dhibooks Chapter 323 Arrival in Tokyo
Chapter 323 Arrival in Tokyo
Tokyo, Haneda
The black tide has already flooded most of the city.
There were no gunshots, no shouts, and even very few screams.
The towering ghost generals, like the Grim Reapers harvesting wheat, dragged their heavy steps across the streets, as if the earth itself was rumbling.
"This is... the real rumbling..."
A blue-haired anime boy, exhausted from running, collapsed to his knees by the roadside.
He was surrounded by a tide of fleeing people, countless feet trampling past his eyes, the dust they kicked up blinding him.
He angrily pounded on the cold asphalt road, his knuckles bleeding.
"This is hell!"
"Monsters have appeared, but what about the heroes? What about Ultraman?!"
"Shouldn't there be light as well as darkness in this world?!"
The scene from ten minutes ago flashed through his mind.
He was sitting at the dining table with his mother eating curry rice, and the warm sunlight from the window shone on his mother's profile.
Suddenly, black mist appeared.
Then, a pair of giant, veiny hands suddenly smashed the window. The shards of glass reflected the sunlight like a fragmented rain, and then the giant hand forcefully dragged the mother out.
That huge, grinning ghost face opened its mouth and, like biting into a candy bean, tore the screaming mother in two.
He fled in a daze, joining the flow of fleeing people.
"Who will save me... Heroes or Ultraman, who will save us!" he roared in frustration.
But soon, the roar was swallowed up by the surging ghostly energy.
Those fierce ghosts, varying in height and strength, devoured all passersby wherever they went, and those who were killed turned into wisps of grayish-white smoke that floated lightly into the sky.
Behind the God of Nuo, a banner of ten thousand souls floats, obscuring the sky.
The banner was made by sewing together the scalps of countless people, and it had a shiny, dark brown sheen. Densely packed human faces were crawling on it.
Each face retained the terror and despair of its final moments before death, its mouth opening and closing silently.
As new souls are absorbed, black ripples appear on the banner, and the faces unfold their contorted features, letting out soft, satisfied sighs, as if they were tasting the most delicious food in the world.
A businessman in a suit is standing at a bus stop making a phone call, his face showing anxiety: "Honey, don't worry, I'll be home soon..."
A black shadow fell upon him.
His voice abruptly stopped.
The phone slipped from my hand and fell to the ground, the screen still lit up, showing the call interface.
His body slumped softly onto the bench, his soul turning into a wisp of smoke and being absorbed into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Not far away, a mother pushing a stroller was bending down to cover her child with a blanket.
The ghost general placed his hand on her shoulder.
She didn't turn around.
She stiffly straightened up, then gently picked up her child and kissed him one last time.
The glass door of the convenience store opened automatically, and the store was empty.
The barcode scanner at the cashier was still beeping, and the oden in the heating cabinet was bubbling away.
The radish was bobbing up and down in the soup.
The only sounds in the world were the heavy footsteps of the ghost general and the fluttering of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
……
"Huff... huff..."
Gen Kiyoko dragged Miyuki along, running desperately through the narrow alley.
The hem of the shrine maiden's robe was torn in several places, exposing patches of tender white flesh on her legs. Her sneakers splashed black water as she stepped into the puddles.
The beautiful coconut's face turned deathly pale, and its transparent body became thinner and thinner.
"There are too many of those monstrous things... We're going to die here..."
"I can't die here..."
Gen Kiyoko gritted her teeth, her pace not slowing down at all.
"I need to go back. Sister Meizi and Kexin are still waiting for me."
"I can't die, and I can't lose!"
Gen Kiyoko suddenly lowered her head and ran even faster.
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.
It wasn't the darkness of dark clouds obscuring the sun, but rather the surrounding light being gradually drawn away, as if the world had fallen into eternal darkness.
All sound disappeared.
The distant howls of the ghost generals, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and even their own breathing and heartbeats were all swallowed up by the darkness.
The world fell into absolute silence.
"Were they still caught up with?"
Gen Kiyoko suddenly stopped in her tracks, her face grim.
"It's a ghost realm. As an exorcist, I really do attract powerful ghosts..."
"Am I going to die?" Meiyezi cried, "Waaaaah, I haven't even seen 'Pure and Hot Ghost 5' yet..."
My back was pressed tightly against the cold wall.
