I have an unlimited number of shikigami

His face was dark blue, his eye sockets were empty, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Fujiwara Izaya discovered that the cuffs and hem of the vengeful spirit's skirt were empty, with severed limbs and festering, rotting wounds.

Obviously.

This person died from having their limbs broken.

A pair of pale hands emerged from the darkness behind Fujiwara Izaya and gripped his neck. Meanwhile, a pair of long, broken legs wrapped tightly around his waist in a very ambiguous position.

"Hehe, I've got you..."

The vengeful spirit, stripped of its limbs, wore a strange, satisfied smile.

It twisted its body, leaving a long trail of blood as it approached Fujiwara Izaya. Around it, more ghosts of all kinds of dead gathered.

The snow woman floated in front of Fujiwara Izaya.

Her small hands, wrapped in snow, kept directing the ice arrows in the air, shooting them at the ghosts.

Every ghost hit by an ice arrow will be afflicted with a stiff and slow debuff, causing it to move sluggishly.

"You must be in a lot of pain, right?" Fujiwara Izaya asked the red-clad vengeful spirit that had crawled to his feet.

The vengeful spirit looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a puzzled expression.

It paused for only two seconds, then continued its sinister smile as it slowly climbed onto his body.

The more suffering a person endures in life, the greater the chance that their soul will transform into a ghost or vengeful spirit after death.

There is no doubt that they all have extremely tragic pasts.

but……

He's already dead.

What is pain?

It has long forgotten.

Its only goal now is to turn the living people in front of it into beings just like itself.

Its mouth, full of sharp teeth, opened and bit down on Fujiwara Izaya's neck.

"Bang bang~"

My tooth broke.

The vengeful spirit was stunned.

It licked the gap in its teeth with its tongue incredulously, and then cried out "woo~".

This kid is too tough.

It can't bite through.

Looking down at the grieving, weeping spirit, Fujiwara Izaya felt no emotion.

No matter how great the injustice, none of them should be let off the hook.

The greatest sin is to continue to disturb the world after death, regardless of the hardships they have endured.

Fujiwara Izaya only needs to perform a ritual to help it pass on to the afterlife and let it rest in peace.

The rest is up to the police and Huang Quan Guo.

Of course, he would never refuse to help if needed.

"Yukihime," Fujiwara Izaya looked up, pointed forward at the dark mass of white demons, and shouted, "Ultimate move!"

The snow woman gently raised her hands.

The wind and snow suddenly became chaotic.

A thunderous roar seemed to resound throughout the world.

A thick, leaden-gray mist formed, spreading from a small point and rapidly covering the entire ceiling with snowflakes. Waves of snow rushed towards the demons, representing the will and emotions of the Snow Woman.

The snow waves swept across, leaving behind ice sculptures.

Moonlight streamed into the stairwell through the shattered windows, while snowflakes danced in the air, painting the frozen landscape with a bright silver glow. Many of the remaining, vengeful spirits, not yet frozen, moved slowly forward in this radiance.

Just when it seemed that the entire army was about to be wiped out, several figures who had been hiding in the shadows finally couldn't sit still any longer and emerged from the darkness.

In just a few dozen seconds, they arrived at the floor where Fujiwara Izaya was from the depths of the dark corridor. There were seven of them in total, each with a spider web hanging from its rear end, eight hairy, sharp spider legs hooked on the hair threads, and their upper bodies swaying as they appeared.

All seven were spider demons.

The upper body is distinctly feminine with voluptuous curves; from the hips down, it transforms into a spider, with hairy legs and a large spider buttocks, possessing a unique and alluring beauty.

They all have great figures.

But their faces had eight terrifying eyes, and their mouths split open all the way to their ears, revealing two rows of sharp, fine teeth.

Seven spider girls appeared at the same time, and their dense demonic aura stirred up the snow and pebbles on the ground, dispelling the snow woman's cold mist from the entire building.

Leading the group was a high-ranking noblewoman spider demon. She stared at Fujiwara Izaya and said in a hoarse voice, "Whoever you are, please leave here now."

