"Wait, don't burn..."

The order just issued was changed by Kimura. He covered his temples with a headache, and he didn't know what to do.

Although I wanted to burn the entire Sabuki House with a torch so that ordinary people would not mistakenly enter, reason told him that this would not solve the problem, and the evil spirits inside would not be destroyed by these ordinary fires.

But he really didn't dare to go in again now. Who knows when the evil spirit inside will recover? He won't be so lucky next time. There is a magical notebook that is restraining it.

The best way now is to use gold to make an empty big box and seal the entire Sahiro house inside, but this idea is a bit unrealistic. After all, gold is a valuable item, so I won’t talk about how much it will cost. Do you have to use this method when encountering other similar evil spirits in the future? This is not enough to be so squandered.

Thinking of this, Kimura was a little embarrassed and was about to look back and ask Sakuradu’s opinions before making a decision.

"Leave a few police officers, completely close the place, and don't let anyone in and out. I'll ask the police department and ask how to deal with it."

After saying that, Kimura stopped stopping in this place that embarrassed him and left here with Asama.

He knew that this time their Nagoya trio's debut was completely messed up. Not only did they fail to seal the evil spirit, but they also saved half of their lives.

Retracting his thoughts, Kimura looked at Asama sitting next to him, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you here or I?"

Although Kimura means who asked the question, the deeper meaning is to ask Asama to hand over the notebook.

Of course, Asama understood what he meant. Although he was a little reluctant, he had already got the answer he wanted, so although he hesitated, he still returned the notebook to Kimura.

Kimura, who received the notebook, rubbed it for a while, but did not ask a question immediately. Instead, he took out his cell phone and looked at it.

Seeing that the live broadcast room was still not closed, he couldn't help but sigh, knowing that now is not a good time to ask questions. After all, these ghost exorcists are presented to ordinary people with the names of Onmyoji and other Shinto. They don't want to expose the problem of evil ghosts in their bodies. This is also the reason why Akama wanted to ask how to solve the problem of evil ghosts in his body revival, but he didn't say it directly.

But at this moment, a new split screen suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room, and the figure exposed there happened to be just rushing back to the shrine branch.

Kimura and Asama looked at each other, and at the same time they felt a bad feeling.

Zhizi returned to the shrine with sadness and silently carrying her sister's body. When she knew that she could not hide her inner sadness when she saw her grandfather's trembling figure, she finally couldn't hide her sadness. She knelt on the ground and began to cry loudly.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back!"

The old man stroked his granddaughter's head, and his turbid eyes were filled with tears. Looking at the two figures wearing witch suits, the pain slowly settled in his heart.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry..." Zhizi raised her head, her eyes were blurred with tears, and her heart was full of self-blame.

"Zhizi, this is not your fault, no one thinks of it!"

The old man patted Zhizi and walked with her with Yuzi's body to the backyard of the shrine, and entered the small house where Zhizi always came to do her homework.

This is a secret place of Asama Shrine. Only their family is allowed to come here, and it is also a god who is worshipped by their family's faith, the Moon God Kaguya Hime...

"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, everyone will reach the final end, but Yuzi comes a little earlier..." The old man smiled mockingly, and then lit three incense candles respectfully. "Come on, branch, put a few incense sticks on Kaguya!"

Zhizi nodded, held back her tears, put her sister aside, took the incense and candle from her grandfather's hand, and bowed respectfully three times.

"Do you know what mistake you made?"

"What?" Zhizi was a little puzzled when he looked at his grandfather who was gradually becoming serious.

"Hey..." The old man sighed, then took out a cell phone and handed it to Zhizi.

"Why is the live broadcast not closed yet?" Zhizi, who took the phone, murmured, but the moment he saw the old man close the door, he suddenly understood something...

"Is it?"

"That's right!" The old man nodded, looked at Yu Zi's body, and said with a serious expression: "You shouldn't have brought her back!"

"No, no, I'll seal her into the bag with my own hands. Grandpa, look, the bag is still good, how could it come out?"

This is a magic weapon passed down from a distant era. Of course, although it sounds good, it is still made of gold.

After all, there is nothing except gold that can isolate the power of ghosts.

"You can't be lucky, Zhizi..." The old man ignored Zhizi's urgent mood. He pulled Zhizi with his old hands, retreating to the small door, while staring at Yu Zi's body.

Sure enough, under the old man's gaze, Yu Zi's body seemed to be awakened by something. It trembled for a moment, then began to twist strangely, and slowly, her whole body fell to the ground from her back against the wall, and then began to twitch.

"Go away!"

The old man started running with the branches. Fortunately, the small house was not big. They had already arrived at the small door in just a few steps and then ran out.

Listening to the giggling sounds in her ears, Junzi was filled with self-blame. She did not expect that she not only did not seal it, but also brought it back to the shrine.

"Don't worry, Zhiko, this mansion dedicated to Kaguya Hime is made of gold, it cannot be obtained..."

Before the old man could finish his comforting words, he suddenly heard a strange sound in his ears, thinking that he didn't care about it when he came from the room, but at this moment, he suddenly saw his granddaughter's eyes full of fear and regret, and reflected countless white figures.

He turned his head and couldn't help but take a breath.

I saw that behind the shrine, there were countless white figures crawling towards them. The white figures were covered with hair and showed a pair of resentful eyes. They were wearing witch suits with their shrine characteristics. Their limbs were separated and there was only a trace of flesh and blood. They were crawling towards them with giggles.

A curse is a curse made by a person who dies with resentment. A strong resentment arises from the anger of his heart after his death, which will last for a long time in the place where the deceased lives, forming an evil dark force with a curse. It accumulates resentment in the residence of the deceased before his death. Anyone who touches will die, and a new "curse" will continue to spread terrifying death, and the "curse" will always guard the haunted house and curse every visitor...
Chapter completed!