"Hmm, what is this place?"

Some questions that are not suitable to be asked by Mori Ogai are very suitable to be answered using Alice's identity. This is probably one of the other uses of humanoid mutants.

"Simply put, it's in the stomach."

The little king spoke briefly, with obvious annoyance on his face.

"What was that just now?"

"In the stomach."

"ah?"

For a second or two, Mori Ougai suspected that he had heard it wrong, but he soon understood the meaning behind the little king's words.

"You mean, that room just now is also the stomach of something?" Sen Ouwai thought for a while. He had made some guesses before, and now the little king's answer made him more certain of his guess. "In that case, those anomalies can be explained."

[Shocked, if it's all in the stomach, then the current perspective is in the stomach of the colorful lion, but weren't we still in the meditation room just now?]

[So, is the Zen room also the stomach of something?]

[It’s possible. There was some sticky stuff dripping from the ceiling before, and it looked corrosive.]

[Hiss, that must be a very large thing, most likely a ghost]

[That's too outrageous. Isn't Sojiji one of the three major psychic organizations in Yokohama?]

[Yes, this is right under the nose of Zongji Temple.]

[Wait, this is really scary. Didn’t they say before that there was something wrong with Sojiji Temple?]

[Yes, I suspected that ghosts and gods had polluted Zongji Temple before, but it was not discovered until now. It is likely that either they knew about it but did not report it, or the abbot of Zongji Temple neglected his duties.]

[This is bad. I remember that the size of ghosts and gods is also related to their danger. This one is so big, I don’t know what level it is.]

[Class B? If you are lucky, the previous river god just looks big, but it is actually nothing.]

[Don't be too optimistic, I think it has to be at least Class A]

[I hope this can be resolved smoothly. I wonder if the little king will take action. It looks like his majesty is super angry.]

[I think he will take action. He is obviously pissed off. That old man does have bad intentions.]

Just like what the bullet screen said, the boy named Mitchell Ender was indeed surrounded by a murderous aura that was inconsistent with his age.

There is a strange harmony between such a domineering aura and cute appearance, which seems to further verify the evaluation that the boy is a natural king.

The king needed something to bear his wrath.

And the ghost in Zongji Temple seems to be the best sacrifice.

"Stay here."

The little king's words seemed to be suppressing something extremely dangerous, causing Mori Ougai to even feel an instinctive tremor at one moment. That was not the intensity of emotion that a human being should have.

The boy's excitement at this moment seemed to have reached a level that was impossible to quantify. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been distorted and deformed by such emotional factors, turning into an inhuman monster or something else.

Instead of being rationally crazy like Michel Ende, it is as if the basis of his existence is some extremely tough or unshakable, immortal greatness, which makes people timid but can't help being attracted by such mysterious danger.

Especially those who are sensitive and addicted to danger, especially those who have long been trapped in such a dark night and cannot extricate themselves, and Mori Ougai is no exception.

"But..." Sen Ou was dazed for a moment before he came out of that trance and regained his will and emotions. The little king seemed to possess some kind of convincing magic that made people unable to help but surrender to such a shining soul.

But before he could finish his words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by the young king.

"Stay here."

The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy simply glanced in that direction with his blue eyes flashing with dazzling anger, implying that he should not get in the way.

Mori Ou understood the words in those eyes, which were as beautiful as Alice's, but with a completely different kind of arrogance and pride.

He who knows the current affairs is a wise man. He should have known this well, but facing such beautiful things, he suddenly wanted to see how the small king would let his anger burn over the conspiracy of Sojiji Temple and turn this place into his territory.

That must be a very beautiful and touching scene, Mori Oo thought.

He spoke again: "The provocation of the port mafia by the Zongji Temple cannot end here. I am afraid I need to go out and settle it one by one."

But the little king just looked at Sen Ouwai deeply. When Sen Ouwai wanted to say something else, the boy's mouth suddenly curled up into a malicious smile.

The man's collar was grabbed roughly again, and Mori Ou was forced to look directly into the eyes of the Arctic Ocean that was pregnant with storms, facing directly the evil from this arbitrary king.

"What kind of crystal bottle do you like? Purple should be good." Such a strange question should have been asked to him, but Wang had no intention of waiting for the man's answer. He just asked and answered himself and made the decision for him without authorization.

Sen Ouwai was still a little confused at first, but after a moment, he got the answer.

"You'd probably turn into some really nice sand. I'd consider putting you in a glass bottle."

The king spoke in a condescending tone, as if he was telling a trivial matter.

"Under the light of the colorful god of death, everything will be infinitely guided to be torn apart until it becomes these lovely colorful gravels. Are you questioning the king's power, or can't wait to experience this feeling?"

As if he had anticipated the death of the scum who provoked him, the king smiled and spoke in a rare good mood, although his words still contained the malice and murderous intent of a cat teasing its prey.

