Why are there only loser heroines around me?

Mao Li couldn't help but say, "Brother Ukyo, isn't this your assistant? It turns out you also made arrangements in advance."

Ukyo didn't know how to respond.

Yanami was chewing pork bones and noodles with a big smile on his face.

Ukyo dialed her number, and the phone screen on the table lit up at this moment. Yanaijian bit off the noodles and answered the phone, then touched the back of his head with a smile and said, "Sorry, President, I was a little hungry, so I came in first."

"It's okay." Youjing said, "Actually, I wasn't waiting for you at the door."

"What I'm going to say next is very important, so you must listen carefully."

Ukyo said, "Do you have a sword?"

"Bring it."

Yanami's divine sword was leaning on the edge of the table. She did not enter through the main gate, but instead used her excellent arm strength to climb over the wall, bypass the inspection, and successfully brought the sword in.

"Very good," Ukyo said. "At your three o'clock position, that's our target this time. Once he finishes his large portion of ramen, he'll reveal his true form. You're the closest person to him, so you'll likely be his target. Now listen to me... pretend nothing happened and leave the store normally. Keep your phone open. When I tell you to draw your sword, ignore everything else and use the 'Flush Technique' from the Nine Forms and Thirteen Swords to sweep behind you."

Before Yanami could digest what had just happened, she heard Ukyo say, "Draw your sword!"

She immediately drew out the flat sweep, using the "flicking technique" among the nine forms and thirteen swords. The teacher at the sword gym said that she was gifted and had already reached the second stage level, but her moves were still all fancy and lacked actual combat practice. However, her flicking movements were standard and capable. Even if they were just fancy moves, they were still a beautiful flower and an exquisite frame.

The blade of the divine sword swept across little Miroku's belly, and white fat overflowed from the gap created by the blade like cream. The white and yellow fat made Yanaijian regret eating the bowl of noodles just now. The fat was so greasy that she could vomit out everything she had eaten today.

Yoshiki, who could see the true form of ghosts, was shaking constantly. She was calm and composed just a few minutes ago, unlike her peers. Her legs were trembling slightly, and thanks to Ukyo holding her from behind, she didn't fall.

Jiashu's lips twitched, "Its true form has gone inside the body!"

Mao Li didn't understand what this meant, but he knew he had to take action.

The sentries hiding in the dark simultaneously took out their guns and poured salt-filled bullets at little Maitreya. There was no ban on shooting today, so they could shoot to their heart's content.

The owner of the ramen shop was actually one of the secret sentries. He had a jet water gun in his hand, and with the corners of his lips raised, he shot all the holy water in the water bag onto "Little Maitreya".

However, the damage caused by salt-filled bullets is almost negligible. The thick layer of grease completely absorbs the kinetic energy of the bullets. This is not the force-removing effect that human fat can achieve. The holy water that the Slant people fear has no effect on it.

At this moment, everyone realized that the information was wrong. It was not the "devil in the Western Hell" at all. This thing was not afraid of holy water or salt. The thing that could cause it the most damage was actually the divine sword in Yanami's hand!

At this moment, only Ukyo understood what Yoshiki meant when he said, "Its true form has gone into the body!"

In his eyes, the four-eyed, two-horned flesh mountain demon has merged with "Little Maitreya". Now it is the demon, and the demon is it. Their relationship seems to no longer be "possession and possession", but a fusion state that they have never seen before.

Volume 61: Chapter : Poetry, Great Odes, Yunhan

Ukyo had time to think, but Mori, the commander of the operation, did not. All his thoughts were on how to solve the dilemma at hand! But he still accurately perceived that the Imperial Sword could cut through the skin of the evil spirit!

"Put away the salt and holy water! Everyone, draw your swords!" Mori shouted passionately, like a tribal commander commanding a village war during the Edo period. Born three years after the end of the Showa era, Mori always considered himself a passionate Showa man.

The divine swords in the hands of his team members were collected from various temples in Toyohashi City. Originally, they couldn't have gathered so many, so the inspector stepped in on his behalf, abandoning his own dignity as an inspector and begging for them from various high monks, especially the one in his hand -

The last imperial sword enshrined in the Fujin Shrine.

