"Sure enough, this thing was hidden here by the Kii Tokugawa clan..."

Seeing the skull with ferocious long horns hanging on the wall of the cave, Mochizuki Che, who had just shot down a few ghosts, had purple flames churning in his eyes, and a sinister smile appeared from the corners of his mouth: "Hahahahaha... I finally found it, Jiutun A child's head!"

Under the excitement, the scorched black on his right arm spread widely, covering half of his chest.

Shuten-douji, the son of Oe Mountain Ghost King, Ibuki Daimyojin and human beings in the Heian-kyo period.

It is said that he, who bears the blood of the Dragon God, grew up in a temple in Ibuki Mountain, and he led the ghosts and built palaces in Dae Mountain.

In addition to drinking alcohol every day, he also likes to turn into handsome young men, abduct virgins and children, imprison them in the mountains as slaves, and eat their flesh and blood.

Because Shuten-douji bears the blood of the gods, his bravery is the pinnacle of the ghosts and gods in the world, and the ghosts under him occupy a section of Danbo Peak in the Dajiang Mountains, which is difficult to defend and difficult to attack, even if he had Abe Seimei, He Mao Guangrong, Yuan The court of Laiguang, Master Zhide, Doman Ashiya and other powerful people could not do anything for a while.

After the Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei locked the position through divination, the "Four Heavenly Kings of Laiguang" led by the Great General Yuan Laiguang, Watanabe Tsuna, Sakata Kinoshi, Bubu Jiwu, Usui Zhengguang and others, disguised as lost travelers and offered "Sacred Wine". When Shuten Boy was drunk and unable to move, his head was chopped off and sealed.

"No, we, the Jiide Chuan clan, tried our best to enshrine this one here. Naturally, we don't want him to be just a head..."

Under the split eyes of everyone, Tokugawa Fangnian solemnly lifted the skull and placed it on the neck of the huge headless body in front of him.

"Only my painting skills, which have been tempered and able to reshape the soul, and the body of ghosts and gods refined by the blood of thousands of people in the Shenyin Array of Xianshouyuan Temple, can be perfectly resurrected! "

Then, he bowed humbly 180 degrees to the ground in a posture that was enough to break his waist: "Respectfully invite the ghost king of Dajiangshan, the boy of wine swallowing, to come."

As the dark red juice surged and wrapped the skull, a red-haired man with a height of three meters, wearing armor, and two horns on his head gradually appeared in the eyes of Mochizukiche and Xiaoniao Yuzhengong.

Without warning, the red-haired, red-horned man with ghost lines opened his eyes.

"Well done..."

There is a real, incomparably wild aura of ghosts and gods rising from him.

"I will give you the Tokugawa family, as the contract says, eternal glory!"

His ferocious blood pupils glanced around with a lazy charm that made people unable to take their eyes off.

The ghost king of Dajiangshan, the boy who swallowed wine, is coming again!

With the appearance of Shuten Douji, a scent of wine mixed with fruit and rice permeated the platform.

"So sweet..."

Inhaling a hint of the diffuse wine aroma, Mochizukiche, who was closest to him, instantly turned red.

This is a sweet and rotten, fiery sweet smell that makes people fascinated and willing to fall into it...

"This, what is this..."

He only felt that the world was spinning, and even standing was a little difficult, and the original fighting spirit in his heart also disintegrated.

It seems that every cell in the body is roaring madly, as long as people can taste this thing, even if they fall into **** forever!

"Is this... a ghostly poisonous wine?!"

What kind of poison is this, it is only a wisp of breath, and it has such a terrible temptation and corrosive power!

"It seems that a living sacrifice was prepared for me? This is..."

At the same time, Shuten Douji, who is three meters tall, frowned slightly, as if he heard something he cared about.

In the blink of an eye, his figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Mochizukiche.

"Where did you know..."

That sturdy, irresistibly strong arm had already wrapped around Mochiyueche's neck, pressing him fiercely into the building beside him.

"...This is the breath of the ghostly poisonous wine that I once drank?!"

Just this moment, the bones in Mochizukiche's sturdy body were shattered inch by inch.

"Could it be that you are a descendant of the Gen clan?"

It is said that Yuan Laiguang obtained it from the incarnation of the gods, and it is a poisonous wine that is irresistible to ghosts, but the effect is equivalent to "death".

It was with this altar of poisonous wine that the human race was able to retreat and cure all the ghosts in the mountains.

"No, no, I smell a familiar smell on you."

Just like examining chickens and sheep to be slaughtered in the market, Mochizuki's desperate face was reflected in Jiutun's scarlet and indifferent pupils.

According to the records of the Tokugawa clan's classics drawn from the map of Mount Hakone, in the tomb of Senjuin, the head of Shuten-douji is sealed.

Originally, Mochizukiche led the team here, just to try to find this thing.

Unexpectedly, the Jiide Chuan family not only secretly set up a secret here, but also successfully reshaped the body of ghosts and gods and resurrected Shuten-douji!

"I happen to have something to do with this guy, and immediately give me your body... This is your only chance to survive!"

Just as Shuten-douji was in his hand, his bones were broken, his internal organs collapsed, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, a violent voice suddenly roared in Mochizukiche's mind.

"I, Ibaraki, swear in the name of Dajiangshan, I will never take the opportunity to invade your body today!!!"

"Hey, if that's the case, I believe you this time..."

With the last bit of strength, Mochizuki Che pulled on his waist.

"...Anyway, I have nothing to lose."

"Boom."

The old samurai sword that had been hanging around his waist and had never been drawn by him fell to the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey..."

"Why are you laughing?"

At the same time, Mochizuki Che, who was squeezed by Shuten Douji, laughed distorted and frantically.

"Aren't you curious, how did he know that it was a ghostly poisoned wine?"

The scorched black on the right chest, with a blood-red texture, silently spread over every inch of his skin.

"Because, in order to find your broken head, I have engraved the breath of that poisonous wine into my soul!"

The sharp teeth in the corners of the mouth, the long and narrow ears, a pair of purple horns on the forehead...

"A thousand years... even if there is only one head left..."

With the purple flames of Mochizuki's whole body rising into the sky~lightnovelpub.net~ ghost characteristics similar to Shuten Douji began to appear on him.

A frantic voice gradually overlapped with Mochizuki's original voice, and roared at Shuten-douji in front of him that seemed to span thousands of years: "I finally found you, Ibuki!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this voice, Jiuten boy was stunned for a moment, and he didn't even notice that his arm was burned by the purple flame, and there were black cracks.

"I thought it was just an inferior product that inherited the power of a thin bloodline..."

A second later, a meaningful smile appeared on his handsome face with scarlet ghost lines.

"But I didn't expect that the main lord's soul is actually in his arm, and he doesn't even dare to erode this body?"

A face full of madness engraved in his memory gradually overlapped with the "thin" human race in his hands.

"It's been a long time, my friend Ibaraki."