I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

The earthbound spirits not far away stood there meekly, neither moving nor speaking.

Shiramu Shun wasn't in a hurry.

Because he knew that earthbound spirits, being relatively weak spirits, were corrupted by yin energy over the years, which greatly affected their thinking and behavior patterns. In addition, due to their weak strength, they often acted based on supernatural instincts.

Instinctive ferocity, instinctive killing, instinctive fear, instinctive survival.

In other words, they are generally not very intelligent and are easily fooled.

One word: dumbfounded.

Of course, although Shiraki Jun knew the characteristics of these earthbound spirits, he was not a malicious person by nature and would not do anything to exorcise evil spirits and harm people.

It's just something I occasionally do to fool people.

Not long after, a muffled voice came from behind.

"Sacrifice, alive."

Upon hearing this, Shiramu Jun was overjoyed.

It seems that Takanashi Yuri and the others have not yet met with misfortune.

If we can rescue them quickly, it might not be too late.

He quickly confirmed it.

"You mean, all of them are still alive?"

"Three"

Before it could finish speaking, the earthbound spirit that had spoken suddenly had two strands of black hair wrapped around its feet, crawling up its calves like two centipedes.

The hair moved incredibly fast, slightly damp, and slid down its body into its mouth, blocking its throat.

Immediately afterwards, more and more strands of hair rushed in.

A few seconds later, the earthbound spirit had swelled into a ball.

After reaching its limit, the entire spirit suddenly exploded, its eerie black hair scattering all over the ground.

Almost simultaneously, a look of fear appeared on the faces of all the earthbound spirits. Their bodies became somewhat ethereal as they bowed their heads deeply toward the waterfall.

That was a gesture of submission.

Among the kneeling, earthbound spirits, Shiraki Shun turned around and looked in the direction they were bowing their heads.

In the murky lake, a blurry white shadow suddenly emerged from the bottom.

The next moment, it leaped out of the water, gripped the rock wall with its fingers, and quickly climbed towards this side along the protruding rocks.

She was twice the size of the earthbound spirits in front of her, and her long black hair trailed on the ground, leaving a deep mud mark. One could barely make out some of her female features.

With both arms and legs on the ground at the same time, his lower abdomen facing upwards, his face upside down, and his scarlet eyes staring directly at Shiramu Jun.

The yin energy emanating from him far surpassed that of ordinary little ghosts.

Upon seeing this earthbound spirit, Shiraki Shun suddenly realized what was going on.

He began to understand what that famous person was thinking.

That night, with nowhere to retreat, the man made a ruthless decision amidst the flickering flames of battle within the military tent.

Since human effort can no longer reverse the defeat, we might as well turn to ghosts and gods.

Perhaps he intends to sacrifice blood to create a supernatural army.

At the same time, it conceives a demon that can rule over them.

It was this very one before them, the demon mother of this group of earthbound spirits.

Hmm, it could also be a demon father.

But something must have happened that prevented the daimyo from deploying this army to the battlefield.

Because there is no record of such an army in Japanese history.

The demon mother stopped moving her limbs.

Several meters away, the bloated face slowly turned towards Shiramu Jun.

His hoarse voice hummed like a leaky bellows.

"Who?"

Chapter Ten: The Palm That Illuminates the Waterfall Hill

Although his voice is unpleasant, Shiraki Shun is not a voice enthusiast.

Since they asked the question with such sincerity, even if it's a ghost, you should still answer it properly and show them basic respect.

He cleared his throat and said.

"My name is Shiraki Shun, the chief priest of Tenji Shrine. I have come here to find some of my missing classmates."

"Priest Priest?"

"The monks just left, and now the priests have arrived?"

"What grudge do you have against me? Every day I wake up, someone tries to take you away from me. Why won't you leave us alone?"

At first, the demon mother continued to mutter incantations, her hands gripping her shoulders tightly, her nails digging into the rotting flesh.

Further on, it completely lost control, grabbing its own hair and tearing it off wildly, with large amounts of black hair falling to the ground.

"Die, all of you! Go to hell! Everyone who came here, go and die!"

With a piercing shout, the black hair that had been scattered all over the ground suddenly sprang up and wrapped around Bai Mujun's limbs in the blink of an eye, binding the unsuspecting Bai Mujun tightly without saying a word.

"Hehehehe," the Ghost Mother looked at Bai Mujun, who had been hit, and a twisted smile appeared on her pale face.

The monks thought they had seriously injured her, but in fact, they allowed the yin energy in the waterfall to flow into her body, making her power even stronger.

Now, killing the monk from that day would be as easy as turning her hand!

"You can never have too many offerings."

"If you take off your heads and offer your flesh and blood to the master, he will surely love me even more."

As the demon mother murmured to herself, more and more strands of hair wrapped around Shiramoto Jun's body, layer upon layer, until they were about to envelop his entire body.

Like a giant cocoon.

But Shiramu Jun didn't panic at all.

Because the magical power within him is the number one nemesis of such evil and wicked things.

The yin energy emanating from these strands of hair not only posed no threat to Shiramu Jun, but also provided warmth on this slightly chilly autumn night.

It's equivalent to a sweater.

Of course, it's best to break free before the hair covers your face, otherwise there's a risk of suffocation.

After all, magic only gave him powerful self-healing abilities; it couldn't replace oxygen to allow cells to break down glucose and release energy through respiration.

Although it cannot replace oxygen, it can help you hold your breath for a longer time.

According to Shiraki Shun's simple experiment, half an hour is still possible.

Therefore, Shiraki Shun did not break free immediately, but maintained a polite smile and looked at the demon mother.

Danger may be real, but it's rather impolite to interrupt someone's spellcasting.

Moreover, he would wait until these ghosts had used all their tricks before taking action to defeat them, and then finish with a smile and a few words.

"That's all there is to it."

That's the style of a High Priest!

The ghost mother seemed to have been pierced by Bai Mujun's gaze. She stopped what she was doing, stared at Bai Mujun, and began to tremble violently.

Are you mocking me?

"No, not at all." Bai Mujun's face was full of sincerity, indicating to the Ghost Mother not to overthink it, and he continued to cast the spell.

"Shut up!" The Ghost Mother screamed as if she had been hit where it hurt.

"You feel the same way, you also think that adults don't love me!"

"How could you possibly understand how much I sacrificed for him? How dare you look at me like that!"

"But I can prove it, I can prove it to you."

The demon mother screamed, her deformed hands trembling as she lifted the black hair hanging down her chest.

A middle-aged man's face was embedded in the rotting chest.

She wore an ancient-style hairstyle, and her forehead was covered with dense wrinkles.

His face was filled with pain, numbness, fear, and sorrow.

Countless expressions were mixed together.

It was as if, throughout the long years, they had been enduring unspeakable torment.

The ghost mother lowered her head and looked at that face.

His tone was unusually calm, and there was even a hint of sweetness in his eyes.

"Sir, please speak."

"Tell me, tell me how much I've done for you."

The man's face remained blank, and he ignored the ghost mother's words.

This enraged the demon mother, who roared fiercely.

"Speak, sir, tell him!"

"Awoo ah ah!" Under the demon mother's roar, the face opened its mouth wide in pain, uttering a bunch of meaningless syllables.

The demon mother's body trembled violently once again.

"I'll teach you to say you love me! You're useless, utterly useless!"

A clump of black hair was suddenly shoved into his mouth, causing his entire face to twitch violently.

"Speak up!!!" the demon mother shouted hoarsely.