I loaded the ghost talk game

Making up his mind, Kamiyagawa twirled the handle of the hatchet with one hand, and his eyes became firmer.

"Jie Jie..."

Wearing a sly mask, Hannya let out a weak and strange laugh, and her fierce golden eyes were locked on the blade of Kamiyagawa's hatchet, motionless.

Prajna felt threatened.

To be honest, this stranger in front of him who shouldn't appear in the world of ghost stories is not strong, and he cannot be the opponent of Hannya in normal times.

However, Prajna is too seriously injured now, and her condition is too bad.

"Abba!"

The little old man on Kamiyagawa's shoulder was excitedly pumping his fist.

He seemed to think that the master he had just met not long ago was finally going to put an end to that wounded mask ghost.

As a weak ghost with a low growth limit, the little old man is very happy to see the ghost who is stronger than him fall.

The two ghost stories at the scene all paid close attention to Kamiyagawa's every move.

After a while, the young master of ghosts and gods finally made a move.

He twirled the hatchet again, and said to Xiao Banruo, "Follow me and be my shikigami."

Be my shikigami.

Sign a contract with me to become a horse monkey shochu.

From now on, my mother will be your master!

"Jie Jie?"

After saying this, Banruo's fierce face covered with a mask revealed a puzzled expression.

"Whoa?"

The little old man on Shen Guchuan's shoulders stared and opened his mouth. After being shocked like an electric shock, he suddenly became extremely depressed.

The little old man knows a little more than Hannya, he knows that Kamiya has a vacant shikigami statue, which has not been inhabited by ghosts.

But why?

Obviously it was me first!

Kamiyagawa didn't pay too much attention to the reaction of the two ghosts, after all, what he said just now was not a request, but a notification.

I want to make a contract with you, what does it have to do with you?

Kamiyagawa silently recited the Jue Lingjue of [Spirit Controlling Art], and as he chanted softly, every time he uttered a word, illusory characters shining with faint golden light emerged from his side.

The more and more characters are gathered, the words are connected to form a sentence, and the dots are connected to form a line. In the end, it became like a shining golden floating rope, flying towards Prajna.

swish.

The golden character rope bound Hannya's long undergarment body, forming a bad knot like a tortoise shell, and then gathered more and more tightly.

"Jie Jie..."

Hannya let out a weird laugh and struggled desperately.

Just now she didn't quite understand what this stranger wanted to do to her, but now she finally understands the strange mask, this guy wants to enslave herself and force herself to recognize the master!

no.

So unwilling.

How can you recognize a stranger who is weaker than yourself as your master?

Also, this guy is so mean.

It's completely taking advantage of the danger of ghosts.

unacceptable!

Hannya twisted and struggled with her weakened body due to serious injuries, and at the last moment when the golden talisman rope was about to be completely tightened, the masked ghost let out a miserable laugh, struggling to earn a living!

This weird laugh was extremely loud and clear, and it stirred up a big wave of air, causing the mountain wind to howl and the shadows of the trees to tremble.

Snapped.

The golden talisman rope broke, shattered into individual characters, and disappeared.

Wild Pokémon jumped out of the Poké Ball.

The [Spirit Control Art] mastered by Shen Guchuan is only entry-level, and his own spiritual art value is pitifully low, and he can't even make up 1 point.

The Jue Lingjue he recited must have had poor results.

After breaking the golden talisman rope, there were still some shameful remnants of rope traces on Hannya's long undergarment.

She raised her head, and the golden pupils under the mask glared at Kamiyagawa in embarrassment.

"...He has a strong temper. He obviously doesn't even have the strength to escape, but he insists on breaking my spell."

Kamiyagawa's head was a little dazed, and a failed chanting of the spirit restraint consumed a certain amount of his mental power.

You have to rest for a while before you can read it a second time.

"But as long as you can't escape, sooner or later it will be my ghost."

After resting for a while, Kamiyagawa's brain regained clarity.

Xiao Banruo on the opposite side was still sitting slumped on the ground, his fierce masked face was still grimacing. It seems that he wants to resist, but he doesn't have much strength to resist.

"I hope you won't be too stubborn. With my mental strength, I can't recite the spirit restraint formula too many times."

Kamiya Chuan thought in his heart, he was about to recite the Jue Ling Jue for the second time.

"Abba whimper!"

At this time, the little old man who was still depressed suddenly jumped up, his dry old face was full of panic, and began to pull Kamiyagawa's temples.

"what?"

Kamiyagawa stopped chanting.

"Abba!"

The little old man continued to pull Shengu's hair, then pointed anxiously at the shadowy forest behind him.

This little strange talk seems to have sensed something keenly.

The mountain wind on the cliff was still blowing, causing the trees in the forest to sway.

After being reminded, Kamiyagawa noticed belatedly that there seemed to be something approaching in the depths of the forest.

It seemed that Ban Ruo's stern laughter when he just broke the curse attracted some bad things nearby.

There was a rustling sound, resounding in the depths of the mountain forest.

"Abba whimper!"

Finally, the little old man yelled loudly into Shen Guchuan's ear several times, the frightened expression on that old face became more and more serious, and finally his short body turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared.

Xiaoguaitan, who sensed the great danger coming, directly oiled the soles of his feet.

He is wet.

Kamiyagawa: ...

How fast.

Kamiyagawa didn't care much about the little old man's stage fright and escape.

Strictly speaking, the relationship between him and this little old man is just employment.

Moreover, Kamiya is an undead person in the world of ghost stories. If he encounters danger, he will return to reality and wait for the resurrection CD.

For the little old man, he would probably be gone if he died.

This little monster talks about his work quite well, even if he runs away, Kamiyagawa doesn't want him to die here.

"Jie Jie!"

While Kamiyagawa turned his head to watch the movement in the forest, there was also movement on the other side of Xiaobanruo.

She seemed to be trying to get up from the ground, but because of her injuries and weakness, she failed.

Xiao Banruo looked towards the shadowy mountains and forests, that blue-faced, fang-faced face covered by a sly mask, showing obvious hatred and hostility.

You know, even if Kamiyagawa tied her up in a terrible posture of tortoise shell binding just now with the Ju Ling Jue, this masked monster only showed resentment and embarrassment.

Prajna and the things that are approaching in the forest should be in an endless hostile relationship.

The mountain wind roared violently.

After more than ten seconds, Kamiyagawa finally saw clearly what was approaching from the forest.

It was a child, about seven or eight years old, wearing plain white sackcloth, running out of the shadow of the tree laughing.

On his face, on his bare arms, was covered with a thin layer of short white beast hair.

"Hee hee, woo woof."

The child ran, biting his fingers and laughing. For some reason, he laughed like a cheerful puppy.

"Hee hee - woo woof -"

In the shadows of the trees behind him, many laughter echoed.

More children appeared.

In the woodland, on the treetops and branches.

They laugh, they bark.

What is attracted is not one, but a group.