At the same time, there was a sudden strange change in the twilight outside Gouxuan Pavilion.

There was an extremely narrow shadow that crawled out from some corner of the ground, like a strange snake, trying hard to twist and struggle on the ground outside the gate of Gouxuan Pavilion, as if he wanted to crawl into Gouxuan Pavilion.

Ishida Ichiro sensed the aura emitted from the shadows, and couldn't help frowning slightly, feeling unhappy: With him, the chief master of the Onmyoji of Kyoto, here, there are even ghosts and monsters who are not eyebrow dare to appear nearby? It's simply ignorant!

——What's more, there is a young museum owner in Gouxuan Pavilion who is more mysterious than him?!

After the shadow outside was stalemate for about a few seconds, it suddenly stood up from the ground, bulging and bulging like a balloon, breeding blood and flesh, slowly turning into a human shape.

It seemed as if it had encountered something terrifying, and it made a low and crazy roar...

From beginning to end, Tang Zeqian didn't even look up, as if he hadn't noticed the small episode outside Gouxuan Pavilion.

Ishida Ichiro looked at Tang Zeqian in surprise, wondering why the young owner ignored what happened outside.

While he was hesitating whether to take action, a dazzling sword light suddenly flew from a distance. With a "swish", it cut the shadow of flesh and blood into two pieces and fell to the ground, and it was "sizzling" and it emitted white smoke, as if a piece of meat was splashed with strong sourness.

"Hi'an Yinliu Slash? This seems to be the sword technique of the Shen Palace..." Ishida Ichiro suddenly showed a sudden enlightenment, "No wonder the master of the museum looks so calm. It turns out that he had already discovered that the ghost was the son of the Shen Palace who was catching up with him!"

...

Outside the Gougen Pavilion, Seto Moono put the long blade in his hand into the scabbard and slowly walked to the door of the Gougen Pavilion.

She glanced at the wriggling flesh and blood on the ground, then threw out a sign-in card and inserted it accurately between the wriggling flesh and blood.

She made seals with her hands and said in a slight chanting: "He Dao was by chance, and he would be very happy when he met. Don't see the tail in his head, and the flesh and blood must be corrected. Issue!!"

"Bang!"

The few lines on the poem signing card were instantly written with golden light, and the fire burst out.

In just three seconds, the shadow flesh and blood quickly charred, turning into ashes on Mars, burning cleanly, leaving no trace of it.

Seto Mooni slightly tidied up his lotus-white top and red scarlet hair, then looked up at the Gougen Hall in front of him.

As the "Son of God" in the Heian Temple (ordinary people prefer to call them "witches").

Seto Morito's spiritual sense is powerful and can clearly sense that there are indeed many strange things in the log-structured building in front of you, but it just can't be said. What's weird?

For example, the ghost "Blood Shadow Mandrill" that she just killed ran from PA Prefecture to Kyoto, but went straight to this place without going anywhere.

This will never be just a coincidence!

Seto Mori frowned slightly, and felt more and more that this "Hougui Pavilion" must be strange!

"Hmph! Go in and take a look first! What can I do if it is a trap?"

When she stepped onto the wooden steps and passed through the gate, Seto Mooni suddenly shivered inadvertently, as if she had the illusion of traveling through time and space.

The museum is very quiet.

The two people sitting in the hall also looked at her quietly.

One of the elderly people with good spirits, pale skin and slightly messy hair should be the guest, while the other young people with a handsome and elegant but lazy expression should be the master.

However, the young man, as the master, had no intention of getting up to welcome her, and did not even have a clichéd "Welcome". He just nodded and smiled at her, and sat upright in the spacious and comfortable mahogany chair with peace of mind.

On the contrary, the old man seemed a little dissatisfied, stood up, and said to the young master with a slight respect, "Since there are guests from the Heian Temple coming to visit the host, I will say goodbye first! I will be better in a few days before coming to the door to thank you!"

Ishida Ichiro's eyes flashed slightly, and he turned around and left.

"Let's go slowly!" Tang Zeqian waved his hand slightly, "I'll send it to you not far!"

Ishida Ichiro glanced at Seto Mooni gently while passing by Seto Mooni, his eyes as sharp as a blade.

Seto Moono's eyes inadvertently collided with the old man's deep gaze.

Although it was only a short breath, Seto Moono's pupils shrank and her whole body exploded.

She could feel the old man released an invisible power, which suppressed her qi and blood, her whole body was cold and stiff, and her hair stood up.

Seto Mooni was alert in his heart: Who is this old man? He could actually release such a terrifying aura?

Ishida Ichiro looked at her in surprise. After a few breaths, he sighed slightly and said with some envy: "I have already cultivated the Son of the God of the Gods under the age of eighteen. The luck of the old guys in the Heian Temple is so good that it makes people jealous!"

On the four islands of Yingzhou, the priesthood levels of the shrine can be divided into: direct level, priest level, priest level, priest level, priest level, priest level, and divine level.

The priests such as the Kuji and Niyi in the county-level shrine must at least have regular ranks to be able to take on.

It is a very rare thing for a son of the throne who is less than eighteen years old, and it is no exaggeration to be called a genius.

However, Ishida Ichiro's very ordinary words made Seto Mori feel a chilling aura slowly crawling along the skin on her cheeks, bringing waves of chill.

From the condensed and solid gaze and the pressure the old man had just released, Seto Mooni judged that the old man in front of him was at least a fifth-level Onmyoji, and perhaps even a sixth-level.

By the way, the young owner just now seemed to call this old man "Mr. Ishida".

Seto Mooni's face suddenly changed again: Could it be that this old man is the terrifying existence in the Hell Sect in Kyoto? The legendary "Hell Sect Butcher" Ishida Ichiro, who is like cutting melons and vegetables?

hiss!

Such a famous sixth-level Onmyoji actually appeared here, and he was so respectful to the young owner of the Gouxuan Pavilion?

This...it's terrifying to think about it carefully!

Seto Moono's eyes couldn't help but fall on the wood carving that Ishida Ichiro had just given out.

She could almost see the horror of this wood carving at first glance - it turned out to be a withered "green running lamp" shikigami wood carving.

A powerful Shikigami green running lamp is sealed in the wood carving. As long as you activate the spiritual energy and summon Shikigami, you can theoretically order the "Qingxinglantern" to open a temporary ghost gate passage leading to the underworld of the filthy land.

No wonder the "Blood Shadow Mandrill" who was killed just now came straight here. It must have sensed the breath of the green running lamp and wanted to use this temporary passage to escape into the underworld.

But why does the owner of Gouxuan Pavilion look like he doesn't take the precious Shikigami wood sculpture seriously?

Could it be that in his eyes, a "withered" Shikigami wood sculpture is just an ordinary decoration?

hiss!
Chapter completed!