He watched with his own eyes as the middle-aged inspector knelt before the bald old monk, hoping he would sell him the sword. It was difficult to describe the feeling that the inspector had when he knelt. Kneeling and praying was common practice in places like temples, but the inspector, a non-believer, felt uncomfortable watching him do so. When the inspector handed him the sacred sword, Maori felt a pang of grief, and the inspector urged him to use it well.

Dozens of divine swords were inserted into the thick fat of little Maitreya at the same time. The criminal policemen learned mainly grappling and fighting in the police academy, and swordsmanship was an elective. Those who came to participate in the mission today were all people who knew how to use a knife to some extent.

As everyone approached, Yanai swiftly sheathed her sword and rolled away. She was wearing a pale pink dress, which made it difficult to move, constantly hindering her legs. She had no choice but to rip the hem of her skirt and quickly run away. The men's attack was too fierce, and she was caught in the middle, unable to help at all. Her mediocre swordsmanship could easily injure her teammates.

She was very self-aware. She had never experienced a real battle so far. If she forced her way onto the battlefield, her fancy moves would only cause trouble.

But soon Yanai discovered that the detectives who rushed forward were all just show-offs, including Maori. It seemed that all of them were just holding knives and slashing at "Little Miroku".

"The world is made up of a huge makeshift team. Just get used to it. There are many things in reality that can make you drop your jaw." You Jing seemed to have already seen similar things.

He wanted to tell Maori that we cannot make the same mistake twice. Now we should evacuate the people and run away. When we go back, we will find out the specific origin of this demon and find a way to kill it. Then we can hold another summer festival to catch the turtle in the jar.

But this young detective was too hot-blooded. He just picked up his knife and attacked without giving him a chance to speak.

Ukyo acknowledged that he was a Showa man. In terms of being stubborn and single-minded, he did fit the characteristics of a Showa man.

The temperature rose for unknown reasons, and Mao Li only realized something was wrong when the splattered fat hit his forearm when he swung the second knife.

very hot!

Very hot!

......

This "demon" did not resist at all.

The Lanster has super strength and agility. Its reaction nerves are not fast enough to dodge bullets, but its strength can easily knock away a normal adult male.

But the "demon" before them had neither strength nor agility, and seemed like just a piece of meat that could be chopped at will. The demons described in the Bible basically all had their own special abilities. It couldn't be that the ability of this "little Maitreya" was just to take a beating, right?

Such a weak demon has no value in existence and will probably only become food for other demons in hell.

Ukyo had no idea that Maori still considered this target a demon. From the moment it became immune to salt and holy water, it had already changed its nationality.

......

By the time Maori realized the rising temperature, it was too late.

"what--"

The wailing of his fellow officers caught everyone's attention. Splattered fat splattered his face, the scorching oil scorching his skin with a sizzling sound! "Little Maitreya's" skin began to turn red, glowing like lava fresh from Mount Fuji. His eyes, blinded by the fat, suddenly widened. The pupils were round red, not the heterochromatic, vertical pupils common among Western demons. What country was this monster from?

Ukyo tugged at Mori by the back of his shirt, pulling him back. In that instant, the "cuts" on Miroku's body, inflicted by the divine sword, became a veritable "volcano," spewing forth not fat but some kind of scalding red molten iron. The modest ramen shop was instantly ablaze. Kuroda, the "silent monk," clutching sandalwood Buddhist beads, charged forward, slamming his fist into the crimson mountain of flesh.

The Buddhist beads in his hand were rippling with golden patterns like water waves, and he seemed to be protected by something, which made him not afraid of the high temperature of little Maitreya.

Ukyo stared at the string of Buddhist beads. A year ago, when he'd bought the knife from that antique dealer, the shifty-looking dealer had told him that the beads, blessed by a high-ranking monk, could also slay demons. They were priced at 1000 yuan each, and a string of nine beads was a bargain. If anyone wanted to buy, he'd consider it a friendship. Back then, Ukyo had no idea he'd one day become a demon slayer, nor did he imagine that the deceptive dealer would actually sell him the real thing.

