Seeing this, the tourists who were about to flee stopped and looked at the armor on the ground with fear, curiosity, and uncertainty. "What's going on? Is this the ghost of Minamoto no Raikou, or the god of tsukumogami?" "A trick show?" "How is that possible? There is no such 3D technology now." Uchiha Ming curled his lips. This set of samurai armor had dozens of parts from head to toe. It was too fragmented. The chakra lines could only barely make it stand up. It's just for show. If you want to use the samurai armor in battle, you still have to find something to wear it. Just when the tourists were still in shock and thought that it was over, the blue will-o'-the-wisp began to jump again in the pile of armor on the ground, and Minamoto no Raikou's armor stood up again. Some people were so scared that they stepped back, but there were still a few who were not afraid of death and continued to take out their mobile phones to take pictures. Two balls of burning will-o'-the-wisp fire emerged from Da Kai's eyes and slowly swept across the people present. "...body...I, I want a body..."

Everyone who heard this had their hair stand on end. The first thing they thought of was the rumor that an evil spirit possessed a person and took over their body, and they ran away in fear. There were a few who were stunned and unable to move, having been frightened to the point of being unable to move. "Mesa, run!" Akiyama Atsushi and Koizumi Misa also hurriedly ran back. Misa saw that the red-haired handsome boy was still standing there, and anxiously reached out to grab his sleeve. But he was bumped into by other fleeing people and staggered. When he looked carefully, the young man named Scorpion had disappeared. In the crowd, there was a brave person who went against the flow and ran towards Da Kai. "Minamoto no Raikou! Minamoto no Raikou! I, your humble descendant, am willing to offer my body for you to be resurrected in this world." A fat otaku weighing more than 200 kilograms rushed up, prostrated himself on the ground excitedly, and looked at the legendary weapon that belonged to Minamoto no Raikou with admiring eyes. "The legendary warrior of the Heian period, Minamoto no Raikou who commanded the Four Heavenly Kings!" Uchiha Ming, who had already become invisible through the use of the technique of transparent escape, looked at the otaku in front of him with some helplessness. This fat otaku seems to be a fan of Minamoto no Raikou. This time he came to see Minamoto no Raikou's weapons and spider cutter with the mentality of a pilgrimage. Moreover, he is not a good dragon. After seeing Minamoto no Raikou really resurrected, he was willing to offer his body. It's a pity, look at your fat body, how can you possibly fit into this big armor. Moreover, in Uchiha Ming's plan, there is no need for outsiders to cause trouble. Uchiha Ming simply ignored him, controlled the armor with chakra threads, raised his two caged hands, and his whole body was covered with blue flames from the catalytic chakra. Like a burning torch, it emits dazzling light. "Quack quack!" Crows, a group of crows, were attracted here from who knows when and were circling over the head of the armor. "Quack quack!" Then one crow after another swooped down, ignoring the faint blue light and fire coming from the armor, and scrambled to get into the armor through the cuffs of the two caged hands.

