Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

Bai Chuan Hutao, whose face was still lingering on the side, looked at it, and after thinking for a while, said uncertainly: "It seems to be the direction of the special department."

"Special department?" Seeing his pupils shrunk, Furutegawa seemed to have an explanation for the strange feeling in his heart.

"Is it a disaster? No, no, no, how could he be so strong? Can he guide thunder and lightning to attack the special department? Isn't this nonsense?" He subconsciously denied his inner thoughts, frowned, turned left and right, and took out his phone After looking at it and thinking about it, he walked aside and called Yasuhiro Ishikawa.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Nobody answers the phone.

He put away his cell phone, thought for a while, put on his raincoat, picked up the sword in one hand, and said, "I'm going out for a while, I might be back soon, be careful."

"Where to?"

"Well... I have an employer, but I can't get in touch now. I'll check the situation."

"Huh? You worked two jobs at the same time?"

"Hey, how can a worker have the right to choose? Well, I'm leaving!"

After speaking, he rushed into the rainy night that was getting worse and worse.

Bai Chuan Hutao looked at his back, shrugged slightly, and closed the door, shutting out the rain and cold air.

……

The person on duty at the gate received a notice today and knew that he was still responsible for the security of the old school building, so he opened the door and let him pass, and borrowed a car for him by the way.

Kotegawa Kamimi looked at a row of cars, motorcycles and bicycles, hesitated, and pushed a bicycle under the slightly strange eyes of the people around him.

He rode away, and before going to the special department, he went to a nearby school, climbed over the wall, went around the old school building and smelled it, and after confirming that there was no smell of evil spirits, he climbed over the wall again, Went to the direction of Bunkyo Special Division.

In the dark night, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there seemed to be electric snakes wandering freely in the dark clouds high above.

He watched from a distance, found a shelter from the rain, took gloves and a face mask from the bag he was carrying under the raincoat, and continued on his way.

When he was about to arrive, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

He found another place to stop, and took a look.

This time it was a reply letter from Yasuhiro Ishikawa.

There are only a few scattered characters on the letter, but it can barely be spelled into one sentence: "He is coming"

For a moment, Furutegawa Kami saw that his pupils had shrunk to the size of a pinprick, and without hesitation, he stuffed his mobile phone into his bag, left his seat, and pedaled towards the special department.

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Chapter 160 Three Ishikawa vs Disaster

Under the pattering rain, a cowhide boot stepped on the puddle, raised it again, and stepped over the wreckage of the vermilion torii gate that had just been split into charcoal by lightning.

A team of special commissioners who came to fight the fire happened to witness the kick that desecrated the gate of their own house, and they all became furious, ran over cursing, and greeted loudly: "Tieba——"

The owner of the boots kept walking, and a phantom that was too fast to see appeared from behind him. In the night, the light of snow-white knives tore through the air, flashed alternately, and a team of commissioners hadn't finished speaking in an instant.

The infrared camera not far away was flickering rapidly, and a few seconds later, the entire special department was brightly lit and the alarm sounded loudly.

A series of high-power searchlights hit the owner of the boots. I don't know how many special commissioners rushed out of the building, and pointed their guns at him like an enemy.

And the owner of the boots continued to take steps, as if seeing everything in front of him as nothing.

He didn't stop until he entered the courtyard of the special department, and raised his head slightly.

Under the black hood, the corners of the mouth full of stubble grinned a little bit, revealing a mouthful of sharp beast-like teeth.

Behind him, in the tumbling black mist, there is a wriggling darkness.

A group of hooded men also raised their heads.

Someone shouted loudly: "Fire!"

There was a loud crackling sound instantly, interweaving a brief rain of fire in the air.

The onmyojis in purple safari suits were lined up among them, holding talisman papers between their fingertips, their faces were serious, and they were muttering words.

Streams of black streamer were mixed in the fire rain.

The owner of the cowhide boots standing at the front held his hands, his robe was slightly swaying in the wind and rain, and his figure remained motionless.

Four strong men like iron towers rushed out, their arms overlapped each other, their body shape changed drastically, and they turned into four thick copper walls, superimposed on each other, blocking all the bullets and black light outside.

A tide of black mist poured out from both sides of the wall, and the rain of fire that originally attacked the wall instantly split into two waves, pouring out all the bullets.

Large swaths of black mist dissipated with miserable cries.

But after all, it can't stop everything.

Some of the black mist was extremely fast, directly enveloping the commissioner who shot, and creepy screams and chewing sounds sounded from the black mist.

This scene reminded many people of certain fears.

"Back back! Open the yin and yang magic protective barrier!" The commander's voice was hurried, and he retreated while attacking.

A pale golden halo rose up, enveloping the entire building.

