Chapter 5, Shikigami

Remember, do not cheat in your next life

Instructor

In the phonograph, Zhou Xuan tirelessly sings her song: "At the ends of the earth, seeking a kindred spirit..."

As he opened his mouth, a series of faint cracking sounds of bones suddenly emanated from the neck of the flying head, and amidst the splattering of blood, the head, filled with teeth like steel saws, detached and flew out, targeting the recently steadied Yin Huan

In the bar, the female owner had one fair thigh propped up on the counter, her black knee-high boots paired with a floral short skirt, making every glance and smile of hers a catalyst for the generation of adrenaline in men.

The female boss pressed her left hand against her chest, watching him walk out the door in astonishment, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

Such a minor delay has already rendered my capable assistants, Yamaguchi and Ban Heng, powerless in battle. Coupled with the deceased Okawa, this has left Ito feeling an overwhelming anger, secretly resenting the cunning schemes of the Chinese. If Yamaguchi had not acted recklessly just now and had instead attacked alongside me, the enemy's plot to defeat us one by one would not have succeeded so easily

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Please tidy up this dictionary! It is quite messy and looks rather unattractive

Ito felt a sudden shock as a blood hole appeared on his head, and his incredulous gaze gradually faded. He could never have imagined that Yin Hoon was exceptionally clever, having already accounted for everything about him. Even when he had just steadied himself, he tilted his head slightly, causing the flying head he controlled to brush past the opponent's cheek. What surprised him the most was that the opponent would actually use the Eastern Taoist techniques he had longed for, and both the speed and power left him feeling ashamed.

The remaining two individuals laughed maniacally as they removed their shirts, each unwrapping the bindings that suppressed the spirits within their bodies. The room was filled with a pervasive chill, and a sinister feeling penetrated to the bone like the cold wind of winter

Yin Huan walked to the counter, suddenly pulled out a one-hundred-yuan bill from his jacket pocket, tossed it onto the counter, and with a thumbs-up gesture pointed sideways at the three Japanese Onmyoji, sneeringly said: "I have bought their account."

The bartender nodded: "I will have someone come to renovate tomorrow, but..." "Just say what you want to say," the female boss said, lighting a lady's cigarette, yet not smoking it, merely holding it at the corner of her mouth, giving off the impression of a charming woman who has fallen into decadence in the city

However, he has finally come to understand one thing: the man before him is certainly not a pushover

Out of professional instinct, the female boss asked hoarsely and cautiously: "Why?"

"Look! My dear boss... I told you there was a problem here!" Yin Huan shrugged his shoulders, appearing very innocent.

At this moment, Ban Heng's ten fingers were all adorned with long black nails, and his pupils displayed an eerie red hue. Beside him, there was a hazy entity drifting back and forth, its eyes a vivid green, which was the shikigami he had offered his body to: the Cangou. As the bottle drew closer, Ban Heng remained completely unconcerned; in his current state, evading a trivial little bottle was exceedingly easy. However, at that moment, something strange occurred. The bottle, which should have flown past him as he slightly lowered his head, suddenly seemed to lose its force, descending several centimeters as if it were a topspin ball.

The black claws dug deeply into the ground, leaving a trail of black bloodstains. The gray dog, having detached itself from Ban Heng's body, attempted to escape through the door, only to realize that its movements were becoming slower and weaker, until it was completely engulfed by the flames

"Practice well! When the day comes that you truly become a decision-maker, you will understand! Notify Teams 1 and 2 to withdraw from the surveillance area, and Teams 3 and 4 to capture them all!" Looking at the dark night sky and recalling that rather charming little man from earlier, Jingzhi couldn't help but smile.

As the lights flickered, in the instant the hall was engulfed in darkness, three Onmyoji, who summoned the powers of Shikigami, let out a desolate howl, encircling Yin Huan from three angles.

Having said that, he threw the pile of playing cards at his face

However, Ito did not rush to attack; instead, he quickly pushed the table aside, switched his finger techniques, and formed the 'Seimei Kikyō Seal' from the Yin-Yang Path. In terms of individual combat, Ito had no advantage whatsoever. However, he possessed an immense confidence in his ability to manipulate Shikigami. As long as he was given enough opportunity, Ito guaranteed that he would make the Chinese man before him experience a fate worse than death

Yin Huan executed a backflip using his leg strength; however, the move has become outdated. If Ito reacts quickly enough, it would be extremely disadvantageous for him

Even if the other party is a soft persimmon, it is not something that my current self can easily manipulate

I understand your point," said Thorn, shaking his head. "But if you think that these three insignificant minor characters can compel the hidden giant behind the scenes to reveal himself, then you are being too naive.

Before the words had left his mouth, the person had already dashed out, not even bothering to observe the expression of the female boss who seemed to want to say something. God knows how much a table and four chairs cost; selling oneself might not even cover the expense!

Yamamoto widened his eyes, staring at his arm that had been kicked at a ninety-degree angle. After a few seconds, he let out a heart-wrenching wail. However, his cries did not last long, as Yin Huan's second kick took away even the strength to cry.

Because ... ...

Suddenly, Ito, who was buried in the card game, yanked his hand out forcefully and slowly turned over the card he had been feeling in his hand, revealing to everyone a card that was remarkably the largest one.

