107 Burning Ghost
Translator: 549690339
A sudden arm stretched out from the shadow beneath the car.
The arm was pitch black, adorned with dark red ulcerating wounds, clearly marked by scorching.
"It hurts so much!"
The voice of agony became louder as the person beneath the car twisted and crawled out.
That "person" was completely black with burn ulcers, deformed beyond recognition, and as they had just crawled out from under the car, putrefied branches stuck to their murky rotting flesh.
"It hurts so much!"
He cried out.
The empty black eye sockets stared fixedly at Kamiyagawa.
"Hannya."
Kamiya wasn't about to sit idly by, he called out for his shikigami.
A figure in a white juban with purple trim sketched into existence beside him in response to the summons, silently floating.
Once it appeared, Hannya immediately flung its wide sleeves, and the spinning smiling mask at its waist shot out like an arrow, enlarging tremendously in the air!
Ghost attack!