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

The young man stood still, his eyes were as still as deep pools, still without the slightest ripple.

Just like when he was facing the siege of Kawanaru's minions, he just raised his hand lightly.

Ding - accompanied by the clear sound of water drops falling on the lake.

The ground full of corpses suddenly turned into a pool of blood.

The wind suddenly stopped, the clouds froze in mid-air, and the surrounding dense forests also held their breath.

Everything seemed to be frozen here, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly dead silent.

Hojo Yasuhiro's heart was filled with alarm bells, as if some peerless monster was about to appear.

Suddenly, a man in white jumped out of the blood pool.

Kayako appeared like a ghost, raised her white and tender palm, and slashed at the plain and unpretentious tiger-headed demon monk.

"boom——"

The palm hit the chest.

Hojo Yasuhiro screamed, vomited blood, and his strong and huge tiger body flew backwards rapidly. He smashed a row of trees one after another before rolling to the ground.

The tiger-headed demon monk's forehead was sweating, and his arms like steel pillars supported the ground. He stood up quickly despite the severe pain in his chest.

Looking down, a small handprint was deeply embedded in the flesh of the chest like a branding iron.

The dense blood lines at the edge were clearly visible, and as time went by, they spread all over the body like a snake.

The ghost tiger cloud pattern attached to the body surface was distorted, and under the erosion of the red line, there was a tendency to collapse.

What a domineering and ferocious curse!

Hojo Yasuhiro's tiger eyes were full of horror.

With such strength, could the woman in white dress be a fourth-level weird?

He raised his eyes and looked at Ito Makoto. There was no longer any arrogance in his heart, only uneasiness and doubt.

What did that little bastard do?

He could actually control such a terrifying weirdness!

This completely violates the iron rule of the ghostmaster world - ghostmasters cannot control strange monsters that are far stronger than themselves.

Kayako's feet did not touch the ground, hanging in the air.

Her dark eyes hidden under her black hair were filled with blood and tears.

The strong resentment emanating from her body condensed into a twisted blood shadow that seemed to have substance.

Another scoundrel who intended to murder his master.

Damn it!

Makoto Ito stepped forward, put his arms around Kayako's slender waist from behind, and gently leaned his face on her back:

"Kayako, merge with me!"

The hatred in the eyes of the white-skirted female ghost faded a little, turned around and hugged the boy, and nodded gently.

Ito Makoto raised the corner of his mouth and activated the technique -

Cloud Tattoo Flow·Demonization Pattern!

In the unbelievable eyes of Hojo Yasuhiro, the figure of the white-skirted female ghost quickly blurred and faded.

In an instant, it turned into a blood-colored cloud pattern, attached to the boy's body.

"Gurgle Gurgle——"

The blood pool on the ground began to boil, as if attracted by something, and all of it gathered towards Ito Makoto's body.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a human-shaped blood cocoon that exuded a strong ominous aura.

"This kind of strange phenomenon... is a sign of the emergence of a great evil!"

Hojo Yasuhiro was stunned in place, and his uneasiness became more and more intense.

He had a strong premonition.

If he waited for the thing in the blood cocoon to come out, he would not be able to escape even if he wanted to.

Thinking of this, he ignored the injury on his chest, gritted his teeth and raised his hand to make a seal.

The next second, a huge blue bird with a sharp beak and claws appeared.

The bird was surrounded by phosphorescent fire, and its cry was like a crying baby.

It was a Guhuo bird with the strength of the second level!

"Come!"

Hojo Yasuhiro growled and decisively activated the Cloud Transformation.

The Guhuo bird chirped and immediately turned into a magic pattern attached to his towering back. The tiger-headed demon monk didn't even look at the blood cocoon, turned around and spread his wide wings and rushed into the sky.

Escape!

Can't stay here anymore!

The female ghost was already extremely fierce, and if she turned into a cloud pattern and possessed him...

How strong that kid would become, he couldn't even think about it!

Just a few meters off the ground, Hojo Yasuhiro felt his ankle tighten.

Before he could react, the whole person was pulled down by an irresistible force and slammed heavily on the ground.

"boom——"

The ground shook violently.

There was a loud bang like a meteorite hitting the ground.

The demon monk with a tiger head and bird wings was embedded half a meter into the ground face down, leaving a human-shaped pit.

Hojo Yasuhiro was trembling all over and felt dizzy.

The ferocious face covered with dust was now covered with blood.

It seemed that many bones were broken, and there was no place in his body that didn't hurt.

He raised his tiger claws and clung to the edge with trembling hands, and was about to use force to pull himself out.

A foot suddenly fell and stepped on the back of his hand.

Then... it crushed hard!

The tiger claws broke, and the flesh and blood were instantly blurred.

Hojo Yasuhiro screamed and tried to pull his hand back, but he couldn't do it.

The foot pressed down on his palm like a magic needle, and then squeezed down unwaveringly!

"Bang——"

The entire right claw exploded, and flesh flew everywhere.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ！！"

Hojo Yasuhiro howled loudly, his entire face twisted into a ball due to the severe pain.

He instinctively swung his left claw and tried to cut the foot with all his strength.

But halfway through, his wrists were bound by the long snake-like black hair.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward at all.

The tiger-headed demon monk spread his wide wings and was about to fan the phosphorus fire.

Shusuo - two more strands of black hair flew over.

They wrapped around the roots of the wings like chains, and then suddenly twisted.

Hojo Yasuhiro's wings on his back were instantly cut off at the roots!

"Chi——"

The broken wings fell to the ground with hot blood.

Hojo Yasuhiro howled again, and his muscles tensed instantly, but soon relaxed completely.

After suffering such a severe blow, the two magic patterns on his body shattered immediately. He turned into a lame ghost tiger and a wingless Guhuo bird.

The two demons wailed and lay on the ground with their master.

They dared not attack the ghostly figure again.

Hojo Yasuhiro was covered in blood and his eyes were unfocused.

He raised his head in despair and looked up along the foot.

A figure dressed in white as white immediately came into view.

The young man had a tall figure, dressed in white, and soft black hair that reached his ankles.

On his white jade-like face, his eyebrows were like smoke, and his pupilless black eyes seemed to be happy but not happy.

He was so handsome and beautiful.

He was like the legendary demon king who could transform into a human form.

"Can...can we reconcile?"

"Are you kidding me at this moment?"

Ito Makoto raised his eyebrows and waved his hand.

A few strands of black hair separated and tied up Hojo Yasuhiro's limbs tightly and lifted him into the air.

"I remember you just said you wanted to break my limbs and then interrogate me?"

"No, no, I was just joking. Please forgive me, sir… Ahhh!!"

Hojo Yasuhiro was begging for mercy when his voice turned into a shrill scream.

The four strands of black hair tightened like a giant python, and then suddenly pulled in four directions!

"clatter——"

The bloodstained black hair loosened, and four broken limbs fell from midair.

In the blink of an eye, only the head and torso of the evil monk were left.

Ito Makoto's eyes were expressionless, and he stepped on Hojo Yasuhiro's bloody chest:

"Okay, now we can talk openly. There are a few questions I am really curious about.

For example, who leaked our whereabouts to you, and the information about the other monk.……"

The foot didn't move.

There was no sound.

Ito Makoto looked down.

The monk was foaming at the mouth and had fainted.

Ito Makoto smiled:

"Haha, do you think everything will be fine if you faint? I have plenty of ways to make you speak!"