Bang, bang, bang. Da Kai's body suddenly fell to the ground, and the sound of wings flapping and colliding came from inside the chest plate. "Minamoto no Yorimitsu, are you going to use crows to support this armor?" Seeing that Minamoto no Raikou's armor did not automatically disperse and then be put on himself, the otaku felt a little lonely and secretly happy. He could only watch the crows fly from the cage into the armor. But the next moment, Da Kai had regained his footing, his shriveled boots and chest plate swelled up, and a pair of hands wrapped in blue flames stretched out from his caged hands. Lord Minamoto no Raikou has actually regained his flesh and blood! The fat otaku looked happy, then his expression became stern. Minamoto no Raikou's face was still covered by the armor and cheeks, and his pupils were flickering with an eternal blue flame. No, Lord Minamoto no Yorimitsu has not really been resurrected, this could just be the Oni Samurai! Minamoto no Raikou stretched out his hand and this time he grasped the legendary sword, Spider Cut! When the sword was pulled out, the blade was still sharp, obviously it had been carefully maintained in the shrine. "Ahhh-" The demon warrior Minamoto no Raikou raised the Spider Cut in his right hand, and a faint blue halo enveloped the sword. As the caged hand swung down, a blue sword beam slashed out with a loud bang, plowing a huge crack in the ground. The reinforced concrete wall could not stop it and was smashed through! The museum is penetrated from front to back, creating a road leading to Sato Nakamura's old house. Chapter 95 Capturing the Extraordinary Although the weather in Tokyo is still a bit cold at the end of April, the skirt of the goddess of spring has already swept across the city. But Kanhara Yuji couldn't help but sigh that this is really a turbulent time. Over the past month, his worldview has collapsed, rebuilt, and collapsed again. He doesn't know how many times he has experienced this, and now he is a little numb. However, he received an emergency order last night and was recalled to the Metropolitan Police Department. Today, he was assigned to Ota Ward to guard this haunted house, which made Kanhara Yuji a little scared. This made him think of the evil spirit he encountered in Shimonakano Apartment at the beginning of the month. After reading the basic files, Kanhara Yuji already knew what kind of enemy their Investigation Section 4 would face and how terrifying the evil spirits were. If Master Di Lu had not descended from the sky, Kanhara Yuji might have lost his life there. Master Di Lu is a compassionate and virtuous monk. Even though Kanhara Yuji already knew that Master Di Lu sent more than a hundred people from the Zhengxin Society to heaven in one breath, he still firmly believed so. "Inspector Okita, is it true that the evil spirit will not come out to attack us?" Kanhara Yuji was still a little worried, and said to a gloomy-looking police officer beside him. They were in a house to the right of Sato's old house, and the balcony of the old house could be clearly seen from the study window.

Inspector Okita was about forty years old, his face was as pale as paper, he looked haggard, and he had two serious dark circles under his eyes. He moved the muscles on his face, trying to force a smile, but in the end he still showed a stiff expression: "Don't worry, I've been on duty here for three years and have never been attacked by an evil spirit. The Metropolitan Police Department has never had a record of evil spirits actively attacking humans." The evil spirit will not come out of Sato's old house to attack the police officers who are monitoring nearby, but it will appear on the balcony and roof of the old house from time to time and stare at the police officers with its terrifying eyes. That kind of resentment that was almost materialized was like a sharp edge standing in the way. According to the records, there were more than one or two police officers who were scared into the hospital. Inspector Okita stared at Kanhara Yuji, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Officer Kanhara, our team was very happy to see you guys this morning. We thought the people who were supposed to be on shift had arrived early. Why did you have to be sent here at this time to strengthen the security?" Police officers like Inspector Okita who are in charge of surveillance are under heavy psychological pressure. They have to change shifts and receive counseling from psychologists every once in a while, otherwise they will not be able to hold on. However, we cannot just use surveillance equipment, because the evil spirit may not be captured by the camera equipment, and the surveillance equipment installed in the house at great cost is sometimes effective and sometimes not. The Metropolitan Police Department can only use the most primitive method of surveillance, using human eyes. "I'm not sure about that. The order we received was to step up vigilance with your surveillance team." That being said, Kanhara Yuji had some thoughts about this sudden order from the Metropolitan Police Department. There is no wall that is impenetrable. The Metropolitan Police Department suddenly entered a state of alert yesterday and mobilized the SAT to enter the department. The news has already spread widely within the Metropolitan Police Department. If the Metropolitan Police Department had not tightened its control over media, this big news would have spread all over the city long ago. As a member of Investigation Section 4, Kanhara Yuji still knows a little bit of the inside story. The Metropolitan Police Department has been invaded by supernatural beings, and Section 5 seems to have been wiped out. Although their lives are not in danger, they have temporarily lost their ability to work. The dispatch of Yuji Kanhara to come here to strengthen security may be related to yesterday's invasion by the extraordinary people. "It's a tough job to be here to monitor the Sato family's haunted house." Inspector Okita patted Kanhara Yuji's shoulder expressionlessly, then looked at the second-hand house outside the window with a mocking smile on his face: "Fortunately, enough people have died. At least the Metropolitan Police Department won't ask us to search the house again." Inspector Okita said in a hateful voice: "Sometimes, I really want to burn this haunted house down! Unfortunately, the last person who did that died of self-immolation. Using a bulldozer won't work either, as the cause of death was a ridiculous heart attack. But if the Metropolitan Police Department is willing to use artillery shells, they can definitely raze this house to the ground." "But the Metropolitan Police Department is unwilling to do so. The bigwigs above attach great importance to supernatural beings such as evil spirits that are related to the soul. They want to uncover the secrets about the soul. The lives of us little pawns are not important at all." Inspector Okita kept talking like a neurotic, which made Kanhara Yuji a little nervous. If I stay here for too long, I won't become like this. The task I received this morning had no deadline. "Boom!" A huge noise, similar to an explosion, came from a corner of the street.

