The field increases by 1 ghost per second. I am the ghost king in Tokyo.

After getting off the tram, Futaki Yuko led Ito Makoto to find a bus to transfer to.

At almost ten o'clock, the two finally arrived at their destination.

In front of them was a mountain full of trees and mist.

It was gloomy and quiet.

It was like a giant beast's mouth waiting for its prey to fall into the trap.

Ito Makoto stood still, and his eyes flashed with a faint blue brilliance.

The disguise of the mountain was stripped away in an instant.

The colors of the world in front of him faded, leaving only black and white.

Pale lines outlined the contours of the mountains.

The bottom was dark, as black as ink.

Dozens or hundreds of bright red rivers floated in the air, flowing slowly around the mountain, like a group of pythons.

The whole mountain was shrouded in a golden rune barrier that looked like an inverted bowl.

At first glance, it was the work of the ghost master who guarded this place.

Ito Makoto took a closer look and found that the floating bright red color was not a"river", but a large area of foggy Yin power that was so dense that it seemed to have substance.

Different from the neutral and peaceful Yin power accumulated by the Trickster himself.

These Yin powers are like dirty blood, exuding an uncomfortable disgust!

In appearance, they are somewhat similar to Kayako's Yin power, but they are far less pure and terrifying than the Grudge.

All the"red rivers" come from the cracks in the center of the mountain.

They spew out from the center of the cracks, lingering around the entire mountain like smoke.

I think that place is where the abyss is.

"Are you so fascinated by it?"

Yuko was a little surprised to see him so absorbed in it.

Ito Makoto said casually:

"This is my first time in the abyss, so of course I have to take a closer look. Let's go, Yuko, didn't you say we need to make some preparations before entering?"

Ermu Yuko nodded:

"Well, let's go to the nearby market to buy some things first, and then go to the gate to pay and register."

"Huh? I have to pay to register to enter the Abyss?"

"Of course, the low-level abysses are basically guarded by the local ghostmaster organization, and it costs a lot of money every year just to maintain the barrier. If we don't pay, they won't be kind enough to allow us to enter, which is equivalent to paying a toll."

"So that's how it is, I thought it was free!"

Ito Makoto's face suddenly understood, and he gained some knowledge.

Then he felt that Yuko was indeed a Level 2 Ghost Master.

Not only was she strong, but she was also knowledgeable.

No wonder Sister You was confident that her precious sister would accompany her out.

"Let’s go, we don’t have time to waste any more, we have to go back to school on Monday!"

Nimu Yuko shouted, and led Ito Makoto inside.

After walking a few hundred meters, they saw several white scenic sightseeing buses waiting on the side of the road, obviously carrying passengers up the mountain.

The two paid and got on the bus.

But the driver did not drive immediately, and waited for a few ghost masters to arrive before leaving.

After driving along the rugged and winding mountain road for more than ten minutes, they finally arrived at the center of the mountain.

It was not very visible from the outside.

After getting off the bus, the flow of people increased significantly.

There are many ghost masters coming to the abyss of Longshan, so there are many businesses around. Those who drive passengers, sell goods, sell food, and run hotels...

A small market has been formed around this dangerous abyss.

In the market, there are many monks wearing white cloud-patterned monk robes.

The leader is a short and fat monk with a sandalwood rosary around his neck. It is hard to tell whether he is deeply versed in Buddhism, but judging from his figure, the food is really good.

Many ghost masters on the road bowed slightly to them.

Ito Makoto watched from a distance and asked curiously:

"Xizi, where do those monks come from?"

"They are all monks from Baiyun Temple."Xizi explained.

Baiyun Temple is an organization of ghost control masters stationed in the abyss of Longshan.

The master Longyuan, the master, is a fifth-level ghost control master. There are many monks in the temple.

The strength of the organization is - Class C

"They are actually one level higher than the Molten Group. I can't tell that these bald guys……"

Ito Makoto sighed.

Before he could finish his words, his mouth was covered by a soft, fragrant, white hand.

The girl didn't care about being shy, and leaned forward to press against Ito Makoto's chest, her cherry pink lips slightly opened:

"Are you crazy? This is the base camp of Baiyun Temple. There might be monks with the ability of"clairaudience" around. If they hear these disrespectful words, we will all be kicked out!"

That delicate face came close. The rich fragrance that belonged to the girl kept drilling into his nose.

Ito Makoto widened his eyes and quickly raised his hands in surrender, but his eyes could not help but drill into her slightly open collar.

The collarbone under her jade neck was delicate, revealing a small piece of delicate and smooth skin like white porcelain.

Futaki Yuko was shocked to find that her actions were a bit out of line.

Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly let go of her hand and turned her back.

But the palm of her hand could still feel the residual temperature of the boy's lips.

Warm and hot, like the warm sun in the early summer morning, you can't help but indulge in it.

The girl took a deep breath, then stopped talking in a huff, and walked forward with her head down.

""Yuko, Yuko, wait for me, I promise I won't talk nonsense anymore."

Seeing this, Ito Makoto quickly chased after him.

……

After all, Yuko is easy to talk to.

It took Makoto Ito almost no effort to coax her.

The two walked around the market and bought some items.

Small searchlights, maps, kerosene lighters, sleeping bags, Iwatani brand gas stoves, mosquito repellent...

In addition to outdoor camping supplies, there are also some food and water, as well as several small gadgets made of strange demon materials.

It was a big bag full of things.

It was not heavy for the two of them to carry it together, and then they rushed to the entrance of the abyss.

As soon as they arrived, they saw a counter similar to a ticket office with many ghost masters in different costumes lined up in front of it.

Behind the counter was a high wall with white lacquer and swastikas, and in the middle of the wall there was a round arch more than two meters high.

The ghost masters who paid the entrance fee entered the abyss through the arch.

The long team was basically a group of small teams, with few lone rangers.

The last one was a pair like them.

The team slowly moved forward, and soon it would be Makoto Ito and Yuko's turn.

The bald monk in a gray monk's robe was collecting money at the counter.

He looked to be in his forties, with a beer belly, and was very casual in his hospitality. He looked like he was saying,"If you want to come in, get out, don't disturb me."

That attitude made many ghost masters angry, but they dared not speak out.

There was nothing they could do.

With the support of the big tree of Baiyun Temple, ordinary ghost masters really didn't dare to act rashly here.

The gap between them was like the difference between sect disciples and casual practitioners in the world of immortal cultivation.

In addition, the profession of monk is also very special in Japan.

Someone once asked, what is the best profession in Japan?

The answer is not the royal family, nor civil servants, nor white-collar workers, but monks!

Because monks are the best, most profitable and most stable profession in Japan.

Not only do they not have to pay taxes, they can also marry and have children, drink and eat meat, and enjoy many monopoly privileges.

Since the Heian period, they have been large landowners and high-ranking nobles.

In the Warring States period, monks of certain sects directly evolved into warlords!

After the abyss descended, these sects, with the help of their accumulated foundation, transformed themselves into major organizations of ghost masters.

The most famous representative among them is [Vajra Temple]!

After seeing Ito Makoto and Futaki Yuko, the gray-robed monk's eyes lit up when he saw the girl.

This was the first time he had seen such a pretty girl.

There were also two good-looking female high school students in the team that had just entered the abyss.

But compared to the one in front of him, they could only become mediocre women.

Koyanagi Masahiko's expression finally became a little enthusiastic:

"Do you two want to enter the Longshan Abyss? The entrance fee is 30,000 yuan per person, and you need to sign a waiver agreement before entering."