I joined the group chat as Aizen in the Ninja World

Scarlet Snake Fairy:?

Lin Fengjiao: Mr. Yin, what’s wrong with you?

Skirt-lifting maniac: Didn’t Yin go to have dinner? Why is he still peeping at the screen?

Curly-haired boy: Hahahaha, surprise! Gin-san, isn't this prank of mine funny?

Lin Fengjiao: ...

Hatchet Girl: Yin, are you bored?

Book Artist: No, he's not bored at all! This guy isn't playing a prank! He bought Uncle Jiu's amulet just to use it for himself!

Scarlet Snake Fairy: For your own use? Oh, I get it! Even though Ah Yin claims not to believe in ghosts, he's actually really afraid of them, right? That's why he secretly bought the amulet that Uncle Jiu uploaded.

Curly: No way! Gin-san, why would I be afraid of something like that? It was just a simple prank!

Skull Island Handsome Guy: I’m afraid no one in the group will believe what you said.

Curly-haired boy: Damn, you guys don't believe in an honest man like me? I'm hurt, Gin-san, I'm really hurt!

Book artist: Okay, if you upload those talismans again, we will believe you.

Scarlet Snake Fairy:? Your avatar is gray?

Skirt-lifting maniac: Good boy! No more arguments, just log off!

Hatchet Girl: It’s really not unexpected, he is worthy of being Gin-san.

Lin Fengjiao: Let me upload a few more pictures.

Hatchet Girl: Actually, there's no need to bother. We don't know if there's a real ghost or not. Maybe, like Gin-san said, it's just a fishing reel made by the owner's enemies with bad intentions? Besides, those of us with the power of the Shinigami shouldn't be afraid of ghosts, right?

The illustrator said: Well said! Ghosts are actually the souls of humans after death. How scary is a Hollow that can be made up of hundreds of souls? We are not afraid of Hollows when we encounter them, right?

Skirt-Lifting Maniac: Yes, that's right! And looking at the photos, this clean and beautiful little house doesn't seem to be haunted at all!

This is an actor: there are signs, do you see the lower left corner of the photo?

267 You Will Die Tonight

Scarlet Snake Fairy: What happened in the lower left corner?

Skirt-lifting maniac: It seems like nothing happened. Is An Ran-sang here with us?

This is an actor: Look carefully, next to that fence.

Next to the fence?

Katsura Yanye also stared at the photo carefully, her eyes fixed on the spot next to the fence. Then, she spotted a vague outline.

It seemed to be a young woman, her eyes casting a cold, gloomy gaze towards him. Most importantly, the woman's facial features were only eyes, with no nose or mouth. She crouched near the fence like a sculpture.

Ok?

Noticing this, Katsura frowned and quickly turned her gaze from the photo to the fence in reality. But strangely, there was nothing there, completely empty.

Illustrator: I, I see it! Is that a person? It must be a person, right?

Lin Fengjiao: It seems like a person, but it also seems not to be one.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Yes, it's this vague feeling. It always feels a bit scary.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: It should just be a human prank, right?

The villain in Soul Society: That should be it?

Book artist: Kotonoha-chan, why don’t you go and see the situation in reality?

Hatchet Girl: I looked, but there's no one there. The area around the fence is just dirt, not even a footprint.

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: That really isn’t a human, right?

Skirt-lifting maniac: This, this doesn't mean it's a ghost. Maybe it's the neighbor's kids making trouble?

Hatchet Girl: My house is a single-family home, and there are no other residents within 500 meters. I even used Flash Step to scout the area, and I couldn't even see any pedestrians on the street.

Book Artist: Damn! I have goosebumps, hey!

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Trying to put yourself into that feeling, it’s really a bit scary.

Skirt-lifting maniac: How about, Kotonoha-chan, why don’t you go somewhere else?

Lin Fengjiao: I also think it would be better to change places.

Curly: Hey, what's wrong with you guys? Even if it's a real ghost, think about your identities! You're either exorcists or the Grim Reaper...you're all dealing with these demons and monsters, okay? Why are you all so scared now?

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: You are obviously the most cowardly one, so what qualifications do you have to criticize us?

Curly-haired boy: That was due to force majeure!

Illustrator: I don't think we're being cowardly, just selectively avoiding them. We don't know their strength or tactics, so we need to thoroughly investigate before responding.

Skirt Lifter: Moreover, this is completely different from the Hollows that the Shinigami face. Hollows are physical oppression, but this is mental oppression!

Curly-haired boy: What the hell is this mental oppression? You guys are twisting the truth even more than Gin-san and I! You said before that you could even kill a Hollow, and now you're talking about mental oppression?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: How about, Gin, you go over and help Kotonoha-chan?

Curly-haired boy: No, men and women should not touch each other.

Fairy Chi Lianzi: This statement coming out of your mouth is truly a magical realism. And it only lets you observe the situation, not do anything else.

Curly-haired boy: No! It’s not right for a man like me to go to a girl’s house alone!

Book artist: I’m afraid. What the hell are you going to give me as an excuse?

Hatchet Girl: Hahahaha, Yin is really good at finding excuses.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Kotonoha-chan, you can actually still laugh, aren’t you afraid?

Hatchet Girl: I’m not afraid, I’m actually quite curious.

Book Artist: Damn it! You're not even afraid. All this drama is in vain!

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: This was not unexpected, and Kotonoha-chan is not really a coward.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Disperse, disperse. I thought Yan Ye would be so scared that she would ask for help.

Lin Fengjiao: Acting?

Skirt Lifting Maniac: We just want to set the mood and make Kotonoha-chan feel scared. So, Uncle Nine, aren't you cooperating with us?

