since the last one has just arrived, I will repeat the previous key points."

"Listen well, no matter what you do or what abilities you have, you must listen carefully now. This is related to your purpose of coming here and your life."

"There are monsters outside the town, hunt them down and give you credit.

You need at least one hundred ordinary monsters to achieve your goal. "

"Ordinary monsters are heartless and irrational. If they are killed, polluted blood will flow out, but they cannot be easily contaminated, otherwise it will be very troublesome to purify...it needs to consume merit."

"A small number of monsters have partial human form and wisdom. They cannot be underestimated. They are usually the leader of the monsters."

"The ones we have encountered so far are all dispatched in groups, and you should try not to be alone."

"Very few, very few will encounter, armored sergeants, that is not comparable to polluted monsters, you must rely on the heroic guards!"

The old man's expression was very serious, and he solemnly warned.

"From now on, you are the temporary non-staff members of the town guard."

"Whether you are samurai, ninja or onmyoji, you are now non-staff members of the guard until you die here, or you leave here."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the back door of the big red brick house near the open space opened, and hundreds of well-trained guards in armor rushed over.

The sharp blade of the steel spear glowed with a cold light. Although there were only hundreds of people, there was a sense of chilling in their actions.

Persecuted by this breath, the complexions of these people changed slightly.

"Start now, award the nameplate!"

The middle-aged man took down a black iron nameplate that looked like a pin from a tray held by a soldier, walked over one by one, and put it on their chests.

Kinoshita Myojin noticed that after the nameplate was worn, a little white light flashed, and then the serial number appeared.

When it was his turn, he hesitated, and saw the middle-aged man laughing:

"Young man, do you regret it? Don't want to take the risk?"

"Ji Yang has something to say first, you can go or stay as you like at any time.

Repent at this time, we will send you away and return to this world. "

"How? Do you want to leave?"

"The awarding of the nameplate is temporary, but it is also expendable."

"If you don't leave now, if you want to leave after the nameplate is awarded, at least three monsters must be eliminated, which offsets the cost of staying here and back."

"Have you thought about it clearly?"

Kinoshita Myojin gritted his teeth and nodded:

"Please grant the nameplate!"

"If this is the one and only adventure in my life, if I miss this time, I will still be just an ordinary onmyoji when I go back empty-handed.

Even if I have a little talent, I have worked hard all my life, and I can almost see the bottom at a glance-it is just the bottom of the struggle, and if I climb up a little bit, it may not even revive the family business. "

"If that's the case, I can't even forgive myself."

"Instead of giving up and going back and regretting for the rest of my life, it's better to fight here!"

"What if I didn't die here!"

At this time, his mind also changed.

The entrustment of Mochizuki's family is, in the final analysis, just giving money, but the collection of the gods is not just property.

Secret tome, treasure, knowledge.

Perhaps, the road to revival of the Kinoshita family is in his hands.

As long as one can obtain even one secret secret, one can revitalize a small Onmyoji family.

This should have been possible through generations of hard work and an elusive bit of luck.

There was fire in Kinoshita Myojin's eyes.

Among the people who were traveling together, some were unwilling to stay and chose to leave.

A ray of white light hung from the sky, and those people were teleported away.

You can vaguely see the process of the beam of light forming, transmitting, and disappearing.

"They left!"

"The rest of you, follow me out of town!"

The middle-aged man nodded and told them:

"You are not full-fledged members of the guard, and you haven't been through in the past, so you are not suitable for joining the army."

"We will lead the team to clear the town outside, you follow, adapt to the situation, and cooperate with us."

"After the war, the results that belong to you will be counted separately."

After that, the sound of footsteps was heard, and hundreds of soldiers left the town along the main road.

The farther you go, the dense fog makes it impossible to see anything.

However, it seems that this time is different.

Silently followed, wherever the guards went, it seemed that the fog was cooperating.

There is a faint luster on the nameplate, and the onmyojis who notice this are all aware of it.

'This fog should be the town's means of protection. '

When you come to one place, the way is over.

It seems to be a steep cliff, and the bottom is almost an abyss.

Through the misty clouds, you can roughly see the bottom of the valley surrounding the town.

You can vaguely hear the sound of waves coming from below.

'Is this town an island?'

If it is an island, the island cannot be considered small.

In the mist, some bizarre alien monsters suddenly pounced.

The monster headed by it is a gray mist, with abstract limbs and a shapeless head, and the back half of the body is fog.

The latter ones are even more incomplete in shape, and some are even just a cloud of mist with a vague outline.

As soon as these monsters appeared, they were discovered by the guards.