He felt the soles of his shoes begin to burn. Yana-ken and Yoshiki had already retreated far away. Ukyo also grabbed Mori's collar and retreated, leaving the main battlefield to the silent monk. At the same time, Ukyo yelled at Mori, "Where are your police backup? Try using the Barrett. It's a physical weapon, and conventional weapons might be able to hit it!"

Maori pulled out his police New Nambu M75 from his waist. He carried two guns today, a salt-filled police revolver and a New Nambu.

"-Boom!"

Bullets filled with gunpowder could not penetrate its skin either. Maori's shooting was very accurate and he shot at the temple, but even though the fat on its head was far less than that on its body, the 9mm pistol bullet could not penetrate it at all.

It's not that the fat absorbed the impact of the bullet or something, but the 9mm pistol bullet was blocked by a strange barrier. When Yanami swept the little Miroku with the God Sword, Ukyo also saw this barrier, but at that time, the God Sword easily cut through this thin film.

What Yanami's arm strength could easily do, the 9mm pistol bullet couldn't do.

Ukyo realized that conventional weapons were ineffective against ghosts and monsters. If he wanted to effectively kill them, he had to first find out where they came from in fictional stories or ancient legends.

Mao Li put the gun back into the holster. "We don't have a Barrett, Ukyo. Anti-material sniper rifles are usually used to attack high-value military targets and are not regular police equipment. But even if we can't get a Barrett, our special police force has the Howa M1500."

"The Howa M1500 is useless." Ukyo could feel the temperature rising around him. "Mori, the focus isn't on the weapons, but the legends behind the Goblins. I think your team doesn't need someone with espers, but experts in history and Goblins."

Mao Li was stunned and thought this was a good suggestion.

"I'll discuss this with the Inspector when I get back."

While the two were talking, "Little Maitreya" placed his hand on the lamppost, and the metal in his hand was reshaped into a big spear. When the silent monk Kuroda pounced on him again, Little Maitreya's heavy body jumped back flexibly, avoiding the punch and turning around to stab. The big spear easily pierced Kuroda's chest. Little Maitreya sneered playfully, pulled out the big spear, raised his hand and slapped the monk aside, and fell into the burning ruins of the ramen shop.

The others were so shocked by this scene that they were speechless. This thing actually knows fighting skills!

Mao Li put his backhand on Ukyo's shoulder and said, "Brother Ukyo, I was careless in this operation. Now the situation should be handed over to the special police. We should withdraw."

The high temperature made Maori's cheeks covered with sweat. They kept fighting and retreating. The high temperature around little Maitreya burned all objects within one meter of it. The only things that could withstand the high temperature were the sandalwood Buddhist beads that Kuroda once wore on his hand and the sacred sword blessed by the monks of the temple.

Upon hearing this, Ukyo grabbed Mori's wrist and pulled his right arm off his shoulder.

"If you don't know how to eliminate the monsters, even bringing a tank won't help. You don't understand martial arts and don't recognize the moves you just made."

The firelight reflected on Youjing's calm face. A police UH-60J helicopter was circling above his head. The sound of the Howa M1500 firing was deafening, but the shooter on the helicopter only fired one shot before his body was pierced by the metal gun thrown by little Miroku.

The Howa 89 type automatic rifles opened fire almost at the same time, but these small-caliber ammunition could not destroy the fat of little Miroku. The invisible barrier blocked them out, and the damage caused by the bullets was even less than that of the cold weapon Yu Shen Dao. What Youjing said was being verified. If the devil's weakness was not known, it would be useless even if a tank was brought.

But they were the only ones who didn't know, but Youjing already had a rough guess in his mind.

This demon had come from within China. The back-swinging stab it had just used to kill the silenced monk Kuroda was a Tai Chi "Pie Shen Chui" technique applied to spearmanship. His Tai Chi teacher had once explained that whether it was Chen-style Tai Chi, Yang-style Tai Chi, Xingyi, or Jimen, the jiu-da jing (shaking the spear) was a crucial element. In ancient Xingyiquan, each master established his own school, and the ultimate winner was determined by the ultimate, ultimate move, the fusion of fist and spear. The others present couldn't understand Little Maitreya's moves, but Ukyo did. It was this move that allowed him to understand his opponent's intentions.

