Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

Guatechuan organized the language: "Have you noticed anything wrong in your home recently?"

"Well, what do you mean?"

"For example, the lottery is not as effective as before? The talisman paper is not as powerful as before?"

"No! Everything in my house is normal... What do you mean by that?" Hu Tao's voice was slightly puzzled.

everything is normal?That's really strange... Furutegawa couldn't figure it out either. There were talisman papers and shrines outside the inn, so why did the monsters break in without making a sound?

He stepped out of the monitoring room and came outside the hotel.

Outside, everyone looked nervous, and they were busy preparing for the night.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro came over and said with a solemn face: "Free up the activity room in the hotel, we will live together tonight, and I will send someone to the city to buy lunch and water, we will not move the things here."

"It's very thoughtful." Furudegawa didn't say anything, he walked to the rest chair next to him with his sword bag on his back, sat down and took out his mobile phone, and began to read and reply to messages.

It's still far away from dark now, and he doesn't need to do anything, just play with his mobile phone.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked back at the hotel, always felt that an invisible wind was blowing in the empty floor, he had goosebumps on his body, he quickly sat near the Furate River, squinted his eyes to bask in the sun, and drove away the chill that just appeared on his body.

In a supernatural world, low-key become a god

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"Is it really possible?" Yasuhiro Ishikawa squatted at the gate of the hotel with a boxed lunch in his hand at sunset, with a worried expression on his face.

The opponent this time hasn't figured out what it is, so rashly taking such a big risk is really against his principles of doing things.

Furute Chuan Kamimi, who was buried next to him, swallowed the rice: "Don't worry, I'm familiar with this."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa nodded heavily. It was already too late even if he said to leave. Now the only consolation in his heart is that Guategawa is still so calm.

"Is it enough to eat? Why don't you send someone to buy another cart of bento before it's dark?"

Kamito Kamito put down the empty lunch box, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue: "It's almost there, you shouldn't eat too much for dinner, as long as you're [-]% full."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was stunned for a moment, silently looking at the bento boxes that were piled up into a hill next to him, and sighed in his heart that it was not for nothing that he was so powerful.

"It's okay, just let go and eat! Let's not talk about anything else, we must be full!"

Furutekawa shook his head.

Eating too much will make you sleepy and affect your activities. I don't know if it's a ghost, a demon, or something else that came tonight.

He took a sip of tea, walked to the open space already shrouded in twilight, and slowly punched, stretching his muscles, bones and blood.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa looked up at the sky, the sky above his head had completely dimmed, and a few sparse stars were shining.

His expression froze and he stood up.

it's dark……

Last night, it was around this time that the accident happened, right?

He raised his hand high.

The team commissioner at the back had a serious expression on his face. The entire hotel, wherever there were lights, was as bright as day at this moment.

Although it may not be useful, it is always a little peace of mind.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa looked around and looked at his subordinates who were busy checking the protective barrier, he couldn't help but let out a little breath, and checked the guns and ammunition on his body.

Ever since he felt that the Odachi was not easy to use, he gave it up, replaced it with a dagger, and brought an extra gun.

The dagger is not used against monsters, it is a tool for surviving in the wild in case one gets lost in the wilderness.

He filled up the bullets, breathed in the cool mountain breeze, and waited intently.

Behind him, members of the ten teams sat on stools with equipment in their hands, ready for battle.

In the yard, only Furutekawa God saw a person punching, relaxing his tendons.

The sky was completely darkened. In the hot summer, the heat was steaming, and the night sky was clear and star-studded. It was a quiet night.

10 minutes later, still nothing happened.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro couldn't help leaning back slightly, glanced at his watch, he was slightly relieved, and at the same time a little disappointed.

It's past the time of last night's accident.

There was a sound of relief behind him.

It is often the unknown that makes people frightened. Yasuhiro Ishikawa was very touched by this, so he didn't say anything, just lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

"Huh!" He exhaled smoke rings, just wanting to be beautiful for a while, but at this moment, the brightly lit apartment building dimmed instantly.