Although he didn't demonstrate much strength, his composed demeanor made her have to treat him with caution.

Fujiwara Rin ignored her and looked at the Snow Woman instead.

The snow woman blinked slightly.

A few frosty flakes fell off Olaf's eyelashes, and Olaf looked at the spider that had suddenly appeared with only confusion in his eyes.

She raised her hand, wanting to activate the skill again.

But then, an unhealthy blush rose on her face, and she turned to her owner for help.

"Come over here." Fujiwara Izaya beckoned.

The snow woman immediately floated towards him.

Her long eyelashes blinked merrily, and frost kept falling. By the time it reached Fujiwara Izaya, most of the snow covering her had melted away, revealing her delicate and flawless skin underneath.

In this situation, you've run out of mana.

She needs her master to replenish her mana before she can regain her vitality.

But replenishing mana... Fujiwara Izaya gently touched the Yuki-onna's cold hair, looking conflicted.

Olaf was born with a youthful face and eyes as white as snow. From her hair to her toes, every part of her was clean and pure, as spotless as snow. If she were to be dyed any other color now...

Ok.

I do want to.

But she's still a baby...

The snow woman opened her mouth and brought her face close to Fujiwara Izaya's nose: "Ah~"

Her lips touched the tip of her nose, her cool breath refreshing her face. But all Fujiwara Izaya saw was that, after the snow melted, her eyes appeared even more fragile and sorrowful.

The seven spider girls watched ahead, not daring to make any rash moves.

Bathed in moonlight, they looked like a pair of statues, a perfect pair of statues that formed their own world.

"Alright, you can go back now." Fujiwara Izaya snapped his fingers, and a spatial rift torn open by the system appeared. He patted Yuki-onna's slender shoulder and coaxed her with a smile, "I'll feed you when I'm done with my business and back home."

The snow woman stared at him sadly.

She stared at her master for a while, and seeing that he didn't change his orders, she pouted and reluctantly returned to the system space.

Without the support of the Snow Fairy's power, the snow and ice sculptures began to melt.

The water gathered on the ground, reflecting the moonlight and giving the entire corridor a faint, silvery glow.

Stepping through the puddles, Fujiwara Izaya walked toward the seven spider girls, a smile on his lips that made them feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze.

This person is very easy to talk to... The leading spider girl breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are these ghosts your pets?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

“Yes,” the spider girl replied, “due to the gagging spell, we cannot reveal the specifics, so don’t expect to get anything out of us.”

Fujiwara Izaya's expression remained unchanged as he walked towards them with a smile.

That was an impeccable smile.

It represents sincerity, kindness, and universal love; when it appears before your eyes, you feel that even the polluted air is refreshed, just like putting freshly picked gardenias into an empty vase.

Seeing the smile on his face, the Spider Woman felt even more relaxed: "As long as you make the right choice, we'll pretend tonight's events never happened."

"I will!"

As soon as the voice rang out, the smile on Fujiwara Izaya's face vanished.

He stretched out his palm forward.

His pupils turned gold.

He grew a pair of wings on his back.

Pure white wings, pure and elegant, sway gently in the moonlight, like the skillful movements of a dancer.

"You are a celestial dog—"

The seven spider girls had just realized what was happening.

They were greeted by palms as smooth as jade.

A blazing demonic fire erupted from his palm, illuminating the entire corridor like the midday sun.

Under this terrifyingly high temperature, all the ghosts were instantly melted. The seven spider girls hurriedly sprayed out silk threads to weave into cocoons, trying to protect their bodies.

But the moment it came into contact with the flame, the tangled spider silk vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The spider girls inside the cocoons didn't even have time to scream before their bodies turned to ashes and vanished in the firelight, leaving no trace of their existence.

"All done, call it a day!"

Fujiwara Izaya dusted off his clothes, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to go downstairs.

Chapter 44. The Two Sisters

The people who escaped the building were all watching the commotion inside.