Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

Walnut was a little bit unhappy, but there was nothing he could do.

After locking the door of the lounge casually, Furutogawa looked up at the sky.

Today is April 4, the fourth week of his visit to Tokyo.

If calculated according to the lunar calendar of my hometown, it happens to be the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar.

It is said that the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round.

But the moon on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar is already very round, bright and round, like a big disc, hanging high in the sky.

He opened his arms, took a light breath, lowered his head and sorted out the ID card on his chest and the armbands on his arms, and went on patrol with his sword in hand.

In the entire women's apartment, except for the women's dormitory that cannot be easily accessed under normal circumstances, other places can be accessed.

Including public changing rooms, public bathrooms, and public laundry rooms.

Patrolling is actually quite tiring, and there are many and complicated places to check, especially in a dark environment, where a person has to use a flashlight to shine around, or look for those weird-looking monsters, ghosts, etc. It's really scary to think about it.

Feeling that life is not easy and money is not easy to earn, the young man sighed and walked around the three apartment buildings.

It is said that monsters and ghosts like to attack the patrolling people first, probably because it is easier to succeed, right?Because there are protective barriers set up by the master around the three apartment buildings.

So if the patrolling people walk around and everyone is safe, it can prove that this place is safe.

Seeing Ping An, Gu Techuan walked around and took a flashlight to check those public places.

Standing outside, he smoked at the long row of square buildings in front of him, focused his attention on his nose, and sniffed the smell in the air.

"It stinks! Socks, clothes, and..."

He covered his nose and looked in the direction of the locker room very dissatisfied.

Whose stinky socks didn't take them back to be cleaned, and put them in the cabinet to wait for fermentation?Really, are you going to grow mushrooms?

Also, this talent is quite dull, if only you can smell the smell of monsters.

He sighed, slapped his nose, gave up the idea of ​​being lazy, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door and walked in, checking one by one.

Very good, there are no traces of abnormal creatures.

Furutegawa God saw the door and locked the door to isolate the darkness in the room from the outside world.

But just as he pulled out the key, he suddenly felt a few eyes watching him.

From behind, at a distance of about ten meters away, silently staring at the back of his head.

He put the key in his pocket and turned around in surprise.

Hey guys, are there really little mice out there looking for food?

This is really, life and death.

Under the silver-white moonlight, the two were holding hands, their faces were covered with blood, but only the whites of their eyes were in Piao Jiang. Seeing him turn around, he threw the things in his hands on the ground, and jumped back in unison. It became unreal and disappeared.

Furutegawa was slightly stunned, put down his hand on the hilt of the sword, stepped forward, took a flashlight to shine a light on it, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

It was a very familiar white ponytail, which he had seen in school last time.

"Those two are ghosts from the old school building? Can they come out?" He muttered, squatting down, holding a flashlight to shine a line of small crooked characters on it, his pupils shrank instantly.

"Please, save us"

"What happened to the group of floating sauces?"

He looked at the slow and illusory Fat Time on the ground, hesitated for a moment, stood up and strode towards the lounge.

Although I don't really care about ghosts.

However, the family letter that he had read before was somewhat blurred, which made it difficult for him to stand on the sidelines.

He walked faster and faster, strode to the lounge, and vigorously knocked on the doors of Bai Chuan Hutao and the little priest.

This is a three-bedroom house, and there are three bedrooms for them to rest and use.

Bai Chuan Hutao probably slept with his clothes on, and quickly opened the door, holding a knife in his hand, with serious eyes: "Is something wrong?"

Guate Chuan Shenjian's strength is there. If there is nothing wrong, he will definitely not call them so impatiently.

The little priest over there also went out, holding the talisman paper in his hand.

Guate Chuan Shenjian talked about what happened just now, and finally said: "I'll go back and have a look now, and you should be on your guard... Ask the administrator to turn on all the lights here! We will contact you at any time if there is anything!"

"Okay!" Bai Chuan Hutao said without hesitation, "There are a group of poor girls living there, and we will leave this place to us!"

Furute Chuan Shenjian nodded slightly, thought for a while and said: "If you really have a problem, don't try to fight it alone, try to delay it as much as possible, and I will come back immediately after I have dealt with the matter over there!"

"If only I had a car, it would be faster!"

"It's okay, it's next door anyway, it's actually troublesome if you have a car."