"What's that noise? A gas explosion?" "Impossible, all the residents of this street have been relocated. That direction is the Ota Ward Museum. No, something is wrong!" Inspector Okita and Kanhara Yuji's expressions changed and they immediately rushed downstairs. Several people also rushed out from a nearby house. A group of men in black suits gathered together and saw a closed shop on the street. A huge gap had been cut in the rolling door from the inside out. A ghost warrior wearing ancient armor and a mask on his face, with two blue ghost fires flashing in his pupils, blue flames all over his body, and a samurai sword in his hand walked out. What kind of supernatural being is this? Needless to say, everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department immediately drew their pistols. "Bang! Boom!" Five or six pistols fired at the same time, but the Onimusha simply raised the samurai sword in his hand. "Qiang Qiang Qiang——" The crisscrossing blue sword beams intertwined in the air to form a dragnet that chopped off all the bullets! Everyone's pistols were empty, but that didn't stop the Onimusha from moving forward. Just when Kanhara Yuji thought he was going to be beheaded, the Onimusha didn't even look at the people from the Metropolitan Police Department and walked straight towards Sato Nakako's house. Gleaming phosphorescent light drifted out from the gaps in the ghost warrior's armor and flew into the air. As it walked, it left two rows of footprints on the ground that were still burning with ghostly blue fire. This time no one dared to stop the ghost warrior. "Lord Minamoto no Yorimitsu, wait a moment, don't abandon me!" At this time, a fat man dressed as an otaku ran out from a gap in the commercial street, running towards here breathlessly. Kanhara Yuji couldn't hide his surprise. This fat guy actually knew that Onimusha! The Onimusha is clad in ancient armor, and is completely different from all the registered Type Bs. He also doesn't look like a monster, but more like a legendary shikigami. Could this fat guy be the Onmyoji? It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover. It turns out that apart from mysterious supernatural beings like Master Di Lu and the red-eyed man, there are also supernatural beings who dress so crudely... no, they are down-to-earth supernatural beings. Could it be that the small secluded ones hide in the wild, while the great secluded ones hide in Akihabara? The infiltration of the extraordinary people into modern society is really too great! The fat otaku didn't notice the group of people in black suits at all. All he had eyes for was the back of the person with the blue will-o'-the-wisp burning in his eyes. Just as the fat otaku passed by, Kanhara Yuji and the other men in black suits suddenly attacked and pinned him to the ground. "Quick! Report to the police department! We have captured a superhuman alive!" Chapter 96 The Onimusha, wearing armor, turned a blind eye to the warning tape that the Metropolitan Police Department had set up to block the entrance to Sato's old house.

With a wave of his hand, the sword slashed down, splitting the isolation belt in two and slashing on the locked door. The door groaned under the weight and collapsed with a loud bang! The Onimusha entered from the entrance hall, walked through the corridor, and came to the living room. Although Sato Old House has been deserted for more than ten years, the interior of the house is not covered with thick dust like those old houses that have been in disrepair for a long time. At first glance, the furnishings and floors in the house were very clean, and it seemed that the owner had not been out for long.