In the quiet campus, there is a mysterious and sadistic spirituality spreading, and fatal hallucinations are like hair, entangled on the buildings.

Qing Keisuke put on a mask and climbed over the wall to enter the school.

Because he was still wearing his school uniform, he was more cautious this time and avoided the scope of surveillance. Fortunately, he already had spirituality to squander, and Qing Keisuke's perception gradually became more comprehensive.

A clearer vision, and the secrets glimpsed from it.

The extended hair surged out from the corners, window sills, and treetops, like a wave, and turned into the eyes of the monster.

There are also fingers growing out of the grass, clusters swaying in the evening breeze.

Even if most of it is just an illusion, it still shows that this is a monster that is far more ferocious and terrifying than a parasitic soul.

It is impossible to confirm how much hatred and hatred is contained in it. The ghosts spawned by such emotions must also have a miserable life experience.

If we follow the normal process and normal narrative development, Qing Keisuke should also pursue the source of the story, find the existence of things such as the murderer, the murder weapon, and the last wish, recall what happened in this land in the past, and finally find the

The monster's body puts the last coffin on the past events and ushered in the final ending.

Of course, it’s best to use love to transform this hatred.

Unfortunately, the Demon King had no such interest at all. After being angered, he even borrowed the power that could solve the problem without hesitation.

——To completely destroy it!

Destroyed!

No matter how many grievances you have, what does it matter to me?

The undead should have their duties as undead!

If you try to implicate the living, you should bear the corresponding price.

Qing Keisuke sniffed the stench in the air and sneered silently. You must have been prepared for this crime of offending the king.

He took out the divine banner Yui's close-fitting guard, immersed his spirituality in it, put his own mark on it, and turned it into his own shape.

"Let me see...what the hell is hidden under your hair."

Qing Keisuke stretched out his hand to grab a strand of wandering spirituality, and in an instant, a biting coldness came from the taut hair.

But soon, a wisp of purple flame ignited from the Demon King's hand, dispelling all the coldness. Then Qing Keisuke let go of his hand, letting the flame take root in the ghost's spirit and let it fly in the air.

"Take me to find it."

Under the strange night, a wisp of purple fire floated into the school building. Although it was only slightly spiritual, it brought terror and invisible pressure.

The glass windows in the corridor were vibrating, the mosquitoes were silent and low, and the ownerless spirit was absorbed into the flames, becoming the firewood that strengthened Qing Keisuke's power.

The spirituality used does not even exceed 10 points, but after reaching the most basic spell-casting standard, Qing Keisuke's options will expand infinitely. If he uses it sparingly like this, he can use this guard for a long time.

The free spirituality was swallowed up by the flames, and the flames expanded and expanded little by little.

Purple light illuminated Qing Keisuke's face, and his originally handsome features looked a little soft at the moment. His eyes were slightly closed, feeling the long-lost strength, and at the same time looking for his goal.

"Arisukawa..."

"Seems like she's still in school."

"But the situation seems a little different from what you imagined?"

In the light of the fire, Aoi Keisuke caught a glimpse of the spiritual remnants. After confirming that Arisukawa Asuka was not in danger for the time being, he became more and more unscrupulous - he didn't even manage to tie up a hostage. This kind of waste snack is not suitable for after-dinner entertainment.

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He is as leisurely and relaxed as hunting, unabashedly spreading pressure throughout the school.

The hair that acted as the perception was burned into nothingness by the flames, passing on the searing pain. The hair clinging to the building peeled off bit by bit, and a hallucinatory scream came from the distance.

Then he followed the flames throughout most of the school building, and finally caught him in an obscure confrontation.

A piece of hair that was about to sneak up on him from behind was firmly grasped by Qing Keisuke. The spirit of an entity that was completely different from the hallucination stirred, and the hair flew. In an instant, a dark hand even stretched out from it, holding down Qing Keisuke hard.

The back of the hand.

"Oh?"

Qing Keisuke ignored the curse spreading on his skin, and instead savored it carefully under the protection of spirituality.

"This hatred is pure!"