But not everyone moved, only a few peripheral guards raised their hands, raised their spears, and pierced.

With a stab and a pull, he swung his knife to meet him.

The moment of contact, cut off these monsters.

At the severed gap, there was boiling smoke, with a burning breath. These mist shadows were constantly twisting and churning, and finally the mist dissipated, and a cold breath came out.

Ding Dong, some polluted spear points, iron pieces, rusty and stained, fell to the ground.

"Look, this is the lowest-level monster - the fog monster."

"It's just that the mist has been polluted by a little bit of alien force scattered outside, forming monsters with only instincts, and it's not difficult to solve."

"For your sake, only hunt this kind of fog monster. The danger is very low. If there are ten of them, they will get 0.1 combat achievements."

"It can be exchanged for water and room and board for one person."

"Occasionally there will be some dropped things, which are relics from past battlefields, and they can be recycled in the town."

Then, they found out the polluted earth monsters and wood monsters and demonstrated them one by one.

The onmyojis quickly grasped the key points.

The onmyoji who manipulated Guanhu was playing the bamboo whistle, and the eyes of the slender Guanhu lit up red, and several fog monsters froze in place and began to bite each other.

The onmyoji who manipulated the resentful infants chanted spells and trapped several monsters with spells.

Kinoshita Myojin looked at it, and recruited several rows of shikigami, some with knives, spears, and shields, all made of paper-cut, surrounded the monster clinging to the mud and rocks, and hacked randomly.

Most of the onmyojis don't fight like samurai. They mainly summon shikigami, supplemented by various techniques, and the effect looks pretty good.

Accompanied by the monster being strangled continuously, it fell to the ground, rolled over, and finally the gray mist evaporated.

In the air, traces of inexplicable power are disappearing, gray air is decreasing, and light is increasing.

Although the magnitude of the change is negligible, there is still a slight improvement trend.

In the mist outside the town, there is a faint red light shining through.

In the Dragon Palace, through the main hall, Qianyu Qianxue sighed silently as she watched the changes in Changshi.

Although there are these foreign new forces joining, their number is too small, and they are not very suitable for this kind of battle... The purification speed of the pollution force has a limited improvement efficiency.

The environment of Changshi is still slowly deteriorating, so Qianyu Qianxue, who is Ji Jun, has to be summoned.

Only by going there in person and suppressing it with the attitude of a god can this trend be stopped.

"Grandma Fang, guard this place carefully. If there are foreigners, please come back later."

"Well, I don't really want him to see that."

Qianyu Qianxue said in a low voice.

Then it turned into a red light, passed through the invisible boundary membrane, and entered somewhere.

Everlasting.

The sky is gray, lightning is intertwined under the lead cloud, the heavy rain slaps the ground with icy chill, the turbid water flows along the texture of the floor tiles, the trees tremble in the torrential rain, and the strong wind sweeps the leaves into the turbid flow.

Under the withered trees on the side of the road, inside the rusty and dilapidated newsstand.

A few stacks of new books that exude a faint smell of ink wrapped in plastic film, in a small secret cabinet, a dead body is curled up in a narrow space, dry blood and tears ooze from a pair of dark eye sockets on a shriveled face. Muscle atrophy.

"A copy of this morning's paper."

A clear and pleasant voice sounded.

"Chenghui 100 yen", the corpse carefully handed over a newspaper that was intact and not wet.

Qianyu Qianxue's black hair was tied into a ponytail, and she was wearing a school uniform. She yawned and waved to the bus: "Don't go, wait for me."

The driver of the bus is an irregular cloud of black mist.

The car as a whole has an old feeling that is almost falling apart. There are layers of rust on the metal surface, and the glass is dirty, covered with gray finger marks and dark red stains.

And there were still a few figures sitting in the car. They looked no different from ordinary people, and their clothes were also different, but their movements were very consistent and they slowly waved out the window.

Chapter 210 Purification

Hearing her call, the driver immediately stopped the car and slowly reversed along the road.

The driver drove carefully, avoiding the sewage on both sides of the street.

The sewage that was not stirred up by the vehicle splashed on the girl standing on the pavement tiles.

The door opened slowly.

"Welcome distinguished guests, take this train, and you will arrive at Mitian Middle School in front of you."

Chiba Chiyuki's school uniform was clean and tidy, she held the newspaper in a good mood, and boarded the bus.

The moment she stepped on the bus, a pale white light appeared, and the whole bus was completely new.

The bright and tidy compartment, the polished blue seats.

The radiant uncle driver and the pedestrians in the car all put on neat and clean clothes, with joy from the inside out.