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

The fist moves freely, and the intention is concentrated in the fist.

Shen Muli only felt that a bright moon rose from her dantian in her body, turning into thousands of moonlight points, flowing through her body with the qi, and finally merging into her fist.

This time of meditation seemed to last a long time, but everything happened in a flash.

Shen Muli's face was determined, she was sure this punch would do the trick!!!

A black light flew out.

Instantly hit the innocent souls of the Japanese soldiers in World War II.

Cut it in half and let it dissipate slowly.

Shen Muli was stunned. She hadn't even made a move yet. Could this be her own qi and blood?

Why is it black? It’s so ugly!!!

I don’t want it!!!

Zhang Benhe frowned and slowly looked forward.

Shen Muli then realized that it was not her own blood and energy that was causing the problem, but the person coming from the front.

Two tall figures walked out from the night.

A middle-aged man and a young man.

The middle-aged man was wearing a suit, staring at Zhang Benhe with sharp eyes and a majestic aura.

The young man, who had a mixed-race Asian face, was also wearing the same suit and staring at Shen Muli with the same eyes.

"Senior brother, long time no see!"

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Inside the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau.

Feng Hualian rubbed her eyes and frowned.

Finally found.

After reading the archival materials all night, she finally summarized all the cases in which Americans had accidents, and then found a case from decades ago.

During MacArthur's time in Japan, forty-nine American soldiers died in an underground parking lot.

The cause of death was exactly the same as the three current victims, also at a construction site.

There is definitely some connection between these two cases.

Feng Hualian clenched her fists excitedly.

Stand up and put on high heels.

She brought the case to Sakura Kurumi's office.

'Snapped. '

Fenghua Lian arrogantly threw the case file onto Yingkong Kurumi's desk.

"You found it so quickly?" Yingkong Kurumi didn't care and picked up the file with a smile.

"Of course." Feng Hualian snorted.

Yingsora Kurumi was flipping through the case files.

"It seems that this US military case is indeed not a simple one." Yingsong Kurumi carefully looked at the case file, then took out her phone, opened the map, and compared the documents: "This underground parking lot is near Taira no Masakado, and there is also a commercial building above it. We need to go there and take a look."

"I'll be fine." Feng Hualian propped her arm on the desk, tilted her head, looked at Yingkong Kurumi with dissatisfaction and said, "Didn't you hand the case over to me? Since you've handed it over to me, don't get involved."

"Can you do it alone?" Yingkong Kurumi threw the case back, then yawned, covered her red lips with her small hands, and stretched, revealing her curves.

I stayed in the office all night, receiving various documents and reports from Section 13 of the Security Bureau.

At the same time, provide effective and correct guidance.

This made Yingkong Kurumi a little tired.

"Nonsense." Feng Hualian picked up the file and turned to leave: "I'll go there and take a look later."

"Hey, go back and rest for a while before continuing." Yingkong Kurumi said, "It's almost dawn, don't go alone, bring some colleagues with you."

"I understand." Feng Hualian nodded: "You should get some sleep first."

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A bonsai art museum in Edogawa Ward.

This place is a bit remote, but it is extremely lively tonight.

Ghosts kept approaching here, and several of them were killed by an old man on night watch.

The other ghosts were also killed by the people hired from Zhang Benhe.

Kana Morisawa was wearing a black lace underwear and sleeping soundly, completely unaware of what happened tonight.

A pair of legs as beautiful as a young girl's stretched out from the blanket.

The base of the white and tender thighs is connected to two lumps of smooth buttocks that only women have, wrapped in black triangle panties.

On the balcony of the room.

Miyagi Mukoko was wearing a white cotton bra and cotton panties, and looking at the dark night outside with her bare feet.

Her red lips were slightly parted, and her little face was full of mockery.

Who the hell is this guy who is so disrespectful to Yin Ming?

He actually drove out all the ghosts, whether they had closed their eyes or not.

A shrine maiden from the Yin-Yang realm of the ancient country of Izumo.

What I can’t stand the most is someone blaspheming death.

This was even more painful than insulting her.

Death, like the birth of a life, is the most natural way of life.

Don't let me catch you.

Miyagi Mukaiko's touch spreads along with the deathly aura that permeates the sky tonight...

Want to find the culprit.

Chapter 205 Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Sister-in-law

Miyagi Mukoko is a shrine maiden who has lived in the world of life and death in Japan for a long time, and she worships Izanami-no-Mikoto, the god of filth in the underworld.

Has a natural affinity for death.

In her life, she watched different ghosts enter the dead place every day, but she had rarely seen any living people.

To some extent, seeing a dead person is more pleasant than seeing a living person.

Seeing these ghosts being desecrated in such a disrespectful manner, Miyagi Mukoko's anger expanded infinitely along with the deathly aura that permeated Tokyo tonight.

Her thoughts jumped between one ghost after another, as if entering one camera after another, and Miyagi Xiangzi felt the "vision" of these ghosts.

at last.

In a ghostly vision of a cemetery, she found the culprit.

"I caught you, shameless blasphemer." Miyagi Xiangzi grabbed a nightgown and put it on, spread her arms, flipped over and jumped off the balcony, and her figure disappeared in the vast deathly air of Tokyo.

She moved quickly, almost blending into the deathly aura of Tokyo. Under the cover of the particularly thick deathly aura tonight, even the entire security team of Morisawa Kana did not notice her disappearance.

