"Roar!!!"

Just when Sousuke Araki was "demolition of the painting pavilion with his bare hands", the ghosts who chose people and devoured them among the pictures in the corridor, roared and slowly climbed out.

"Boom... woo woo woo..."

Invisible arrows cut through the long and narrow corridor, with a mournful tail sound, pierced through a few ghosts resembling the one-eyed monk who emerged from the painting.

It was the little bird Yumayumi, who had been on guard, who shot without hesitation.

However, more ghosts and monsters are emerging densely from the no-miserable paintings around.

"Hey...Finally, shouldn't you shrink your head turtle?!"

Looking at the "dance of demons" in front of him, Sousuke Araki turned his head to the side, and lazily punched forward...

"boom."

Black giant arms burning with lava runes sprang out of him, whizzing through the corridor like a black train.

Those ghosts and picture scrolls instantly turned into black liquid and burned away in the dark red firelight.

The originally noisy platform suddenly became quiet.

Since Toyama Park used the goldfinger that night, he has become more and more comfortable in the manipulation of the "illegal tenant" in his body.

On both sides of the corridor, there was only one man, woman, age, and child whose name suddenly appeared and glowed, bowing to the two of them.

The little witch, who had drawn the bow and drew the arrow, put the giant bow back on her back angrily.

"I see……"

Araki Sosuke stepped forward and listened to those spirits saying a few words silently, and his face became extremely ugly.

"These 'No Miserable Paintings' hide such vicious sorcery!"

Most of these people strayed into this place when they passed through the Thousand Packard Valley Tunnel at night.

After getting lost in grievances and coming here all the way, he was devoured by the evil thing that suddenly appeared in the painting, and his mind and body were devoured.

"... They said that the one who painted these pictures without misery was a 'painter'."

"So, these terrifying paintings are just someone's work?!"

Hearing Sousuke Araki's words, Kotori Yumayumi's face was also not very good-looking.

She originally thought that these ghosts were hiding in the paintings and devouring people at the right time, or that these paintings were originally things like Fushenshen.

But if these corrosive paintings and the lifelike ghosts in them are just someone's paintings...

"...What kind of terrifying existence is that 'painter'?"

At the same time, the densely packed ghosts have climbed out of the pictures above the stairs and poured down towards the two of them.

"No matter what kind of ghost he is..."

"boom."

The black giant arm behind Araki Zongsuke swept silently again, turning the hundreds of ghosts walking on the stairs into a black liquid that was burning all over the place...

"To do such an outrageous thing... never forgive!"

Araki Sousuke's angry eyes looked at the top of the seemingly endless spiral staircase with emotion.

Intuition told him that the "painter" was not far above.

"Please, sir, move for a while!"

As the man hummed softly, without waiting for Sousuke Araki to step up, the platform under the two of them suddenly split into two...

"Be careful!"

After a violent shaking, the half platform that turned into a crescent shape turned out to be like an elevator, leading the two of them to climb vertically upwards.

"This is... an agency?"

The two checked carefully, and there was an extremely delicate hinge mechanism hidden in the connection between the platform and the surrounding stair pillars.

...

"Huh...huh..."

Mochizuki Che gasped for breath, and hurriedly walked up the endless downward spiral staircase.

A layer of purple flames was burning all over his body, and the surging eyes of Jin Mang behind the sunglasses were full of indifferent killing intent.

On the stairs when they came, there were densely packed ghosts with mutilated bodies that were turning into black liquid.

Below, there are a large number of ghosts, which are constantly crawling out of the surrounding Ukiyo-e, attacking him with twisted bloodthirsty eyes.

"Go away, you fakes!"

Mochizuki let out a low roar, and without warning, several claws of purple flames protruded out of the void, tearing the ghosts that had not yet come to pieces to pieces.

The power of the great country, 80%, and endless helplessness.

After receiving the "gratuitous sponsorship" of a certain existence in his body, his strength is not the same as before.

All the way down the stairs, the killing intent accumulated in his body became stronger and stronger, and there was a tendency of "God blocks killing gods, Buddha blocks killing Buddha".

As the wave of ghosts receded, another suspended platform built on an escalator appeared in Mochiyueche's sight.

Looking around, there are no ghosts on this platform.

A figure in a plain black kimono was sitting alone at a desk in the center of the platform.

From the back, this is a thin man with meticulously combed hair.

Haori, kimono, corner belt, lining, Shingen bag, sandals...

His splendid kimono attire, coupled with the rare Tsukiyo head and the surrounding Edo buildings, made Mochizuki feel like he had strayed into the Edo period drama set.

Tsukiyotou, which involves shaving the hair from the forehead to the top of the head, making the exposed scalp a half-moon shape, and then tying a small bun at the back of the head, is one of the traditional Japanese hairstyles.

This hairstyle originated in the Warring States period. It is said that it was handed down because of the advantages of wearing a helmet in battle, and it would not block the front view even if the hair was scattered. It became a custom for adult men in the Edo period. hairstyle.

It is said that at first, the samurai would pluck the hair from the top of their heads in order to expose their scalps.

It was not until later that the razor was gradually switched to, and in the peaceful period under the Tokugawa shogunate, it evolved to fix it with wax oil, which made part of the luster of the "Tsukiyo" more dazzling to obtain an additional blinding effect. The knife blinded the opponent's eyes first.

It was not until the promulgation of the "Distribution of Swords" in the Meiji era that Tsukiyoto slowly disappeared from the public's field of vision.

At this moment ~lightnovelpub.net~, the man in the center of the platform seemed to be completely unaware of Mochizuki Che's approach. He just held the brush in the air, staring intently at the empty drawing paper on the desk, ready to write at any time. look.

"Wraith from the Edo period..."

The opponent's unsuspecting back, and the clothes that blended in with the surrounding Edo-style buildings made Mochizuki even more vigilant.

"No, it's a ghost?!"

As the distance got closer, there was a faint trace of grayish-white aura, quietly lingering on the tip of the man's pen like ink.

In the shrine of the Tokugawa family's Xianshouyuan tomb, there is a ghost lurking? !

Cautiously walking down the stairs, Mochiyueche's expression suddenly changed when his eyes fell from the quiet and eerie man to the surroundings of the painting.

Because, apart from a gray and worn-out stone bowl, the utensils holding the paint in the man's hand turned out to be skulls whose Tianling lids had been pried open.

And the brush held in the other's hand was actually made up of human phalanges one by one.