This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

To be honest, the Wraith this time is really strange.

At least in the eyes of Beichuan Temple.

Obviously everyone has been dead for more than three years, but they are still shrinking here in the spiritual domain to compete for the main personality and the secondary personality.

In the final analysis, do wraiths really have a main personality and a secondary personality? What kind of personality switching is this? Is it possible that dual personalities can give birth to twin wraiths?

Beichuan Temple is an exorcist, and he has no in-depth understanding of these things for the time being.

Even if he wanted to learn more, the time now is not enough.

He can only record the special type of spirit body he meets every time in handwritten form, which can be regarded as expanding his knowledge.

The other party has not spoken for ten minutes.

Kitagawa Temple could only remain vigilant about this, Kanesada under his hands shone coldly, and his black pupils glanced around without blinking.

Kamizu Makie and Nishikujo Poor also appeared, keeping looking around.

Let alone the strength of the spirit body this time, the wisdom is probably the highest that Beichuan Temple has seen.

Beichuan Temple frowned, just about to move——

"Behind! Beichuan!"

The Kagura Bell made a crisp sound of jingle bells, and Kamizu Makie suddenly gave a reminder.

Hearing this prompt, Kitagawa Temple turned around, flipped the Kanesada in his hand, and looked straight ahead.

The squirming resentment was stitched together quietly and quickly.

First is the face.

The other party's face was covered with exaggerated heavy makeup, white foundation and scarlet smiling face, which made people shudder just by looking at it.

Ogisoharu's body was covered with a red and black clown suit, and he held a bloody fire ax in his hand.

He stared at Beichuan Temple with a ferocious smile on his face, full of resentment, just about to speak——

Pooh!

A short dagger was smashed into his face.

The black liquid exploded everywhere.

The huge force of the dagger's insertion caused his entire spiritual body to fall back.

Wait a minute? !

The clown was dumbfounded, his mouth with a ferocious smile moved in astonishment: "You—"

With a movement of Beichuan Temple's fingers, the thread of death energy pulled Kanesada out of the opponent's skin that was about to be divided into two halves by his own dagger. When the opponent was about to fall, he turned his left hand over, and the black energy wriggled quickly, and the whole person jumped up with a bloody knife. The sledgehammer hit the opponent's head fiercely.

Paji! ! !

Facial skin and brains exploded, and the ground was full of filth.

"..." God resides in Makie.

Looking at Beichuan Temple who didn't care about the dirty things on his body, Kamizu Makie's pretty face twitched: "That... Beichuan, I think... it still has something to say."

In the words of Kamizu Makie, Beichuan Temple picked up the sledgehammer and slammed it on the clown wraith who was completely limp and fell to the ground.

While smashing the other party's spirit body from three-dimensional to flat, he calmly analyzed it for Shenzhu Maki: "Just now is the best opportunity, I have no reason to listen to him talk nonsense before doing it."

"That's what you say..." Kamizu Makie's mouth moved.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground is shaking.

Beichuan Temple was as crisp and neat as ever.

The clown spirit who was gathering resentment just now is undoubtedly weak. There is no need for Beichuan Temple to stand by and watch the other party completely gather the spirit body, and then talk to him for a while, and then start fighting.

Fighting is not a big show, so how can you have time to perform so many psychological activities for you? As long as you are talking nonsense over there, the other party has already finished.

Just pick up the dagger and do it first. This is the Beichuan Temple's method of eliminating spirits.

Under the precise strikes of Beichuan Temple, the surviving clown finally recovered from the state of bewilderment and astonishment.

It was startled and angry.

Because it found that its spirit body really began to gradually dissipate under the hammer of Beichuan Temple.

The remnant of the clown's spirit body turned into black resentment, the body was assembled, and he looked at Beichuan Temple with a terrifying and distorted expression.

The terrifying cry also exploded with a bang!

"Enough! I'm a Wraith!!!!!!"

"Ok, I know.."

Beichuan Temple responded calmly, then kicked it to the ground, which was more than two meters long, and swung the sledgehammer in its hand again.

When the clown fell down, Kamikaze Makie could see the expression on the other's face convulsed by shock.

"..." God resides in Makie.

