Ichima Toojimen plans to enter the city quietly, not shoot, quietly walk into the world of hundreds of ghosts walking at night, and find opportunities to convey the news - such as throwing a note.

But a beautiful parking failure attracted the audience's attention and many people had the experience of being watched by more than a hundred people.

But if you were watched by more than a hundred ghosts, even if you were the Prime Minister here, you would have to be so nervous that you didn’t know what to say. Say Happy Zhongyuan Festival to the monsters? Or would you promulgate new welfare policies for them as citizens?

"Hmm? What."

A monster with one eye was watching with a muffled voice, occupying half of his face's big eyes, and the person staring at him was furrowing.

A big eye is pretty good, but what is terrible is that there is a thousand-eyed demon. The galaxy-like eyes that are enough to make people have dense phobia explode, staring at the sudden appearance of the car.

As for other strange monsters, not human form, or even mud or bones, there are more monsters that cannot even be considered flesh and blood.

A group of monsters were like watching the ingredients tonight, or the kind that was delivered to the door, and could chase the human flesh sashimi that they could eat.

"I, I, I."

Tuyumen Ichima smiled bitterly. If there were no accidents, he felt that his life would definitely be frozen here.

The metal shells of high-end foreign imported cars cannot give him any sense of security. In front of monsters and monsters, these metal bodies may be torn open with a slight force.

He took several deep breaths, his legs had no intention of stepping out of the car door. It was not until he saw a taurus monster walking towards him that he opened the car door in panic.

I'm afraid I'll die if I stay in the car!

"Dong!"

But his legs were not in charge at all. Tuyumen Ichimashi thought of getting off the car openly and standing upright with heroic spirit, so that he would not lose the majesty of the descendants of Qingmei and his own face.

But the body and brain were obviously not on the same front. Tu Yumen could not lift his feet at all. He was directly mixed by the car door and rolled to the ground with a slight sound.

"Ah! How can I repair it!"

Rolling and climbing, Tuyumen put on a standard posture of getting off the island country.

Especially with a pairing of the sound, it is simply a model for the protagonist to kneel down in the passionate comic.

"Moo Huh?"

The bullhead monster hesitated forward, and his big hooves hovered in the air, as if he didn't understand why a human would roll off the square box.

And it's such a big gift as soon as we meet.

"Hmm? What's the unexpected situation?"

Kameda lay on the window, looking curiously at the sudden appearance of Ichima Torimono.

He vaguely felt that the man kneeling looked familiar, but he just saw him vaguely.

Not only the monsters hesitated, but the audience who were watching the live broadcast room of Kameda was also in a panic. In order to deal with the explosion, the huge network company specially allocated multiple routes for Kameda.

However, compared to the profits brought by huge traffic, these are nothing.

[Which live broadcast room is this? It's too hardcore.]

[This is the real first-hand material, going deep into the gathering of hundreds of ghosts at night... Hundred and Hundred Searches?]

【For money, I don’t want to live, but I like this style.】

[In three seconds, I want to find all the information in this live broadcast room.]

Kameda suffocated his breath and felt a sense of crisis instantly came to the table.

He felt that he had worked hard enough to go deep into the city center in the horror of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, but who would have thought that there would be someone who would sacrifice his life and forget his life.

Is this really a waste of life??

Such bad competition without bottom line is simply the bad money driving out good money from the entire live broadcast industry.

Could it be that you have to carry your camera to the alley downstairs and broadcast it live in close range?

However, the barrage was refreshed quickly, and soon someone searched through all the live broadcast rooms in Kyoto.

[This live broadcast room was not found, it was not the anchor's close-up live broadcast.]

【Who is the guy on the ground?】

[Can they be humans who have a second-year high? Do they have any grudges to ask ghosts and gods? That's why they kneel directly on the ground.]

[After revenge is over, the soul will also be pulled into hell!]

Many people have developed rich associations, revenge, and apprenticeship. There are all kinds of people watching this wave. I don’t know how many professional screenwriters have, and the drama culture of thousands of years has been mobilized and used.

"This person..." Kameda rubbed his eyes. The man on the ground seemed to be afraid of the Taurus, so he moved his body back and his face finally showed up.

"It's Ichima Tori Gate! He is a direct descendant of the Great Onmyoji Abe Haraki..."

As an expert in the folk supernatural hall, how could Kameda not know the stars in the Kyoto area?

Before the many foreigners in the barrage asked questions, Kameda himself introduced it in English.

Let’s start with Abe Harumaki. In order to facilitate foreign understanding, Kameda also cited the example of the vampire hunter Lincoln.

Anyway, everyone is exorcist, just using magic and physical methods.

The descendants of the Great Onmyoji kneeled down to the demons and ghosts, and the information contained in it was too great!

This is asking the monsters to sway themselves and not to destroy Kyoto? Or do you want to rebel against humans and join the monster camp? Anyway, the more bizarre the speculation is, the more it can fit everyone's imagination of curiosity.

Kameda just explained his identity and dared not comment on the way Ichijiro Tsujimen. If one can't say it well, not only will the live broadcast room be banned, but he will be invited to eat pork chop rice.

"Don't have a bloody scene." Kameda prayed in her heart, afraid that the minnow monster would shoot Ichima Toogi on the spot.

It doesn’t matter whether you die or not. What’s important is not to ban yourself because of bloody violence.

“This taste.”

The monster sniffed his nose and frowned and pondered. The face of an animal appeared in contemplative shape, and the uncanny valley effect rose in the viewer's heart.

After thinking for a few seconds, the monster suddenly realized and stamped his feet.

"Hmph!"

The pair of huge nostrils exhaled white hot air. Even though they were four or five meters apart, they could touch the steaming hot air slightly, and Ichima Tuyumen still screamed miserably.

"Hot, hot, hot!" Tuyumen Ichima screamed shrillly, holding his hot steamed arms, rolling all over the ground.

"He... is a descendant of Abe Harimei!"

"The smell of blood is impossible to be wrong, it's him!"

The Minotaur screamed, and the scream contained endless anger.

Abe Haruaki's descendants ignited all the ghosts in one word, and countless monsters stared at each other, and they all grinned.

Many monsters also sniffed their noses and then showed a creepy smile: "That's right, even if a thousand years have passed, I will never forget this damn smell!"

"I'm going to eat him!"

"Damn Abe Harumaki, I want to tear his descendants apart a little bit and fill them in my mouth!"

"Share my heart!"

Tuyumen Yizhen smiled foolishly. Only the crotch of his pants could give him some warmth.
Chapter completed!