In the dark night, in the remote Japanese town, a man in a dark brown fur coat was walking alone in a somewhat dilapidated building, carefully searching for strange clues.

He was carrying a small chandelier in his left hand, with a single-piece glasses treated by a secret instrument on his face, and various strange props and medicine tubes and pink bags hung around his waist. The huge cross pendant on his chest released crystal light, and there were faint talisman light patterns on the peach wood sword behind him.

The town is silent, but in the spiritual world, it is extremely noisy. The yellow light cast by the dim street lights attracts mosquitoes and makes the uninhabited streets particularly lonely.

The compass in his hand guided the signals that appeared and disappeared from time to time. The man narrowed his eyes, raised his head and looked at a small house that had not been repaired for a long time.

He walked slowly past, pushed the door open, threw down a trigger mine at the door, and put another talisman on it. At this moment, he heard a female voice with a sense of sorrow, as if she was crying, and as if she was chuckling.

——The first thing to do is to determine the weird categories.

The man raised the chandelier on his left hand, then blew a light breath, and stretched out his right hand to his waist and took out an old-fashioned shotgun with the barrel being deliberately cut short.

Instantly, the chandeliers that were almost extinguished immediately shone brightly, and the dazzling golden light illuminated the hall of the entire hut. Instantly, countless layers of bloody handprints appeared in every corner of the house, blocking all doors and windows like patterns.

At a high point, these bloody handprints look like branches and flowers of cherry blossoms, with a strange beauty at the same time.

The light of the chandeliers made them appear and melt, and countless blood began to flow on the corridors and on both sides of the walls, releasing a trembling breath.

It is not a zombie, a yaksha, or a monster that becomes a spirit, it should be the soul or a vengeful spirit of the cherry blossom tree.

But they shouldn't be so strong. The weirdness that can make Zen Master Shinto and Master Nakajima disappear shouldn't be that simple.

There have always been old and young men missing in Fengqi Town recently. It sounds like a fairly ordinary thing in the past decade and the weird events that have happened frequently in recent years. But after several well-known exorcists in Japan have disappeared here, this extremely ordinary little thing becomes serious.

Smelling an unusual smell, coupled with the invitation of a familiar friend, the unknown mysterious exorcist was invited to take action and came to an area far away from home.

But now it seems that things are far more difficult than he thought.

He took two steps back slightly to avoid the cherry-colored blood that seemed to be flowing towards him. The man hung the chandelier on the hook preset on his chest, then took out a lilac potion from his waist, and skillfully filled it into two traited shotgun bullets.

This is the Lihun Water fermented from the fierce tooth grass grown on the ancient battlefield. Although it is poisonous, it can be used to strengthen the soul strength and physical fitness of the users in a short period of time. Now, the built-in holy silver powder in the warhead is better to destroy soul enemies.

The woman's laughter was approaching the parts, and the blood flowing on the walls and floors began to gather and form, turning into a shape that looked like the roots of trees. In a silent manner, these roots had already surrounded the man, intending to launch a surprise attack and pierce into the man's internal organs.

Then the mine was triggered, and the huge explosion mixed with the sudden diffuse talisman ash spreading to the entire hut. The female voice, who was originally sad and chuckled, turned into a shrill scream in an instant. The man skillfully rolled away from the moment the explosion impact, and also distinguished the position by listening to the sound. He held a gun in one hand and shot a blow to the direction where the sound came.

The purple light flashed, and the reaction of the Soul Potion and the Exorcist Silver Powder was very violent. It was like neutralizing acid and alkali, which could release a high heat that was incredible to the spirit body, because the resentful soul that appeared in the form of a talisman gray was penetrated the moment it was forced to appear, and countless corrosive holes appeared in the pale and beautiful soul body.

But even so, the resentful soul still did not dissipate. It turned its head and the soul body continued to heal. On Duanli's face, the dark eye sockets without eyeballs stared at the man who shot, making him gasp.