Gen Kiyoko quickly moved out of the alley.
Cold sweat slid down her forehead and dripped onto the ground without making a sound.
At some point, the scene outside transformed into a crossroads.
The traffic lights at the intersection had long since gone out, leaving only a faded zebra crossing, which looked particularly eerie against the pure black background.
In the very center of the intersection stood a woman wearing a red dress.
Her hair was long, jet black and glossy, reaching down to her ankles and obscuring her entire face.
He held a pair of rusty iron scissors in his hand, the tips dripping black blood. Each drop of blood that fell to the ground would corrode a small pit.
She stood there quietly, motionless, as if she had been standing there for hundreds of years.
Gen Kiyoko subconsciously looked at the puddles on the ground.
The water reflected her and Mei Yezi's images, but there was no trace of the woman in red.
"Kiyo... Kiyoko..."
Miyuki buried her face in Minamoto Kiyoko's arms, trembling all over. "She...she has no shadow...she's a ghost!"
Kiyoko didn't say anything.
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
Through the reflection in the puddle, she saw a faint black vertical dotted line appear silently on her face.
Cold sweat poured out of my head.
Without the slightest hesitation, she quickly lowered herself by half.
The next second, the dotted line gradually solidified and appeared on the utility pole.
It extends from the top to the bottom.
click-
A very faint, crisp sound rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the absolute silence.
The utility pole was neatly broken in two along the dotted line, the upper half of which slowly fell to the ground without making a sound.
Immediately afterwards, another dotted line appeared on the ground, like a black snake, rapidly spreading towards them.
Where the dotted line passes, the asphalt road surface cracks like paper.
Gen Kiyoko and Miyako immediately took off running, frantically heading towards the darkness in the distance.
But soon they saw a crossroads ahead, and the woman in red was still standing there gracefully.
Minamoto Kiyoko:......
American Coconut: ...
"Delicious...humans..." the red-clad female ghost chuckled, raising her blood-red scissors. "Your flesh is delicious..."
Coconut: "I don't have any meat!"
"A delicious little sweet drink!"
click-
The dotted line spread rapidly, as if it had eyes and was relentlessly pursuing the target.
If this drags on any longer, their deaths will be imminent once the army of vengeful ghosts arrives.
"Hesitation leads to defeat; that's a life lesson my mother-in-law taught me." Gen Kiyoko took a deep breath. "Miyako, let's go for it!"
"Okay!" Meiyezi nodded. "Boom boom boom! Hurry up and kill her!"
However, a purple ribbon wrapped around the waist of the beautiful coconut.
Coconut: "Huh?"
Why did you use a magical artifact to entangle me when you were fighting the ghost?
With a sudden flick of her purple ribbon, Gen Kiyoko lunged at the red-clad female ghost behind her, as nimble as a mountain dog.
Coconut Girl: "Aaaaaaahh ...
The woman in red was startled and opened her blood-red maw: "I'll eat you!"
The dotted line quickly appeared above Meiyezi's head.
But soon, the ribbon was quickly retracted, and the dotted line disappeared as well. Before Miyuko could recover from her fear, she was sent back by the ribbon.
Between tension and relaxation.
Gen Kiyoko gradually discovered the red-clad female ghost's fighting style.
It seems that the prerequisite for that guy to use scissors is that he needs to visually lock onto the target.
Lock on for three seconds, then cut it off completely.
Gen Kiyoko abruptly pulled back the nearly fainting Miyuki.
At the same time, he rolled to the side, dodging the incoming dotted line.
She flicked the purple ribbon from her waist, which whistled through the air, and wrapped it around the wrist of the woman in red who was holding the scissors.
The woman in red tilted her head slightly.
A new dotted line appeared instantly in the middle of the ribbon.
click-
The sturdy ribbon used in the ritual was cut into two neat pieces.
The fracture surface is as smooth as a mirror.
The female ghost in red smiled with satisfaction.
"Poor and weak, poor and weak..."
"Oh? Is that so?" Gen Kiyoko sneered. "You mindless vengeful ghosts are really easy to deal with once you know all the information."
The severed ribbon that flew off didn't lose control and land on the ground.
Instead, it rushed out from behind and attacked the woman in red.
To be honest, if my strength hadn't been inexplicably halved, I wouldn't even need to hide to kill a purple-robed level vengeful ghost like this...
