"Hehe~ Teehee~ Hahaha~"
The ethereal woman's sharp and bizarre laughter echoed continuously.
Her face, thickly coated with powder, pressed against the broken edge of the floor, emitting an intense and pungent scent of cosmetic powder.
With a swift extension of her beckoning right hand, the ethereal woman's large hand trampled over the already disheveled furnishings in the room and reached straight for Kamiyagawa.
This simple mode of attack could have been easily avoided by Kamiyagawa, even without the Hannya taking possession, and by simply coordinating his body through the Aun breathing technique.
But this time, something was off.
Kamiyagawa, his face covered with a white mask, was inexplicably frozen in place.
His ears were filled with the grotesque laughter, his deep pupils somewhat scattered, as his gaze hazily fixed on the ethereal woman's crimson lips.
Not only Kamiyagawa, but even the Inugami was clearly not in its normal state.