My sister became a devil in another world and gave me a cute girl

Chapter 117

It's a very busy street.

In the evening, pedestrians are busy, and it is time to go out shopping and forage for food.

No one knew what happened to Kiyomasa Yamamoto, what people should do or what they did, and the rhythm of life was not disrupted in the slightest until a little old man appeared.

The little old man, jumping down from one of the windows, put his hands in his sleeves, stepped on the clogs, took small steps, and walked forward with a hippie smile.

The one who walks is called a rampant, and that is called a swagger through the market.

At first, no professional noticed him, until a burly drunk collided with him and was knocked away by him, which made passers-by look sideways.

Soon a professional recognized him, and his expression instantly became extremely surprised, and he exclaimed

, "Slippery, slippery!"

But.

Most professionals were just surprised, but they didn't believe that he was a slippery head.

"Old man!"

The drunk man who was knocked out got up from the ground, and a dodge came closer, with a long knife in his hand, blocking the way of the slippery ghost, "Damn, pretending to be a ghost, apologize to me immediately!" "

Hee-hee

"Yaga!"

The drunkard was suddenly annoyed and angry, and the long knife in his hand slashed out, instantly cutting the slippery ghost in two.

For the drunkard who committed murder on the street without saying a word, all the witnesses did not stop it, but breathed a long sigh of relief.

This little old man is not a slippery ghost.

If so, it is impossible to be stabbed in a different place.

Hum!

Pretend to be a slippery ghost, damn it!

But the next moment.

Everyone's eyes widened with a look of horror.

I saw that the little old man who was stopped and cut in two, instead of being a violent corpse on the spot, these two bodies turned into two identical little old men.

Even the behavior and movements are exactly the same, each holding his hands in his sleeves, stepping on small steps, and walking forward with a hippie smile.

"Yes, it's a slippery head!"

"Run!"

The streets were suddenly chaotic, with some professionals dodging, some holding their heads and running around, but also others attacking the slippery ghosts.

The first to bear the brunt was the drunken man, who dodged and stepped forward, and the long knife in his hand turned into several cold rays and slashed over the two slippery ghosts.

Poof-In

the blood splash, the two slippery ghosts were instantly cut into more than a dozen stumps.

"Don't give him a chance to resurrect!"

I don't know who shouted, and countless professionals rushed up and launched a crazy torture and killing against these dozen or so stumps.

A few moments later, the dozen or so stumps were covered in shredded flesh and rivers of blood.

Even the heads of the two slippery ghosts were trampled on the spot by a professional.

"Hahahaha..."

"What a slippery ghost, what a king of a hundred ghosts, vulnerable!"

The professionals got carried away and laughed wildly.

"Nani?!"

A maniacally laughing professional casually glanced into the distance, and the smile instantly froze on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Someone saw that something was wrong, followed his gaze, and was stunned on the spot.

Not far away, I saw a man with his hands in his sleeves, his short body bent up, stepping on small steps, and walking forward.

"Nani?!"

"How is this possible?"

"Damn, why can't he be killed?"

"I feel like something is wrong!"

That's when it happened.

The slippery head who was walking forward suddenly turned his head and grinned at the group of professionals, revealing a strange smile.

The next moment.

This group of professionals was shocked and inexplicable to find that the ground was full of minced flesh that was strangely wriggling, frantically regenerating, and after a while, extremely ugly ghosts were generated.

Some were just a huge head full of fangs, jumping like a ball.

Some have bodies like large lobsters, with a pair of huge clawed claws, but they have a human face.

Some are obviously huge crabs, but they have a bull's head.

Some of them are obviously mice, but they have a turtle shell on their backs and a string of rosaries around their necks...

Finally, there was a person wearing a cheongsam, looking like a person, but his face was only skinny and skinny, and his skinny appearance was so terrifying and terrifying.

But without exception, these ghosts are extremely ferocious, roaring, smiling, and even crying, attacking this group of professionals without saying a word.

However.

What made the professionals completely frightened was that although these ghosts were easy to kill, they could be resurrected on the spot, and their combat effectiveness would not be weakened in the slightest.

With such an anti-heaven attribute, this group of professionals soon fell into passivity and died tragically one after another.

Night is falling.

The whole street was soon reduced to purgatory on earth.

A word came to mind from the minds of the surviving professionals: Hyakki Night Walk.

"It's over, it's completely over!"

Looking at the scene happening on the street through the window, Yamamoto Kiyoshi was like ashes, and remembered a person, Zhu Qingyun.

Zhu Qingyun used forbidden techniques to forge evil weapons, which led to the destruction of the Quenching Hall.

And he, Yamamoto Kiyomasa, used forbidden art to cultivate the god seed, but ushered in the night walk of a hundred ghosts.

This moment.

Kiyomasa Yamamoto thoroughly understands why forbidden techniques are called forbidden arts, no matter who they are, as long as they use forbidden techniques, they will have to pay a price.

The price Zhu Qingyun paid was the destruction of the Quenching Hall, and the price he paid was likely to make Shizuoka Prefecture a hell.

But!

Inexplicable anger rose in Yamamoto Kiyomasa's heart, all this is to blame on Lu Tu!

None of this would have happened without him!

Right now.

Yamamoto Kiyomasa has only one thought, Lu Tu must die!

As long as you can kill Lu Tu, even if the entire Shizuoka Prefecture is reduced to hell, you will not hesitate!

Inside the city lord's mansion, the lights are bright.

It seems that the street that walks at night with a hundred ghosts is not in the same city.

in the gazebo.

It's more like another world.

There was wine and food on the stone table of the pavilion, and Lu Tu and Sha Ran sat together, talking and laughing, and they were happy.

The chief butler and Saito Yuno stood with their hands down, waiting at any time.

But.

Compared with Sha Ran and Qingtuan who were eating and talking about the beautiful food of the cherry blossom country, Chen Qingyang and Luo Yingkong were smiling on the surface, but they actually had no appetite at all.

"Lu Tu, it's already dark, I'm afraid Yamamoto won't come."

Chen Qingyang raised his head and looked at the night outside the pavilion, and couldn't help frowning.

Lu Tu smiled slightly:

"I didn't come when I should have come, but I didn't have to come."

Turning to the chief butler and Saito Yuno, he said, "We haven't finished drinking yet, you two know what to do?" "

Understood, master."

The butler and Yuno Saito nodded and bowed away.

Outside the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

A little old man, leaning over with his head bowed, his hands in his sleeves, walking with small broken steps and a hippie smile.

"Well, no one came to greet me."

Although the slippery ghost was full of complaints, he pushed open the door with a hippie smile and swaggered in.