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"Yes!"
The captain hesitated for a second, then decisively ordered his team members to close their eyes.
Anyway, we can't outrun an evil spirit, so we have no choice but to trust that guy.
"Huh, who are you...?"
"Goodbye, evil spirit..."
Instant teleportation
"Witness the fear of the stars—"
Tsukishiro Doman closed his eyes, then slowly pulled his eyelids open with two fingers.
"Become my color—"
"—"
It's just a cool line, don't take it seriously.
Alienation Superpower - Audience/Video Recording of Events
After seeing the eyes revealed when Tsukishiro Doman's eyelids were pulled open, the evil spirit vanished without a sound.
"Alright, you can open your eyes now. That evil spirit has disappeared."
Tsukishiro Michimitsu touched his eyes, then took out a pair of non-prescription glasses and put them on.
"Huh? That evil spirit... has it really disappeared?"
"The ghostly aura is indeed dissipating, but with so many people dead, if it's not handled properly, it might give birth to another evil spirit."
Anyway, thank you in advance, sir. May I ask who you are?
The captain looked around, then at his teammates, let out a long sigh, and then spoke seriously.
Tsukishiro Michimitsu gave a gentle smile and said:
"My name is Tsukishiro Michimitsu, and I'm just an ordinary psychologist."
Ordinary? Psychologist?
You're kidding me...
"Alright, the chaos in this city isn't over yet. I have to go and put an end to it all. Until we meet again."
Tsukishiro Michimitsu waved his hand and ran towards the building where the explosion had occurred in the distance, leaving them with a tall, imposing figure.
Hmm, why does this scene seem so familiar?
"So handsome..."
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It's snowing.
Chapter 339 The Blood Clown Rampaging Through the Shrine
Oh my god!
"Hehehehe, I can't hit it, I just can't hit it~"
The black Emperor of Despair shattered a wall with a single punch, hurtling towards the man wearing a comical smiling mask at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
Such a powerful punch would likely have instantly blasted even a bull to pieces here.
Unfortunately, the man wearing the comical mask was incredibly slippery, easily dodging the punch and then mocking Shinichi Kosuke as he moved aside.
"Heh, not bad. But—"
Kosuke Shinichi fiddled with his arms a couple of times, then pushed off the ground with both feet and flew out instantly.
"The warm-up is over!"
"Rumble rumble rumble—"
The warehouse was affected by the two men's fight, and like a ruthless demolition crew, the entire warehouse storing fireworks and the surrounding buildings were demolished into ruins.
They fought their way from here to here, and took things from there to there...
The comical clown ran around with unusual joy, while Shinichi Kosuke, transformed into the Emperor of Despair, naturally wouldn't let the comical clown run around him. He smashed and destroyed everything in front of him. With no obstacles in his way, the Emperor of Despair grabbed the comical clown's head with his large hand, lifted it up, and held it in the air.
Wearing a helmet, he looked at the comical clown, his other arm wrapped in an unknown gray energy.
"Repent, and then—"
"go to hell!"
"Boom-"
The arm pierced through the clown's chest, and the gray power transformed into maggots that burrowed into the clown's body.
"Thud..."
The clown's corpse was limply thrown to the ground, and gray energy erased its entire body, leaving only the comical mask on the ground.
"Snapped--"
A pair of iron boots clad in armor slammed heavily onto the mask, crushing it to pieces.
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Two footsteps echoed at the dark and desolate intersection.
"Pap, tap..."
It was a very light sound, the sound of leather shoes walking.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
It was a very heavy sound, like the sound of metal boots walking.
In the dark depths, something seemed to be emerging.
The streetlights at the intersection seemed to have a malfunction, their dim yellow light flickering intermittently, sometimes dark, sometimes bright...
"Pap..."
"Snapped......"
The footsteps stopped.
The lights came on, revealing two figures.
A seemingly ordinary young man, wearing glasses and a well-fitting black suit, with a gentle and refined smile on his face.
Another figure in this place appears somewhat eerie and terrifying.
