People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded repeatedly.

.......

Shinjuku's most famous Kabukicho.

During the day, this place is crowded with office workers, and at night, it is full of beautiful women.

Arrived at Shinjuku Shinsei Planning Building.

It's time to go to work.

Office workers near Shinjuku crowded out of the subway exit like ants.

Fang Zuo, who had just gotten off the bus, was squeezed in the middle.

The high taxi fares in Tokyo are beyond the reach of these office workers.

Unlike Fang Zuo, he came here lying in Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Lexus LM.

No wonder so many people like to live off women, it makes sense.

Even I, a Yuanying Zhenren, like to eat it.

It would be great if I could have a gigolo to eat without having to suffer from the consequences of a thunderbolt.

Fang Zuo walked into Xinrong Planning.

The first floor was deserted.

Fang Zuo sighed.

My Nascent Soul hasn't recovered yet, so I really don't want to use my spiritual sense.

It's too stressful.

After slightly controlling the range, Fang Zuo extended his spiritual sense.

Somewhat dizzy.

But it's also clear at a glance.

What kind of company is this Xinrong Planning?

A whole haunted house.

From the third floor upwards, each floor is filled with various ghosts.

The reason why they are called 'various' ghosts.

It's really weird.

The common point of these strange things is that these ghosts are not pure.

Inside these ghosts, there are incense, blood, spiritual sacrifices, and demonic powers.

Some ghosts even have bloodlines.

It's okay to have blood, but it's a mixed blood.

A ghost with mixed blood, what kind of ghost is it?

Regarding this point, it can be understood that Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen used some abnormal means to give birth to a bunch of ghost babies.

A bunch of ghost dolls mixed with various ghost dolls and gave birth to a bunch of ghost dolls.

Then use various incense and magic powers to feed it.

Finally, drive it directly or put it into an object as a soul demon.

Then bind them with a contract.

The contract is passed down from generation to generation and continues to be fed.

Is this what is called a shikigami?

Fang Zuo sighed.

If the Maoshan ancestors who deal with ghosts every day come here.

I'm afraid he was so angry that he slapped the building flat.

Although Taoists are also good at walking the yin and yang path and exorcising evil spirits.

But it is mostly for the purpose of maintaining order in the human world.

Even if the evil cultivators use ghosts as a means, it is just like raising poisonous insects in order to cultivate the ghost king.

Regardless of good or evil, people essentially have to maintain a bottom line when it comes to ghosts.

They will not crossbreed or experiment on ghosts like animals.

The higher the level of the cultivator, the more he respects the original energy of these worlds.

On the contrary, this kind of island country is simply lawless.

"Putting the cart before the horse, building a temple in a snail shell, is quite fitting for this island nation."

Fang Zuo shook his head.

The tenth floor of Xinrong Planning.

An entire floor was converted into a prison.

Sakura Kurumi was wearing a tight-fitting shiny black leather jacket and was tied to a seat.

Curvy.

There are all kinds of strange ghosts standing around.

"Baka." The middle-aged man in a suit slapped Yingkong Kurumi hard.

"You've already been expelled from the family, yet you still dare to come back and steal a shikigami?"

"That's what my mother left me."

A red palm print appeared on Yingkong Kurumi's face, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, her hair was scattered on her forehead, and she stared coldly at the middle-aged man in front of her.

When mentioning his mother, the middle-aged man paused with his hand raised in the air.

"Snapped."

Still fell down.

"It already belongs to the family as punishment for secretly learning Yin-Yang magic."

"Otherwise, I won't let you leave the family."

"What I stole was just the opening move of my family's Onmyoji. What right does my family have to devour my Shikigami?"

"Bakayalo." Curses were heard from outside the door.

Da da da.

Then footsteps were heard.

The door was pushed open and an old man walked in, looking like a candle in the wind.

He was wearing a kimono and wooden clogs, had a head full of white hair and brown age spots on his face.

A Tang-style oil-paper umbrella, as tall as a person, floated behind him.

A bulging eyeball on the oil-paper umbrella was swaying from side to side.

"Without the family Onmyoji's opening move, how could you be shortlisted for the Onmyoji selection at Sensoji Temple?"

The old man said calmly, "How can you become the deputy captain of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard?"

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully and stepped aside.

"Even now, the family has no intention of pursuing your infiltration."

The old man smiled with his hands behind his back and said, "As long as you release Kaguya Touma from her contract."

"Don't even think about it. Even if I risk my life, I won't remove the Shikigami my mother left me." Sakura Kurumi sneered, "I don't believe you dare to kill the captain of the Exorcist Guard in Shinjuku, Tokyo."

"The government is now at odds with your Onmyoji families. Doing this will only give the government an excuse."

"That's right." The old man nodded. "We really don't dare to kill you, but we have many ways to make you talk."

"Please, Ichiro-kun." The old man turned around and bowed to the Tang-style oil-paper umbrella demon behind him.

Chapter 11: Tang-style umbrella demon, what a joke!

"Hey! Leave it to me."

The Tangfeng oil-paper umbrella demon floated in front of Yingkong Hutao.

The bulging eyes grew a lot bigger, almost as big as a normal person's head.

The pupil inside swayed from side to side, bloodshot as thick as hemp rope, and covered with spider webs.

"Ms. Yingkong Kurumi, I'm quite familiar with your mother. Please don't make things difficult for the Yingkong family, okay?"

Sakura Kurumi remained silent.

The Tang-style oil-paper umbrella demon floated around Yingkong Walnut, blinking its eyes.

"I will stimulate all the spiritual power in you and increase your sensitivity several times."

"You should know that your True Spiritual Masters are inherently more sensitive than others."

"At that time, even a slight needle prick will cause you many times more pain."

"Besides, there are many torture instruments here."

"Ms. Sakura Kurumi, you still have a chance to choose."

"Stop being stubborn."

Beads of sweat appeared on Yingkong Kurumi's head, but her snow-white face was still stubbornly gritting her teeth.

Unable to wait for a response, the umbrella demon waved the umbrella handle.

The eyeball came out of the umbrella, and dozens of blood threads were connected to the umbrella from behind.

A beam of white light shot out from the pupil.

It shot straight onto Sakura Sora Kurumi's body.

In less than a few seconds, Yingsong Kurumi's face turned red.

The touch sensation of the skin all over the body is enhanced several times.

The originally smooth leather jacket gradually became rough.

Rubbing against your skin as you breathe.

The elastic bands of the upper bust and the lower T-back seem to be slowly tightening into the body.

"It's just a 2x increase."

The big eyeballs on the head supported the increasingly long blood vessels, swaying in the air.

Like an octopus, dancing its tentacles.

"When it's 10 times higher, you'll feel like even breathing is like being cut by a knife."

"Every time you breathe in and out, the airflow is like a steel knife, cutting your organs."

He sighed, his pupils dilating and shrinking: "Don't resist stubbornly."

"It's a Shikigami you can't get. Canceling the contract is no loss to Miss Sakura Kurumi."

Seeing that Yingkong Kurumi was still gritting her teeth and persevering, a few blood vessels behind her eyeballs broke off and moved around her leather jacket like tentacles.

One of them crawled into the zipper of the shiny black leather jacket.

Yingkong Kurumi gritted her teeth and tried hard to control her throat so that no sound would come out.

In just a few seconds, most of my hair was wet.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zuo appeared behind him silently.

The old man and the middle-aged man looked back in disbelief.

How could a young man appear here silently?