Genji Heavy

The quiet environment allows the beating rhythm of the heart in the chest to pass through the eardrum clearly.The moonlight shining overhead was not reassuring either, as it fell on the stone road, revealing a sense of paleness.

The boy ran forward with his eyes wide open.

A head of brown short hair flew back with his running movements, revealing a smooth forehead.

Even if he flies, his short hair can be seen to be uneven.

It's like cutting it by hand.

The cold feeling behind him became more and more clear, and it seemed that there was already a trace of black mist lingering in front of his eyes, as if he wanted to move his blood.

The little boy gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.But even though he had already given himself a psychological hint, the terrifying roars coming from behind still made his scalp tingle.

But the more urgent the more accidents are likely to occur.

Obviously the torii gate was close in front of him, but somehow he tripped and staggered a few times, the little boy finally fell heavily on the ground.

Because it was summer at that time, the little boy in sports shorts fell, and the skin on his knees was scratched in an instant, and they were bloodshot like his hands that instinctively propped up to the ground.

After such a delay, things behind him have already caught up.

A shapeless black mist stretched out its tentacles excitedly from its body, and stretched out towards the boy.

The pitch-black smog made the boy's hair appear a thin layer of frost in this summer.

And this kind of cold is not superficial, it is cold into the bones, making the boy feel that the chill seems to come from the depths of the body, from the bone marrow, and there is nowhere to escape.

In addition to the cold, the monster's body emitted a stench of resentment, which was suffocating.

And when it grew its mouth, a gurgling sound came out from the depths of its throat. The sticky thing that was probably a tongue licked the boy's back, leaving behind a string of filthy and eroded black.

The boy froze and didn't look back, but he could feel the indescribable stench from the demon's mouth, as well as the needle-like sting on his back after being licked.

"Grumbling..."

The monster didn't know what was wrong, it seemed to be more excited.

When Higakiri rushed to the torii gate, what he saw was the little boy who was almost swallowed by that ugly monster.

Thin arms and legs, with a feeling of not being cared for, stretched and unable to move, looking pitiful.

Higekiri judged from experience that this boy was probably around ten years old.

After quickly confirming what kind of human beings came at night, Higiri turned his attention to the monsters who were so bold as to appear in front of the shrine.

After glancing at it, Higaki couldn't help blinking his eyes, his complexion became very bad.

She didn't want to see this thing again, a second time.

A monster of this level doesn't even need Hikakiri to bring his own body.She directly held it in her hands, and used her spiritual power to form a spiritual blade with the same appearance as the main body. Then she stepped forward and jumped high, the sleeves of the uniform coat on her shoulders fluttered.

The spiritual blade that exudes a faint light of spiritual energy was raised high by Hidekiri, and then he cut it down neatly.