This wasn't the colorful monster from Japan's One Hundred Demons Night Parade, nor was it the demon from Western Hell that occasionally emerged to assimilate the human world. Combined with its portly size and ability to emit high temperatures... and its unintentional spearmanship... Ukyo, considering all the clues, could only associate it with the Chinese Hanba!

"Poetry·Daya·Yunhan": "The drought is so cruel that it feels like burning."

During the reign of Emperor Zhenzong of Song Dynasty, a drought demon caused trouble and drained the water of the salt pond. Zhenzong sought help from Zhang Tianshi, who asked the divine martial saint Guan Yu to fight it. The drought demon had amazing spear skills, and the martial saint fought with it for seven days before subduing it.

Historians at the academy speculate that the Hanba, sighted across multiple dynasties, is actually a dragon descendant of the Bronze King, and the high-temperature field surrounding it matches the characteristics of this lineage's spirit. However, this world lacks dragons, and its eyes aren't golden with vertical pupils. If it could truly be defeated with alchemical tools and modern weapons like dragons, then things would be quite simple.

It is recorded in "Notes from the Yuewei Thatched Cottage" that a purple-robed Taoist priest once used fox blood and yellow paper runes to deal with the drought demon. The Taoist priest wrote the fox blood on a talisman and pasted it on the center of the drought demon's eyebrows. He then stabbed its forehead with a peach wood sword infused with magic power, and finally chopped it into pieces with the Liangyi Sword from the Taoist Temple. The corpse was sealed in a stone coffin three feet into the ground, thus stopping the drought demon's constant bursts of high temperature.

The Hanba recorded in this book is a red-skinned evil ghost that is over 30 feet tall, with four eyes and two horns on its head. Wherever it goes, there will be drought for thousands of miles. The heat waves emitted from its body evaporate into the sky, dyeing the clouds red.

The monster in front of him was obviously not that big. His height was less than two meters, but his width was ridiculously large. So Youjing felt that he might not need the powerful fox demon blood to deal with him.

Youjing had the good fortune to see the Heavenly Master runes depicted in the notes of Yuewei Caotang Notes, but it had been so long that he could not remember how they were drawn specifically.

The good news was that his "logistics team" was put to good use for the first time. Xiaoju had shared a detailed introduction to Hanba in the group chat. She'd recently read the most paranormal books within the company, and along with it, a rather unauthentic inscription on yellow paper. Several images were loading. Yumu had learned from fellow paranormal writers both domestically and internationally that Hanba were initially described as little ghosts, but later, in various ancient texts, were described as zombies. To subdue them, not only did he need Chinese inscriptions, but he also needed to speak standard Chinese!

Yumu sent a page from an ancient book. This was taken through glass in a Chinese museum by a fellow supernatural author in order to collect material for his new book. The content was a section of the Heavenly Master Curse, but none of them recognized the words on it.

Yue Zhimu said in the group not to worry, she was taking pictures and using Google Translate.

Ukyo didn't have time to tell them not to look for it anymore, as Google's Chinese pronunciation was not as good as his.

Ukyo began mentally recalling spear techniques from various Tai Chi schools, preparing for a potential turnaround battle. The two "creatures" he'd recently encountered combined, like a stack of buffs, the "characteristics" described by both ancient and modern people. They didn't resemble actual ghosts, but rather a conglomeration of descriptions. Ukyo felt this way because the Lansters were merely a fantasy creature invented in 09.

There is no such demon as it in hell.

Youjing verified the first photo of the slender ghost, and the photographer himself admitted on the Internet that it was just a photoshopped picture he made to participate in a horror photography competition.

The world used to be peaceful, but ever since the masked clown called "Pope" released his first game, the supernatural has begun to revive...

While he was thinking about it, he had already pulled Yanaijian to a cold drink stand where no one was.

