Creator.

I heard the old man say this while traveling back to Haiyin Temple.

Creator.

The high school boy with black hair and red eyes froze.

Creator.

Once again he heard the old man's words with great clarity.

But this should not have been the result.

That kind of language should be something he had never heard before. He should not be able to understand it, let alone understand its meaning.

Things suddenly went in a direction that made him feel creepy and there was no turning back, and he still didn't know how he understood this language.

Many possibilities flashed through Haiyinsi Suyou's mind, some of which made him feel vaguely as if he was being spied on, but he didn't show any sign of abnormality on the surface.

He thought hard, but some of the answers in the barrage seemed to give him some new ideas.

[Is there really no one who can analyze this? At least someone can give some basic knowledge about Voodoo.]

[It feels like this old man is possessed. If I am not mistaken, the African exchange student should have died a long time ago.]

[What the hell? ! ! It can run, jump, and go crazy]

[Resurrected corpses, the most famous local product of Voodoo]

Indeed, Haiyin Temple's Adam's apple moved slightly.

Resurrected corpses, he had heard of this, or at least had a deep understanding of it in the past.

He had some irrational moments after his mother passed away. Not being able to accept the death of a loved one may be a common problem for every child who has enjoyed the love and pampering of his parents.

Perhaps it was his clairvoyance that made him inappropriately arrogant at the time, and he attempted to find a way to bring the dead back to life. Although he was later discovered and stopped by his father, he still learned some forbidden knowledge.

The resurrection of the dead is one of them. Although it does not apply to his mother's situation and is not the result that Haiyin Temple wants, it was once famous as one of the most famous witchcrafts in Voodoo.

He did have a premonition before. The exchange student's skin was still extremely cold even after every strenuous exercise, and he always wore unusually loose clothes, as if he was hiding something.

A resurrected corpse usually retains its appearance at the time of death and can be possessed by its master, the shaman. It is also one of the most common servants of the shaman and can perform some mechanized activities.

Although he seemed aloof before, he behaved like an ordinary person. This was undoubtedly the result of being possessed by a shaman.

Since the African transfer student was a resurrected corpse created by a powerful shaman, the culprit of the previous murder seems to have been revealed.

[If I remember correctly, the pigeon before symbolizes purity. The appearance of a dead pigeon and a dead body usually means revenge, and the pig head is usually a sacrifice to the main god of voodoo.]

[Hiss, the underworld suddenly arises]

[But what kind of ghost was that ghost before? Judging from his features, he looked like Momotaro.]

[Let’s not talk about these, the key point is what is Hai Ge’s identity]

[At first I thought he was just a handsome little brother who got unlucky, but I didn't expect he was actually the hidden boss's trick?]

[It doesn’t seem like that. Brother Hai is obviously stunned.]

[Hayin Temple: Who am I? Where am I?]

There was indeed a moment of confusion during the tour to Haiyin Temple, but at this moment, he needed to remain calm. He needed to put his mind in a state suitable for thinking, rather than being overwhelmed by confusion, otherwise he would be courting death.

He tried not to think too much about the fact that he could understand the old man's words. He instinctively felt that there seemed to be some incredible truth hidden in it. Perhaps it would be better to communicate about this matter with the red notebook in a safe place.

"Did you do what happened before?" Haiyin Temple Suyou adapted to the development of events very quickly and asked in a calm tone, really like a god without emotional fluctuations.

Although he didn't know where the old man's respect and enthusiasm for him came from, it was also important to make good use of any advantage.

It is his ability to survive countless supernatural events unscathed.

The dark-skinned old man stopped those strange worship movements, and his whole body began to tremble as if he had heard some kind of imperial decree.

The wrinkled facial skin was shaking in a disorderly manner as if it was connected to an electric current. The old man's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of grayish-white shadow, becoming lifeless and scary, more like a corpse than before.

Under his skinny skin, it seemed like something was wriggling in his veins and ready to come out at any time.

