Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

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The first time I saw him was in a dark night with no fingers, the sky was raining lightly, and when I was wandering in a street doing nothing, the man appeared in front of me.

He was wearing a dark gown, and was scattered behind his back like a long waterfall. He was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and walked calmly across the wet stone road. The delicate features seemed to come out of the painting.

Beautiful man. This is my first reaction.

Moreover, I always feel that the person's back has a very lonely feeling.

Why did he walk alone on the street at such a late time? Some time ago I heard the official chasing around and drinking, saying that there were any killing demon wandering in this area, and basically no one was outside after a while. Why does this man walk the night with a bland expression?

I don't know what I thought at the time either, and a sudden thought came to my mind—go tease him.

Although I am a ghost, I have never done any bad things in these years, such as scaring passers-by or making strange events. Rather than saying that I'm a good ghost, these things are too boring for me.

In such a long time, nothing can arouse my interest, except-this beautiful man who suddenly appeared.

I quietly walked behind him, cleared my throat, and prepared to blame him to surprise him by surprise. When he looked back in shock and no one could see, the expression must be very interesting.

But I didn't expect that before I could make a sound, the man turned his head back and smiled at me, as if he had long noticed my naive behavior.

"Girl, it's dangerous to hang out on the street at this late hour."

It was me who was taken aback. I subconsciously took two steps back and covered my mouth. "You, can you see me?"

"I feel very keen." The man smiled at me warmly, "It's impossible to hide behind me and suddenly scare me."

I slowly put my hand down and looked at him in surprise.

Could it be ... this person treats me like an ordinary human girl? His expression was so calm that he did not look like a ghost.

"Well, let's go back soon." He urged, "It's raining, it's cold. And it's been very uneven here recently."

Even if it's snowing, I can't feel the temperature change for a long time. and……

"I have no place to go back." I simply walked around him and walked at the same degree as he. "Here is my home. Then again, it's not just me who wanders here at night. What are you doing here? "

The man turned his head and looked at me with a hint of helplessness, but soon disappeared again, "I have my own business to do."

"My business?" I asked after it.

Even if I can see that this man does not seem to be willing to talk to me, I still insist on chasing him.

I can't remember how long I haven't talked to anyone, no matter what, I need communication urgently.

"Hey, where are you going? Go home? Go to a friend's house?" I asked him again without seeing him, "Or are you waiting for someone?"

Although he still didn't answer, from his expression, I guess I might be right.

"But it's so late. Will you wait for someone to come?" I simply walked in front of him, blocked his way, and squeezed under his umbrella.

Just then, I froze. Probably because the distance between me and him suddenly got closer, I even smelled a **** smell from his clothes.

No, I do n’t know if it ’s a smell, after all, I ’m already a ghost. But it smelled like it was burning in my brain, conveying a dangerous atmosphere.

I don't know if the man noticed my reaction, but he still had the same bland expression as before, "Well ... it's better to say that I'm waiting for someone than something."

Wait for you? Wait ... what does this mean?

Before I could react to what this sentence meant, the man's eyes suddenly changed.

His pupils tightened, his brows frowned, his eyes staring at me like a sharp dagger—where behind him?

"Flash away!"

what? what happened? I didn't understand what was happening, so I felt a force coming from my shoulder, and he pushed me away.

There was a huge roar behind me. I had never heard that kind of sound, like the cry of a human baby, but the sound was so loud that the ground beneath my feet was shaking.

I looked back, but almost screamed in fright. Behind me was a huge beast with a leopard pattern, deer-like hoofs, a single horn on the top of his head, and sharp teeth in his mouth of blood basin. A mouth can almost completely swallow an adult.

What is that monster?

My legs were so scared that I couldn't speak. The monster's sense of oppression brought me a shudder even the one who had died once, but the man in the long coat took the oil-paper umbrella in his hand firmly, and there was no fear in his face.

"Ah, it seems to be annoying me, but it's a bit troublesome now."

Not only was he not afraid, but a smile appeared on his face.

It was late and fast, the monster I couldn't describe fluttered at the man, but the man hid lightly beside him, and threw the umbrella in the direction of the monster, and the monster had a big mouth Only tore the oil-paper umbrella.

Immediately afterwards, the man took out a cyan paper fan from his arms during this time, and opened it with a bang, saying in his mouth a spell that I did not understand.

"At 4: 8, God does not support internally, but acts as an evil spirit outside; return to life! There is no birth! As here! Hurry as the law!"

Suddenly, a golden streak emerged from the paper fan, and the monster immediately fell to the ground and growled in pain.

"It's quite big, but it doesn't have much fighting power."

At this point, the man walked slowly in front of the monster, and even crouched down, showing a mocking smile, "You, wait until you have the ability to eat me, then come out to eat."

The monster roared angrily, but was helpless with the power of the spell, at most it could only blow the men's heads.

"The demon is gone."

The man spit a few words, and I saw the huge monster turned into a blue smoke in the roar, leaving only a humble white paper man in the original place.