The woman in red instinctively protected the scissors.
But the broken ribbon didn't take away the scissors; instead, it wrapped around her eyes.
After losing sight.
The female ghost in red frantically reached out to pull at the ribbon covering her eyes.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Kiyoko snatched the scissors from her hand with the ribbon as precisely as a viper.
She bit her fingertip and smeared the hot blood onto the remaining half of the ribbon.
The purple light surged, and the two ribbons tightened sharply, wrapping around the red-clad woman's head three times.
"Beautiful Coconut! Smash her head!"
"Huh? Oh!"
With her eyes closed, Mei Yezi pounced on him haphazardly, raising her seemingly weak and powerless little ghost fist.
Gathering strength.
then.
"boom--"
That blow pierced right through the red-clad female ghost's head.
Black smoke burst out.
The red-clad female ghost swayed, and her body rapidly expanded.
boom--!
The woman in red's body suddenly exploded.
The black mist spread out like a tide, carrying a sweet, cloying aroma, like rotten fruit.
"What? There's also a death attack..."
Gen Kiyoko felt her legs go weak, and all her strength was instantly drained away.
The ribbon in her hand fell to the ground, and she couldn't even stand up. She slid down the wall and sat on the ground.
A strange heat rose from the bottom of my heart, double vision began to appear before my eyes, and even my thinking became sluggish.
She suddenly remembered Jiang Ling.
That bastard creditor who made her wear a maid outfit and act like a cat.
Thinking back to the last time I went to his house, I was severely reprimanded...
How could I... suddenly think of something like this...?
The American coconuts can't even float anymore.
Jiang Ling's figure appeared before her eyes, exuding a strong masculine aura, and the scent of his master seemed to grant her longevity...
"Ah, Master, is that you? Waaaaah..."
"No, it should be some kind of gas that stirs up desires in people's hearts..."
Gen Kiyoko bit her tongue; the sharp pain brought her back to a slightly more awake state.
But his body felt heavier and heavier, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his arms.
"Hehehe..."
A greasy laugh echoed in the darkness.
A fat, big-eared ghost emerged from the black mist.
His belly was as big as an overturned iron pot, covered with hideous scars, his face was full of fat, his eyes were squinted into slits, he was holding half a human arm in his hand, and he was chewing something, with oil dripping down the corners of his mouth.
He stared greedily at the two girls, Yuan Qingzi and Meiyezi, who were slumped on the ground. He licked his lips and made a clicking sound: "Two pretty girls... a purple-robed celestial master, a hundred-year-old vengeful ghost... hehehe, I'll play with them first and then eat them. My strength will increase by a lot..."
He stretched out his large, fan-like hand, with long, black nails, and reached out to grab at their heads.
The fishy smell wafted from my fingertips.
Gen Kiyoko wanted to resist, but she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
She closed her eyes in despair.
Oh no, how could I have been so careless...?
Waaaaah, I want that feeling of having a backup plan!
Why haven't I fainted yet...?
Just then—
boom!!!
A golden bolt of lightning descended from the sky and pierced directly through the body of the pot-bellied ghost general.
The fat, big-eared ghost general didn't even have time to let out a scream before he turned into a cloud of blood mist, along with half of his arm.
It dissipated into the air.
"Finally arrived in Tokyo. Damn it, I wasted over two hours traveling..."
Jiang Ling put away the Honda R and flew over himself. For short distances, physical flight is faster.
Along the way, he was like a large truck, smashing countless monsters.
"Gods who fight to the death are truly wicked."
Gen Kiyoko and Miyako stared blankly at the departing golden light, their faces filled with astonishment.
"Jiang Ling?"
"Owner?"
At this moment, they no longer knew whether what had just passed was an illusion or reality.
That strange feeling grew stronger and stronger...
However, the golden figure did not stop, and flew towards the center of Tokyo like a shooting star, the shockwave it created dispersing the surrounding black mist.
A few seconds later, the light returned to the world.
The ghostly screams from afar resumed.
Jiang Ling, who had flown several hundred meters away, suddenly stopped and hovered in mid-air.
"Wait a minute, did I just see something?"
"Miyako and Kiyoko? What a coincidence, running into them here..."
He immediately changed direction, transforming into a golden bolt of lightning, and flew back swiftly towards the crossroads he had just been at.
Those two don't seem to be in very good condition.