"Don't sleep in the middle of the night, and still move long distances. Could it be that he is actually a very clever slayer who not only broke my tracking technique, but also predicted my actions tonight, so he was deliberately escaping?"

Thinking of this, Mochizuki Ayase's eyes were no longer as victorious as before, but more serious than ever.

Many slayers have methods like divination to seek good luck and avoid evil, and it is not surprising that they can predict crises in advance.

"Hmph, then let me see if you can get out of my palm."

After obtaining the opponent's location again, Mochizuki Ayase stepped on a bicycle, followed the navigation, and ran towards a place three kilometers away.

Since the opponent did not dare to fight, it means that he is not good at frontal combat.

That's right, that kid has no spiritual power at all.

…

after an hour.

"Hu... Hu... This guy... shouldn't have been able to detect my approach, he must have been circling around the city knowingly that he was defeated."

Mochizuki Ayase struggled to support the armrest of the car, gasping for breath.

At this moment, she was out of breath, sweat soaked all over her body, and even the pair of **** on her head that were full of vigor were like eggplants beaten by frost.

Within an hour just now, she ran wild according to the positioning information in the system, but she emptied five positions in a row.

That Araki Sosuke, slid like a fish.

Not only are the routes irregular, but they often go backwards.

At the end, she checked the opponent's position every minute through the system, but because the opponent was moving too fast, she couldn't keep up.

"But... Damn it... It's not the way to pursue it like this."

Feeling that her physical strength was gradually exhausted, and the wheels of this red bicycle seemed to be severely worn, a sense of crisis welled up in Mochizuki Ayase's heart.

If he spends so much time with the other party, he may soon fall into "sleeping" again.

A bold idea came to her mind.

Stepping on the bicycle, she firmly drove in the other direction.

I ran away from the monk, but couldn't run away from the temple.

…

Taito District, Zangqian Apartment.

In the dark and deep corridor, the green emergency indicator lights flashed as usual.

"This guy, it's really not easy... How dare you live in such a murderous place?"

Looking at the dense red hand and footprints in the corridor, Mochizuki Ayase, who had just stepped into the apartment, took another breath.

Her pupil skills are far superior to Mochizuki Ayano, so she can naturally see more "things".

Ten kilometers of grievances are slowly gathering towards the seemingly ordinary apartment in front of him.

If resentment accumulates here for many years, what kind of existence can such an equivalent amount of resentment cultivate?

She was curious.

With the ability to accurately capture the flow of resentment, she walked up the stairs of the apartment, layer by layer.

The countless **** hand and footprints in the elevator and in the corridor made her more and more frightened as she walked.

She was not shocked by the number of resentful spirits that had been active in the past.

The location of this apartment can gather grievances, so it is easy for the spirits born here to become resentful spirits.

She was shocked, where did such a large number of resentful spirits that used to be active here go and who were they destroyed by?

Soon, with doubts, she was already standing in front of the black iron gate leading to the rooftop.

"This is…"

In Mochizuki Ayase's eyes, both the moonlight and the grievances gathered in this apartment because of Feng Shui were silently absorbed by this seemingly ordinary iron door.

She gently reached out and stroked the black iron door with no cracks.

Except for the cold tentacles, there is nothing abnormal.

"This door seems to be different from the grudge. Where does it lead to?"

It's just an iron gate, naturally it can't stop Mochizuki Ayase.

I saw her crawling out of the stairs, swiftly following the outer wall of the apartment like a monkey, climbing over the barbed wire all the way, and jumping to the rooftop.

She stared blankly at the center of the rooftop.

In her sight, on the rough concrete floor, there were the footprints of an adult man.

Footprints with a grey breath left behind.

"It turned out that some ghosts and gods once set foot in this apartment and wiped out the resentful spirits here?"

Mochizuki Ayase pondered for a long time around the footprint on the rooftop, but still couldn't figure it out.

There are quite a lot of ghosts and gods in the history of Japan's "eight million gods", and there are also many kind and lawful existences, which are difficult to speculate.

Thinking that there are more important prey now, she decided to give up decisively.

Walking down the stairs, Mochizuki Ayano returned to the door of the apartment and sat on the stairs beside her.

The apartment in front of her felt too weird for her, so she didn't want to stay in it any longer.

Right here, quietly wait for the prey.

Three hours later.

"This... damn... bastard..."

Mochizuki Ayase gritted her teeth and looked at the location records on her phone.

For three full hours, that guy kept moving at a desperate speed with Toshima City as the center, hardly ever stopping.

There is also no intention of approaching the "registered address" on the document to the apartment in front of Tibet.

This made her even more convinced that the other party noticed her "hunting under the moon" and used this method similar to "jumping left and right" to avoid it.

"You can hide for a while, but not forever... Next time I must..."

Just as Mochizuki Ayase glanced at the time and was preparing for a "strategic retreat", a feeling of being watched enveloped her whole body.

Like a cat with blown fur, she, who is extremely sensitive to sight, had cold hairs standing up all over her body, and quickly looked at the main entrance of the apartment.

In the crack of the door, a bloodshot eyeball was quietly looking at her.

Eye of the Gap.

Compared with the previous period, the size of the eye of the gap has changed from the size of a normal eyeball to twice the size of a ping-pong ball.

It can be seen that the first opening of the gate of **** some time ago has something to do with its diligent "work" and support for grievances.

"The eyeball-like weirdness? Ban Men get an axe."

Mochizuki Ayano's eyes wandered, and the eyeball that was going to activate something in the crack of the door was instantly enveloped in golden light, and she couldn't even turn it.

[Hundred Eyes Pupil Technique - Imprisonment].

Dare to play pupil art in front of him, UU reading www. uukanshu.com then it can only be an eye for an eye.

"Since I can't find that guy, I'll take you out of my boredom..."

Mochizuki Ayano stepped forward, reached out and dug out the eye of the gap in the crack of the door, which could not be moved, and held it in the palm of her hand to play with.

"I'm very curious, if you lose your eyesight, what else can you do..."

[Hundred Eyes Pupil Technique-Dazzling].

With the golden light surging, the eyeball in her hand instantly turned into resentment and dissipated.

"Tsk, is it just a clone?"

At the same time, several peeping eyes instantly enveloped her from all directions.

Looking in the direction of the line of sight, dozens of pale eyeballs silently appeared in the crack of the door and in the window of the apartment in front of him, staring at her angrily.

Apparently, he was very angry that his "clone" was being played with at will.

"Boring, since I can't find the main body, let's all attack together."

With a sigh, the dozens of eyeballs that looked at Mochizuki Ayase were instantly enveloped in golden flames, turning into resentment and dissipating.

"No, this place is weird..."

After continuously driving the pupil, she discovered that during the time she stayed in the condominium, the pupil power in her body had unknowingly lost a lot, and at this time it had reached a very weak point.

Could that door be able to absorb my own...

A terrible guess came to her mind.

Before she could think about it, the golden light in Mochizuki Ayase's eyes dimmed, flickering like a dead flashlight.

Immediately, there was endless darkness.