Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 55 Obsession (please read the big chapter on Tuesday!)

Yu Gonglang had no sympathy for the old man's despair and unwillingness before his death, and even felt that this punishment was a bit too light.

If he could, he wouldn't mind letting the other person experience this feeling ten or eight times more.

But at this time, the "line" connecting the sacrificial patterns on the ground in the air still exists, proving that the ritual is still going on.

"The chief priest is dead!"

"What should we do now?"

At the same time, after seeing the old man's death, the remaining men in black robes briefly wavered.

However, they were all very brainwashed and showed no signs of escaping like the previous men in black robes.

One of the prestigious men in black robes looked at the children in the pattern with a fierce look on his face: "Kill all the soul boys and speed up the process of sacrifice!"

"But then...the coming God will be incomplete..."

"I can't handle that much anymore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black robe rushed towards the nearest child.

They may not be the opponents of the blood-clothed swordsman, but it is only a short time to kill these young children.

Even the bloody swordsman may not be able to stop him!

Yu Gonglang's eyes narrowed.

The demon knife slashed, sweeping across the black robed people around him.

But there were so many of these fanatic believers who were not afraid of death, and they burst out with power beyond ordinary people, and even he was delayed for a moment.

Just when the dagger in the black-robed man's hand was about to pierce the child's throat, something strange happened.

The frightened child's body quickly became transparent and faded, disappearing from the eyes of the man in black robes!

"what!?"

The man in black robe was shocked and angry, and looked at Yu Gonglang: "Swordsman in blood, what have you done again?"

Yu Gonglang's thoughts moved slightly, he didn't speak, but continued to silently hack and kill the men in black robes who rushed up.

As long as he kills quickly enough, the children are safe.

At the same time, the children nearby who were sacrificed also vaguely noticed something. The fear on their faces turned into joy, and they communicated with each other with their eyes.

"It's sister Yingzi!"

"Sister Yingzi is here to save us!"

"I knew she would come back..."

The man in black robe did not believe in evil and rushed towards the other boy.

But at the same time, right in front of him, the boy's figure gradually disappeared and disappeared.

"...Damn!"

He cursed quietly.

At this time, the scarlet bloody knife was already approaching the back of his head!

laugh--

After the death of the black-robed man, the remaining believers seemed to have lost their backbone and turned into a pool of scattered sand. Eventually, there was a trend of collapse.

While Yu Gonglang was cleaning up the men in black robes, the other children in the main hall also turned invisible one by one, so they were not affected by the battle.

Not long after, the last man in black turned into blood, and Yu Gonglang seemed to be the only one left in the entire main hall.

Then, he slashed a few more times at the floor.

The lines drawn on the floor let out a piercing scream, and then blue-black blood gurgled out.

It wasn't until this moment that the woman's figure in mid-air gradually faded into blur, and her highly bulging abdomen stopped moving.

Having lost the faith of the believers and lacking enough sacrifices, the strange "heir" was naturally stillborn.

The ritual ends here!
Yu Gonglang breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the air beside him.

The person who made the children disappear together was none other than the invisible reporter, Eiko Yamai.

However, it's not so much "invisible", but more like...their presence disappears, so that people can't notice their existence.

But their "points" and "lines" are as clear as ever.

Naturally, it couldn't be hidden from Yu Gonglang's eyes.

As if aware of Hagong Rang's gaze, Yamai Eiko's figure slowly emerged, followed by dozens of rescued children.

They all hid behind Eiko Yamai, looking at Yu Gonglang with respectful and fearful eyes.

"Sister Yingzi, who is he?"

A five or six-year-old brown-haired girl grabbed the corner of Yamai Eiko's clothes and asked curiously: "Is it the police?"

Yamai Eiko opened her red lips and said softly: "Just call him... the bloody swordsman."

"The bloody swordsman? So handsome!"

Another little boy smiled and said: "Compared to this, sister, you really came back to save us!"

"Besides, sister can really become invisible!"

Yamai Eiko rubbed his head: "After all, we made an agreement!"

"But...I'm still late."

She looked at the small corpses next to her, her eyes were red, and tears kept pouring out of her eyes: "If...if I could think of it earlier..."

"Sister Yingzi, don't cry."

