Qin Zhibo stared at the corpse in the distance, the corpse named "Hirazan".

I don’t know when the light on “Hirazan”’s head disappeared.

The originally dead corpse moved its hands slowly, pressing its palms against the ground, and its upper body was slowly lifted up.

Masahara Huang and Huang Maonan, who were confronting Koizumi Anko, saw "Hirazan" getting up from the ground in the distance, their pupils shrank suddenly and their eyes widened.

Koizumi Hongzi originally thought that these two people were afraid of her, and she felt a little proud.

But soon, she discovered that the focus of their eyes was not on her, but behind her.

She turned her head and saw that "Hirazaka" had completely stood up, with her long black hair hanging in front of her face, like Sadako crawling out of the TV.

"you……"

Seeing the corpse getting up from the ground, Koizumi Hongzi was also shocked and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

"You summoned me, have you forgotten?"

The voice coming from "Hirazaka" who was hiding his face with his hair was not his original voice.

This is a hoarse and magnetic voice, but when the words fall, there is an ethereal sound like the water of the River of Forgetfulness.

This is definitely not a sound that humans can make.

"Who are you……"

"God of the Witches' Sabbat!"

At this moment, Koizumi Hongzi and Yahara Huang thought of the answer at the same time.

The ultimate goal of the seven-formation ritual just performed is to summon the God of the Witch Sabbat.

The God of the Witches' Sabbat is a demonic god who appears in the filthy gatherings of witches. He imparts black magic and forbidden knowledge to witches, and occasionally brings the devil's orders.

According to legend, the God of the Witch Sabbat will only appear in places where many witches gather.

But now, as long as a witch can use all seven formations on her own, the God of the Witch Sabbat will come.

And now, the ceremony is successful...

Qin Zhibo in the corner stared at "Hirazan" who had stood up again, especially since the basic information above his head had been replaced by new content.

【Name:******】

【……】

A bunch of asterisks and ellipses, nothing to see.

But what is certain is that the person speaking now is definitely not Hirasaka himself, and something is occupying his body.

Even if you only look at it from the side and rear, a shuddering breath will quickly spread throughout your body, as if a pair of cold, dead hands are touching every inch of your skin like plucking the strings of a piano.

Qin Zhibo:Will-10

This feeling only appears when you touch the indescribable existence.

But the strange thing is that Qin Zhibo feels that this is not the first time he has come into contact with the aura of "Hirazan"...

This breath is chaotic, dark, taboo, and full of infinite unknowns.

The most important thing is that my intuition tells me that the owner of this breath is not friendly to me.

Qin Zhibo swallowed nervously and quickly shook his wrist to free himself from the rope as quickly as possible.

…

Realizing that his Seven Formation Ceremony was successful, Yahara Huang, who looked embarrassed and frustrated just a second ago, was immediately ecstatic.

"Yes, it's me!"

"I am the witch who summoned you. Please crown me and become the supreme witch!"

Yahara Huang bowed to "Hirazan" and assessed the situation so quickly that even the yellow-haired man next to him couldn't react in time.

Although before taking action, Ya Yuanhuang told him what would happen after the ceremony was successful.

But in the eyes of the yellow-haired man, the "Hirazan" in front of him was still the man he killed with poisoned red wine.

He felt an indescribable cold aura on this man who had returned from the dead.

But that's all.

Faced with the request made by Yahara Huang, "Hirazan" did not respond.

His head slowly turned, and his eyes followed, until they landed on Qin Zhibo in the dark corner.

"meet again……"

"My clone once warned you to be careful every time we meet."

"This will kill you..."

Everyone else in the room was stunned when they heard the conversation between "Hirazan" and Qin Zhibo.

Especially Koizumi Hongzi and Yahara Huang, they know the gold content of the God of the Witch Sabbat, which is no less a true god than the God of Toads, Tsatogua.

Qin Zhibo has seen his clone?

At this moment, Qin Zhibo, who was huddled in the corner, was about to cry without tears.

I don’t want to meet your old man either...

Now that things have happened, Qin Zhibo also understands who the "him" he is talking to in front of him is?

It is none other than the God of Many Faces, the lurking Chaos—Nyarlathotep!

Qin Zhibo once met one of Naiya's avatars, the Voodoo God of Death, Baron Samedi, and was even cursed with death by members of the Voodoo Cult in the name of the baron.

But due to the intervention of another unspeakable force, this death curse did not succeed.

However, when Baron Samedi left, he warned Qin Zhibo to be careful of his thousand clones.

To be honest, Qin Zhibo was careful.

But it's no use.

These weird events and the unknown forces behind them, just like the God of Death in the movie Death Comes, always come to your doorstep inadvertently.

And regarding this "accidental encounter", Qin Zhibo felt that it was not a coincidence.

This is a precise calculation.

Qin Zhibo knew very well that blessings are not disasters, and that disasters cannot be avoided, so he simply stopped being submissive, straightened his back, and walked out of the darkness with his hands behind his back.

"Humph, I never thought of looking for you. You have been looking for me recently..."

"Actually, from the beginning, you resurrected Yahara Huang in the witch's body and taught her magic knowledge just for this moment."

"Whether it is the seven-formation ritual, the reversed seven-pointed star on the ground, or the information about the red magic successor, you provided it all for the purpose of coming here at this moment."

"What's wrong? It's not over yet?"

"If you ask me, I just escaped the death curse once. Am I so cautious?"

"Go back and give that black skull a message. Tell him to curse me again. I'm not afraid of him now..."

Hearing Qin Zhibo's tone and words, Koizumi Hongzi and Yahara Huang, who were not far away, opened their eyes wide.

How dare this man speak to a real god like this?

That’s so brave!

It's just unclear whether this "brave" is reckless or brave.

At this moment, Qin Zhibo didn't know where he got the courage to speak out his true thoughts in a very businesslike tone.

This may be because this is not the first time he has seen Nyarlathotep's clone, so he is somewhat immune.

Moreover, this time Naija’s clone did not appear in its true form, and the appearance was still a bit inferior.

He guessed that Koizumi Hongzi's reversal technique should have played a certain role, which prevented the God of the Witch's Sabbat from coming in his true form, and could only condescend to descend on a dead body.

Because in the nearby mirror, you can see a human-shaped black shadow standing behind "Hirazan", and the black air is emitting like smoke.

Now that the matter has come to this, Qin Zhibo has no intention of groveling.

They are just here to kill you, so there is no point in kneeling down to beg for mercy. It is better to be upright.

Sometimes, when facing such serious people, using some unconventional methods may have unexpected effects.

Qin Zhibo stabilized his heartbeat and continued to communicate with "Hirazan" in a businessman's tone.

"You're not leaving yet, are you?"

"Okay, I'll give you another chance."

"I have my hands tied now for you to kill. As long as you can kill me, I will be unlucky."

"But if you can't kill me, don't bother me again, understand?"

Koizumi Hongzi: "..."

Ya Yuanhuang: "..."
To be continued...