I joined the group chat as Aizen in the Ninja World

Illustrator: I see. To put it bluntly, you just want to bully the weak, right? Bad taste!

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: To say they're a bully is an understatement. In reality, An Ran-san was just cosplaying from beginning to end. He didn't show his true strength at all.

The villain in Soul Society: Yeah, it seems that even the power of the law is useless?

This is an actor: using the power of the law will end in a second, then there is no sense of plot layering. If you want to see Aizen doubt his life, layering is necessary.

The villain in Soul Society: What to do next? Should we start the social transformation of Soul Society right away?

This is an actor: Don't be in a hurry, give them a few days to relax.

Hatchet Girl:? ? ?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Don't you understand, Kotonoha-chan? An Ran-san means that the captains still need time to accept reality.

Hatchet Girl: No, I understand! I'm posting this question mark to express my inner surprise! I feel like I've arrived at a hellish restaurant. [Image].

324 received unanimous praise from group members

When I clicked on the picture, what caught my eye was a photo of a waitress.

She was a pretty white girl with long blond hair tied into a ponytail and draped behind her head. She was wearing a black and white waitress uniform and had a warm smile on her face.

Looking at this part, there's nothing strange about her. She looks like an ordinary waitress, except for the freckles on her face.

Until his gaze shifted downwards to his lower body, a chilling feeling of terror arose spontaneously.

This waitress has no legs!

Her body was severed at the waist and abdomen. Dark red blood threads extended from the incision, connecting to the dining cart.

Skirt-lifting demon: Oh my god!

Book artist: What the hell is this thing?

Wig: This shouldn't require further questioning. It must be that kind of spirit, right? But there are actually spirits of this form? This is truly an eye-opener.

Curly Hair: Spirit, what the hell! This is a fucking spirit! There's no such thing as a spirit in this world! As the president's employee, how dare you believe in such nonsense? You should believe in science and materialism!

Scarlet Snake Fairy: As expected. You, who have never believed in materialism, have become materialistic when faced with this kind of thing.

Skirt-lifting maniac: This is directly frightened to the point of materialism.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: I remember An Ran-san commented on this kind of behavior. What was it called?

This is an actor: opportunistic.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Ah, that's right! It's opportunism! Judging the quality of things by the results, without paying attention to the process and dialectics.

The artist of this book: I hope Ah Yin can make a dialectical argument. Let’s talk about it five thousand years later.

Curly: Damn, this is a collective criticism, huh? Gin-san, I was just expressing my opinion that this isn't a spirit! Why do I have to endure this kind of treatment?

Lin Fengjiao: Since you think she is not a spirit, then what is she?

Curly Hair: The latest Terminator style!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Puff!

The illustrator: What the hell is a Terminator? What restaurant would use a Terminator as a waiter? Besides, have you ever seen a Terminator with a food truck as its lower body? What's the point of making it a food truck?

Curly: Humph, maybe the restaurant owner has a special hobby? You know, people all over the world are very diverse.

Skirt Uplifter: No matter how diverse it is, it can't be a food truck! Also, didn't you see that her cut is still bleeding? Terminators don't bleed, right?

Curly: Don't be fooled, Tear-chan! That's not blood at all, that's motor oil!

The villains of Soul Society: ...

The illustrator of the book: What the hell is this?! Who on earth did you learn this nonsense from?

Hatchet Girl: I have turned on the button to allow transmission. Why don’t you come over here and observe for yourself whether it is engine oil or blood?

Curly-haired boy: Believe in Gin-san! That can't possibly be blood, it's definitely motor oil! How dare a mere Terminator play tricks here? Kotonoha-chan, go smash it!

Shark-faced guy: They want you to verify it yourself, don’t change the subject.

Book artist: Don’t even think about it, Yin doesn’t dare to go.

Curly-haired boy: Don't dare? Gin-san, I don't dare? I can't fucking kill these half-baked mechanical creatures with one punch, okay? How could I not dare, asshole! It's just that I'm a little dizzy right now, so it's not appropriate!

Hatchet Girl: Oh.

Katsura curled her lips helplessly. She understood exactly what Gin meant by "inappropriate." But when she thought about it, she realized how unlucky she was.

