I Became a God in Tokyo

　　 Waterfall Hill is located in the center of Qingshi Park, with an altitude of less than 200 meters.

　　At this moment, Bai Mujun is standing in the forest path at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the silent mountain in the night.

　　 The mobile phone shows that the name of the waterfall is derived from this, so some literati praised it as "the mountains are like waterfalls and the green forests are like sea".

　　 sounds a bit poetic.

　　 But in Shiraki Jun’s eyes, this is by no means that simple.

　　 From ordinary look, it is indeed an ordinary hill.

　　 But if you run mana in your eyes, you can see the true face of this hill.

　　 There are countless bloodstains and paw prints on the smooth rock wall under the night, and it becomes denser as it goes down, covering every part of the rock wall.

　　 Something seems to be struggling to climb up from below.

　　 There is still sewage mixed with mud flowing down, pattering out from the cracks in the rock, and gradually converging into a gloomy small lake at the foot of the mountain.

　　 is a scene like the **** of the yellow spring.

　　 The more Shiraki Jun looked at, the more puzzled he became.

　　 It's not that this terrible environment makes him uncomfortable, he is puzzled by another problem.

　　 Is this place really suitable for building a house?

　　 In Feng Shui terms, the mountains here are straight and nasty. Building a house on this place is guilty of evil and evil spirits and ghosts are the easiest to breed.

　　 No matter where you look at it, it is definitely not suitable for long stay.

　　Why does that daimyo insist on building a mansion here?

　　 Bai Mujun thought, and set off to walk towards the sullen little lake.

　　簌簌簌......

　　 There was no wind, but the leaves on both sides of the road shook in unison.

　　 Shiraki Jun turned his head alertly and looked behind him.

　　 Behind the tree trunk, I don't know when it was full of white shadows standing there.

　　 There are so many figures.

　　 is all wearing a white kimono, with dark purple bruises on his face and arms, and his body is more or less mutilated.

　　 On the neck, there is a hideous wound extending downwards, as if it had been cut off by a sharp weapon.

　　 With their appearance, the forest suddenly had bursts of inaudible screams and wailing, humming in the ears.

　　 Shiraki Jun glanced around.

　　 to bind the spirit.

　　 is a relatively common kind of ghost.

　　 At this moment, the eyes of the earthbound spirits slowly focused on Bai Mujun, the expression on his face seemed to cry and smile, which made people shudder.

　　 The next moment, he moved in unison.

　　 either jumping, climbing, or creeping, one after another approached Shiraki Jun.

　　 As the distance approaches, the yin in the forest becomes more and more intense, and the mental pollution caused by the buzzing becomes more and more serious, which makes people have a headache.

　　The one closest to Bai Mujun can already see the corrupt and festering palm.

　　 If ordinary people saw this scene, they might have fainted with fright a long time ago.

　　 But Shiraki Jun is no ordinary person.

　　As a priest, the first important point is that no matter what kind of spirituality he encounters, even if he is panicked, he must show a calm and unhurried attitude.

　　 Otherwise, you will lose the face of your own god.

　　 Shiraki Jun moved forward instead of retreating towards the influx of earthbound spirits.

　　 cleared his throat and said.

　　 "Everyone, the moonlight is nice tonight."

　　 Dibiao Ling turned a deaf ear to Bai Mujun's words, but the wailing in his ears became louder and louder.

　　 Shiraki Jun sighed and shook his head.

　　Since I can't speak English...

　　 That can only communicate in sign language.

　　 He smiled and raised his fist.

　　 randomly select a lucky bound spirit and send a punch.

boom!

　　 With a burst of flying ash, the wailing stopped abruptly.

　　 All the earth-bound spirits stopped their steps like an electric shock, staring at Bai Mujun in a daze.

　　The dull face was covered with four characters.

what's the situation?

　　 Seeing the effect of the sign language, Shiraki Jun nodded in satisfaction and asked.

　　 "Are there any girls who came here last night, probably around 17 or 18 years old."

　　 "If anyone knows their news, it is best to take the initiative to explain, otherwise..."

　　 Shiraki Jun paused, no longer speaking, just stretched out his fist and looked at him over and over.

　　 The Earthbound Spirits not far away, standing there only voluntarily, neither moving nor talking.

　　 Shiraki Jun is not in a hurry.

　　Because he knows that as a weaker spirit, Earthbound Spirit is corrupted by Yin Qi all the year round. His thinking activities, including behavioral patterns, are greatly affected. In addition, his strength is not strong. In many cases, he does things with his spiritual instinct.

　　 Instinctive fierceness, instinctive killing, instinctive fear, instinctive survival...

　　 In other words, they are generally low in intelligence and easy to be fooled.

　　 One word, stay.

　　 Of course, although Shiraki Jun knows the characteristics of these earth-bound spirits, he is not a vicious person by nature, and he does not do anything to drive away evil and hurt people.

　　 just flicker occasionally.

　　 Not long after, a vague voice came.

　　 "Sacrifice, live..."

　　 Hearing this, Shiraki Jun was overjoyed.

　　 It seems that Yuuri Kotori and others have not suffered yet.

　　 As long as you hurry to rescue them, maybe everything is too late.

　　 He hastened to confirm.

　　 "You mean, all of them are still alive?"

　　 "Three..."

　　 Before it was finished, the earth-bound spirit that made a sound suddenly got two strands of black hair wrapped around its feet, and climbed onto its calves like two centipedes.

　　 The hair is extremely fast, with some water stains, drilled into the entrance along the body, blocking its mouth.

　　 Then, more and more hairs poured in frantically.

　　 A few seconds later, the shape of the earth bound spirit had swollen into a ball.

　　 After reaching the limit, the whole spirit body burst open suddenly, and the strange black hair was scattered all over the place.

　　 Almost at the same time, all the faces of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com suddenly showed a touch of fear on the faces of all the spirits. Their bodies became a little illusory, and they buried their heads deeply towards the waterfall.

　　 That is a gesture of submission.

　　Amidst the kneeling ground-bound spirit group, Bai Mujun turned around and looked in the direction in which they bowed their heads.

　　 In the muddy lake, a vague white shadow suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water.

　　 The next moment he jumped out of the water, grabbed the rock wall with his fingers, and quickly climbed here along the raised rock.

　　 was twice as big as the earth-bound spirits in front of him, and his long black hair dragged on the ground, drawing a deep mud mark, barely able to see the characteristics of a woman.

　　 Two arms and two legs landed on the ground at the same time, the lower abdomen was facing up, one face was upside down, and his scarlet eyes looked directly at Bai Mujun.

　　 The Yin Qi on his body far exceeds that of ordinary little ghosts.

　　 Seeing this earth-bound spirit, Bai Mujun suddenly realized.

　　 He somewhat understands the idea of ​​that daimyo.

　　 The man who had nowhere to go that night, beside the beating fire in the military tent, made a frantic decision.

　　Since the defeat cannot be undone by manpower, then simply go to the ghosts and gods.

　　 Maybe he wants blood to sacrifice a supernatural teacher.

　　 at the same time breeds a ghost that can only rule them.

　　 is the one in front of me, this group of ghost mothers who bind the spirits.

　　 Hmm...It may also be a ghost father.

　　 But in the end there should be some changes that caused the daimyo to fail to bring the army to the battlefield.

　　 Because there is no record of such an army in neon history.

　　 The ghost mother stopped her limbs.

　　 A few meters away, his bloated face slowly turned to Shiraki Jun.

　　 The hoarse voice hummed like a leaking bellows.

"Who......?"