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

Hojo Mizuiro spat out blood and felt that his internal organs were twisted into a ball. He was still a little confused about the situation.

He had just pulled away from the battlefield. He had only escaped a hundred meters when a thick fog suddenly emerged in the dense forest.

In a panic, he bumped his head against a solid wall.

With a bang, his head was buzzing.

Two traces of bright red flowed out from his collapsed nostrils.

Before he could scream in pain, a huge fist blasted out from the mist that spread like waves. It hit him right in the chest!

An irresistible huge force burst out from the fist like a tsunami.

Then Hojo Mizuiro flew high.

When he struggled to open his eyes, he saw a human head in front of him.

The bald head was covered with dust, and a pair of eyes that were still open were covered with blood, staring straight at him.

On that hideous and distorted face, a familiar look could be vaguely seen.

"Brother...Brother?"

Hojo Mizuiro was stunned for a moment, and then he screamed in fear at the horrifying scene.

He didn't care about the severe pain in his body, and he backed away with his injured arms.

He didn't stop until his back hit a big tree.

The others were all stunned.

That was the monk's help?

A third-level ghost master?

Futaki Yuko's beautiful eyes were full of astonishment.

She never expected that the opponent she had been worried about would appear in front of her in this posture.

Tozawa Yoko was shocked.

It was the first time she saw such a tragic scene.

Looking back After the gods, the black-haired, long-legged girl immediately hugged her best friend tightly, lowered her head and dared not to look any further.

How powerful is that tiger-headed demon monk?

As the attacked party, she knew it best.

Qishan, as the main force of the school team, had almost no ability to fight back.

Aijiang used the secret technique at the cost of being seriously injured and unconscious, and barely bought a moment of time from the opponent.

The four of them worked together and tried their best to barely save their lives.

Such a powerful existence, now only has a head left.

It was thrown on the ground casually like garbage.

"Uh uh~！"

The dog god crouched down and bared his teeth, but he didn't dare to act rashly. It was different from when he attacked the fog spirit.

In the depths of the fog, he sensed an extremely terrible danger.

That was the breath of a third-level demon!

Ermu Yuko reached out and gently stroked the top of Heizi's head, signaling it to calm down.

The mysterious man in the fog is not simple!

That head should have been a monk of Baiyun Temple when he was alive.

A third-level demon master who is proficient in the cloud tattoo flow is not so easy to kill!

In the state of possession, the physical qualities of these monks will increase to an extremely terrifying level.

With the help of secret techniques such as [Duanyun Transformation], they can easily fight against demons and weird monsters of the same level head-on.

The combat power is extraordinary.

If they want to escape, it is difficult for demon masters of the same level to keep them without some special means.

Such a master who is outside is something that many organizations and forces would compete to win over.

At this moment, there is only a head left.

It means that the person who spoke in the fog is much more powerful than this monk.

A fourth-level demon master?

Ermu Yuko was uncertain, and fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of her back while thinking.

In the mist, heavy footsteps sounded again.

It was like a heavy drum beating in everyone's heart.

Soon, a burly figure squeezed through the fog and appeared in front of everyone.

It was a nearly three-meter-tall ape.

Its eyes were as big as copper bells, with a fiery and restless look that people dared not look directly at.

Its dark gray fur had a metallic luster, as if it was cast from steel.

Its fierce and evil power was released in all directions without any cover.

The insects in the dense forest were silent, the birds were dumb, they avoided strangely, and the demons trembled!

But such a powerful demon had a huge stone seat on its shoulders.

A figure in white clothes, with arms resting on the armrests on both sides, sat on it with dignity.

The man was surrounded by white fog, and the specific details of his figure and face could not be seen clearly.

The only thing that could be seen clearly from the phantom white was... the pair of blue eyes like the calm sea!

Under the gaze of those eyes, everyone inevitably felt that they were seen through everything.

Hojo Mizuki's body trembled, his narrow snake eyes full of resentment.

By now, he had understood his upcoming fate.

But there was one thing he must know.

"You... who are you exactly?" Hojo Mizuiro asked, gritting his teeth while enduring the severe pain.

Even if he died, he wanted to be a ghost who knew the truth!

The white nothingness on the stone seat tilted its head, tapping the armrest with its fingers, as if thinking.

"Me? Do you know the Spark Club?"

"Spark Society?"

When this name came out, everyone's eyes flashed with confusion.

What a strange name.

There are hundreds of Japanese ghost control organizations, big and small.

Apart from the well-known ones, the rest are probably only known to local residents who are affected by their power.

Spark Society?

Futaki Yuko's beautiful eyes were confused.

Because her sister and parents both worked in the Special Affairs Bureau, she has been exposed to the world of ghost control since she was a child.

Other people's families tell bedtime stories.

What is"Sleeping Beauty"?》、《Mermaid》、《Thumbelina》……

There is some beauty in the fantasy.

When it was her turn, her sister would always tell her real stories of slaying demons and eliminating evil spirits by her bedside.

Things like the girl on rainy night, demons devouring people, a certain organization of ghost masters secretly raising demons...

They all mentioned names, the plots were tortuous and vivid, and the details were very authentic.

Who can sleep after listening to this?

But misfortunes often bring blessings.

As a result, she has a far better understanding of the major ghost master organizations in Japan than ordinary people.

Not only Tokyo, but also Hokkaido, Osaka Prefecture... and other local organizations are very clear.

But this Spark Society... This is the first time she has heard of it.

Is it a ghost master organization that was recently established and not yet registered?

Or is it like [Theater Troupe】、【Is it the evil organization of ghost masters hiding under the water like the"Ghost Clan"?

If it is the latter, then everyone present will probably die here.

Thinking of this possibility, Ermu Yuko couldn't help but breathe a little quickly.

Since ancient times, where there is light, there is shadow. In the corners where the light cannot shine, there are dark shadows that breed and spread.

The evil organization of ghost masters is the biggest"shadow" in this world besides the weird monsters!

Each of them is an evil person who is not tolerated by the society and has committed heinous crimes.

As if seeing the doubts on everyone's faces, the empty white shadow on the stone seat laughed.

"It's okay. It's normal that you don't know. Because the Spark Club was just established not long ago, it is indeed not well-known at present."

""Hmm~"

The doll held in Tomisawa Yoko's arms opened its pink lips slightly, and woke up with a soft moan.

Aoyuan Ai opened her eyes weakly, and before she understood what was happening, she heard a voice in her ear.

"The original intention of our Spark Society was to give those who were powerless in the face of demons and evil masters a choice, a choice to free themselves from their tragic fate."

"The world is dark, but the kindness in people's hearts can turn into a prairie fire and dispel this chaos!"

"And such a beautiful world has no place for scum like you!"

The delicate girl, who looked like a doll, felt her heartbeat speed up inexplicably when she heard the words.

She struggled to raise her head, trying to see the face of the person who was speaking.

But the reflection of her pupils was a touch of extremely gorgeous bright red!

"Phew——"

In the astonished eyes of the crowd, the expression on the face of the demon monk leaning against the tree froze.

The next second, blood spurted out from the smooth neck at the end, rushing towards the dark and gloomy sky.

A freed head rolled to the ground and collided with another head on the ground.

The two brothers were finally reunited.

A happy reunion!