I am the righteous path.

A door unfolded before him.
Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within.
The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear.
The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests.
They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party.
Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering.
He had no reason to refuse.

Detective Agency of the Bizarre

Lu Li retrieved the two Spirit-Calling Guns he had given to Jojo, as one of the holsters had fallen into the trash can along with the sculpture of the Mother of the Marsh, with no place for Sequence 2 to go, for now, he placed it on a cabinet close at hand.


Then he took an oil lamp out of his suitcase, lit it, and placed it at the back of the basement, dispelling the darkness, allowing the entire basement to be clearly seen.


After these preparations, Lu Li removed his coat, which Jojo and Fran, puzzled, threw to the ground. They doused it with kerosene before striking a match.


Perhaps aware of what was about to happen, it was as though some consciousness had awakened amidst the obscure low voices that began to slowly resonate throughout the basement.


Jojo and Fran looked at Lu Li's coat in astonishment—was it...talking...?


"You are so weak... I will grant you power..." The low voice whispered temptingly.


311. Deal with the Evil God