"Collapse, retreat, sell, escape."
After hearing these words, before Yotsuya Miko could react, she was picked up by Yozora.
"Eh!?"
After the pale giant ghost hand and the snake-like evil spirit appeared, the evil spirits that had already gone crazy now huddled in the corner like lambs watching two tigers fighting, looking timid.
Yotsuya Miko originally thought that when Yozora meant retreat, he meant taking the stairwell.
But the problem is...
Why are they getting closer and closer to the window?!
"Leave."
Yozora ran to the window at lightning speed, without any hesitation, and jumped out with Yotsuya Miko in his arms.
Just looking at this scene, it's a bit like a youth version of Titanic.
Except for the most crucial point.
This is the twenty-eighth floor.
"Eh, eh, eh!!?"
Feeling the cool breeze blowing in from the window and looking at the concrete floor getting closer and closer to her, Yotsuya Miko's mind began to race.
Am I going to die here?
Speaking of which, if you jump from this height, you will definitely be smashed into a pulp, right?
When it comes to cleaning up the scene, won't I become one with Yozora?
Finished.
What should I do if I am contaminated by the other person's abstraction and become an abstract ghost?
When they were less than twenty meters away from the hard concrete ground, and Yozora and Miko were about to merge and super evolve to become Ye Tani Mikoto, Yozora whispered.
"return."
The pale giant hand, which was originally on the 28th floor, struggling with a turtle... no, a snake-like evil spirit, seemed to have heard Yozora's call. It quickly flew out through the wall, spread out its palm, caught Yozora, and landed steadily on the ground.
"Da da da da da…"
Hearing this strange sound, Yozora frowned slightly, wondering what was going on?
Chicago Typewriter?
Are the weapons configurations of Kyoto gang members so professional now?
He only discovered it when he looked into his arms.
It turned out that it was Yotsuya Miko whose two rows of silver teeth kept chattering, and she turned into a human Chicago typewriter.
As soon as he put the other person down, Yotsuya Miko's legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground, but she subconsciously hugged his thighs with her hands.
"Da-me-da-me-da-me."
"Oysters oysters oysters."
"No, no, no, no."
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Seeing her like this, Yozora curled his lips and sighed.
"Alas, young people nowadays, have you ever tried bungee jumping? And you want to be a professional exorcist? Can't you handle this little bit of excitement?"
There were so many flaws in this statement that Yotsuya Miko didn't know where to start complaining.
But even if she wanted to complain, she couldn't open her mouth now.
People have become stupid.
At this moment, two extremely pale fingers with sharp black nails stretched out in front of her.
Yotsuya Miko shrank back in fear.
But the next scene was beyond her expectations.
The index and middle fingers of the white ghost hand slowly came together, and then...
Made a heart shape with his hands.
"ha?"
Before Yotsuya Miko could comprehend this strange scene, Yozora waved his hands and said impatiently.
"Alright, alright, stop making a scene for yourself and just disappear."
The white ghost hand seemed reluctant to leave, and even made a goodbye gesture before disappearing into the air.
"Then...what exactly is it..."
Hearing Yotsuya Miko's question, Yozora shrugged and yawned nonchalantly.
"Your performance today was beyond my expectations. Since you saw it, I will explain it to you."
Then, Yozora squatted down slightly, looked directly into Yotsuya Miko's eyes, and spoke in a rare serious tone.
"That thing can be said to be another me as a spirit."
Yotsuya Miko's golden eyes showed a look of sudden enlightenment and he nodded slightly.
"Hmm... I don't understand."
"Oh, why are you so stupid?"
Yozora rolled his eyes and waved his hand.
"In short, you can think of this as my trump card against evil spirits. It is my strongest ability. The source is something that is manifested through my own soul and is of a similar nature to evil spirits."
"I see. Does this ability have a name?"
"Name? I don't really care about that. You can call me whatever you want. Stand user, Persona, superpowers, psychic powers, golden fingers, it's all fine."
"I see…"
Yotsuya Miko nodded without comment, then suddenly asked tentatively in a low voice.
"Let me ask you a question."
"you say."
"That giant hand is an extension and manifestation of your soul. Am I understanding it correctly?"
"Yes, that's what I mean."
"So... it just made a heart sign to me. Does that mean... deep down in your heart, you wanted to make that sign to me?"
Yozora "..."
"Hey, sister, at this point, can you stop being in love? Shouldn't you first ask yourself if you can awaken this ability?"
"Oh, that's right."
Yotsuya saw that Yozora's pretty face was slightly flushed and he quickly changed the subject.
"Then can I awaken this ability?"
"I think it should be possible."
"What do you mean by should? Isn't there a standard number?"
"It seems you still don't understand."
Yozora patted Yotsuya Miko's shoulder and spoke earnestly.
"Miss Miko."
Being stared at so intently by him, Yotsuya Miko suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness in her heart.
"What, what happened?"
"You and I are, quite possibly, the most powerful psychics in the history of Sakura Province."
"Isn't this a good thing?"
"No."
Yozora shook his head.
"This means that if it is something that even we ourselves do not understand, and the two of us cannot deal with the evil spirit, then even if we look through ancient books, we can only find some reference information at most. No one can provide us with a solution. Do you understand?"
After hearing this, Miko finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
What she and Yozora have to face may very well be a strange event that has never happened in the history of Sakura Province.
Or there is another possibility.
Such bizarre riots have happened before.
Thinking of the scene she had just seen in the unfinished building, Yotsuya Miko couldn't help but recall a legend in the Sakura Province.
One hundred demons parade at night.
Are Yozora and I going to have to deal with such a horrible future alone?
Yotsuya Miko felt her shoulders suddenly become much heavier.
Just at this moment.
A drop of rain fell on the ground.
What followed was a continuous and increasingly severe rainstorm.
"It's raining."
Yozora looked at the raindrops falling on the ground and muttered to himself.
Yotsuya looked puzzled, "The weather forecast didn't say it was going to rain today."
Yozora: "Did you bring an umbrella?"
Yotsuya Miko asked back, "I didn't bring it, what about you?"
"Neither did I."
Yozora shook his head and sighed.
"It looks like we're going to be in trouble."