He froze for a moment, his face tightened instantly.

coming!

There was a little panic from behind.

He came back to his senses, dropped the cigarette he had just smoked, and growled, "Turn on the lights!"

"Yes Yes!"

The headlights of the cars on both sides of the hotel were turned on one after another, and the strong light illuminated most of the front yard.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa held the gun in both hands and stared at the gate.

Outside the open door, billowing black mist appeared at some point.

The car lights prepared on both sides suddenly flickered, and all went out silently amidst the sound of "sizzling" electric current.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's heart also sank as the lights couldn't be extinguished.

What the hell is this?

"Fire!" He suddenly shouted, aimed at the gate, and kept pulling the trigger in his hand.

The ten teams behind them who had already found the attacking position also unceremoniously tilted the bullets in the clips, and the Onmyoji was on the side, silently chanting the formula, smashing the talisman paper, and shooting a dazzling fire.

Gushou Chuan Shenjian, who had already withdrawn his fists, held swords in both hands, and looked out of the gate solemnly.

The gunfire stopped quickly, and Ishikawa Yasuhiro urged his men to try to turn on the lights while changing the magazine.

After sending out a few orders in a hurry, he gulped down his saliva, raised the pistol with the reloaded magazine again, faced the outside of the gate, and asked his subordinates wearing night vision goggles: "How is it?"

"Boss, there is nothing outside the gate!"

"Repulsed?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro also put on the night vision goggles and scanned the surroundings, not daring to relax in the slightest.

At this time, Furutegawa's slightly weird voice sounded in his ear: "Back!"

"Back?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's eyes widened instantly, he turned around and roared, "Hurry up and hide!"

He himself rolled forward violently.

Just when he had just turned a somersault, a huge mace fell from the sky and landed obliquely on the floor, directly smashing a big hole.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's entire back went numb for an instant, he twisted his neck stiffly, looked at the barbs on the mace behind him that were longer than his fingers, and immediately broke out in cold sweat.

He gulped, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

almost!Almost, his beautiful wife was about to become a widow!

Heavy footsteps suddenly sounded, and the whole ground felt a slight tremor.

Immediately afterwards, a one-horned evil spirit, whose body seemed to be surrounded by flames, came in from the three-meter-high gate, staring at everyone in the yard with its scarlet one-eyed eye as big as a fist.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro's heart trembled.

Red Ghost!The legendary messenger of hell!

"Shoot, shoot!" He screamed in a distorted voice.

The gunfire rang out again.

Chi Gui just raised his hand to cover his one-eyed eyes, and let the bullet fall on his body, creating sparks.

Someone yelled: "Why are the talisman paper and the shrine not moving?"

"I fucking want to know too!" Yasuhiro Ishikawa snarled, "Don't talk nonsense! If it doesn't die, we have to die!"

The gunfire suddenly became more urgent.

After everyone's guns were emptied of bullets, the Cyclops standing in the yard just patted his stomach casually.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro and his group immediately despaired.

What they used were all specially made spirit-removing bullets!

Under such a strong attack, even if a disaster comes, he dare not resist!

But why didn't even a small hole be left for the red ghost!

Could it be... is it much stronger than a disaster?

"It's a bit strange..." Furutegawa's voice sounded from the headset.

Shi Chuan was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "It may be much better than a disaster!"

"No, I'm talking about the talisman paper and the shrine at the door... Huh? There are monsters again."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa was stunned for a while, feeling even more desperate.

This red ghost is enough for them to suffer, and they still come?

Does God want his beautiful wife to be a widow? !

He opened his eyes wide, glaring at the door.

Around the red ghost surrounded by flames, it illuminates a monster that is almost shoulder-high with it, but is covered in bruises and looks like a cow or a horse.

After Ishikawa Yasuhiro saw it clearly, he jumped up as if struck by lightning in an instant, with a trembling voice: "Evil, evil..."

In a supernatural world, low-key become a god

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