There was only a scattered mist in normal eyes, but in the monocle, there was a beautiful but resentful woman.

According to locals, this female college student who was abandoned in recent years and eventually died in a rental house with the child he had just given up. The man understood why the other party became weird, but it was a bit difficult to understand why the other party was so powerful.

He can heal himself by force by taking an exorcist shotgun. Even the ghost Buddha who was expelled in Liangshan Temple back then did not have the vitality - of course, the ghost Buddha is a little bigger, and that guy is five stories high.

No, where does the resentful souls come from their vitality? Only obsession and soul power support them.

Another rolling round, he threw out a flash bullet with lightning-striking wood powder, and temporarily forced the banshee to hang the shotgun back to his waist, then pulled out the peach wood sword, and cut off the blood roots that were constantly wrapping towards him. He remembered the information that the female student liked plants very much and often raised some potted plants and succulents.

Could it be that it is not a resentful soul, but a plant?

The resentful soul had already begun to charge, and the speed exceeded the sound. The man could only pick up the chandelier and blew the air again - the scorching light lit up. The power in the ancient chandelier that was once enshrined in the pyramid of Egypt was temporarily exhausted. As a result, the resentful soul let out another scream and was forced to retreat. He also noticed that there was a shadow that still had no change under this dazzling light.

It was a small potted tree plant located behind the living room of the cottage.

"Sacred!"

With a loud holy word, the man pulled off the huge cross necklace on his chest without hesitation, and then threw it in that direction - the thing was treated radioactive explosives, and the usually crystal clear light was not holy light, but the true radiant light.

Now, the radioactive explosive activated by the command exploded, and the disordered magnetic field completely dispersed all the strange phenomena around it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man took out the white phosphorus he had prepared with him as fast as possible, and then threw it towards the direction where the small tree potted plant was, shooting a shot.

Boom, the fire burned, the strange little tree turned into ashes in the blazing white flames, and the roar of the resentful soul slowly faded away,

Although it has only been less than fifteen seconds since entering the house, the man is already sweating all over and his heart is full of fatigue.

"The weirdness is getting stronger and stronger... I don't know what methods to solve these monsters in the future..."

He sighed and staggered out of the hut that had already started to burn, then pulled out a chocolate bar from his waist, held it in his mouth, muttering in a vague way: "Why, they suddenly appear? There must be a source behind this, but it has been more than ten years, but I can't find any clues."

If a man does not smoke or drink, that thing will affect the speed and accuracy of the sing of the holy lyrics. Although no one knows which great god will respond to those prayers, perhaps it is also some extremely powerful weirdness.

But using weird to deal with weirdness is what every exorcist in this world is good at.

"This time they have to get extra money - it's like this every time, I have to live at least twenty years short."

Chewing the chocolate bar slowly and facing his back to the burning hut, he was preparing to go back to the Northeast for a few months to rest in the Liaozhou Bathroom, which is comparable to the ancient Roman bathing ground. After four super-evolving Northeast Bathrooms, it has long been a high-end resort known to everyone in the world, and it is the first choice for all exorcists to relax and take a break.

Although he himself knew that weirdness was everywhere, and even on vacation, he would definitely encounter several events, but a man's heart was stronger than a diamond.

However, as the sound of the sound rang out, the keen man suddenly realized that the fire that should have continued to burn behind him was gradually extinguishing.

Amid the sound of sea tides that seemed to be blowing by the evening breeze, the cold shadow began to spread.

“…No way?”

The man with his back to the fire and shadow froze in place. He calmed down and slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

Then, he saw a huge light white cherry blossom tree slowly breaking out of the center of the town.

——Yaya,Yaya~

The children's songs were heard happily, and the giant tree's voice was innocent.

However, inversely speaking, on the huge cherry blossom trees, countless dead bones or fresh heads were hung, and at its roots, countless ancient or recently captured corpses gathered together like buns of bags. There were also a few men who were quite familiar with them, and they were figures of famous Japanese colleagues, but now they were obviously burping.

