late at night.

The sun in the temple returned home exhausted, but stood in front of the house. It seemed that he could not make up his mind and did not know whether he should go in.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and Nanazi should have been asleep.

"Click."

At this time, the door opened from the inside.

The courtyard suddenly seemed to be a cold wave, and the surface of the tall fir tree, slightly blown by the winter wind, was visible to the naked eye, and then it stood still as if it was dead.

"Nanazi."

When the sun in the temple saw his wife waiting for him in the middle of the night, the guilt and shame in his heart began to grow wildly, and he could only look at the other person's upper with a dejected look.

But as long as he raised his head, he could find that the beautiful eyes in his wife's eyes, which were as beautiful as broken rubies, looked hideous and terrifying today, and it was as if it was soaked in blood, revealing a scarlet light.

"Is something happening?"

Nanazi's tone was cold, but the person on the other side didn't realize it, just thinking it was caused by the sudden cold weather.

"I guess you heard about what happened last night."

"Because of the ghost raging in Tokyo, his father suddenly became the target of public criticism..."

The sun in the temple pointed to the violently torn epaulette on his shoulder, "Brother and I have also been suspended."

Within one day, the Templeuchi family suddenly fell from the peak of the political arena to the point where everyone shouted and beaten. The rapid change was simply shocking.

That's also expected...

After all, the existence of "no ghosts" in the world is something that the Army Joint Police Department repeatedly emphasizes to the public, and it also specially labeled the ghost killing team as a "civil violence group."

Now nearly one million people have seen the green flames of Taoshan Mountain with their own eyes, and more than a dozen nobles and descendants were torn to pieces in their sleep. The news agency and newspapers attacked by ghosts are even more terrible. The sudden death of foreign ambassadors, plus nearly 100,000 unemployed workers wandering on the streets.

Tokyo City can be said to be panic, and everyone from top to bottom needs an object to vent their emotions.

Naturally, all the guilt of this is now counted on the Army and Masatoshi Tanaka, and even the suspicion of "transmitting ghosts" was added because of rumors coming from somewhere.

Now that the cabinet has officially submitted its resignation to the Emperor, we are waiting for the next sentence to deal with the crime to calm the public's anger.

As the son of Masatoshi of the Temple and the general of the Army, the Temple Sun is the first to be among them, and is likely to be tried with his father.

If necessary...

As a soldier, he would also commit suicide by following his father's septum.

But with the consistent style of Japanese society, it is absolutely impossible for the people to let go of the "sinner" wife and children.

Nanazi... will most likely commit suicide together under the pressure of public opinion.

Thinking of this, he felt even more guilty towards Nanazi.

What should I cure her illness and make her happy?

Now, even letting her survive may not be able to do so.

"Come in first."

Nanazison glanced at the soldiers guarding the yard with a cold look. Those people were obviously designed to prevent the couple from escaping.

Hearing his wife's voice, the sun in the temple felt warm, and then he lowered his head and stepped into the threshold, and the door of the house was closed.

Immediately afterwards, Nanazi felt like she was being hugged from behind.

"Yes, sorry, Nanazi, I didn't expect something like this to happen."

The sun in the temple whispered.

"open."

Nanazi responded coldly.

The same embrace, but this time Nanazi didn't feel anything special, only a sense of defiled boredom.

Since his family cannot control the army and can no longer help her deal with the Demon Slayer, then this human being has no use value.

Sure enough, all the feelings that were once - the warmth of being protected and understood were just illusions.

However, the sun in the temple, immersed in guilt, did not feel anything wrong at all, and continued to talk nonstop.

"But I can't just watch you get involved..."

He suddenly turned his wife's shoulders, his eyes filled with tears, as if he had made some decisions in an instant.

"Listen to me, I'll shoot in the house and bring those soldiers in. You take the opportunity to go out through the back door and climb over the wall to get out of here."

"After going out, they will definitely go all over the city. If you search, don't take a boat in Tokyo, go to the port of Kanagawa, where there are many foreign cargo ships. Just find one to go up and leave this country..."