Tamori Cemetery in Tokyo.

A curvy figure, wearing a black T-shirt and short jeans, was standing in the middle of the cemetery.

She was less than 1 meters tall, with a high ponytail, and a pair of snow-white long legs shining in the night, with exaggerated proportions.

A pair of Paris World dad shoes makes her ankles and calves look well-proportioned and graceful.

At this moment, she was forming seals with her hands, and [Shikigami: Ohyamaten Yama] was hanging ferociously high above her head.

As Hashimoto Yua's gestures continued to change, a black bead slowly emerged from her body.

The black beads kept spinning and then rose into the air.

[Shikigami: Yamaten Yama] The demonic patterns and horns on its body flashed with black light like lightning, and its huge mouth full of fangs opened, and a black mist mixed with a strong wind was spitted onto the black bead.

Suddenly, the black fog expanded infinitely, covering the entire Tiansen Cemetery in a blink of an eye.

Under the influence of the black fog, the ghosts of the dead in the cemetery appeared one after another, dragging their broken souls and carrying their unfinished obsessions, heading towards various parts of Tokyo.

Hashimoto Yuna ran to several cemeteries overnight, and the continuous casting of spells made her spiritual power a little exhausted.

"It's all finally done." Hashimoto Yuuna murmured to herself and sighed.

Suddenly, the black fog in front of her fluctuated.

"You shameless woman." Miyagi Xiangzi's figure slowly emerged from the dead air.

She was also wearing a nightgown that she had grabbed temporarily, through which her bra and panties were faintly visible, and her pair of white beautiful legs and even her small feet were bare.

Although the proportions of Miyagi Muko's legs are not as good as Hashimoto Yuna's, they are slender and thin, giving her a unique kind of pitiful and delicate beauty.

Looking at the empty cemetery, devoid of any remaining souls, Miyagi Xiangzi's expression turned grim. "They've already chosen to vanish. Why? Why are you still using their obsession to achieve your goals?"

"Where did this crazy woman come from? She ran out in her nightgown." Hashimoto Yuna snorted coldly: "If she can be driven by her own obsession, how can she be willing to die?"

Miyagi Mukoko looked up at the slowly descending [Shikigami: Ohyamaten Yama] standing behind Hashimoto Yuna, her expression growing even uglier. "You are from the Onibu clan, but who are you? Emperor Sudo or Emperor Sutoku? Aren't you sealed away in the Northern Four Islands?"

"Your aura... are you from the realm of life and death?" [Shikigami: Ohyamaten Enma] sniffed and said, "Izanami-no-Mikoto has violated his agreement with Izanagi. Aren't you afraid that Shintoism will come after you?"

"Don't worry about her, it's almost dawn." Hashimoto Yuina turned around and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Miyagi Xiangzi raised her hands high, pointed her beautiful legs on the toes, and spun on the spot as if dancing ballet.

The hem of the pajamas left a beautiful afterimage.

Suddenly, the deathly aura of the entire cemetery was driven by her rotation, forming a small vortex in front of her, and suddenly rushed towards Hashimoto Yuna.

However, in an instant, the small whirlpool in the middle became bigger and bigger, and the endless suction force it generated made Hashimoto Yuna's body move a little slower.

Hashimoto Yua formed seals with her hands, and the [Shikigami: Ohyamaten Yama] behind her suddenly rose several meters high, and strange magic patterns appeared on its huge body.

[Skill: Great Night Wind Scroll]

Yama roared, opened his huge black mouth ferociously, and spit out a small black tornado.

In the blink of an eye.

The tornado continued to spin, rising several meters and slamming into the huge vortex.

But this vortex swallowed up the tornado in an instant, then melted the force of the wind, becoming even larger as it spun.

The suction force grew stronger and stronger, sucking the nearby trees and tombstones into the vortex as if they were hit by a typhoon. Then they were contaminated by the deathly air in the vortex, withered, collapsed, and turned into ashes.

"Da Ye Feng Juan, who uses death energy as a catalyst, also comes to show off in front of me." Miyagi Xiangzi sneered.

The increasingly strong suction force forced Hashimoto Arina to struggle to steady her body, and she kept leaning backwards to prevent herself from being sucked into the whirlpool.

"Let's hurry," [Shikigami: Ohyamaten Yama] said gruffly. "This woman comes from the realm of life and death, and is very skilled in using death energy. We've created such a dense atmosphere of death tonight, we're no match for her here, especially since she serves Izanami-no-Mikoto."

Hashimoto Arina nodded, formed a seal with her hands, and the incense sticks from the Shinto faith mark on her body surged out.

[Yin Yang Jutsu: Ojuwa Blade] A huge black wind blade suddenly shot out from her small hand.

This large wind blade, which carried the incense of Shintoism, cut off the suction force that was entangled with the two of them.

at the same time.

[Shikigami: Yamaten Yama] The magic patterns on his body emitted a black light, and a puff of black mist spewed out.

Taking advantage of this brief moment to break free from the vortex's gravity, the two wanted to immerse themselves in the black fog and leave.

Want to run? Miyagi Xiangzi sneered and the hand seals changed rapidly.

A huge black python with bared fangs and claws rushed out of the vortex rapidly, opened its mouth and wrapped around Hashimoto Arina and the other person.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Hashimoto Arina sent out another incense and wind blade.

But he was knocked away by the black python's tail.

Just now.