Chapter 943 Too Late

"Ghost-mask-kun... there seems to be some people in that open space... and there are quite a few of them! 』

In the tactical glasses, the images observed by the drone were synchronized by Hou Hai Lu Dou.

In the open space amidst the sea of ​​flames, dozens of smoky people with torn clothes were standing hesitantly.

Under their feet, on the ground covered with dried blood, there were many scorched black and twisted corpses lying here and there.

"I'll check it out. 』

The sea of ​​fire extinguished like an ebb tide, and Araki Sousuke's figure had already appeared in front of those people: "Are you all alright?"

Although these people look haggard and have a faint resentment lingering on their bodies, at least their lives are safe.

"Fire, is the fire out?"

"Ah, there are perverts... No, don't hurt me!"

Facing the "suspect man" who walked out of the sea of ​​fire in a tight leather jacket and a helmet with a ghost face, everyone fell to their knees in numbness and fear.

"I have eaten those things according to your request... so many people have died, please let us go..."

"That's right, you, what else do you want to give up?!"

"Please don't be nervous, I am not a suspicious person, let alone a pervert! Yes, yes, look, I have a police badge, look!"

Seeing a few people bowing to him, Araki Sousuke hurriedly took out a police badge from his trouser pocket: "I've dealt with all the messy will-o'-the-wisps, you are safe now..."

"Police badge?"

"Although, this police badge seems to be real, but..."

"You said, is it safe?"

Seeing the upside-down police badges in each other's hands, these people's lowered faces still buried deep self-deprecation and despair: "Hehehe, it's too late... Even if you solve those will-o'-the-wisps, it's already too late."

One of the middle-aged men dressed as office workers stretched out his fingers and pointed to the scorched and broken corpses with blood and internal organs scattered around him one by one: "Whether it is for those who were burned to death or for us ..."

After swiping around, his index finger returned to his temple: "It's already, it's too late."

"Peng!"

His whole head, like a lighter that was switched on, suddenly ignited into an orchid flame!

"Look, we've...become monsters like those will-o'-the-wisps."

In the round flame of the orchid, the man's desolate and tearless face was vividly outlined.

"This, what's going on here...you, and everyone...what happened?"

Looking at the man whose head had turned into a "wild-wisp", Araki Sousuke froze for a moment.

"I, we were commuting at Otsuka Subway Station...The train suddenly rear-ended, and a fire broke out...Many people died, and there was chaos..."

"Then those headless samurai face-only fireballs suddenly appeared and burned the entire street...they drove around, deliberately leaving an open space to gather us together..."

Another woman, who was kneeling on the ground, sobbed and spoke.

"Then the strange bird and the man on the horse said that we would not be burned if we were devout and ate what they gave us."

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, the broken tears fell on the scorched ground, splashing **** of flames.

"Those who refuse to swallow those things have already been 'fired' by those will-o'-the-wisps..."

"More than half of the other people spontaneously ignited into coke because they couldn't bear the side effects of those things..."

"Only us, who are neither human nor ghost, and who they consider to have 'container qualifications', survived by luck."

Following her fingers, Sousuke Araki noticed that there were more charred and mutilated corpses that could not be identified, hidden in the surrounding flames...

"Hey, Gou survived?! Now, can you still count as 'alive'?"

"Listen, the voice in my head started talking again... It told me to set fire to everything I saw, and enjoy the 'crackling' pleasure..."

"No, shut up and get the **** out of my head!"

Listening to the woman's cry, the other people who had been silent all this time seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and then they became crazy and talked nonsense.

Different parts of their bodies also showed signs of "partial flames".

"Bastards...these bastards..."

Looking at this chaotic scene, Araki Sousuke lowered his head, his dark and shiny body trembled like a volcano about to erupt...

"Hey hey hey, so what about the thousand-day return peak walker... No matter how many years have passed, the bald man of Buddhism still can't change his soft-hearted, hypocritical appearance..."

In the quietly burning sea of ​​flames, Vulcan's pair of red pupils slowly faded away as he watched the ghost-faced knight who was silent facing the group of "survivors".

"I can only give up these batches of 'containers' first, procrastinate for a while, wait until the other coming guys attract attention, and then continue to make more 'containers' in another place, and reshape the army of wildfires..."

The rich experience accumulated in countless "beatings" in his long life makes him very clear how to deal with these "just and powerful" human spirit removers.

"So, are you hiding here?"

The man's irritable voice suddenly sounded behind him, causing the flame of Vulcan's incarnation to explode like an electric shock.

A ferocious ghost face broke through the distorted space and occupied its entire sight.

The "ghost-faced knight", who was standing still in the scorched earth, appeared behind Vulcan without any warning.

The flames hiding all around disappeared with the arrival of this one, leaving only its solitary mass.

"What, when?!"

Even at such a close distance, Vulcan still couldn't feel even a trace of aura from the man in front of him.

If it hadn't witnessed what happened to Jinshenhuo~lightnovelpub.net~, it would only feel that this person is the same as those "containers" next to it.

"You did this kind of thing in Otsuka Shopping Street, do you think you can escape now... Say, how can these people be restored to their original state?"

Vulcan subconsciously wanted to repeat the old trick and dive into the sea of ​​flames to run. Wearing exaggerated gloves and slightly bloated hands, he had already plunged into the huge fireball and grabbed its non-existent "neck".

"Sa, count your sins in detail!"

The airy electronic voice came out from the other party's flamboyant belt synchronously.

"Restore...to the original state...wahahahahaha...the 'assimilation' produced by devouring the flesh and blood of hundreds of ghosts is irreversible even if the Buddha comes personally!"

Vulcan laughed wildly to mobilize his strength, wanting to stimulate the endless flames contained in his body, and crush this "black bald donkey" who didn't know what to do: "Let go, dare to touch my precious feathers, today I will let you..."

"Hiss, this feels like..."

But the irresistible suction force on the opponent's arm has instantly dissipated the source of its power, and even the "sense of existence" as a ghost and **** has begun to thin...

(end of this chapter)