He suddenly stopped running.

Yanaijian had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Ukyo...you don't want to..."

He didn't go back to see Yanai, but just cut the spider into pieces and put them into the freezer for popsicles.

"You mean if a blade is frozen and then heated, it will become blunt due to thermal expansion and contraction?"

Yanai was stunned. She actually began to ponder this question in such a dangerous situation. Hanba showed no interest in anyone present and was always heading for her, but she herself was unaware of it. She was obviously very clever at critical moments, but sometimes she was stupid.

Volume 62: Chapter : Get the fire extinguisher!

"It should break, right?" Yanai said.

She awaited Ukyo's answer.

"Look at the blade," Ukyo said. "This Spider-Slash blade of mine will frost in the winter and fog in the summer. That's why the craftsman who forged it was not famous in ancient times. The only feature of this blade is its sharpness, but now it has a chip on it. After this fight, it should be retired."

"Yanaimi, Maori still owes me 3000 million yen. That's the bonus for our bravery. Remember to ask him for it afterwards."

She felt that Ukyo's words sounded very much like "that".

It was Flag that the protagonist rushed to the battlefield before the finale, but his tone was so ordinary that Yanami thought it was just a daily reminder from his boss.

But the next moment he rushed into the sea of ​​fire with the frosted knife.

Yanai saw that the moonlight flashing in the deep blue eyes was the cold arc of light reflected by the spider-cut sword. With one sword, he cut off the heel of the little Miroku hidden under the fat, causing its fleshy body to fall to the right. With just one sword, he broke its pursuit.

Mao Li's voice came into the special police team voice——

"Everyone cease fire! Those are our people!"

Ukyo turned back and struck, aiming for the back of its neck! But the gash on Hanba's back suddenly gushed out boiling blood! Before anyone's heart could even reach their throats, Ukyo had already dodged, decisively abandoning the spider blade in his hand, letting the scalding blood melt it. Although it had been frozen in the freezer for a few seconds, its subcutaneous fat was too hot. The heat from the blade's previous cut into his right leg had already burned his right hand. If he didn't abandon the blade, the skin on his right hand would be fused to the handle!

All of this was in line with what Youjing had just imagined in his mind, but in the eyes of everyone, the knife was gone, and he was obviously at a disadvantage. Judging from the high temperature around the little Miroku, he had no chance of getting close with just a pair of fists, unless he also had the sandalwood Buddhist beads like the monk.

Yes, Buddhist beads.

He cut the tendon of the little Maitreya with a knife to make it lose its ability to chase, so that he could buy time to "touch the corpse" of the monk.

Rushing into the ruins of the ramen shop, with the protection of Buddhist beads, the ramen shop had collapsed and caught fire, but Kuroda's body had not been set on fire. This Buddhist beads was indeed a rare treasure. Ukyo took the Buddhist beads from his right hand. His left hand was too close to the sea of ​​fire, so he couldn't get it, but it didn't matter, he only needed one string!

He pulled out the yellow paper inscription that Xiaoju had found from his phone and made it so that it filled the entire screen.

The enraged Hanba had already given up on Yanaijian. It quickly healed its limbs and pounced on Ukyo like a tiger, pressing the metal spear in its hand towards him. It was a Yang-style Tai Chi evolution of the Black Tiger Crouching! This attack was followed by the Yaksha Tank Sea attack, where the spear wielder would flick their wrist to thrust the spear forward! Ukyo had been waiting for this connection, dodging the Black Tiger Crouching attack and leaping upwards. Little Miroku raised his hand and flicked his wrist, thrusting the spear forward. Ukyo seemed to have stepped on the spear shaft.

At this angle, Youjing raised his hand and placed the mobile phone screen with the yellow paper rune on it on the center of Hanba's eyebrows!

Its mouth opened, wanting to howl but no sound came out.

The traditional Chinese characters on the page of the ancient book that Tamaki had written appeared in Ukyo's mind.

"The sky is round and the earth is round, and there are nine chapters of laws and regulations. I am writing now, and all ghosts are hiding in them!"