Lynn's words fell, and the young master who was paralyzed on the ground shrank to the side and crawled to the side, forcibly making a way on the gravel ground.
Lynn held Annie's hand and stepped onto the wooden corridor at the edge of the main house with wooden clogs.
The children followed behind, Reggie still looking back and making faces at the group of people lying on the ground.
Black Noir walked at the end, as silent as an emotionless background board.
The further you go deeper into the main house, the darker the surrounding light becomes.
It was a bright and sunny day outside just now, but after crossing the moon gate, the sky above us seemed to have been dripped with a large piece of thick ink, and it quickly turned into an oppressive dim yellow.
It's too quiet around here.
Tokyo The ubiquitous sound of traffic in urban areas, the roar of distant viaducts, and even the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves have completely disappeared here.
There was a strong smell of dampness and staleness in the air, like walking into an ancient tomb that had been sealed for hundreds of years.
The smile on Reggie's face gradually disappeared, and he leaned closer to Tommy unconsciously.
Tommy also frowned. The boy's Telekinesis spread out like tentacles, but returned a sluggish feeling like being stuck in a quagmire.
John stopped.
He stood in front of Lynn, while Azure's eyes were fixed on the sliding door at the end of the corridor.
His Super Hearing and X-ray Vision abilities seemed to be strangely disturbed here. What he saw after his sight penetrated the wooden door was a gray mist.
Lynn stopped and patted John on the shoulder comfortingly.
The paper door at the end of the corridor automatically slid open to both sides without any wind.
There was no light on in the room, only a dim oil lamp flickering in the corner.
An old man with gray hair wearing a dark gray kimono was kneeling in front of a low table, holding a rough clay teacup in his hand.
The old man looked too ordinary, so ordinary that he even looked like a retired old man playing chess in the park.
His face is covered with brown age spots and his body is a bit stooped.
But this is where it gets uncomfortable.
How could an ordinary old man sit in such a weird space?
"Young man, don't be too angry. Let's have a cup of tea."
The old man's voice was hoarse, with a strange penetrating power, as if it rang directly in everyone's minds.
This should be the current owner of the Kamo Family.
Lynn did not move. He looked at the old man with a faint smile on his lips, "I won't drink the tea. We are just here to stroll around and take some photos for the children. However, the decoration style here is a bit depressing for children."
The old man slowly put down the tea cup in his hand, and finally raised his cloudy eyes to look at Lynn, and then his eyes fell on John in front of him.
"The miracle of genetic engineering, the supreme masterpiece of Vought International."
The old man sighed, and there was no hint of appreciation or ridicule in his tone, "The side family named Genji was indeed frightened to death by your sheer violence, but in front of the real Onmyōdō, the physical strength is nothing but a rootless tree."
As the old man finished speaking, his skinny fingers tapped lightly on the low table.
Dude.
There was a muffled sound.
The entire space completely solidified at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, the scenery in the courtyard began to distort like a melted crayon painting Transfiguration.
The original dry landscape and pine trees disappeared, replaced by a black water surface with no visible edges.
Countless huge scarlet eyes opened in the sky, densely watching the people in the corridor.
A huge and suffocating icy mental pressure was overwhelming like a tsunami.
Annie covered his eyes in fear. Reggie wanted to run away, but found that his feet seemed to be welded to the wooden floor and he could not move a step.
Even Tommy and Telekinesis were forcibly squeezed back into the body by this huge space pressure at this moment.
John was angry.
He hated this feeling of being suppressed the most.
The red light in the boy's eyes exploded instantly, and two terrifying Heat Visions swept directly towards the old man kneeling on the ground.
However, when the beam of light that was enough to melt steel touched one meter in front of the old man, it seemed to shoot into the endless void.
The red light refracted and twisted strangely in the air, and finally sank directly into the black water without even a splash.
This is the first time John has encountered a target that cannot be directly destroyed by physical attacks.
"This is the 'boundary' constructed by my Shikigami. In this space, there is no temperature and no mass. No matter how strong you are, you cannot break something that does not exist."
The old man's voice came from all directions, with a kind of superior pity, "They are just a group of poor people born by capital, but they dare to touch the realm of gods."
Bubbles began to bubble up on the black water, and huge shadows with distorted figures and strong malice were slowly rising from the water. They were ancient monsters that Kamo Clan had worshiped and enslaved for generations.
They have no physical body, but they can directly tear apart the human spirit.
Faced with this bizarre scene that was completely beyond the understanding of modern science, Lynn still maintained his posture with one hand in his pocket.
He looked at the arrogant shadows around him, and then at the children who had beads of sweat on their foreheads.
Lynn The smile on his face faded little by little.
"It's a trick of pretending to be a ghost."
Lynn picked up Annie, protected him in his arms, and looked calmly at the old man sitting under the oil lamp.
The old man looked at Lynn, a trace of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.
In the core area of mental pressure, this ordinary man who seemed to have no Superpower actually did not have a mental breakdown as he expected, and his breathing rhythm was not even messed up.
"Have you ever thought about a question, old fellow."
Lynn's voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible in this noisy and strange space.
Lynn stretched out his hand and pressed it on John's slightly trembling shoulder.
It was not a tremor of fear, but a rage and anger caused by the ineffective attack.
"The space constructed by the spirit does not have a physical entity."
Lynn lowered his head and looked into John's angry eyes, "But the people who maintain this space are physical. You just aimed at the wrong place, John."
John was stunned for a moment.
"Don't look at the shadows around you, don't pay attention to the water, close your eyes, listen with your ears, listen to the old man's heartbeat, and listen to the sound of his blood flowing."
Lynn's voice was gentle and determined, as if he was coaching a child to do a simple math problem.
John closed his eyes.
Under the guidance of Lynn, the boy blocked the false visual and mental interference around him, and Super Hearing was driven to the extreme.
In the noisy illusion, he finally captured a steady but real beating sound.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Just behind the phantom directly ahead.
John opened his eyes suddenly.