The little brown-haired girl held Hideko Yamai's hand, like a little adult, and comforted her softly: "We all know that my sister has worked very hard, and she has always worked hard."

"Eri-chan, Tsukasa, Ayano-san...none of them cried when they died."

"Because... everyone believes that sister Yingzi will come back!"

"Besides, didn't sister already save us?"

"Sister Yingzi, you are our hero!"
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"You've obviously done that kind of thing, and yet you still find yourself here and have that kind of ability..."

"The strange story is indeed very strange."

"It seems that this case is more valuable than the descendants of the Goddess of Huangquan."

On the beam of the main hall, a man in a white coat was sitting there, watching this touching scene of reunion with interest, and seemed to be recording something in a notebook.

"However, it is really a pity. If we work harder, an heir will be born."

The man in the white coat looked at the decaying woman and sighed with regret.

"How about you let me..."

The moment some dark thoughts came into his mind, a bloody knife appeared in front of him as if it cut through the space.

"……what?"

The white coat was slightly startled, his body twisted unnaturally, and he narrowly dodged the knife.

He looked at Yu Gonglang who had jumped onto the beam, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"The bloody swordsman?"

"It's just a man wearing a strange mask."

"Although I don't know how you discovered me, becoming my enemy is definitely the worst choice you have ever made."

Yu Gonglang had no intention of talking to him, and just attacked silently.

Obviously, this man is the mastermind behind the sacrificial offering, that is, the envoy that Keita Iwamura spoke of.

Think about it, how could the Yakuza organization controlled by Keita Iwamura suddenly master the methods of evil sacrifice and brainwashing, and transform into a religious sect that believes in Izanami?

And the white coat on this beam, through some unknown means, perfectly concealed its own aura.

It wasn't until just now that Yu Gonglang's eyes caught him.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Several sword lights flashed in succession.

The white coat used strange movement skills to avoid the first few attacks, but was hit by the last one.

The body quickly disappeared like a bubble.

But there was no fear on his face, only a touch of disdain and ridicule.

His lips moved and he said silently.

"We'll meet again."
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In a bright, closed room.

The light above the head was white and bright, a bit dazzling.

The white coat opened his eyes and stretched out on the chair.

Not far away, there were several people dressed similarly to him, who were changing into strange and closed protective clothing, as if they were making some preparations.

A middle-aged man in a white coat casually asked: "How is Experiment A-31?"

The white coat yawned and said frankly: "It failed."

"However, some interesting data was recorded."

The middle-aged man was indifferent to his failure and asked: "Is it the bloody swordsman?"

"It's him."

There was a hint of greed on the face of the white coat, and he murmured: "His knife, and that eye... are all worthy of careful study."

"I really want to dig it out and see what its structure is."

"For this reason, it is worth losing a few more projection phantoms!"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "It's just a man-made ghost story, don't take it too seriously."

"Hurry and get ready, His autopsy is about to begin."

The white coat looked at the half-transparent glass not far away.

They were in a one-way observation room.

In another room, there is a sticky, tentacled existence with a dark skin, opening and closing mouthparts, and the fishy smell of water from the deep sea. It seems that there are strange objects inside that are rhythmic.

Crazy, decadent, yet indescribably beautiful.

Some tiny and twisted gibberish appeared out of thin air in people's ears the moment they looked at Him, leading the ignorant into the deep abyss.

The white coat's eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of fascination: "It's so beautiful..."

"I'm just..."

He was about to put on protective clothing and prepare for surgery.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man on the side frowned: "Where is the smell coming from?"

"It smells like corpse..."

The middle-aged man looked around, and his eyes quickly fell on the white coat, showing a surprised look.

The white coat raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Projecting phantom is an absolutely safe technology. It's just a man-made strange talk, so it's hard to be able to..."

His voice came to an abrupt end.

Because, even he could smell the rotten stench coming from his body.

His voice became hoarse and harsh.

The white coat lowered his head and saw corpse spots visible to the naked eye on his hands, his skin turned purple, and there were even pale maggots wriggling under the body surface, and the unpleasant smell of corpses came to his nostrils.

And soon, as his organs failed, he couldn't even smell the stench.

"how is this possible--"

Fear finally appeared uncontrollably on the indifferent face of the white coat.

