"Ghouls that were summoned to attack humans …"

Shuweng stared solemnly at the jar of Chi sealed by Kanai. It was impossible to tell that this demon had almost licked the plate while eating breakfast.

"Last night, that blonde boy and that ugly woman were both being chased by ghouls." Red Leaf tapped the table absent-mindedly. "It's strange. The blonde boy's spiritual power looked so delicious, but the ghouls all went to attack that woman."

"Ghouls don't appear for no reason." Shuweng shook his head. "This type of demon is born with resentment after death. They feed on the corpses of humans or animals."

"They can provoke ghouls and even bring ghouls out of their host's body."

Shuweng paused and curled his lips. His smile was indescribably strange.

"Now I want to know who exactly that Nana Nishimura is."

"I know!"

Virgin raised her hand. "During yesterday's investigation, I heard that Nana Nishimura was going to continue taking photos for the magazine today!"

"Taking photos for such an ugly woman?" Red Leaf rolled her eyes in disdain.

"No matter what, the source should be Nishimura."

Kanai thought for a moment. "Today, I'll have to ask Virgin and Red Leaf to take turns guarding Nishimura. If there's anything strange, contact me immediately."

After making the simple arrangements and begging Red Leaf not to kill Nishimura out of anger, Kanai couldn't help but yawn again after sending the two Spirit-branded Retainers out.

She rubbed her eyes and felt her head become heavy.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Shuweng's gentle eyes and a large hand on her head.

The black-haired, black-eyed girl tilted her head with a puzzled expression.

"Shuweng -sama?"

The silver-haired demon sighed and rubbed Kanai's hair again.

"Next, I'll have to ask Shuweng -sama to teach me that backtracking spell formation?"

"Master."

Shuweng lowered his head. "You didn't rest last night, and you summoned me today. Are you sure you don't want to rest?"

Kanna Hyuga had secretly yawned countless times in the short hour since she summoned him. Just now, before Red Leaf left, she had deliberately emphasized the demon slaying experience last night. Didn't this mean that this child had not rested for a day and a night?

"I've seen many amazingly talented humans, fully deserving of being called geniuses." The gentle male demon said coldly, "Precocious, outstanding, and terrifyingly talented."

"However, without exception, they all died early. Can you guess why?"

Ever since Kanai summoned Shuweng when she was seven years old, the patient and knowledgeable Shuweng began to teach her the Yin-Yang Technique. It could be said that he was half a teacher to Kanai.

Kanna Hyuga could not help but shudder at his stern expression.

"But if we don't solve this problem soon, I'm even more afraid that the ghouls will hurt people —" Looking timidly at Shuweng's stern face, the little girl was somewhat helpless. "I'm not omnipotent. What if someone really gets into an accident because of the ghouls?"

"…" Shuweng really wanted to ask, "What does it have to do with you if something happens to those people, even if they die?

No, that's not how you teach a child … "Recalling the ferocious face of a certain witch, he swallowed the words that were at the tip of his tongue. His face was ashen.

Reluctantly carrying the jar of sealed Clam to the spell room, Shuweng patiently taught Kanai a few backtracking spell formations that he had learned during his travels.

In the beginning, Kanai had sealed Clam with the idea of using the backtracking spell formation to find the source of resentment. However, such a spell formation was complicated and dangerous. If the resentment was too strong and the caster's willpower was too weak, the caster's soul would be pulled in and unable to escape, forever wandering in the gap between life and death.

"If it's Kanai, it won't be a problem." In this regard, Shuweng was very confident in his master.

After all, even if she was pulled in, she could use the Bone-Eating Well to kill her way to the other world and snatch her back.

Kanna only needed to briefly explain the spell formation to Seiji, and Kanna seemed to have a sudden epiphany as she began drawing the rest of the spell formation by herself. The scholar waited until she finished drawing the spell formation. Only then did he use the spell formation that she had just drawn to point out a few small mistakes for teaching purposes.

By the time the complicated spell formations were corrected and checked one by one, it was already afternoon. Kanai and Shuweng forgot to eat lunch and concentrated on preparing the spell. Kanai put on the witch costume and stood in the middle of the spell formation in the spell room.

With the guidance of the spell, the runes of the spell formation slowly lit up. The talisman paper that was ignited by spiritual power ignited with a light blue light, reflecting on the Miko-sama's calm cheeks.

The spell formation slowly activated, and a majestic spiritual power gushed out from Kanai's body. The resentment that was stimulated by the spiritual power was quickly absorbed by the spell formation. The pale walls of the spell room were gradually replaced by another world. This wisp of black resentment brought Shuweng and Kanai to the other world.

Kanai, who used her own spiritual power to support the illusion world, was pale and was picked up by Shuweng.