Someone rushed to the headquarters for help on the phone, but what was surprising was that the headquarters was also being attacked by unknown monsters.

Many people raised their heads subconsciously and looked outside, as if they saw the flames rising one after another in the distance.

A trembling voice sounded: "The monsters are crazy? Are they going to attack Tokyo?"

No one answered.

"The highest-strength barrier can only last for 10 minutes, if there is no support after 10 minutes..."

In the corner of the crowd, Ishikawa Yasuhiro stared at the man in the black robe and hood who just raised his hand to stop all the black mist from attacking, his heart was trembling, and his fists were clenched little by little.

"Disaster..."

……

Outside the door, the owner of the cowhide boots put down his raised hand, and walked again. He stood in the middle of the special department's courtyard and looked up at the sky.

On the face under the hood, there seems to be a kind of nostalgia.

A seemingly invisible black mist mixed with scarlet, boiling around.

It makes one's scalp tingle.

No one can figure out why there are so many Piaojiang in Tokyo all of a sudden?

A hoarse voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Ishikawa, I'm here."

The commissioners who were doing emergency fortifications in the building subconsciously turned their heads and looked at the person standing in front of the window.

All of them suddenly had light in their eyes.

That's right, they also have Ishikawa-san from "Evil Spirits' Nemesis"!

"Ishikawa-san, please, please do it!"

Almost everyone saluted him.

"Ishikawa-kun, please!"

The over half-century-old, calm and prestige chief pulled down the corner of his mouth and patted him on the shoulder vigorously.

But Yasuhiro Ishikawa is as calm as a mountain, his face of vicissitudes is calm, and he even glances at his mobile phone leisurely, as if he doesn't pay attention to the disaster and black mist outside the Onmyoji barrier at all.

"Half an hour, there must be time..."

He calmed down, raised his hand slightly, and the hall was instantly silent.

After that, he walked to the door, holding a big sword in one hand and a pistol in the other, and looked at the disaster through the barrier.

"You're here." The middle-aged uncle said calmly.

The disaster mood is not good, this gesture of not taking him seriously, as well as old and new grudges from the past, all rushed to my heart in an instant.

His gaze was extremely cold, and an astonishing evil spirit emanated from himself, almost condensing into substance: "Shi, Chuan!"

Yasuhiro Ishikawa's calf was a little cramped, and his hand holding the odachi was tight and tight. While kneeling in his heart and praying that Furutogawa would come soon, he hypnotized himself: "There are radish vegetables outside, and radish vegetables outside... "

The middle-aged uncle regained his composure, and even sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Catastrophe, you are really brave! The thunder that fell just now...was the opening ceremony of the preparation? It really took great pains!"

In the hall, which is so quiet that you can hear the embroidery needles falling, everyone has more or less admiration and excitement in their eyes.

Amazing!As expected of Ishikawa-san!

There is no fear at all!

Although the calamity standing outside the barrier couldn't figure out the strength of Ishikawa Yasuhiro, but based on the successive deaths of his subordinates, it was inferred that he was slightly weaker than him, and might be equal to him.

It was also this that made him not want to take action to break through this layer of isolated Yin-Yang barrier.

At this time, if the strength is slightly incomplete, it may be the foreshadowing of defeat.

He stared at Shi Chuan with cold eyes: "No wonder he didn't dare to come out, so he was worried about this? Don't worry, the divine descendance is only that time just now... Come out, Ishi Chuan! Come out and lead to death! Otherwise, I will kill half of you." Wenkyo was blown into ruins."

God drop?Ishikawa Yasuhiro couldn't help twisting his face.

The big monster who claimed to be the evil god actually made a move?No wonder God's Domain was destroyed so easily.

hateful!

Is he crazy?

Yasuhiro Ishikawa took a deep breath, glanced at the dark clouds in the sky without a trace, and wanted to retreat, but the hall was already full of people, and there was no way to retreat.

He had no choice but to pinch himself hard, and roared in his heart: "I can't lose! At least I can't lose in momentum! There are also Furategawa-kun and Furategawa-sama! Hurry up and help!"

"Buzz~" At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated slightly twice.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro, whose face was livid and staring at Misfortune, felt relieved for a moment, and he smiled coldly: "A bunch of shady bugs are not worthy of me personally."

Calamity's eyes turned red, and there was a scarlet blood in the eyes, full of murderous intent: "I will chop you into pieces!"

"Boom!" A thunder fell from the sky again, directly smashing on the Yin-Yang barrier. In front of this kind of power, the pale golden halo was as brittle as a piece of paper, and directly shattered into a starlight.

There is no longer any barrier between the evil spirit society and the special department.

Ishikawa's face turned green immediately.