I just picked a restaurant to eat at, and it turned out to be this hellish restaurant.

But this was also my fault for not being careful enough, and my attention was drawn to the Soul Society's decisive battle in the live broadcast room, so I didn't carefully observe the atmosphere and environment of this restaurant.

Only now did she realize that the entire restaurant was lit by only a few kerosene lamps hanging on the wall, and the light was strangely dim, clearly not the color of the living world.

Besides, it didn’t seem like anything… Hey, there were other guests besides me?

Her eyes caught sight of the middle-aged woman in a wide-brimmed hat sitting in the corner. Her eyes were also looking towards Katsura Yanye, and she kept winking.

Uh, what is she trying to say?

Katsura Yanye was a little confused and looked a little bewildered. At this moment, the waiter in front of her suddenly said, "Miss, how can I help you?"

Her voice was very soft, and seemed to carry a certain special allure, as if it would be a sin if he did not answer her.

At this time, the middle-aged woman winked at Gui Yanye more frequently. Gui Yanye even wondered if her eyebrows would suddenly fall off.

"How can I help you?" The waiter asked again, as if he didn't wait for Gui Yanye to speak.

This time, however, the waiter's voice wasn't as sunny and warm as before; it was now hollow and cold. At the same time, Katsura Yanye could clearly sense that the allure of the voice had intensified.

Strange, she obviously wanted me to answer? What would happen if I did answer?

Gui Yanye was a little curious, and even couldn't suppress the suicidal desire in her heart.

But before she could open her mouth, the waiter repeated the question. This time, his voice was completely devoid of human touch. It sounded cold, empty, dull, and mechanical. Even the kerosene lamp on the wall began to flicker.

Not only that, but the waitress in front of her also underwent a dramatic transformation. Her fair skin turned bluish-gray, her pupils turned pure black, and black blood began to slowly flow from her eyes, ears, and the corners of her mouth.

The waitress grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. Blood-red, earthworm-like worms kept writhing between her gums.

What the hell!

Seeing this, Gui Yanye was shocked and quickly used the camera in the group to focus on her cheeks and mouth, took a picture of this world-famous painting that was very appetizing and sent it to the group.

As expected, she received unanimous praise from the group members.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Ugh! I can’t take it anymore!

Book artist: Damn, damn!

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Yanye, we don't have any grudges against each other, right? Why are you doing this?

Curly-haired boy: Damn it, why? Gin-san, why can't I see anything? Where is this place and what am I doing? I can't see clearly, Gin-san, I can't see anything clearly anymore!

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Gin, didn't you just say this was the Terminator? How are you going to explain it now?

325 American Exorcist

Book Artist: Why aren't you answering? Is Yin pretending to be dead?

Skirt-lifting maniac: I calculated with my fingers and thought he was going to say that he was blind and didn’t know anything!

Soul Society's villain: Yes, that's very Gin. If you encounter a problem you can't solve, just try to bluff your way through it.

Curly: What? What do you mean it can't be solved? That's an easy question to answer. It's the new Terminator's transformation ability! Like I said before, that so-called blood is just oil... Bugs, are they supposed to be connecting wires? Right! That's the connecting wire!

Book artist: Since you are so sure, then let Kotonoha-chan pack this Terminator and give it to you?

Hatchet Girl: Great! I can even deliver it to your door for free!

Wig: Please, I have already turned on the time travel button.

Curly: Forget it, forget it! I'm not really interested in things like Terminators. This kind of robot girl isn't my thing! Give it to Uncle Nine. He'll definitely like it!

Lin Fengjiao: Get lost.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Sigh, I wonder when Gin will face reality. But what level is this spirit? Is it okay for Kotonoha to be there alone?

Hatchet Girl: I’m not sure what level she is, but I subconsciously feel that she poses no threat to me.

Katsura Yanye stared at the waitress in front of her, and the more she looked at her, the more she found it a bit funny. Her mouth was actually stretched to the back of her ears. How did she do that?

Otherwise, try answering her questions and see what the result will be?

Having made this decision, Gui Yanye was about to speak when a large black bag suddenly fell from the sky.