Book Artist: Wait, if Uncle Nine isn't cooperating with us... is he really panicking? No way, no way, a Taoist priest of exorcism is actually afraid of ghosts?

Lin Fengjiao: Of course not, I was just cooperating.

Lin Jiu took a few deep breaths and looked out the window. His neck and ears were clearly reddened. This was due to the embarrassment of having lied.

Hatchet Girl: Humph, I've seen this trick of yours many times! Still trying to trick me?

Skirt-lifting maniac: No matter what I say, it still works. Yin has taken the bait!

The illustrator said: "Because this idiot is really afraid of ghosts, this trick always works. What a naive child."

Curly: Yeah, Gin-san, I'm so naive! I actually believed that you devils were afraid of ghosts, damn! Any ghost would have to avoid you, assholes!

Wig: Don’t be so absolute. I don’t think perverts will take shortcuts.

Curly: Wig, are you starting to learn how to tell jokes?

Book Artist: What a joke! Isn't what they said true? Or do you think our Xiaonan sister isn't cute enough?

Skirt-lifting maniac: Yin, be careful with your words.

Hatchet Girl: If you offend Sister Xiaonan, you should know what will happen, right?

Curly: Damn! Do you think I'm afraid of such a stupid threat? Even if I'm kicked out of the group, even if I'm banned from speaking! I'll still shout at the top of my lungs, Xiaonan-chan is awesome!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Good! You are worthy of it.

Book artist: Yin, you really know how to lick!

Lin Fengjiao: So this is what everyone calls a bootlicker. Now I completely understand.

Curly-haired guy: Licking a bullshit, Gin-san, I’m just telling the truth!

This is an actor: @林冯皎, when will the battle of all monsters start in your place? Do you have an exact time?

Lin Fengjiao: It seemed to be five days later, on Lingzhou Island in Southeast Asia.

This is an actor: Ah, the notification sound in the group before starting.

Lin Fengjiao: Okay, Mr. An Ran.

Skirt-lifting maniac: What kind of monster is An Ransang playing? Can you reveal it to us?

Hatchet Girl: I don’t think he will tell me about this kind of thing himself, so I have to ask Sister Xiaonan.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: I don’t know even if you ask me. Am I, a makeup artist, no longer useful?

Book artist: I’ll kill them one by one with one punch… Never mind, never mind, my life is more important.

Skull Island Handsome Guy: What can I kill with one punch?

Skirt-lifting maniac: I’m curious too, please finish what you’re saying, Ali-chan!

The illustrator said: That's a special joke here. Don't say more. Don't say more. If you say it, you'll be gone.

This is an actor: kill one crying monster with one punch?

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village:?

Skirt-lifting maniac: Phew, whimpering monster...

Illustrator: Why? An Ran-san, you know? That's clearly a meme from our side!

Hatchet Girl: Ahem! How should we deal with this situation, family members? [Image]

When the image was clicked, a bathroom was revealed. Written in large, bloody English letters on the bathroom mirror read, "You will die tonight."

268 The Evil Spirit Who Kills According to Rules

Aleister Cathedral, New York City.

Janet, dressed in a tight nun's uniform and a silver cross around her neck, stood on the platform, her hands clasped together and her lips slightly parted. "Holy Father, Holy Mother, Holy Son, Holy Child, please hear our prayers and send down your divine decree. Guide us, the lost lambs, to the land of rebirth. We praise and we sing! Amen!"

"Amen!"

Below the stage, many elegantly dressed gentlemen and celebrities made the sign of the cross on their chests with pious expressions on their faces.

"Today's service is over. Please collect holy water at the church door." The pretty nun said softly with a slight smile on her lips.

The gentry and celebrities nodded and walked out of the church in an orderly manner.

This scene may seem quite strange to those who understand how Catholicism works. How can a nun preside over a service?

Normally, it was the priest who coordinated and operated church activities, with the nuns mostly just assisting. Unless it was a monastery composed entirely of nuns, such a scene would not normally occur.

Moreover, the nun in front of him looked to be in her early twenties. She should be the type with neither qualifications nor experience, yet she had become the person in charge of this church?

The strangest thing was that the gentry and celebrities who came to worship were not surprised at all, and their eyes were full of respect for the little nun.

"Fuck! It's finally over!" Sister Janet suddenly ripped off her mitre, and the gentle, compassionate expression on her face vanished. "Damn church! Damn church!"

Ring ring ring.

Just as she finished her words, a clear bell rang out from the nun's uniform.

Janet irritably opened the collar of her monastic robe, not caring about the large expanse of her white skin exposed to the air, and pressed the answer button on her phone. "Hello, who's that idiot?"

"It's me, Janet." A rather old voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Fuck! How dare you contact me, old bastard?" Janet was immediately furious and cursed: "Get me out of this damn church quickly, or you'll have to watch out for your wrinkled butt tonight!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then someone said, "You're already the bishop of New York, Janet. You should be mindful of the impact of your words."

"I don't care about the influence of that shit!" Janet said without mercy, "I don't need this position as bishop. I just want freedom! Do you understand freedom? I want to go clubbing, go dancing, get a perm, and get a tattoo, not sit in this prison built by God and listen to a bunch of fat, dirty men recount their sordid histories!"

"You are a combat nun trained by the church at great expense of resources. You must obey the church's arrangements." The voice on the other end of the phone did not contain any anger, and the tone was still very calm.

"Bullshit! This is the result of my own hard work!" Janet clearly disagreed with the other party's statement and shouted angrily, "You old, shrunken guys have no right to point fingers!"

There was another long silence on the other end of the phone before he slowly spoke, "No, Janet, I, Raymond, have not shrunk. If you don't believe me, you can ask your Aunt Bailey; she can vouch for me."