Furutekawa waved his hands, turned around and ran away.

"What should we do now?" The little priest asked with a slightly nervous expression. He obviously didn't expect that there would be a problem on the first night.

Bai Chuan Hutao didn't answer, she was on the phone, and not long after she hung up, the lights in the entire apartment building turned on instantly, turning it into daylight.

Chapter 150 Seven Demons in Tokyo (12) (21/[-])

Under the moonlight, in the North District, a group of men in black robes with hoods stood in a dilapidated and desolate courtyard, looking at the cherry blossom trees whose roots had been dug out before them, and they were a little silent.

There should have been some supplies here.

The storage location of the supplies should only be known to the branch president and Your Excellency Misfortune...

If the branch president died, then only His Excellency Misfortune should know about it, but now, it is obvious that someone has taken him away...

Who did it?Head of the Wumushu branch?Or the lost Lord Nightmare?

The man standing at the front took a deep breath to calm down the rage in his heart, and his hoarse voice made his calves tremble: "Go."

"Yes!"

All the black shadows turned into flowing shadows and ran towards the south.

Calamity's scarlet eyes were filled with ferocity, and he also turned around with big strides, disappearing into the darkness.

When did their evil spirits suffer such a big loss?

Revenge is at hand!

Just a little bit more preparation, a little bit more...

……

Furutekawa ran to the wall on the side of the school without stopping, just bent his knees and jumped, stepping on the wall and turning over.

The campus is full of black mist, full of anxiety.

Furutegawa Shinmi sniffed with his nose, frowned deeply, and glanced in the direction of the old school building, with a cold killing intent in his eyes.

These evil spirits can smell the stink from Mao Mao's body, but they can smell enough!

The shrine outside the old school building was shattered all over the place, and the two locked iron gates were wide open. It is no wonder that the ghosts inside are now running all over the campus.

He walked in with no expression on his face.

In the darkness, a gust of evil wind hit his head.

Without raising his eyelids, the long sword was unsheathed, and the almost solidified sword light lingered in the air for a long time.

"Puff!" There was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the darkness, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

Furutegawa Kamimi walked deeper.

The worse smell is not upstairs, but underground.

The air in the old school building was very cold, with a tingling feeling on the skin.

Furutegawa Shinmi found the stairs to go down, and walked down step by step, with calm eyes, neither looking around nor worrying about any sneak attack.

Perhaps this old school building was specially prepared for ghosts.

The space in the underground is huge, and there are more than one floor.

Kotegawa Kamami was not particularly interested in visiting, so he went all the way down the stairs to the bottom floor.

This layer is glowing with a faint cyan glow.

The temperature is as low as entering a cold storage.

A tall man in a black robe and hood was leaning over to carve something on the ground. In the corner, a group of trembling ghosts hugged their legs.

When Kotegawa Shinmi walked in, both the ghost and the man in the black robe and hood looked up at him.

He lowered his head, looked at a large piece of broken rags on the ground, and remained silent.

Every ghost has a relic on his body, which he reposes on himself as well as his obsessions.

When the spirit body dissipates, the parasitic objects will also be broken, just like the cloth sheets in this place.

He leaned over and found half a piece of white fat from inside.

There are a few crooked words vaguely on it.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

The hands of the man in the black robe and hood trembled for no reason, and the bright scarlet eyes under the hood flickered slightly. For some reason, it seemed to see the shadow of the Lord of Disaster on the human being in front of him.

It stood up, holding a long stick in the shape of a Zen stick, and looked down at Furutegawa with a height of nearly two and a half meters. The hood fell down, and it was a one-horned ferocious head that was not human at all.

Kotekawa put the piece of cloth in his pocket into his pocket, looked at the group of ghosts huddled in the corner, and said softly: "Do you know? Shooting an underage girl is punishable by death."

His eyes sharpened suddenly, and the long sword in his hand made a clear sound, and the light of the sword was like electricity.

Suddenly, a cloud of black mist erupted from the unicorn's body, painting the entire room black.

Then, the unicorn on its forehead lit up with a blue light, and it looked back and forth, as if it was preparing an attack.

A solid clear sword light flashed, and the single horn broke instantly.

Another flash of sword light broke its hand at the wrist and landed with a thud.

Furutegawa Kamijian didn't cut it with a single sword, but cut it from head to foot like he did to the five-eyed mouse.