Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“Bang…”

Just then, another muffled sound rang out.

From within the encirclement of hundreds of evil spirits, several fragments emitting black gas were ejected.

“Could it be…”

Onmyodo-ki's face changed.

“Bang, crack, bang…”

The first two sounds seemed to be just the horn that started some kind of anomaly.

Next, it was a sound like popcorn, dense and continuous.

Onmyodo-ki raised his head and saw the encirclement formed by hundreds of evil spirits dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye, like spring snow…

No, the word 'dissolving' is too gentle.

A more accurate description would be…

Exploding.

Starting with the evil spirits in the very center of the circle, their bodies swelled strangely, and then burst open like balloons blown to their limit, scattering fragments with black aura all over the ground.

In the scene where evil spirits burst open one by one and debris flew all over the sky, Nightstar, covered in wounds, slowly raised his left foot and took a step forward as scarlet blood dripped on the ground.

Then, another step.

From beginning to end, Nightstar's eyes were always locked on Onmyodo-ki's face.

He walked towards the other party step by step, with the remains of evil spirits emitting black gas hanging on his body.

The wounds on his body were healing at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a dark red river of blood and the remains of evil spirits scattered on the ground behind him, proving that a battle had indeed just taken place.

“No, no…”

Onmyodo-ki retreated, and a deep look of fear had already appeared on his twisted and ferocious face.

That was hundreds of evil spirits…

Couldn't they even delay him for a moment?

“I said, I see you.”

Nightstar walked up to Onmyodo-ki, slowly stretched out his right hand, and reached towards the other's face.

“I am the strongest exorcist, and also the strongest exorcist tool.”

“No… no…”

Onmyodo-ki opened his mouth wide and spewed out that ghostly blue flame, trying to resist Nightstar's hand reaching towards him.

But what came into his eyes was a ghostly hand with pale, sharp nails and a jet-black body.

…

At the same time, Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was on the top floor of the hotel, was pacing back and forth, her face full of worry.

Kunikane Onimaru, who had transformed into a human form, silently followed behind her.

“Why isn't he back yet…”

Shizuka Hiratsuka turned to look at Kunikane Onimaru, pursed her lips, and frowned.

“Could something have happened?”

Just as Kunikane Onimaru was halfway through his words, he suddenly flickered and disappeared from Shizuka Hiratsuka's sight.

“Eh? What is this?”

Seeing the woman in black mourning clothes disappear, Shizuka Hiratsuka was stunned for a moment, and then muttered to herself as if she had remembered something.

“This… is it resolved?”

Five minutes later, in the hotel underground parking lot.

“Master.”

Kunikane Onimaru, dressed in black mourning clothes, walked up to Nightstar and said softly.

“You have worked hard.”

“Hey, it's not hard at all.”

Nightstar took out a tissue from his pocket with his right hand, wiped the corner of his mouth, and replied with a smile.

“I had a great time eating.”

“I have always believed that you will be victorious.”

Kunikane Onimaru said with a smile, and prepared to transform back into a blade.

This state of being transformed into a human form is not actually her ability as a sword.

Even if Kunikane Onimaru is a famous sword passed down from the Sakura Province, one of the so-called Five Swords of the World, she is just a spiritual object, and of course she can't do such a thing.

She is able to transform into a human being because of Nightstar's power.

Soul embodiment is a subjective ability.

For some reason, in Nightstar's mind, famous swords of Kunikane Onimaru's level should be able to turn into people.

Therefore, Kunikane Onimaru was able to transform into a human form with his power.

Just as she was about to transform back into a blade and return to her master's waist, her peripheral vision swept over something that instantly emitted a cold killing intent in her eyes.

“Master, now that I am back, please hand this over to me.”

“Oh, this, take it.”

Nightstar didn't care, he just handed the shower head in his hand to Kunikane Onimaru.

After the latter took it, looking at the round object with a metal shape, the killing intent in her eyes was undisguised, and her white and delicate palms were put together, accompanied by a sour sound, squeezing the shower head into pieces.

Then, Kunikane Onimaru brushed the black long hair beside her ear, bowed gracefully to Nightstar, and returned to her gentle Yamato Nadeshiko appearance, covering her mouth and chuckling.

“Thank you for your understanding.”

Then, Kunikane Onimaru transformed back into her main body and returned to Nightstar's waist.

“Seriously, using a shower head as an opponent, what a twisted famous sword.”

Nightstar shook his head with a chuckle and walked slowly towards the exit of the underground parking lot.

…

When Shizuka Hiratsuka, along with the other guests, arrived at the hotel lobby on the first floor, they discovered a very strange thing.

