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Chapter 865: Blood and Flesh Ksitigarbha

I don’t know if it’s the coming of winter or the effect of the change in spiritual energy, but even though it’s already afternoon, the sunlight in Mt. Osorius already seems a little dim.

In order to find the missing exorcist Ueda Ayatsuki, the group left Yuantong Temple. The sealed temple gradually fell behind them. The stone lanterns in front of the mountain gate were still lying in the dark forest, and the vermilion temple gate was particularly eye-catching in this gray and white world.

Walking along the approach to the crater, the volcanic gravel under your feet makes a crackling sound.

Nagatomo Masao was carrying the [Hand-Long-Foot-Long Stone Hammer] on his back, walking in the middle of the team. Behind him, the voice of the "senior" that only he could hear rang out again:

"Nagatomo, the atmosphere in this place is very strange. Although it is still unclear whether the exorcists will be twisted into "Jōnin God" by some force after going deep into Mt. Osore...but the captain's expression is more serious than usual. We must follow him closely and must not be left alone. We must act according to the situation."

"Ah."

Nagatomo Masao responded in a low voice.

As a local exorcist in Aomori, Fushimi Akio was obviously familiar with the environment of Mount Osore. Under his leadership, the group gradually entered the depths of Mount Osore.

As this area is getting closer to the volcanic area, the vegetation gradually disappears, and there are only strange rocks and forests all around, which is extremely desolate.

Among the piles of rocks beside the road, Nagatomo saw a row of colorful windmills. The bright and vivid colors were spinning very happily in the desolate scenery.

These are "windmill graves" for the souls of deceased children. Under each windmill is a piece of paper with a name on it. Nagatomo looked in the direction of the windmills and saw a note under a pink windmill nearby that read "My beloved daughter Risa, five years old." The note looked very new.

Nagatomo Masao withdrew his gaze.

This is Mount Osore. Even without the recent disappearances, it is still a place where traces of death can be seen everywhere.

After turning another corner, Lake Usori in the Osorezan Mountains came into everyone's sight.

The steam rising from the lake carries a pungent smell of sulfur. The lake water is strangely red under the dim sunlight. Pale white rocks are piled up on the shore, like the skeletons of dead beasts.

"Ueda and the other four exorcists first disappeared near Lake Usori."

Fushimi Akio, who was at the front of the team, stopped and said this.

Then, Kensuke Yuki took out a specially made cigarette and lit it.

While Kaichi was observing the surroundings, Nagatomo also began to look around. He did not see any traces of Miss Ueda, but saw a dozen Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvas standing on the beach by the lake, each wearing a faded red bib. One of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvas had a face blackened by sulfur, except for the eyes, which were rubbed by believers and were shiny, strangely reflecting dim light.

"That's Jizo of the Weeping Bodhisattva." Perhaps noticing Nagatomo's gaze, the monk from Entōji Temple beside him clasped his hands together and said, "It is said that you can hear his crying at night."

Nagatomo moved closer and saw that there were indeed two dark brown marks extending downward at the corners of the statue's eyes.

Woohoo——

As the cold wind blew from the lakeside, the smell of sulfur around became stronger.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but at a certain moment, Nagatomo seemed to really hear a cries, which seemed to be there and not there, mixed in with the sound of the wind.

"No! This place..."

Mr. Jiecheng's voice seemed to come from far away, and it was hard to hear clearly. I could only feel that his tone was filled with anxiety. Moreover, the voice was soon covered by the sound of the wind, and the originally vague crying sound became more real.

The sky above was darkening, as if dusk had arrived early. The water of Lake Utsori was red and turbid, and no longer calm. The center of the lake was bubbling and emitting a pungent smell. In an instant, it was shrouded in a cloud of mist that spread in all directions.

"Cough cough!"

The strong smell of sulfur was choking and my vision became blurry.

"What on earth is this..."

Nagatomo subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the handle of the stone hammer behind him, and lowered his eyes again.

The Ksitigarbha statue at his feet had a pair of shiny stone eyes, and red liquid was actually flowing out!

is blood!

"Woo-"

Blood flowed more and more from the eyes of the stone statue, and soon covered the entire body of the statue. The originally gray Ksitigarbha suddenly looked scarlet and hideous.

The blood that flowed out of the stone statue was wriggling, flowing backwards, and climbing abnormally upwards. The blood flowed, making a sound like flesh colliding.

The slippery flesh continued to grow wildly from the blood, rising up into the sky. With the Jizo statue as the base, it expanded into a three or four meter tall scarlet humanoid in almost a breath!

"Nagatomo, wake up!"

The voice of "Senior" suddenly rang out, and Nagatomo Masao finally woke up after hearing it and regained some perception of the surrounding environment.

In front of him, beside the blood-red, boiling Lake Utsori, a Jizo statue made of flesh and blood, emitting the stench of sulfur, stood silently.

Pfft, pfft.

Nagatomo raised his head suddenly, and saw a crack opening from the bloody face of Jizo, like smiling lips, and then two trembling eyeballs squeezed out. Jizo lowered his eyes, his eyes were compassionate and extremely weird, and they met his gaze.

"The red figure... is the Supreme God! The Supreme God has appeared!" The exorcist who was traveling with them shouted in a panic.

"No, this thing is not a supreme god at all!" At the same time, the reliable power belonging to the predecessor covered Nagatomo's back.

At the same time, countless possible related information flashed through Nagatomo's mind -

Wriggling, alive, bright red flesh.

correct……

This thing is not a supreme god at all.

"This is... Qingliu!"

The conclusion in my mind and the shouts of my seniors in my ears exploded almost at the same time.

But why are there green willows in this place?

Huhu——

Before Changyou could think any further, a foul and pungent wind howled and a huge shadow suddenly covered where he was.

Nagatomo Masao swung the hammer and smashed it out!

boom!

The feeling of the stone hammer hitting the flesh and blood was clearly transmitted back to his palm, accompanied by an irresistible and terrifying impact. Nagatomo Masao was simply unable to compete with the power of the flesh and blood Jizo, and the whole person was thrown out like a cannonball and fell heavily on the beach.

Fortunately, his predecessor had lent him some strength, thus weakening the intensity of the attack.

But even so, Nagatomo, who had fallen to the ground, still felt his internal organs churning, and a sweet taste of blood surged in his throat.

Before he could stand up again, the palm with the stench of sulfur came down on him again!

at this time--

boom!

A familiar gunshot rang out.

"Little crack!"

Two flashes of scarlet knife light tore through the sulfurous mist and flashed by. Then several pieces of slimy meat were thrown high up and splattered everywhere. The slit-mouthed woman's long windbreaker fluttered in the mist and stood in front of Nagatomo.

"Woo-"

The bloody Dizang was shot and stabbed, his tall figure swayed, and he wailed like a child in pain. (End of this chapter)