"This is not a battlefield for humans. The weak should just stay in a safe place."

Sen Ouwai no longer insisted on anything and watched Michelle Ende leave, but his opinion of the little king changed a little.

"Gentler than I thought." Sen Ouwai sighed inwardly.

[Sure enough, he is still a weird kid]

[I was so amused after all the threats, only to let Senxie stay in a safe place]

[Mori Ogai: I feel like I’ve been underestimated]

[It seems like an interview with Mr. Mori about how he felt about being protected by a child]

[But what he said is not wrong, no matter how well Mr. Mori plans, he can't face the evil god directly.]

[That’s true. I look forward to the little king killing everyone. The skills of the big lion just now sounded cool.]

Haiyin Temple Suyou roughly scanned these responses, which were as he had expected, and quickly found the possible intelligence he wanted.

[It seems that the Special Ability Division has also sent a task force, which should be of some use.]

[Who knows? I'm still worried about Hai-ge. Even though I'm with Tanizaki Junichiro, it's dangerous if those guys from the Special Ability Division want to do something.]

[Even if Haige doesn't run into the Special Ability Unit, he's not necessarily safe, right? Didn't he go to the red temple with Tanizaki Junichiro?]

[Shh, I was like that at the time. When I saw it, I wanted to jump in and pull their ears to tell them not to go in. That kind of place must be super bad no matter how you look at it.]

Haiyin Temple Tour: Thank you, it is indeed quite bad.

But what's even worse is that since the Special Ability Agent Section has already noticed Sojiji Temple, why did they take action at this moment? This undoubtedly disrupted his plan.

At the moment, he could only respond to changes by remaining unchanged. The critical situation that Haiyin Temple Suyou was facing at this moment did not allow him to think too much.

This red temple, or rather, the Red Temple as Haiyin Temple called it, was worse and more terrifying than he had imagined.

The walls of the entire temple were a flesh-pink color, similar to that of meat, like pork with the skin removed, but much lighter in color, and felt like a pale and cold body.

Although Tanizaki Junichiro could not see the abnormality in the eyes of the Kaionji tourists, he still shuddered when he accidentally approached the wall.

They searched carefully inside and there seemed to be only two rooms, one was the room connected to the narrow entrance when they came in, and the other was the room connected to this room.

However, there was no doubt that these two rooms were much smaller than the red temple they saw when they entered.

Tanizaki Junichiro couldn't help but knock on the wall on one side. The cold touch made him shudder, but the wall made a distinct hollow sound, which undoubtedly indicated that there was another space on the other side of the wall.

The two looked at each other and recalled that when they came in, there seemed to be an even smaller entrance besides this place.

"How about we go back the way we came and take a look at the other side?" Tanizaki Junichiro suggested uncertainly.

There was naturally no objection to the tour up to Haiyin Temple, but on the way back, surprisingly, they did not suffer any attack.

But when they arrived at the entrance of the Red Temple again, they both felt a little tired.

Even though the temperature outside the temple was unbearably hot, my skin still seemed to be enveloped by a strange coolness, as if time had been marked as belonging to something.

"I'll go alone from now on, Kaionji-kun, please wait for me outside." Tanizaki Junichiro showed a tired smile. He was always very slow in dealing with ghosts and gods, but he actually had a bad premonition just now.

"No, I must go." Thinking of his dead father, an impulse in Haiyinsi Suyou's heart became stronger and stronger. This was something he had to face and could not escape.

Unlike Tanizaki Junichiro, Kaionji Suyou has a more accurate and empathetic perception of the current state of the Red Temple.

After feeling the progress of the little king, Haiyinsi Suyou curled up the corners of his mouth imperceptibly.

"He's really anxious." Haiyinsi Suyu muttered to himself, and without waiting for the light-haired young man to think anything, he took the lead and walked into another door.

"What?" Tanizaki Junichiro, who had caught up, asked a little confused.

"Nothing." Without explaining anything, Haiyin Temple Suyou took the lead and walked in front. The things in front gave him a very bad feeling, but also a kind of inexplicable sense of familiarity.

What could it be? From the moment he stepped into this place again, it was as if someone was calling him, with a soft and affectionate tone, but it was always as if something was blocking him, and he couldn't hear the meaning clearly, as if he was still in the amniotic fluid, being called by his mother's loving tone.

However, less than fifty meters away from the Red Temple, a tense confrontation was taking place.

The quiet and mysterious monastery had long been replaced by a blood-red sand. The young king stood alone on it. A huge lion shining with strange colorful light stood loyally beside him, resting its head on its forelimbs gently and making comfortable gurgling sounds from its throat.

In comparison, the tense atmosphere on the side with the majority seemed a little ridiculous.

There were only a few people left in those fully armed elite teams, and they were all like frightened birds, with even their hands holding the guns shaking.

"You guys, do you want to turn into sand too?"

The young king said contemptuously.