This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

There are more than a dozen different human faces densely packed on the evil spirit's bald head, not just faces. There are different faces on the top of the head, the back of the head, and the left and right temples.

From the appearance, they are all young women in their teens to twenties, and the most notable one is Hoshino Nana on the chest. She is the most complete living soul left here these days. With her as the center, the pale faces of the resentful spirits are filled with monstrous resentment, and they hit with the impact of tearing everything in front of them into pieces.

This is also the main reason why Shengu can analyze the above information in his mind in the future.

too close!

Kamiya held up his mobile phone in the future, and watched Beichuan Temple's movements without blinking.

She was so frightened that she stood still and couldn't move. Even if she could move her feet, Kamiya Mirai didn't think she could escape the opponent's terrifying speed.

So I can only hand it over to Beichuan Temple standing in front of me!

If it is said that Beichuan Temple's action of taking out the resentment is challenging Shen Gu's cognition in the future, then the next action of the other party subverts the three views that Shen Gu has worked so hard to build in the past sixteen years.

Under Mirai Kamiya's sluggish expression, Beichuan Temple changed from a steady horse gait to a forward rush!

At a time like this, he actually wants to rush over to confront the opponent head-on? !

Kamiya Mirai was dumbfounded.

Shouldn't the onmyoji and witches in my impression all use spells and mahogany swords? How come to Beichuan Temple is close hand to hand combat?

The wraith was less than two meters away, and he slammed his palm like a cattail fan heavily on Beichuan Temple's head——

The strength of the volley made Shengu Future believe that even a stone wall would be smashed into pieces by the opponent.

But Beichuan Temple could no longer stop!

Mirai Kamiya only felt that the rapid heartbeat merged with the footsteps of Beichuan Temple, and the world became blank as a result.

She actually developed tinnitus and dizziness symptoms nervously!

Under Kamiya Mirai's so focused observation, Beichuan Temple bent down, barely dodging the opponent's slap, but at the same time hooked his feet around the opponent's waist.

At such a close distance, Beichuan Temple could even smell the indelible odor of the other party.

With the strength of his legs, Beichuan Temple turned over suddenly, and the black energy gathered, forming sharp finger pricks. His hands stretched out to wrap around the rotting head.

Wrists twist, waist down.

Click! ! ! !

Beichuan Temple turned out to follow the opponent's forward force and sharp finger stabs, and ruthlessly twisted the head of the wraith with a human face!

Jujitsu!

At the moment when the opponent's body fell, Beichuan Temple and Hoshino Nana on the opponent's chest looked at each other.

Those dark eyes with no whites were still full of resentment towards strangers, unchanged.

In fact it is.

Beichuan Temple sighed.

Originally, he wanted to try to see if he could communicate with Nana Hoshino and ask her to tell who the person who harmed him was, but the result was nothing more than that.

I took it for granted.

With a calm expression, Beichuan Temple stretched out his left hand and reattached the dislocated right hand with a click, thinking about it.

Wraiths are just Wraiths, they are purely composed of people's negative emotions, expect to get information out of their mouths, and have to wait for death or whether they can get the ability to read the memory of the dead in the future.

The only good news is that the middle-level death energy mastery already has a certain shaping ability, which is of great help to actual combat——

The head in his hand turned into a black air current and floated in the air, and the remnant body of the resentful spirit lying on the ground, twitching, also drifted away with the wind.

When the black air flow completely dissipated, Hoshino Nana's voice of extreme resentment also echoed in the sky.

"Beichuan..."

The cold message came——

‘Recovery of the human-faced wraith, one of the elementary and high-level wraiths, get 2 skill points. '

Beichuan Temple closed his eyes to feel the improvement of his physical fitness and death energy, but before he had time to check the specific condition of his body, he heard Kamiya Mirai over there suddenly making a surprised voice:

"What is this?"

At the place where the wraith disappeared, a broken square-shaped thing that looked like a skill book actually fell down.

"This is?" Beichuan Temple walked over.

He had some expectations in his heart.

Is it possible that junior high-level wraiths still explode in skill books like the RPG game system?

Most of the functions of the system have not been figured out by him, after all, it is only a short ten days.

But when Beichuan Temple actually held it in his hands, he was a little disappointed.

The texture of the paper rubs against the fingertips.

This is just a simple notepad with a slightly worn cover.

Kamiya Mirai lay limp on the spot for a long time, and staggered over after his legs regained some strength.

Her eyes were filled with the brilliance of witnessing things beyond her knowledge, seeing Beichuan Temple's expression looking over, she said with trepidation:

"I can swear... neither the haunted house nor the roller coaster in the amusement park is as exciting as before."

She almost didn't pee in fright, until now thinking of the scene just now, her fair thighs are still a little weak.

Kamiya Mirai managed to touch Beichuan Temple's side, grabbed his sleeves with both hands, pressed his small face tightly against Beichuan Temple's profile, and asked feebly, "What is this?"

Beichuan Temple didn't care about Kamiya's intimate behavior in the future, he looked at the notepad in his hand, frowned slightly and analyzed:

"It's probably something the prisoner left or forgot. With the last bit of obsession in his life, Hoshino absorbed the notepad with a bit of master's breath into his body."

"Really?" Kamiya Mirai only felt limp all over, and he didn't have the strength to hold it up. He just hugged Beichuan Temple from behind, pressed his chest tightly, and continued as if hanging on him: "If this is the case, then there should be a prisoner on it. clues."

"It should be like this." Beichuan Temple took the notepad and looked at the front, then at the back, and after confirming again and again that it was not a prop like a skill book, he said unwillingly: "Let me open it and have a look."

Now his mind is full of skill books, and he doesn't care about Shen Gu's future tricks at all.

Beichuan Temple opened the notepad, and muttered softly after glancing at the content on it.

"It's really not a skill book."

"Huh? What are you talking about, Monarch?"

"Nothing." Beichuan Temple replied indifferently. Not getting the skill book made him feel a little unhappy.

It's just that his subordinates are still flipping through it unwillingly.

Finally he gave up.

This is really just a notebook, or a very special notebook.

"What is written on it?" Kamiya Mirai squeezed forward and asked curiously, "Can I have a look, Monarch?"

She had a reason for asking.

God knows if there will be something like 'resentment' on this notepad?

"Whatever you want." Beichuan Temple threw the notepad to Mirai Kamiya.

Kamiya Mirai, who received the notepad, became a little more energetic.

She found a bench and sat down, reached out and opened a notepad.

The handwriting on the notepad is very messy, some fonts are too distorted and deformed, and some places are blurred by large blood stains, even Kamiya Mirai can barely read part of it.

She looked at the first sentence.

"Am I crazy? I actually...I actually...I killed the daughter of the Mitsui family next door. Just to make an agreement with Youxi? No, it won't be like this, I love Youxi, I do The... is that right?"

The crazy, weird and distorted fonts are torn on the paper like fingernails.