The Demon King praised him, but that was all.

He raised his hand to summon flames, and cast down the burning punishment on the unaware traitor.

In the flames, the dark palms curled up, changing towards a deeper black color, and then gradually turned into charcoal.

The slender hair like running water turned into ashes and floated out of the window. It seemed that every hair was wailing, praying for the subject's blessing.

Then, it was gradually annihilated in the flames and turned into burned out embers.

"Ah...so you are here."

He looked towards the back of the school building, where the old banyan tree was hundreds of years old.

It’s no wonder that something unexpected happened tonight, it turned out that they had already seen each other so closely!

But even now, there seems to be nothing unusual about this tree. If it weren't for the thin moonlight, those entwined letters, Ema's banyan whiskers have all turned into long black hair, I'm afraid even if I saw it, I would hesitate to perceive it.

An error occurred.

——These ghosts have very clever ways of hiding themselves.

Before having a deeper understanding, the Demon King can only rely on the stupidest method of finding spiritual residue.

Qing Keisuke jumped down from the window on the second floor and said with a smile: "We are already at the door of our house. Are we still too shy to see people?"

In an instant, a piercing scream came from the ground.

The completely enraged evil spirit is awakening, its cruel and twisted will instantly lights up the night sky, casting a terrifying shadow in a realm that mortals cannot see.

Let's call this monster that is integrated with the old banyan tree a "long-haired ghost". At this moment, its spirituality index reached a terrifying value of 400.

The long hair is like a black tide, sweeping along the tree trunk.

The strong and suffocating rotten odor, twisted branches, and bleeding leaves made Qing Keisuke seem to have fallen into another world, leaving only hatred lingering in the air for a long time.

"So hungry, so painful, so cold——!"

The sharp female voice turned into a scream, and the entire old banyan tree also split apart. The trunk stretched out and turned into a ferocious mouth, which connected downwards to the corpse with deep stench.

"It turned out to be a fusion of a ghost and a banyan tree spirit..."

At the top of the school building, on the iron net of the rooftop, a figure quietly appeared. She was dressed in an honorable palace dress, her sleeves gently fluttering in the evening breeze.

"Qing Guijun, do you have the courage to face this kind of creature?"

Kamaba Yui murmured to herself.

Even for most onmyoji who have graduated, such ghosts are difficult to deal with. After fusion, the monster's abilities are often beyond recognition, and experience becomes completely useless, and they can only be removed by relying on ability.

What surprised her even more was that Qing Keisuke seemed to have discovered her existence and directly prohibited her from intervening in his after-dinner entertainment.

"So hungry!"

I want to complete the missing fingers of my body.

"It hurts!"

The body covered with scars is screaming.

"It's so cold!"

It’s so cold under the roots of the banyan tree!

The giant tree roared, and its thick branches were wrapped with long black hair, layer after layer.

The dark wind howled, rolling around Qing Keisuke's clothes.

But facing this scene, he only responded with a contemptuous sneer, his stern expression showing no mercy or emotion.

"The Spiritual Fire of Tenacity——!"

Spirituality instantly formed a siphon in his hand, and the fireball that had absorbed enough spirituality came in response.

The purple flames turned into a torrent and converged towards his right hand. In the surging flames, it seemed like a scaly arm armor covered Qing Keisuke's fist.

The purple flames illuminated his face at this moment, and that expression called excitement moved Kamabata Yui's face, and then his body swayed and he could hardly stand on the iron net.

——I can’t wait to fall into Qing Keisuke’s arms immediately, even if she has to bear the punch.

"The determination to always move forward!" he said again.

"Boom——"

The huge banyan tree fell towards him, with such a huge body, such a deep shadow, and a spirit of deep hatred.

The wooden mouth opens wide!

At this point, Aoi Keisuke punched forward.

In an instant, countless cracks climbed up the trunk of the old banyan tree, and then purple fire filled it, destroying everything.

This exchange seemed to have stalled for a moment, and Kamaba Yui, who had originally planned to take action, was stunned in place.
To be continued...