The big bag completely covered the upper body of the spirit, and the bottom of the bag was constantly tightening.

The waitress had clearly not expected such a situation. After she realized what was happening, she began to struggle violently, roaring like a wild animal.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

Hearing this roar, the other waiters were finally alerted and gathered over here, pushing their own food carts.

But whether it was because they were too weak or some other factor, the waiters moved very slowly, like elderly people pushing wheelchairs.

"Damn it! This isn't some simple thing!" The middle-aged woman holding the black bag over the waiter's neck said solemnly, "I'm at a loss again!" She pulled a pair of scissors from her pocket.

Without any hesitation, the middle-aged woman took the scissors and stabbed the waitress in the black bag. With a dull "puff" sound, the scissors easily pierced the waitress's right eye socket, and black blood dripped down the scissors.

The strike landed, and without hesitation, the middle-aged woman pulled out her scissors and stabbed the waitress again. With the muffled sound of the knife cutting into flesh, the waitress gradually stopped struggling.

Very violent and bloody.

This scene is like a horrifying murder scene. Any normal person would probably faint from fright after seeing it.

But Katsura Yanye is obviously not a normal person. Not only did she watch with great interest, she even took photos and shared them in the group.

call.

After completely killing the waitress, the middle-aged woman took a deep breath. Without saying anything, she grabbed Katsura Kotonoha's arm and walked out of the restaurant. "Remember, never try to scream! If you don't want to die!"

This middle-aged woman obviously thought that Katsura Kotonoha was an ordinary citizen who had been frightened silly, and her words were full of warnings.

Katsura Yanye was silent for a moment, then, following the plot from the TV and movies, she asked, "Who are you? What's going on here?"

"My name is Jones, you can call me Ms. Jones." The middle-aged woman didn't turn around, her steps hurried. "Also, I am the owner, legal representative, and authorized representative of Jones Exorcism Agency."

"Excuse me for asking, are you the only one in this office?" Gui Yanye said with a twitch of his mouth.

"No, I have a professional informant," the middle-aged woman replied, and then continued, "This used to be the most prosperous Italian restaurant on Baker Street, but now, as you can see, it has become a paradise for ghosts. Be thankful, Asian girl. If you had answered the waiter's question just now, you would have become meat on the chopping block now."

"Meat on the cutting board?"

"Oh, yes. If you answer their questions, they'll hypnotize you and take you to the kitchen. Then they might grind you into mincemeat or make sausage, or who knows? Maybe they'll grind your ashes into powder and make pasta."

Damn, luckily I didn’t eat that bowl of noodles.

Gui Yanye's face turned a little dark. Did she almost eat noodles made of human ashes just now?

"Are you scared?" Jones thought Katsura Yanye was frightened when he felt her fall silent. "It's okay, I understand how you feel. After all, if ordinary people were faced with this situation...ah!" At the end of his words, he suddenly screamed.

Her arm was firmly grasped by a black hand that extended from the side wall. Jones seemed to have not expected this to happen and was completely stunned.

Uh.

Katsura Yanye's face darkened again. Is this woman really an exorcist? That's it?

As he was complaining inwardly, several more black hands extended from the wall over there, grabbing Jones's right leg and ankle respectively, and two more black hands attacked Kotonoha.

"Oh, damn!" Jones reacted after a brief moment of confusion. He quickly stuffed his free left hand into his pocket and began to search, finally pulling out an ancient playing card. "I can't use it in the first place, I really don't want to use it!"

What a strange atmosphere.

Katsura Yanye felt a very ominous aura from the poker card. The horror of this aura was even greater than the black shadow she encountered with Janet last time.

"I wish this restaurant can return to its original state!" Jones shouted loudly, holding a playing card.

As she finished her words, the shadow on the playing card began to drip like ink. The image of a demon with two horns gradually emerged, its two pure white eyes emitting an eerie light.

At the same time, Katsura could clearly see that one of Jones's eyes had also turned pure white. Waves of light spread out in all directions, centered around her.

326 Evil Spirit, Doesn't Seem So Good

Skirt-lifting maniac: Wow, what kind of superpower is this? This American exorcist seems to have something special.