Although he claims to be a divine messenger, in the face of death, he is just an ordinary person after all.

The despair of watching himself turn into decay step by step was gnawing at his heart like maggots, and he finally tasted the pain of those who died in sacrifice.

"The filth of the goddess of the underworld..."

The white coat wanted to say something more, but there were already several maggots twisting and wriggling in his mouth.

In the dark, he seemed to feel that there was some kind of dirty "thread" entangled with him, and they were no longer distinguishable from each other.

In the blink of an eye, the white coat was completely eaten by maggots gushing out from all over the body.

In the end, like those men in black robes, it turned into a pool of filthy blood.

The middle-aged man witnessed all this silently.

There was neither fear nor sympathy in his eyes, as if what died was not his colleague, but just a piece of rotten meat.

He said to himself: "It seems that it is necessary to change the rating of the bloody swordsman..."

"B-level? No, let's still be A-level..."
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at the same time.

"Huh...huh..."

Yu Gonglang panted heavily, sweating all over under his bloody clothes, and his eyes showed a rare hint of exhaustion.

"Is it really possible..."

Above the head, the shadow of the goddess of the underworld completely collapsed, and together with the unborn heir in her belly, disappeared from this world.

The surrounding realm of ghost stories is also rapidly collapsing and beginning to merge with reality.

After cutting off the body in the white coat, Yu Gonglang immediately realized that the other party was most likely still alive.

In the field of strange talk, there is a high probability that it is just a clone or something.

Letting the other party go like this was obviously not in line with Yu Gonglang's character.

With the idea that even if he couldn't kill the white coat, he would still have to add some trouble to him, Yu Gonglang began to make an attempt that he had imagined a long time ago.

His right eye can see the real world full of "points", "lines" and "surfaces".

But in the past, his use of this ability was limited to carefully slicing "faces", cutting "lines", and destroying "points".

In essence, it is still a very superficial usage.

So, can different lines be connected together, or points overlapped, or points and lines fixed on a certain surface?
The former is "destruction."

The latter is "manipulation."

If it were Yu Gonglang in the past, he probably wouldn't be able to do this.

But after absorbing a large number of cognitive threads, his "meaning" and "thoughts" seemed to have reached another realm, and he was able to perform such meticulous operations.

Therefore, Yu Gonglang drew out the most filthy and corrupt thread from the body of the goddess of underworld, and connected it to the end of the white coat that had not completely dissipated.

Although he didn't see the scene with his own eyes, he could guess that the white coat was probably dead.

"However, the mental exhaustion is more intense than I imagined."

Yu Gonglang thought to himself: "If you use it three times at most, your mind will be exhausted."

After resting for a moment, he jumped off the beam.

The surrounding scene is quickly returning to normal.

The shrine has returned to its former appearance.

The gray fog outside gradually dissipated.

Huang Quan disappeared without a trace.

The sound of sirens came from far and near.

But there are always some scars left in people's hearts that can never be healed.

At this time, Yamai Eiko calmed the children, or after being comforted by the children, she first said: "Please wait here for a while, don't run around, the police will help you go home soon."

Then, she looked at Yu Gonglang sincerely and asked.

"Blood-clothed swordsman, can you come with me?"

Yu Gonglang glanced not far away.

There, there is a camera invisible to ordinary people.

Yamai Eiko explained: "When I entered the main hall just now, the live broadcast was already closed. After all, I will not let the children..."

Yu Gonglang nodded and followed her out of the main hall of the shrine to a remote house in the back.

It was dark and damp, the walls were covered with mold, and there was an indescribable smell.

In a corner of the house, a highly decomposed woman's head was hung on the wall.

The bright red lips had already turned blue-black.

　I feel that this plot is well written, and it seems inappropriate to break the chapters at any point, so I just connected them together. I hope you all like it!
　　I have to say that sometimes I feel that the book is watery. This is actually because the number of words is not enough and the reading is not so enjoyable. If I update [-] words every day, many small flaws will be covered up.Ahhhhh!God of code words, please give me the power to write thousands of words every day! ! !
　　Tuesday is the day for the editor to read and follow up. Although I feel that it is likely to be cold, I still want to ask for various data!I want to add another one to the new book list. Thank you all very much!
　　
　
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