The tall monster hugged his master protectively to his chest and looked around expressionlessly, frowning with some disgust.

They were now in an unfamiliar bedroom.

There was nothing unusual about the clean and tidy bedroom.

The furnishings in the room were mainly gray and pink, and on the cabinet near the bedside, there were several exquisite miniature western-style houses.

There were several sitting or lying dolls inside.

"It's a ball-joint doll."

Kanai squatted down and carefully looked at the well-protected dolls, and then looked at the dress hanging on the hanger, "This should be a girl's room."

After looking back and forth, Kanai, who didn't find anything unusual, was a little puzzled. She did vaguely feel that something was wrong, but this bedroom was too different from the source of resentment, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood that she imagined.

"This is bad, after all for me —" Shuweng covered his nose with his hand and showed a disgusted expression, "The whole room is filled with the suffocating smell of blood."

He squinted and opened the only door in the bedroom.

Directly opposite was the open kitchen, and after turning the corridor was the living room and dining room, and the bathroom was in the corner.

There was no one in the room, the thick curtains firmly covered the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the TV in the living room was scattered with controllers and game boards.

"The smell of blood should be the strongest in the bedroom."

Shuweng tried to open the door of the living room, but the illusion didn't allow him to. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "It seems that this is the 'source'."

"Is this Nana Nishimura's house?"

"No." Kanai shook her head, "Nana Nishimura's house is not here."

Was it another girl's house?

Was it Nana Nishimura's friend or rival?

No, it couldn't be —

Kanai squatted down and checked the game boards.

She went to the kitchen and the bathroom to check again, and walked back and forth in the room.

"This is not a girl's room at all, right?"

She walked back to the bedroom and rummaged through the desk and the cabinet. "All the games are for men. The stove in the kitchen doesn't show any signs of being used, and there is only beer in the fridge. There are no cosmetics or skincare products in the bathroom and the bedroom. Instead, I saw a shaver and shower gel for men in the bathroom."

The owner of this room should be a man, and someone who likes to play with ball-joint dolls and grayish-pink toys might not necessarily be a girl.

"There are four or five locks on the door, and the curtains are tightly covered in the daytime. What's more strange is that there is no mirror anywhere in the room."

How could a girl like Nana Nishimura not like to look in the mirror?

The desk and the cabinet were clean, and there were only carefully preserved doll clothes and doll furniture.

Kanai thought for a while and went back to the living room to turn on the TV.

On the game interface that didn't close in time, the name of the player in the game's female protagonist was "Jin".

"Jin?"

Kanai softly repeated the name, and the resentment that guided the fantasy suddenly became restless. Kanai's heart suddenly hurt as if it was being squeezed by something.

"If that's the case, if you're afraid that someone might break in or spy on you —" The old man pondered for a moment and then summoned a feather. He let the feather dance in the air in the bedroom. "What exactly is the fear of being discovered?"

In the bedroom with the door and windows closed, the small feather fluttered in the air.

"There's wind!"

Kanai and Shuweng looked at each other, and then turned to the huge two-meter-high wardrobe at the same time.

Shuweng opened the wardrobe door and lifted the woman's clothes. He used his five fingers like a blade and peeled off the wall in a moment. Behind the wardrobe, a narrow door about the height of a person was revealed.

Shuweng pulled Kanai behind him and took the lead to open the door.

When he saw the scene behind the door, the silver-haired male monster's pupils shrank, and he grabbed the girl's hand behind him.

"The evil of humans … Even monsters can't compare to them."

The head of a woman whose nose was dug out, revealing the bloody bones, was staring at Shuweng with eyes full of resentment.

*

On the day he met Kanai, Huang Se had a dream.

Countless worms crawled all over the room, twisting and emitting a foul smell.

The door of the gloomy villa was locked, and pairs of pupil-less eyes quietly watched him in the darkness.

A man's cry for help came from the depths of the room, accompanied by a woman's scream, and made him break out in a cold sweat.

The purple worms began to wriggle in the direction of the sound, leaving a sticky stench. The scene made him want to vomit.

The white-clothed, black-haired witch disappeared into the darkness in order to save someone. He couldn't tell whether he was afraid or angry, and he begged her not to go.

The familiar laughter of ghouls came from the darkness, and shadowy tentacle-like things wriggled towards him.

Don't go, don't go, don't go —

The anger and fear in his heart were about to overflow.

Why did you save that kind of person? Why did you save that kind of person —!

"Little Hyuga!"

Huang Se woke up from his dream with cold sweat all over his body.

At this time, the morning light was still bright. He stared blankly at the clean room and the business card placed on the bedside. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up, and found that his face in the mirror was already covered in tears.