Just as Yin Huan was about to deliver his third kick, Ito and Ban Heng had already flipped over the sofa and pounced towards him like tigers and wolves. In this critical moment, Yin Huan decisively retracted his right leg, which had already left the ground, and chose to retreat. The unexpected move had indeed proven effective time and again, but it could only be used once; if employed two or three more times, it would lose its novelty and, conversely, provide the opponent with an opportunity to exploit. With this in mind, Yin Huan retreated five steps, barely stabilizing his body, and before he could even catch his breath, he overturned the table in front of him, placing it between himself and Ito. He then grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor from another table, pulled out a crumpled yellow talisman from his pocket, affixed it to the bottle, and hurled it towards Ban Heng on the other side.

He opened a bottle of vodka and took a few swigs before walking over to Ito's corpse with a cold smile. He crouched down and pulled out a large handful of playing cards from his sleeve.

Indeed, this is the legendary Japanese yokai: the Flying Head Man. According to records, the Flying Head Man can separate its head from its body, yet other aspects are indistinguishable from those of a human. She possesses an astonishingly beautiful face and often lurks during the day, emerging at night to lure men to secluded places, where she kisses them, simultaneously draining their blood and consuming their souls. The Flying Head Man has a gentle and tamable nature; if refined into a shikigami, she can provide significant assistance to her owner's cultivation, making her a coveted item for many Japanese onmyoji. However, to this day, the number of Flying Head Men is extremely rare, and capturing one without substantial human, material, and financial resources is nearly impossible. Thus, it can be inferred that as an onmyoji, Ito's family background and status in Japan must be quite high.

The lighter clicked twice in his palm as Yin Huan leisurely lit a cigarette. With a glance, when the fastest Shankou was still half a meter away from his nose, Yin Huan's body suddenly moved, almost brushing against Shankou's fist as he sidestepped. Following that, he rose on his toes and leaped into the air. No one expected that his seemingly slender body contained such strength, and with a beautiful whip kick, he promptly incapacitated Shankou's arm.

When the boss saw the strange person approaching him, he felt as if he were about to suffocate in an instant. He wanted to escape, but his feet simply would not obey him, as if they had turned into a pile of cotton. Who knows what this guy would do to him

The chilling atmosphere in the entire bar grew increasingly intense, yet the three individuals continued to laugh uncontrollably. "Whoosh—" A gust of cold wind swept through the space, "Creak—creak!" causing the broken door at the entrance of the bar to swing open and shut incessantly.

Ah! Ban Heng was rolling on the ground in pain, frantically grabbing at everything around him, trying to find anything that could extinguish the source of the fire. After much effort, he finally touched a bottle and, without a second thought, poured it over his head. Little did he expect that it was a bottle of high-proof cognac. The outcome was obvious. If Ban Heng was a cute fire sprite just moments ago, now he had transformed into a terrifying fireball.

Suddenly, Yin Huan found himself standing in front of the bar again, as if he had appeared out of thin air. Fortunately, the female owner did not have a heart condition; otherwise, she would have surely fainted on the spot

Standing up, Yin Huan brushed off the dust from his clothes and looked at the boss who was already in a daze

At this thought, Ito's shoulder sank as he harnessed the force of the takeoff. His iron-like hand pierced directly through the table standing before him, aiming for Yin Huan's throat. Yin Huan leaned back, evading Ito's claw, while simultaneously delivering a kick to Ito's wrist. However, Ito was already prepared; he swiftly withdrew his wrist, sustaining minimal injury, but was still jolted by the table that came crashing towards him.

But now, one must give it their all, for if one does not strive, there will truly be no opportunity left

"You have lost, I want your life!" Ito laughed heartily as he opened his mouth, instantly surpassing the limits of human capability. At the same time, a diminutive woman's head emerged from his mouth. The woman had long, sky-blue hair that was damp, and her face resembled that of an angel with an oval shape, evoking a sense of fantasy. However, at that moment, she was making a series of distressing expressions, her eyes hazy, and faint moans seeping through the gaps in her teeth, leaving all onlookers weak and trembling.

Having said that, he suddenly let out a laugh, then glanced at the astonished boss: "As for the remaining... there's no need to look for it, consider it compensation for the damage to your table and four chairs!"

By the way, do you know why your business is doing so poorly

"Instructor Jing, these three Onmyoji are small fish that we at the National Security have painstakingly caught. As long as we follow them, we need not fear that the big fish will not surface. You did not stop at all just now, allowing this guy to take them out one by one. Doesn't that mean our plan has gone to waste?" The bartender said with an unwilling expression.

Yin Huan turned around, walked to the door, opened it, and the moonlight outside poured into the room, making everything appear so real yet so illusory

With a loud bang, the bottle of whiskey struck squarely on Ban Heng's head, splattering its contents all over him and leaving him in a remarkably disheveled state. Ban Heng, furious and embarrassed, wiped his hair with one hand, ready to charge again, only to suddenly realize that his hand seemed to be smeared with something. It was a small piece of paper covered in strange patterns written in vermilion, appearing quite exquisite. His thoughts froze at that moment, and in the next second, the entire talisman exploded, igniting the whiskey stains on Ban Heng's head.

Because ... ... you don't sell Nutritional Express here!