Only those with clairvoyance like those in the Haiyin Temple tour and the audience in the live broadcast room can see that what is surging under the old man's skin is something deep red, like an aggregate of some unknown energy.

But rather than saying that this is the old man's own ability, it is more like a parasitism that the host actively devotes himself to.

Those strange crimson powers seemed to come from the same source as the aura of the old man, but they were completely different. It was as if the power of a higher-up was forcibly stuffed into the old man's body.

And for some reason, Haiyin Temple Suyou suddenly felt that this kind of power was somewhat familiar. The strange and contradictory familiarity made him feel as if he was chewing a piece of gum that had been eaten for a long time. The flavor of the essence had dissipated, but the taste was familiar.

He forced himself to endure and managed to stand still. The hunger that had just disappeared reappeared.

By pressing his stomach, the strong desire that was gripping his heart and lungs was slightly hindered, preventing him from becoming an appearance that even he himself could not recognize.

The old man finally spoke, like a monitor with excessive latency, his voice was stuttering and hoarse, as if soaked in some kind of voice-destroying poison.

"That fool swindled us out of the wealth offered to the gods on our land, and then used the weak ghosts and gods as defense. Even a pigeon would be more valuable as a sacrifice than him."

The old shaman was coughing violently, and his seemingly frail body was swaying violently, like some kind of crazy religious dance, or the final madness of a dying madman.

The forces that were moving without any control under his skin became more violent. The eyes of the young boy, who was regarded as prey by the old and sinister hunter, suddenly became darker in color, and even briefly became the same color as that of the unknown higher-level power.

The eyes, whose white content had become somewhat scary, stared at Haiyinsi Suyou without blinking, as if trying to have some kind of intimidating effect, but the fear seemed to disappear from Haiyinsi Suyou at this moment.

It seemed that not only that, some other things that could be controlled by hormones in Haiyin Temple Suyou also disappeared briefly. What was reflected in those red eyes was a kind of empty divinity, not to mention the extremely inferior witchcraft suggestion.

"I came here for you."

The old man chuckled like a rooster with a bad throat.

"I came here for you."

The shaman repeated it, and he once again devoutly kissed his fingers that were pressed against the ground, with some barely perceptible greed revealed in his eyes that were completely covered by white shadows.

The skinny spine was shaking crazily back and forth like a shrimp. The fingers that had been kissed by the shaman reached forward little by little and finally touched the falling pig's head.

The black fingers, like dry branches, penetrated directly into the hole on the pig's head from which red blood was constantly oozing out. The blood dyed everything it touched red.

Using the blood as ink, the old man dipped the ink in red and wrote something in a disorganized manner on the ground in front of the Haiyin Temple. When his fingers touched the ground, there was a harsh friction sound.

It was a combination of a spell to create a resurrected corpse and a magic to transfer souls.

When his eyes touched the red color, this concept appeared in his mind. At this moment, Haiyin Temple Suyou seemed to have become an omniscient and omnipotent god.

This forbidden knowledge could easily drive even the best clairvoyant crazy, but in this special situation, Haiyin Temple Suyou could not feel any fear at all.

, sanity seems to be maintained at a certain constant value.

But something farther away seems to be approaching, with consequences around the world.

The special police officers in the lobby on the first floor suddenly found that there was a problem with their communication equipment. A noisy electric current sound came from it. However, in places where ghosts and gods gather, this is a very common thing. Even if it is a device specially made by the government, such a situation will still occur. They did not pay much attention to it.

What would it be like for a person who fears disappearance? What would it be like for a person who falls into god-like thinking? Haiyin Temple Suyou cannot answer this question at this moment, but he is experiencing it.

My thinking was so efficient and clear that an idea of ​​the current situation that required careful calculation came to my mind in an instant.

As if it was an innate instinct, or perhaps the confidence in his own strength was deeply rooted in his heart, Haiyin Temple Suyou did not make any move, but just silently stared at the ant in front of him with his red eyes that were so cold that they looked like inorganic minerals.