Obviously, the giant tree has no good or evil, but only draws the way humans treat humans from the hearts.

Then.

Use these methods to treat humans the same.

Maybe this weird thing is how to make friends - look at those corpses, how close they are.

There may be an ancient battlefield or something else where many people have died. The moment I saw this tree of resentful souls, the man roughly understood why this strange thing happened and the other party’s principles of action, but what can I do if I know it?

"Grass."

At this point, even he could only subconsciously let out this emotion. The man turned around and ran without hesitation, but the huge tree of resentful souls behind him had no intention of giving up. Immediately, accompanied by the dancing of branches all over the sky, the bloody rain began to cover the entire Fengqi Town, and countless root systems composed of blood roared.

...

"Why does a supernatural existence? Why does a monster appear out of thin air? There must be a reason for all this. I want to find it, figure out why, and then end it."

Decades later, the old one-armed exorcist whispered to his young apprentice: "I once expelled the twilight demon that devoured hope in the uninhabited city, I once sealed the resurgent soul tree in the small towns of Japan, and I had confronted the tribes of ghouls in the frozen soil of North America - all of this brought me fragmented clues and made me know that behind all the weirdness, there is a source called 'great'."

"But that's all. My life is about to come to an end. The final meaning of my life is to pass on this knowledge, tell you, let you continue and find out the truth."

"But, teacher..."

In front of the old man, he knelt obediently on the ground. Among the many apprentices, a white-haired girl asked in confusion: "Don't the textbooks say that the reason why weirdness is weird is because their existence itself is beyond logic?"

It's time to this day.

In addition to the areas where humans can survive, apart from the several large cities on the surface that are protected by holy places, there are only large gathering places underground and space cities in space.

The surface of the earth has almost been completely occupied by countless abnormal weirdos.

In order to open up the connection between space and underground and to find the weird truth, no matter how dangerous the exorcist’s work is, there will always be people who will stick to it—but not everyone is willing to chase the truth behind the weirdness, but just perform their own work.

"Listen, humans can never give up asking 'why'."

However, at this moment, the girl heard the old man's peaceful reply.

Sitting upright in his seat, the gray-haired old man narrowed his eyes.

He stretched out his own hand and stared at the lines in his palms - it was the wetobosnake with alternating wheels, the concentric circles spreading in the fog, the glorious divine wood, the broken golden ball, and the radiation extending to the distance.

There are many patterns, which are the spoils he seized from unknowns and weirdness in his life. He was not angry because of the girl's statement, but just taught patiently.

"Because, asking why and then intending to change it is the most essential wish of mankind, for things that they don't know and what they don't want to admit."

"In fact, the truth is not important. What is important is to find the truth and find the process of finding the things you want, that is the meaning of life."

In the soft narration of the old man, a girl heard it.

She heard a man's confusion and determination, like a ball of fire burning in the abyss, even if it would be extinguished at any time, but she still decided to burn.

When the flame sways, there may be many different shapes and colors, but what remains unchanged is its light, its temperature, and its combustion, the essence of inheritance.

Another new torch was ignited.

Another person understands what a wish, what a responsibility, and what a heart of exploration.

[———Seeking the Flame.]

There are many flames in the dark soul space.

The flames wanted to continue to float, but were blocked by one hand, covering all the light and shadows.

The purple soul light flashed, and Su Zhou raised his head and looked at the golden light silently.

【Do you want to save them?】

There is such a voice, soft, pleasant, compassionate, and kind: [Although they were you, they were no longer completely you, and their fate has not been determined yet. If you want, you can save them.]

"save."

And after a silence, a sigh sounded.

"save."

Repeating this word, Su Zhou chuckled lightly, and the young man said in a faint voice: "Save? Where to start?"

“I didn’t see anything that needs to be saved.”

So, confused thoughts came.

He seemed to be puzzled, wondering why Su Zhou had such an answer.

When the young man closed his eyes, three life he had just seen and might have encountered appeared in his mind.
To be continued...