Chapter 211 Everyone Shows Their Magical Powers

A rusty samurai sword pierced through the old black lacquered wooden door of the temple, and then the entire door was violently torn open. A dark blizzard poured in madly from the broken door. A tall figure stood at the door, almost blocking out all the light outside.

"ghost?"

The answer was beyond doubt, but none of the six people in the room chose to take action, and instead all chose to wait and watch.

"I found you—"

A cold voice came from the door, without a trace of human emotion in it.

"Is it a human?! There is actually a living person breaking into this temple."

Xiang Shengnian was suddenly refreshed, as if he saw hope. Even the light in the life lamp swayed a few times, flickering on and off.

"Human? Naive."

Liu Yin smiled contemptuously and did not take these so-called jades seriously. He learned from the memories of the core members of the Exorcist Society who were killed that the strongest of the eight people was only about the same as three ghosts.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The coffin in the room was still shaking violently, as if some great terror was brewing. Even the hall was shaking and trembling as if there was an earthquake.

Liu Yin's face changed. This strange wooden house blocked his perception, and he really didn't notice the existence of the coffin.

"Never mind, I'll kill you first, and then find a way to deal with this thing in the coffin."

Before Liu Yin could make a move, Shirakawa Haruko had already taken action. She sensed the murderous intent in the tall man at the door, but it was impossible for a human to have murderous intent towards a ghost. It was obvious that the other party's target was their group.

A gentle, yet strange singing voice suddenly rang out. The singing seemed like a folk song passed down by word of mouth on the island, or like the lullaby that Liu Yin's mother sang when he was a child. It always evokes the deepest memories in people's minds.

The song seemed to have some kind of magic, causing Liu Yin to stop his actions unconsciously. The murderous intent in his heart faded a little, and his eyes became a little blurred.

However, this situation only lasted for about a minute. A gray light flashed in Liu Yin's remaining left eye, and he instantly woke up from his previous state.

"It's a charming ghost song, but unfortunately I'm an emotionless Shura."

The darkness could not block Liu Yin's sight. His dead grey eyes swept across the entire hall. The few people whose eyes passed by felt their whole bodies go cold in an instant, and an inexplicable chill surged in their hearts.

"year!"

The effect of the ghost song only lasted for a minute. It was the first time that Shirakawa Haruko encountered such a situation. There was no doubt that the person at the door was extremely terrifying and had a strong immunity to this kind of supernatural power.

So, she called on Xiang Shengnian to take action without hesitation. The fight between ghost riders can often be decided in an instant. There is no luck and no mercy. As long as the action is taken, the ending will be a life-and-death struggle in most cases.

A paper lantern suddenly appeared next to Liu Yin. The light inside was a strange red, like a ball of ghost fire floating in the air.

Not only that, this red lantern seemed to be constantly replicating, and Liu Yin was soon surrounded by more than ten lanterns. The red light was not blazing, on the contrary, it exuded an extreme chill, but this chill gave Liu Yin a strange burning and stinging feeling.

"hiss--!"

Liu Yin took a deep breath. The existence of the will-o'-the-wisp lanterns constrained him, and even his movements gradually became stiff. He tried to chop all the lanterns with the samurai sword Onikiri. But the lanterns did not seem to exist in reality, and Onikiri could not touch them at all.

"Then address the source directly."

Liu Yin considered himself a man who had seen many storms and had a sharp eye, and he made the decision in an instant.

The lantern could only restrict his movements, but it could not completely make him lose his ability to move. Liu Yin endured the burning sensation brought by the red light and continued to approach Xiang Shengnian's position.

However, as Liu Yin continued to move, the red light became brighter, and the burning and stinging sensations became more intense. There were even holes of varying sizes appearing on Liu Yin's suit.

"I am coming too."

Huang Yueming forced himself to support his weak body. One of his arms was a strange purple-blue color, and it was difficult to be spotted in the dark environment. The palm on this arm was even more bizarre, and each finger was different, as if the fingers of different people were spliced ​​together.

Five fingers fell from his palm like building blocks, and then instantly appeared on Liu Yin's body, constantly piercing him, leaving a shocking bloody hole on his body each time.

"You guys really gave me a big surprise. It seems that the ghost riders of the island country are not all useless."

Liu Yin smiled sinisterly. These minor injuries were nothing to him. As long as he still had his ghost slaves, he could replace them at any time, and he would still be in the most perfect condition after returning.

And now, his ghost slave has arrived.

Hundreds of thousands of ghost slaves gathered in Kanagawa Prefecture again. They gathered together as if they had wisdom and rushed towards the snow-covered Samukawa Shrine. Seeing this scene, the members of the Exorcist Society headed by Iwai did not dare to leave the safe house at all. Even if they huddled together, they did not dare to make any big noise.

At the foot of the shrine, Kirishima Miaki stood there alone, like an isolated island. The cracks on his body had completely recovered, and the dark purple fog instantly covered the entire Kanagawa, and all of Liu Yin's ghost slaves in suits were pulled into his ghost den.

There was clearly no wind in the ghost den, but the thick fog strangely spread out and quickly merged into the bodies of the ghost slaves. The ghost slaves who had absorbed the purple fog were turning into reflective purple mirrors at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, at this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and all the ghost slaves froze in place in an instant, motionless. The only one who could move in the ghost den was Kirishima Miaki.

The ghost den that belonged to him seemed to be still at this moment, and the ground turned into a mirror that shone with dark purple light, reflecting the figures of countless ghost slaves:
Assimilated into dark purple suits, rotten heads, and cracked samurai swords, all the ghost slaves seemed to be trapped in the mirror at the same time.

It is a mirror and also a cage.

There was no expression on Kirishima Miaki's face. He slowly took a step forward. The force of his step was so great that it actually shattered the mirror that reflected reality.

"Crack——!"

The sound of a mirror breaking was heard at the foot of the dead silent mountain.

Every time Kirishima Miaki took a step, a large crack would appear on the huge mirror. These cracks were like flowers, carrying some weird and absurd sense of art.

"It's just a mirage."

seven steps.

All the mirrors shattered.

(End of this chapter)