Yes, Ant, in just a short moment, he almost understood the old shaman's entire life, and all the conspiracies could not escape his omniscience and omnipotence.

As the spell was completed, the old shaman's power seemed to become more and more pronounced. The deep red, flowing power seemed to be leaping and cheering.

Obviously, there shouldn't be any magical power of life, but when I was traveling along the Haiyin Temple, I suddenly felt that they were cheering, just like a long-lost child returning to its mother's arms.

But the old shaman seemed to be unaware of all this and was just immersed in his own fantasy.

The Creator of Voodoo has disappeared for a long time. Only a true "vessel" can allow Him to descend briefly, gain powerful power, and restore Voodoo's former glory.

He relied on forbidden means to steal the power of the Creator, which made him be considered as the designated container. However, Zhan Zai had an unexpected result: a more powerful "container" appeared in Japan.

Although they were somewhat surprised that the "container" was not one of their own, the result of the divination was correct. Every shaman wizard believed so. He would never allow the real container to appear, and he was also unwilling to be possessed by the Creator.

The most ideal situation would be to take the boy back and make him into a resurrected corpse. Then the god that descended on the resurrected corpse would have to become the wizard's servant.

The shaman chanted the spell that he had practiced countless times and there were no mistakes in the beginning.

The crimson power filled the small space, but gently surrounded the boy who should have become a dull living dead.

The expected result did not come, and the hunter as the caster suffered a backlash instead.

Like a cooked shrimp, the old shaman curled up on the ground. The pig's blood that had not yet dried mixed with the dust on the ground, staining his white robe a sickening black and red. Due to excessive pain and the sudden loss of strength, the old man's face became distorted and deformed, and he screamed heartbreakingly.

"No, it shouldn't be like this. You, you should have gone in my place. Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

The hand, which was so dry as if it had experienced a terrible fire, reached for the boy's ankle, but the moment it touched the exposed skin, it became even drier and shriveled as if it had touched fire.

It even looked like a carbonized branch, with a lot of black powder falling off.

On the floor, the old man's wailing continued. He was like a burning human-shaped charcoal, and in the end only a human-shaped black spot was left on the floor.

From the beginning to the end, Haiyin Temple Suyou just faced all of this with unusual calmness. Those deep red powers disappeared at some point, as if they had never appeared. However, only Haiyin Temple Suyou himself knew that there seemed to be another voice in the red notebook that was already noisy enough.

[I don't understand, but I just want to say Hai Ge is awesome]

[I don’t understand it either, but Brother Hai must be awesome]

[I feel like Hai Ge is also confused, so funny, Hai Ge is thinking: Oh no, I’ve become a substitute]

[Brother Hai is awesome,

At first I thought he was just an ordinary person, but this time he must be some hidden boss.]

[Absolutely, what is Brother Hai's true identity? This shaman seems pretty strong]

[I’m really curious, I hope the officials can understand this. I won’t watch Little King’s live broadcast today but I will stay here to find out what happened to Brother Hai.]

[Wait, didn’t you guys watch the previous live broadcast? Apart from anything else, Hai Ge’s background is not considered ordinary.]

[What live broadcast? Which one? I remember that Hai Ge currently has a relationship with the Special Ability Division that is not as good as nothing, and he has clairvoyance, so he should be an ordinary person?]

[The previous meeting of politicians, the only perspective, the one of Natsume Soseki, someone made a slice, take a look]

When seeing the bullet screen, Haiyin Temple Suyou, who was observing the traces left by the old shaman, slightly blinked.

[I went to see, hiss, this play]

[I suddenly feel more sympathetic towards Brother Hai. It feels like everyone around me is evil. It’s killing me.]

[My relatives can’t be trusted, my good man. I don’t believe that anyone who can participate in such a meeting is a good person.]

[Of course not. Natsume Soseki’s identity is so awesome. Didn’t he say before that he was the teacher of Mori Ogai and Fukuzawa Yukichi?]

[That’s right. It’s obvious that he has a close relationship with the government. There’s no way he doesn’t know about Brother Hai’s affairs.]