He was dressed in a black armor that exuded an aura of power and prestige. The helmet had two blood-red rubies for the eyes, and a black cloak fluttered in the breeze on his back.
"Sir, it's safer tonight, so it's best to stay home."
The young man spoke first, breaking the heavy and desolate atmosphere.
“You’re the one who should go back. A psychologist shouldn’t be out at a time like this.”
A slightly cold and authoritative tone emanated from the black armor.
"Oh my, oh my, it seems you know me, sir? Hmm... I also wanted to bring it home to sleep, but some people are going too far and have reached the point of disturbing the peace. I think it's necessary to quiet them down."
"I agree with that."
......
In the distance, another explosion occurred.
In the other direction, a magnificent golden light and a blinding, towering blood-red light shone forth.
"Oh, sir, I'm going to the shrine to pray now, what about you?"
"Oh, I need to go and inspect my workplace."
"Then, see you later?"
"See you."
Nodding, the young man looked in the direction of the golden light, while the armored man looked in the direction of the explosion.
The streetlights went out, and everything fell into darkness again.
When the streetlights came on with their dim yellow light again, there was no one left in sight...
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"Everyone, hold on! This demon is about to collapse!"
A middle-aged man dressed in hunting clothes was shouting loudly while changing the gestures of his hands.
"Wow, hehehehehe~ I'm perfectly fine now, hey uncle, you're 35 years old and still a virgin? Your life is such a failure!"
"No, no, no! Aaaaaaaahh ...
A man dressed in bright red and wearing a clown mask snapped his fingers with a grotesque laugh. Then, an older man who was a Yin-Yang Master who was relatively close to him felt something was wrong with his body and began to scream in terror.
Before this, several Onmyoji had already died from this move, their bodies spurting blood, their deaths extremely gruesome.
Unfortunately, no matter how much the Onmyoji uncle shouted, he couldn't stop his death.
Countless drops of blood gushed violently from his pores, like springs gushing from the ground. After spraying into the air, they turned into a rain of blood, which splattered onto the white hunting robes of the surrounding Onmyoji, adding spots to their noble attire.
"This...this—this barrier can't stop him at all!"
"Where is Master Fukuda? Why hasn't he arrived yet?!"
"Master was ambushed by this monster and is seriously injured and unconscious. His shikigami has also gone berserk and is not under his control. Several of his uncles are suppressing it in the backyard."
"What, what should we do...?"
"I...I don't want to die!"
"Run away!"
Several young Onmyoji, witnessing the gruesome deaths of their companions, were overwhelmed by despair, their faith and will collapsing as they severed the transmission of their magic and ran wildly toward the shrine gate.
"Hey, come back quick! The barrier—Aaaaaaaah!!!"
The middle-aged Onmyoji hurriedly shouted at them to come back, but before he could finish speaking, his blood burst out of his body uncontrollably, turning into a blood snake that pierced the hearts of several Onmyoji who were still maintaining the barrier, frantically sucking their blood.
"A bunch of idiots! I never said I was a vampire! Hehehehehe~"
The Blood Clown strolled leisurely out of the barrier, glanced around, and then headed into the shrine.
"There seems to be something fun over there~ Hehehe..."
"Really? I think you're the funniest one."
The words were accompanied by a small knife aimed at the Blood Clown, but it was blocked by a blood snake that had thickened considerably as it leaped into the air.
A young man in a black suit is standing on the torii gate with his back to the moonlight.
Under the moonlight, the young man's face was completely black, making it impossible to see clearly.
But the Blood Clown knew that this person was watching him—
Using a special perspective.
Chapter 340 Why should I, a psychologist, engage in hand-to-hand combat with others?
That look in the eyes of the Blood Clown is very familiar, or rather, he was born for that kind of look.
That's appreciation.
That belongs to the audience's perspective.
Moreover, the clown could sense the unusual aura emanating from this person...
However, since the audience has said so, as the performer, I certainly have to respond.
"Wow, sir, you have excellent taste! I, Uncle Clown, performed for so long and played with them for so long, and they treated me so rudely! *sobs*"