"I said let go!"

The blue veins on Nana's forehead were beating, and the sound penetrated the heart of the sun in the temple like a sharp blade.

"Nanazi..."

At this moment, looking at his ferocious wife, the sun in the temple finally realized something was wrong.

Then he felt a pain in his chest, his eyes turned black, and his whole body flew back like a car hit by a speeding car. A hole was instantly smashed into a thin wall, and wood chips flew everywhere.

This is the fastest time in the temple, the sun goes from the entrance to the living room.

He whimpered in pain, trying to get up from the ground, but found that his chest had collapsed.

"What, what..."

Through the big hole in the wall, he saw the extremely strange and cruel eyes of his gentle wife, and was angry and had an extremely ominous premonition.

Although the severe pain did not allow him to think rationally, he still made a choice based on his instinct!

Escape! Go to escape!

However, when he turned over with difficulty and was about to climb out of the room, he found that at some point, six people were kneeling in the living room of his house... and there was still a jar?

No, not right.

They are not humans.

Seeing these strange-shaped guys in front of you, the sun in the temple fell silent, but the brain was unprecedentedly awake, and the rapid adrenaline even suppressed the severe pain in the chest.

"You... are ghosts?"

He suddenly realized everything, but his tone was still unbelievable.

"Oh, congratulations on your answer."

Except for the guy with rainbow eyes who was ranked second, smiling at him, the rest of them were silent and didn't even want to look at him.

It was as if he had just accidentally appeared in the living room a bug, which was not enough to attract their attention.

The speculation of the sun in the temple was confirmed, and he couldn't help but swallow, and if he looked at the seven monsters in front of him one by one.

Except for the strange numbers in the eyes, these ghosts have their own characteristics.

The one in the head has six eyes, dressed in an ancient warrior, and is powerful without anger. She sits here quietly, but she is like a mountain range.

This is one of the strings, Black Death.

The hippie smiley face with colorful pupils, looks like an adult, wearing a strange little hat on his head and a fancy folding fan in his hand.

This is the second one of the upper strings, the child's grinding.

The third person was covered with strange patterns on his body, and his pink eyelashes were ridiculously long. When he sensed the gaze, he quickly glanced at the sun in the temple, and then turned back as if he had seen some garbage, his face full of impatientness.

This is the third one of the upper strings, Akasa.

The next one was a short old man with a strong and stubborn appearance, with an ugly look and a twilight look. At this moment, his eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping.

This is the fourth half-day dog ​​on the upper string.

The sun in the temple did not understand why a beautiful pot had to occupy a single position.

This is the fifth jade pot on the upper string.

The sixth ghost looked the most normal. Most of her face was hidden under her hair, holding the pipa in her arms, but her fingers twitched uncontrollably from time to time, but they would immediately return to their original state.

This is the sixth song girl on the upper string.

The last one was a man in suit with a gentle face and an unfathomable smile. At this moment, he seemed to be immersed in his fantasy and could not extricate himself.

This is the latest in office: The Seventh Nightmare Dream.

After the fifth of the lower string died of exhaustion, Muzan Kimuzan canceled the arrangement of the lower string, but increased the position of the upper string to eight.

Although he already had a candidate for the eighth of the string, he had never had time to take action. "Have you seen enough?"

Tong Mo smiled and pressed his fan against his chin, "Go to know me, my name is Tong Mo, I am the leader of the Eternal Pure Land Buddhism. There are many amazing figures in Tokyo, but they are all my believers."

Sure enough, when I heard the words "Eternal Bliss Buddhism", the sun's eyes in the temple shrank slightly.

His mother's friend, the wife of another high-ranking official, once wanted to pull his mother into this so-called Eternal Pure Land Buddhism.

It was just that his father had always been a staunch atheist, which stopped his mother.

But according to my mother's friend, half of the senior officials and family members in Tokyo are all believers of this everlasting Pure Land Buddhism.
To be continued...