[If grass (a kind of plant) says that, there must be something wrong with Natsume Soseki. If a grandfather is indifferent to his grandson being in the fire pit, that candidate doesn't sound like a good thing.]

[That is to say, I feel sorry for Hai-ge]

[Pity Hai Ge plus one]

Similar comments flashed across the barrage, but Kaiinji Suyou's mind was completely focused on what the barrage said about his grandfather Natsume Soseki.

Even though there were clues before, the barrage now only further confirmed his guess, but Haiyinsi Suyou still couldn't help but use force with his hands to crush a small piece of carbonized corpse.

Michel Ende's vest sent back the news that the last incarnation of the demon god Momotaro had been destroyed. At this time, Kaiinji Suyou stood up from the old shaman's corpse and walked out of the place with a gloomy face.

As expected, the missing thief Kid was captured by the ghost's clone. However, the thief somehow escaped from the ghost and even used the terrain to tease the ghost. This is already a very impressive level for an ordinary psychic who can only see.

Kaiinji Suyou didn't care too much about the whereabouts of the Phantom Thief Kid and Koizumi Akako.

Regarding the fact that the Phantom Thief Kidd still decided to steal the topaz, Kaiinji Suyou just sighed in his heart at Heiyu Kaito's experience in dealing with the Phantom Thief. As long as it was not a crisis about the golden ticket, it would be difficult for him to assign a new god to deal with it for the time being.

Whether it was the matter of being found by the voodoo cult, the fact that his special identity had long been noticed, or the fact that even his grandfather could not be trusted, it made him feel a little irritable after a long absence.

He needs to go to some place where his identity is not easily suspected before the power is completely restored, so as not to be photographed by the camera. As for the cleanup, it will naturally be done by the colorful death god who can destroy everything, a lion named Graugramman.

His next headache was to deal with Conan Edogawa who was running around on the second floor. He expected that the butler could not trap the detective with just one door, but the detective came out too quickly.

If Michel Ende wasn't very good at creating illusions, although the black fog around the detective couldn't directly affect Conan Edogawa, it would still be possible to let the detective feel the depressing feeling of being trapped in a maze.

Going up to the second floor, Haiyin Temple Suyou saw, as expected, a detective circling the door of the conference hall. Looking at the anxious child, he actually felt a little relieved at such a bad taste and almost laughed out loud.

As expected, the detective who loved to dig deep into things before he became a child is still the same now, but Haiyinsi Suyou is determined not to tell him a thing. Playing deaf and dumb is what he concluded is the best way to deal with this famous detective.

But this time, Conan Edogawa seemed particularly persistent. Fortunately, Mao Lilan was in Michelle

·Ende woke up soon after removing the illusion magic and saved Haiyin Temple Suyou's damaged eardrum in time.

The girl, who was a karate master, grabbed the boy by the back of his collar and took him away to educate him. The boss was naturally unhappy about the shrunken detective, but he could do nothing about it.

Hearing Edogawa Conan's voice admitting his mistake, even though he couldn't appreciate the detective's expression at this time, Kaionji Suyou, who was pretending to go out for some fresh air, couldn't help but curl his lips again.

After walking out of the conference room which was noisy because of the people waking up one after another, Haiyin Temple Suyou took a deep breath of the stale air. Although it was better outside than in the conference room where the carbon dioxide concentration was too high.

However, since the blood on the first floor had not been completely cleaned up, the body with the brain missing was still lying there, so there was a strange fishy smell in the air.

Haiyin Temple Suyou controlled himself not to look at these, his mind was a little confused, something in his heart was pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe, the notebook in his arms was shaking slightly, but this was not a good time to communicate with the system.

Barrages of comments flashed by not far away. The audience from other worlds could share his perspective, but they could not understand what was in his mind.

Leaning against the cold wall, Kaiinji Suyou suddenly had a desire to confide in someone. He suddenly wanted to call Natsume Takashi. This might be the only person he could confide in besides the red notebook.