"I...cough...cough...hu...hu..."

Taking advantage of those weird arms and the gap between the thick smoke, Oida Yuan's chest heaved like a broken bellows, greedily inhaling oxygen.

"Hey, it hurts, it hurts..."

He reached out and wiped his hot buttocks, and took out a piece of unburned yellow paper from the blackened jeans pocket.

"This is……"

In the corner of the piece of paper, random red and black graffiti can be seen vaguely...

"... Talisman paper?!"

When did you put an inexplicable talisman in your trousers pocket?

"Crackling..."

In the other corner of the phone booth, nun Niya danced the slender silver hammer in her hand so tightly that the lingering thunder light made it impossible for those arms to get close.

Once Oida Yuan's pressure was relieved, she was miserable here.

The endless scorched black arms constantly poured out from the inner wall of the phone booth, surrounding her in layers, eagerly wanting to explore the graceful curves...

"There is no other way, only a dead horse can be used as a living horse doctor..."

In a few minutes, as long as Mjolnir is "deflated", or her spiritual power is exhausted, I am afraid that the two people in the phone booth will be finished.

"...It's up to you, whether it's enough to grow!"

Niya took a deep breath, stretched out her index finger inexplicably playfully, and pointed at Oida Yuan, who was flickering in the gap between her arms.

"The will that sleeps in the river of life... the memory lurking in the blood... the joy that is silent in the memory of reproduction..."

A little golden light shone from her fingertips, quickly passed through the pile of arms, and shot at Oida Yuan, who was standing still.

"Awaken... Tell me your real name!"

Dark Bible · Old Testament Prayer · True Name Revival!

"Puff... puff..."

A huge heartbeat, dense like a drum, rang in the phone booth.

"Puff... puff... puff..."

It seems that there are ancient beasts opening their eyes from dormancy.

As if sensing something, those charred arms that had originally blocked Niya's vision also stagnated.

"Hey, I thought it would be nice to have a samurai, a ninja, an executioner, a male performer, etc..."

Feeling this inexplicably chilling momentum, a drop of sweat fell from Niya's forehead.

"Is it possible that this rib bone spirit, who looks less than three seconds, has some incredible characters in his ancestors?"

"puff……"

A dark energy slowly overflowed from the gap between the arms.

The next second, the charred arm surrounding Niya in the phone booth turned into fly ash without warning.

"...And, at first glance, it is not a kind and lawful camp."

In the annihilation of the fly ash, what appeared in front of Niya was a naked upper body full of ribs, wrapped in a thin layer of black energy...

Oida Yuan.

At this moment, his eyes have no whites, and only a pair of obsidian-like giant pupils remain.

On the skinny torso, the black energy turned into weird lines, and it roamed like a living thing.

The originally fashionable, slightly curly hair had completely disappeared, turning into a bright bald head with ring spots.

"Oi Tian Yuan" showed a cruel chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and his fingers moved gently in the air...

"Nine-character cutting and printing..."

Several black lines crossed with his fingertips, intersecting horizontally and vertically, forming six "vertical four horizontal five" spells like a Go board.

"seal up!"

With the six curse seals affixed to the six inner walls of the phone booth, those arms and thick smoke that wanted to continue to penetrate, all turned into black ashes at the moment of passing through the curse seals.

"Master Harima Ryu, Doman Ashiya, see reference."

After all this was done, "Oi Tian Yuan" put his hands together, and in the phone booth that had regained calm, he gave a slight salute to Niya, who was standing with a hammer.

"Doman Ashiya..."

Hearing the name, Nia pondered for a while, and immediately found the name from the materials on the Exorcism Exemption Exam.

"The evil Onmyoji in ancient Japan?!"

Ashiya Doman, a pseudo-monk and wild onmyoji of the "Harima-style" in the Heian-kyo period.

In the Heian-kyo period, the opposite of "the righteous Seimei" must be "the evil Doman".

Although notorious, everyone has to recognize that he from the folk school is a man who can compete with the great Onmyoji Abe Seimei in onmyoji.

It seems that old enemies will have similar fates. Compared with Abe Seimei's loyalty to Fujiwara Michizane, Luwu Michiman serves his political enemy, Fujiwara Xianmitsu.

After being defeated by Abe Seimei in a curse ceremony against Fujiwara Michijo and Fujiwara Xianmitsu's death, Ashiya Michiman was exiled to Harima by the imperial court.

After Luwu Daoman died, his descendants moved to places such as Yingga and Miyake near the Seto Inland Sea, and they still appeared in various historical eras as Onmyoji.

To this day, there are still many "Ashiya Mounds", "Doman Mounds" and "Doman Wells" all over Japan to express the memory of the Luya family for this great ancestor.

"Evil Great Onmyoji? Is that what the history books wrote? It's not bad..."

"Oi Tian Yuan" with a glowing scalp smiled evilly, turned his head to look at the black arms that were repeatedly cut by the nine-character cut and printed on the outside of the inner wall of the phone booth, but still followed one after the other.

"The grievances of those who were burned... They are crying for help... crying... unwilling... resenting... These obsessions have been repeatedly entangled, and condensed into this interesting 'source of disaster'..."

He stretched out his fingertips, lightly caught a wisp of ashes scattered, put it on the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and sniffed, showing an intoxicated expression.

"This is the unique flavor that can be brewed through endless painful reincarnation... Wait, there seems to be a strong karma in it..."

"The source of evil? Is this the ancient Japanese name for weirdness?"

Hearing this interesting word, Niya was not at all afraid because the other party was an "evil onmyoji", but instead started to ask for advice seriously.

The "Old Testament Prayer, True Name Revival" derived from the "Dark Bible" is a forbidden technique of the Holy See that cannot be used except in special circumstances.

This technique ~lightnovelpub.net~ can awaken the most powerful existence in the bloodline memory of the subject in a short time, sleeping in the river of life.

Of course, the common situation is that these so-called "most powerful beings" may just be a butcher who is good at slaughtering or a city gate guard who is powerless.

However, no matter whether these beings are good or vicious, they will act according to the previous will of the subject.

And before Oida Yuan fell into a coma, there was naturally only one thing he wanted to do...

Survive and escape from this scary phone booth.

"The gathering of incomplete obsessions and distorted rules is the root of all disasters in the world, called the source of disaster. Perhaps, it is similar to the strangeness you mentioned..."

"Oi Tian Yuan" stared at the indestructible "nine-character cut mark" covering the inside of the phone booth with satisfaction with his dark eyes.

"These nine-character cut seals should be able to buy you about half an hour..."

Originally, the unfathomable, evil and cold-hearted Moto Oida maintains the attitude of a master who is like a "Buddha Lord twisting flowers"...

"...If you have time to discuss this with me, why don't you hurry up and think about how to get out."

"Pfft."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground without a sense of responsibility...

"Well!!! One by one..."

After being stunned for a while, Niya complained unwillingly in the white fog-filled phone booth.

"They are all soft things that look up at the sky, show off their power, and surrender at the critical moment with a casual move!!!"

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