Around…

No traces were left.

As usual, there was no blood in the lobby, no tragically dead human corpses, no terrifying evil spirits, and no smell of blood in the air.

Even the originally collapsed elevator had been restored to its original state.

It was as if everything in those tens of minutes had never happened.

“Was it all… an illusion?”

Shizuka Hiratsuka frowned slightly and glanced at the other residents who were equally puzzled, thinking that no matter what was going on, everything just now was definitely not an illusion.

Although other places had not changed, there was not a single staff member in the hotel lobby.

Undoubtedly, those innocent people who were killed by evil spirits were definitely not some kind of illusion.

The Reverse World is a world constructed based on the real world, formed by the negative impressions and emotions in human hearts.

This also means that the scenes in the Reverse World are based on reality as a reference, and not the other way around.

At this time, the hotel in the Reverse World may still be that bloody and cruel appearance.

But when the impressions of this hotel gradually turn into a normal appearance in the real world, it will overwrite the hotel in the Reverse World, just like covering a computer file.

It's like refreshing.

And the traces left in the Reverse World will naturally not be found in the real world.

…

At the same time, Shibuya commercial pedestrian street.

Yotsuya Miko, Sakurajima Mai, and Futaba Rio, who were maintaining surveillance, heard a sudden roar filled with endless resentment, echoing in the heavy rain.

“It's here.”

Yotsuya Miko stood up, put her right hand on the Mikazuki Munechika sword hilt at her waist, and a dignified look appeared in her golden eyes.

“Get ready, don't let it run away.”

“Yeah, understood.”

Futaba Rio and Sakurajima Mai nodded slightly, and the three of them had a tacit understanding without communication.

At this time, they did not use the ability of soul embodiment, but maintained a normal state.

On the one hand, it was to save energy, conserve strength, and prepare to meet the battle.

On the other hand, Nightstar once said a sentence.

“When the battle between evil spirits and exorcists begins is determined by the exorcist.”

In the state where the soul embodiment ability is not released, the aura of a psychic is no different from that of an ordinary human.

And in the city of the real world, there are a large number of human residual auras in almost every place.

Under the cover of this aura, it is no different from finding a needle in a haystack for evil spirits to determine whether there are humans in the nearby area, which is completely impossible.

Of course, it would be different in the Reverse World.

After all, there are no living people in the Reverse World, and any human entering it will arouse the vigilance of evil spirits.

And Futaba Rio is based on this point to formulate the plan.

Before the evil spirit manipulating this incident pulls this area into the Reverse World and senses the existence of the three of them, this time difference is their biggest advantage.

Although there is no observation from Hyakume, the equipment is still complete as a professional exorcist.

Futaba Rio was holding binoculars, while Sakurajima Mai and Yotsuya Miko were holding umbrellas for her on the left and right.

Without special reminders, the Pale Ghost Hand has already shrunk by itself, transformed into the size of a human palm, and hid in some corner.

In the torrential rain, Futaba Rio stared at the 'door' on the street, blinking her eyes after a long time, fearing that she would miss any suspicious traces.

“Buzz… buzz…”

The street lights on both sides of the street suddenly flickered a few times.

After a burst of dazzling sparks, the lights disappeared.

An evil spirit, naked from the waist up, as thin as a withered bone, and wearing gray ragged trousers, appeared from nowhere and walked slowly towards the 'door' at the other end of the street.

“That should be the target.”

Futaba Rio could tell at a glance that the other party was definitely not human.

One of the reasons is that in this torrential rain, normal people would definitely not walk so slowly without even holding an umbrella.

Of course, the more important reason is that although the other party's body shape is not as distorted as ordinary evil spirits, the skin on the entire upper body is smeared black.

“This is… a Nuribotoke.”

Facing this evil spirit, which is either from the Reverse World, composed of people's negative impressions, or originally belonged to the real world, in short, is very famous and ranks among the Hyakki Yagyo, the expressions of Futaba Rio, Sakurajima Mai, and Yotsuya Miko became dignified.

“Wait a moment…”

Futaba Rio held the binoculars, observed the Nuribotoke walking step by step towards the 'door' and gradually approaching the hiding place of the three of them, suppressed the tension in her chest, and tried her best to maintain a calm mood.

1, 2, 3, 4……

For some reason, although the Nuribotoke's actions seemed slow, its speed of progress was very fast.

It only took four seconds to walk nearly twenty meters.

Seeing that the other party was less than ten meters away from the location of herself and others, Futaba Rio said softly.