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

Along the way, the bearded director was not arrogant at all and chatted with the six people casually.

He asked about their schools, strength levels, and what business their families were doing...

Finally, his true intentions were revealed.

Song Mu Gangliang asked casually:

"Several of you said before that you were saved by a senior who claimed to be from the Spark Society?"

Tomisawa Yoko nodded and said excitedly:

"That's right, that senior is really amazing! I saw a flash of red light before my eyes, and the stinky monk's head was removed. Looking at his relaxed look, the other one probably couldn't hold out for a few moves at the hands of that senior either."

Aoyuan Ai pulled the mask on his face and didn't join the discussion.

But the words of that senior seemed to echo in his ears again.

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

Such a world must be beautiful.

She also wanted to see it with her own eyes.

If someone from the Spark Society had shown up that night, her father and mother might not have...

The delicate girl, who was as delicate as a doll, felt her heart tighten, and she quickly stopped thinking about it.

It's just... the vision of the future described by the senior kept echoing in her heart.

Like a small seed, it was quietly planted in the girl's heart.

Qishan Yuya and Mochida Daisuke couldn't help but yearn for it after hearing it, and then sighed in tacit understanding.

It was a pity that they were both in a coma at the time and didn't see or hear anything.

Matsugi Tsunayoshi said lightly:

"So, it seems that the ghost master is very powerful!"

He can recite the list of monks in Baiyun Temple by heart. The

Hojo brothers are also clear.

Hojo Mizuiro is just a brother, not worth mentioning. The one worth noting is Hojo Yasuhiro.

The big guy is born with the strength of an ox, and his physique is extremely compatible with the cloud tattoo style of Baiyun Temple.

With a third-level ghost tiger, it can be said that Lu Bu is paired with Red Hare.

In the state of magic pattern possession, the frontal fighting ability is extremely fierce!

Even if the Special Affairs Bureau wants to take him down, at least three or more ghost masters of the same level will be needed to join forces.

But Hojo Yasuhiro still lost.

Only one head remained.

This is enough to show the strength of the member of the Spark Society.

Conservative estimates are at least At least he is a fourth-level ghost controller.

Such a person is qualified to be the leader of a [C-level] ghost controller organization, and should not be unknown.

Listening to the statements of these little guys, the other party does not seem to be the leader of the Spark Society.

How strong is the real leader?

Song Mu Gangliang's mind turned.

What is a member of such a secret organization doing in a low-level abyss like Longshan Abyss?

Song Mu Gangliang thought of a past event, and his tiger eyes widened.

Could it be that the Spark Society wants to attack Baiyun Temple?

His authority was upgraded after he was promoted to director. He once saw a speculation left by a deceased commissioner in the top-secret files sealed in the Special Affairs Bureau.

Baiyun Temple may Had secret contact with the [Ghost Clan].

If the Spark Society really wants to create a better world as the unknown guest said, then the evil ghost control organization like the [Ghost Clan] must be eliminated.

It seems that the other party seems to have discovered something...

Matsuki Tsunayoshi pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Interesting, it was right to come here in person this time!

Futaki Yuko lowered her eyebrows and said nothing. She had been running all the way before and had no energy to think carefully.

Now that she has calmed down, she vaguely feels that something is wrong.

She carefully recalled the entire process from entering the abyss to leaving.

On the surface, the whole incident was based on that... The senior of the Spark Society left quietly.

But thinking about it carefully, the timing of the senior's appearance was a bit too coincidental. The

"useless things" left behind happened to be the evidence of the crimes of Masahiko Koyanagi and the Hojo brothers.

It was as if he had been following them in secret.

Seeing that everyone was unable to resolve the crisis, he showed up.

The four people from Kiriyama High School did not seem to know each other.

I knew nothing about this senior.

The only one left was... Makoto.

Thinking of Ito Makoto, Futaki Yuko raised her eyebrows and glanced at the boy next to her.

The boy had picturesque eyebrows and an upright posture.

As if noticing her gaze, Ito Makoto turned around and smiled at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

The girl shook her head quickly, suppressing the inexplicable restlessness in her heart.

Suddenly remembered a few small things.

Suddenly mastered an unknown technique.

Not afraid of Kuroda Kazuan's provocation.

Not long after entering the abyss, suddenly asked to walk to the side.

The Iron Wall Golden Bell Talisman thrown to her.

The face of the senior of the Starfire Society who was not surprised after leaving. He was also very calm about the death of the Hojo brothers, as if he had expected it.

……

Futami Yuko clenched her slender hands quietly, and an idea suddenly arose in her mind.

Could it be that Chengjun knows the senior from the Spark Society?

She was immediately shocked by her guess.

But the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible.

Otherwise, how to explain the earth-shaking changes in the other party in recent days.

Futami Yuko wanted to ask him.

But there were other people around, so she had to swallow her doubts.

Maybe she was just thinking too much.

How could someone as gentle as Chengjun be related to the secret organization of ghost masters?

Matsuki Tsunayoshi suddenly stopped, took off the sunglasses on his nose, and twitched his chin.

"We are here."

The six people looked up and saw a tall and magnificent main hall standing silently in front of them.

Even Ito Makoto, who was used to seeing tall buildings, was still a little surprised to see the hall in front of him.

Two 20-meter-long precious woods were translucent like amber, and they served as beams to support the extremely tall hall, as if they were about to pierce into the clouds. The double-eaved hip roof was like the backbone of a giant beast, quietly crawling on the mountains.

Is this how you make money as a monk in Japan?

"Let’s go!"

Matsugi Tsunayoshi led the six people into the hall.

Compared with the luxury outside, the interior furnishings are extremely simple.

And the purpose of all this seems to be to focus people's attention on the seven tall golden statues placed on the deepest platform.

On the platform, the angry-eyed Arhat riding a tiger and holding a vajra sat in the center.

There were three golden statues on each side.

Compared with the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas enshrined in ordinary temples, these golden statues appear to be much more"alternative".

There are ferocious Yaksha statues holding tridents, human-headed gods, and giant apes holding mountains and rivers...

These strange statues of monsters and demons surrounded the angry Arhat, with huge and strange bodies, looking down with cold eyes.

Under the cover of the shadows, the faces were dim and unclear, which made people feel inexplicably flustered at first sight.

Ito Makoto was a little surprised.

Under the observation of the Soul-Snatching Curse Eye, there was Yin power flowing inside these seven golden statues.

It seems that they are not dead objects.

But it is a little different to say that they are strange monsters.

What exactly are these things?

Matsugi Tsunayoshi reminded:

"Don't stare at them. Those statues are made from the corpses of demons hunted by the White Cloud Temple a hundred years ago. Each of them was once a great demon above level five. Even though they have been dead for a hundred years, they still have some power. If you keep staring at them, it will affect your mind and give you nightmares."

Everyone lowered their heads when they heard this, not daring to stare at them anymore.

"Wait here, I'll go find the host."

Song Mu Gangliang said, and just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly took back his foot.

"It seems that it is no longer necessary"

"Songmu, long time no see."

Accompanied by an elderly voice, an old monk in bright yellow robes walked out of the side door and greeted everyone with a kind face.

The old man had a red jade rosary around his neck, and his eyebrows and beard were gray.

But his face was ruddy and he looked very energetic.

Ito Makoto's eyebrows were fixed.

When the old monk came out to close the door, he saw someone inside through the gap.

The person had long black hair, wore a black suspender dress, and knelt on the futon with his long legs together. The slender back was facing the door, and a familiar ghost face tattoo was hidden on the half-exposed shoulders.

Damn, this old monk looks serious, but he actually has a mistress in his golden house?