Kamito Makie silently hugged Poor Nishikujo who was standing there, covered her button eyes with his hands, and said with an inexplicable empty expression without fluctuation: "It's not good for children to see this."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The spirit body of the clown wraith is restless, it has obviously fallen into a state of rage.

He stood up screaming, and yelled bitterly: "You are dead! I will make your life worse than death!"

"Okay, okay." Beichuan Temple responded twice, but he didn't stop on his feet, he rushed up and knocked him down again with his fist and kick, and the Kanesada and hammer in his hand divided the opponent's body again.

The resentment continued to overflow.

The Clown Wraith screamed in horror.

Its expression made Beichuan Temple shake its head.

If incompetence and fury are useful, then why do we need strength in this world? Because Beichuan Temple is stronger than it, Beichuan Temple can pin it to the ground and give it a good beating, that's the way it is said.

The clown wraith that was smashed into pieces materialized again, this time he could no longer elongate his body to look like threatening Beichuan Temple, it yelled in horror: "Stop! If this continues—— "

The sound stopped abruptly.

Because Beichuan Temple actually pinched its feet with one hand, and then exerted force on its wrist.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The two-meter-tall body of the clown Wraith was thrown by Beichuan Temple.

wall.

ground.

Even the ceiling is covered with black liquid from its body.

Its whole ghost was trembling with anger, but what it couldn't stop was the fear in its heart.

Under the attacks of Beichuan Temple, its originally good amount of resentment has begun to overflow permanently.

When those resentments completely disappeared——

The Clown Wraith didn't dare to continue thinking.

it will die!

Definitely will completely dissipate in this world!

But it can't resist Beichuan Temple at all!

This guy's jet-black gas seemed to restrain it from birth, as long as it was caught by Beichuan Temple, it would no longer be able to move, let alone resist.

Under this thought, the clown Wraith suddenly thought of one thing——

Its body condensed into a solid body again, and when Beichuan Temple rushed up again, it yelled in fear: "Wait! Don't you care about the life or death of the main character?"

There was a pause at the foot of Beichuan Temple.

it works!

The clown Wraith was overjoyed, and at the same time, the whole Wraith took two steps back.

As long as Beichuan Temple is threatened on the surface with the matter of the master personality, then Beichuan Temple will naturally be wary of rats, and when Beichuan Temple hesitates, it will re-enter the wall, regain control of the entire spiritual realm, and drive Beichuan Temple out of this place .

His small abacus was clanging, and he was about to continue speaking——

The familiar feeling of flying into the air came.

The Clown Wraith only felt that his spirit body was overflowing, and he was smashed to the hard ground all at once.

"The master personality you mentioned has nothing to do with me." Beichuan Temple raised his hand, dragged the clown's wraith and smashed it against the wall: "Although your master personality may still have some good thoughts, but you are controlled by him." It is also true that this man was born."

Beichuan Temple paused, turned his hands over, tore off the clown Wraith's thigh, and continued with a blank expression: "In the end, you are another him in essence, and it is natural for him to pay for the wrong things he did. .”

Yes.

In the end, the life and death of Ogisoharu has nothing to do with Beichuan Temple.

Since all of this was caused by the evil thoughts in his own heart, then he had to accept the wrong things he had done.

It is even more impossible for Beichuan Temple to let the clown Wraith go just because of saving him.

Not to mention that this clown wraith has a very high level of intelligence, maybe he is still planning something now.

But even if it calculated something, it was useless now.

This room was already covered by the dead energy of Beichuan Temple, even if the other party wanted to get into the wall, it was impossible.

But there is an exception to everything, so Beichuan Temple didn't bother to listen to his nonsense.

Resentment squirmed again.

This time, the Wraith Clown took great pains to gather the main body, and this time, when Beichuan Temple rushed forward, it had already shouted: "If this continues, the main personality will die! "

"It's a good thing for him to get out of this sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible." The death energy in Beichuan Temple's hand turned into a wide ax blade, and hit the clown Wraith in the middle.

Because of being scattered and reunited several times, his resentment has become extremely thin, and this time he cut off his waist directly, and all kinds of contents in it exploded like tomatoes.

The Clown Wraith is really scared.

It will really disappear if it goes on like this.

By this deadpan guy...

It gathered again, and the whole spirit body quickly floated towards the door of the apartment.

Outside is the cold corridor, but it looks like hope.

Not so much! Just a little bit!

Snapped--

Hair was pulled.

