"Wang... Captain Mochizuki?!"

Seeing the dusty saber on the man's waist, several team members immediately exclaimed, but hesitated.

Under the moonlight, what stopped everyone was not Mochizuki's arms of different thicknesses, black and white.

But on both sides of his forehead, two stubby scarlet ghost horns standing like demons, and the simple red ghost lines that appear and disappear from time to time on the body surface.

At this time, Mochizuki Che looked like he was performing "Return of the Living Dead", a freshly unearthed evil spirit from the tomb.

"A full body check on him..."

Mochizuki Koji waved his hand, and several men immediately surrounded him with stretchers and instruments.

"You'd better... don't come here..."

A man had just approached Mochizukiche and was about to pick him up when he suddenly fell to the ground with a flushed face and a drunken smile.

"Sorry, I can't control this chaotic atmosphere for the time being..."

There was an indiscernible sweet smell around his body.

"Don't worry, I can't die."

Mochizuki Che, who was lying on the ground, struggled to prop up his body, and looked at Mochizuki Koji who was standing not far away with burning eyes.

"It's really flattering that Patriarch Lao came over in person."

Ignoring Mochizuki Che's sarcastic words, Mochizuki Yasushi looked over at the tomb he climbed out of.

"Don't look at it, the hidden place below is in disrepair, can't stand the toss, and collapsed."

"What did you encounter in this hidden land?"

Mochizuki Koji sighed, his doubtful eyes fell on the red ghost horn above Mochizuki Che's head.

"As recorded in ancient books, the Kii Tokugawa clan hid 'this thing' underneath, and also left a ghost who likes to paint to guard the tomb..."

Mochizuki smiled grimly, and reached out to touch the pair of stubby red horns on his head: "I can't beat that ghost, so I can only release this guy in my arm."

"As for my body, after waking up, it's already like this..."

"So, is it the remnant of Ibaraki who used 'moustache' without authorization?"

Mochizuki Koji drooped his eyelids, and there was no expression on his wrinkled face.

"Who else could it be if it wasn't for him, that God Hidden has already begun to collapse. If I hadn't run fast, I'm afraid it would have stayed there forever."

"Even if you released that guy, you made it look like this. The root cause of Jiide Chuan's burial is really not that simple..."

"It's a little different from what I expected, but at least I got what's inside. 』

Looking at Mochizuki's swarthy right arm and the pair of red horns on top of his head, Mochizuki Koji slowly turned around, strode away towards the gate of the tomb, and seemed to believe his words.

"Let's go back and talk about it. The people from the association seem to be inspecting the tunnel below. Clean up the scene here so that no one can find out."

Looking at the trembling back, Mochiyueche's eyes flashed with slyness and fear.

"By the way, before your state returns to stability and adapts to the new 'organ'..."

Suddenly, Mochizuki Koji stopped in his footsteps, turned his head and looked at Mochizuki Che with a deep meaning, making his face tense slightly.

"Suspend all activities and stay in the research institute to recuperate."

"understood."

After pretending to be weak, Mochizuki's back was covered in cold sweat.

This old man, who can't detect any spiritual power and can hold his breath with a gust of wind, is a more terrifying existence than ghosts and gods.

Because, since he and Mochizuki Ayano, and even his parents' generation had memories, Mochizuki Yasushi had already looked like this old-fashioned and lifeless person.

...

Saitama Prefecture, Wako City, single apartment.

"what!!!!"

In the endless darkness, in the ears of Yueying Qiancao, a middle-aged Obasan's exclamation resounded through the corridor.

"There are perverts!!!!"

Immediately, there was the sound of "bang, bang, bang" opening the door and the noisy chatter of the crowd.

It's so noisy, don't let people sleep...

"Mr. Moon Shadow... are you okay... wake up..."

A vigorous shaking awakened the cold and sleepy Yueying Qiancao.

"Ah!"

After sneezing and rubbing his eyes, he adjusted to the slightly dazzling morning light in front of him.

"Mr. Moon Shadow, why are you sleeping outside, do you need help calling an ambulance?"

The property management staff in a suit was squatting in front of him, looking at him worriedly.

"I just received a complaint from the resident that there are exhibitionists in the corridor. I had already called the police, but I found out that it was you..."

For the resident who "slept naked" in the corridor, the property management personnel happened to recognize it.

After all, the house next door to Yueying Qiancao suffered a terrifying murder just the day before yesterday, making this single apartment building one of the most famous haunted houses.

If what happens to the resident in front of him, it is estimated that the contracted property company will be powerless.

Behind the staff, several women dressed as OLs who went out to work in the morning, and middle-aged Obasan carrying a vegetable basket were covering their blushing cheeks with their hands and scanning him back and forth with scorching eyes through their fingers. He seemed to be completely unaware of the fact that he was about to be late.

"I……"

Yueying Qiancao slowly turned her head with a dull expression, her eyes resting on a lonely bath towel in the corner.

Then, he lowered his head stiffly and looked at his naked body, which glowed with holy light in the morning light...

He suddenly understood, the meaningful and ambiguous smiles on the faces of the surrounding female residents.

"That... don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not an exhibitionist or a pervert..."

Encountering the "large-scale social death scene" in front of her, Yueying Qiancao resisted the urge to use the power of shadow to escape, covering her lower body, picking up a bath towel, and wrapping her body in one go...

"I'm just...sleepwalking...yes, I just have the bad habit of sleepwalking...hahahaha..."

Explaining palely and feebly, he quickly ran back to his apartment in the eyes of everyone.

"boom!"

Amid the chatter, she closed the door~lightnovelpub.net~ Yueying Qiancao leaned against the door as if she was relieved, and reached out to touch her neck in fear.

"I'm not dead...why..."

His mind went blank as he recalled the horrific experience last night.

"That group of things..."

The terrifying feeling of suffocation that the group of women in white had pinched on every part of his body and crazily squeezed last night still lingered deeply in his mind.

"Did he let me go on purpose, or was he unable to digest my divine power and played away by himself?"

The joy of life after the catastrophe dilutes the shame of social death.

As for that terrifying weirdness, whether he deliberately saved his life and wanted to cultivate himself to be a juice man who regularly squeezed, or something else happened, I am afraid that only time will tell.

After going through all this, Yueying Qiancao was deeply fortunate that planning to move out today was a very wise decision in every sense.