Novel & Cerita Spirit Detective Yu Yu Hakusho

The moment he said that, White Hill began getting ready to make his move. "Hold on, Supreme Leader." At this moment, the spirit stopped White Hill. "Sir Stone, my son has been turned into a zombie. I want to avenge his death!" White Hill screamed hysterically. "Let this boy hand over the Dragon Slaying Saber to us first," the spirit said. Lucas had guessed correctly. The spirit belonged to the Dark Race, and his name was Joseph Stone. The only reason Joseph Stone had come to the White Lotus was to look for the Dragon Slaying Saber.

he whispered at it, frantically patting it down and tossing another illusion leaf into the air to dispel it. Because truly—truly—Yin Sakamoto was never meant to be anyone’s official familiar. The celestial registry had specifically chosen three highly qualified spirit candidates for the Wind God Shu’s service: 1. A weather dragon fluent in six divine dialects. 2. A cloud-walking monk with centuries of discipline. 3. And a stoic stone guardian who hadn’t blinked since the Tang dynasty. But no. The heavens forbid a fair process. Because Shu—capricious, powerful, and dangerously allergic to boredom—had taken one look at Yin’s original form, saw the fluffiest tail in twelve dimensions, and gone:

"Gotcha!" Yuka, a level six warrior emperor, stepped forward and unleashed her spiritual energy.

When we got home, there was Euri, who was enraged when she spotted Kazuo. I could see she was enraged. I can see the flames erupting from her translucent body. This is a furious Demon! "What is this? Why is there a Ghost hanging around you!?" She exclaimed, actually— She isn't upset that Kazuo is hovering around me. She's undoubtedly upset because I failed to keep my promise to her. I understand how concerned she was; conversing with other spirits is a foolish thing to do. I clapped both of my palms, forcibly smiling against each other.

Instead, she remained silent, enduring the torture as much as she can. Purple Smoke something was going on. Something was off. What's more was that she couldn't find Méah's weapon anymore. The last form that she had seen it was in a sword form. She was too desperate to kill her that she didn't notice she had fallen into her trap. Just as she thought about this, a silver spear appeared in front of her. She had no choice but to release Méah instantly. The spear's sharp and pointed tip almost touched her clothes. She was trying her best to take it away by using the damned souls on the black crystal in the form of black smoke . Soon, she noticed the space between the spear and her chest had grow

He deeply sighed. Yuria has two personalities.

Natasha eyed him worriedly. Hoon nodded, "I'm fine, please keep your head down," He grabbed his handgun from the glove compartment. They had never seen his face. He worked in the dark. The tattoo on his shoulder and the peculiar birthmark on his neck were the only things that identify him as one of their members. He would stand hundreds of miles away, watching them through the twenty-power spotting scope during the private transactions. He wanted to fight alongside his brothers but since his elder brother entrusted his wife to him, he swore to protect her safety with his life.

Yumi was startled as she quickly went through a few spells, shouting out, "Ninja Art, Fireball Technique." Her spiritual energy surged as she spewed out a massive fireball, burning those corpses. She felt puzzled. Wilbur did not seem to have power over the undead, so why were those corpses there? Could there be something special about this place? Yet, at that moment, a few more zombies crawled up and lunged at her. She let out a shout as a dagger of spiritual energy materialized in her hand. It burned with spiritual flames as she attacked the zombies. After a few rounds, she easily dispatched the zombies.

The night is dark, and the road stretches out ahead, a ghostly path that seems to disappear into the void. I look back for a second. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I can feel him. Mr. Y. The vetala’s presence, trying to track me. Of course he would be the very first to suspect and detect Spitfire’s deception. That Tokyo is not being rampaged by kaiju, that Cthulhu is not arriving, that there is no Class 5 Dimensional Breach. Yes, the first to see through the deception, but it’s too late. He’s too late. Too late to stop me.