It looked back in horror.

At some point, the dense black air had turned into the deepest darkness, completely covering the entrance.

It waved its hands wildly, and even inserted its sharp nails into the wooden floor, ignoring the erosion of the dead air, it screamed in pain.

The remnant of the clown's wraith, struggling frantically, was dragged step by step into the darkness.

The screams merged into one group!

A cold shadow clings to the corner, trembling all over.

The resentful spirits in the spiritual domain hid and disappeared.

The blue and white ghost hand escaped into a remote corner, and refused to come out again.

Moments later—

The blade of the fire ax fell, and the screams stopped, followed by the sound of the spirit falling heavily.

 …

The black resentment drifted away like a blood thread, Beichuan Temple dispersed the dead fire ax in his hand, and turned to look at the corner.

In the corner of this room, Kamizu Makie has already started playing a game of drawing turtles with Xi Kujo.

It seems that they knew that the wraith this time was not the opponent of Beichuan Temple, so the two of them didn't pay too much attention.

As soon as he saw Beichuan Temple looking over, Xi Kujo immediately threw aside the cards he had molded with good thoughts, and jumped on Beichuan Temple's shoulder with his whole body.

She stretched out her chubby arms to hug Beichuansi's neck, and the puppet's face rubbed against his face.

"This time the matter has almost been resolved." Kitagawa Temple poked Nishi Kujo's poor head, and looked back at Kamizu Makie.

"...Do you always look like this every time you get rid of resentful spirits?" Kamizu Makie's mouth twitched.

This was also the first time she had officially seen Beichuan Temple take action against the resentful spirits. Beichuan Temple's actions completely overturned her understanding of the act of 'eliminating the resentful spirits'.

But I have to say that Beichuan Temple is very capable and moves very quickly. It took only forty-five minutes to solve everything after entering the spiritual realm.

Beichuan Temple shook his head, and replied in an unusually flat tone: "It's too resistant to beatings, it's not like this usually."

The clown wraith is far more resistant to beating than the average medium wraith, which is beyond Beichuan Temple's expectation.

Generally, the medium-level wraiths can gather seven or eight times, but the clown wraith just now has more than ten times just to keep the bottom line.

And it is still in the case of using Kanesada in Kitagawa Temple.

But it turned out to be good.

In a fierce battle, Beichuan Temple was able to win with difficulty, completely erasing it from the world.

Of course, it is meaningless to care about the things that have been done now, and the more important thing is——

Beichuan Temple turned his head to look at the wandering soul wrapped in black energy on the other side.

It was a man kneeling on the ground with a slightly illusory expression on his face.

"Ogiso Haru."

This may be the master personality that the clown personality said.

He was locked in his body by the clown personality, and he didn't show up until the clown personality dissipated.

Ogiso Haru is not a good spirit, but a wandering soul.

The so-called wandering soul has already been explained earlier.

It is neither a good spirit nor a resentful spirit, and it is a wandering spirit that is in a relatively neutral state.

However, most of the wandering spirits are basically not as extreme as wraiths. After they are born, they disappear in a daze, and they will not do anything that harms the living.

After all, there is no obsession in these wandering souls.

But something was obviously wrong with Ogisoharu. The other party's spirit body was extremely weak, as if it would disappear in the next moment, and although it was not obvious, Ogiso Haru's spirit body was also vaguely entwined with obsession.

Kitagawa Temple walked up to Ogisoharu.

As if attracted by the movement of Beichuan Temple, Ogiso Haru raised his head.

The man's eyes were full of confusion. He looked at Beichuan Temple for a long time, and finally he said in a low voice:

"Am I...disappearing, sir?"

"Yes." Beichuan Temple nodded.

Ogisoharu's spiritual body is illusory and tends to dissipate.

And even if Beichuan Temple helped him to continue his life, it would not be of much use.

Although there are few obsessions in his body, they are very tenacious, presumably that is the obsession left in his heart after the clown personality killed someone.

If you let that obsession continue to grow——

Ogisoharu will only grow into a new vengeful spirit.

When he grows up to that, he will kill again indiscriminately.

So life extension is useless.

Looking at Beichuan Temple's calm face, Ogiso Haru felt calm for some reason.

He showed a forced smile, and said slowly: "Can I ask sir to do me a favor?"

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