I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo - Chapter 1013

The participants of the “Hundred Story” game, all wearing Tsing Yi, gathered in the same darkroom, and in the room next to the darkroom, placed blue paper-pasted lamps, wooden tables and mirrors, and then lit a hundred of them and placed them side by side. candle.

After the Hundred Story begins, each participant tells a strange story, goes to the next room to blow out a candle, looks at his face in the mirror, and then returns to his original position.

This was repeated over and over, until the ninety-ninth strange story was finished and the last candle was left, and everyone sat around and waited until after dawn, and then went home in peace.

It is said that if someone finishes speaking the hundredth strange story and blows out the last candle during this process, a ghost will appear next to the blue lantern, and the strange story in this game may also come true.

In an era when the education level was generally not high, the people who were initially keen to participate in “Hundred Stories” and share strange stories were naturally mainly literati and poets.

As this game spread, it gradually developed into an elegant affair of collecting and relaying strange stories. Many popular literature writers are still keen on this.

The green lantern is said to be a monster turned into a blue lantern used by Bai Story. Its original image is unknown, but it is keen to invite people to participate in Bai Story and collect all kinds of strange stories.

“Does the old man you mentioned have a name?”

Turning a blind eye to the tireless and murderous wooden sword, the woman who called herself “Qing Xing Deng” took care of her palace clothes that had been blown away by the wind, and looked at the red-armored warrior with a sword flying in the distance in the distance.

“Name? People die like lights go out, I can tell you, it’s not impossible…”

Faced with this puzzling question, the armored warrior was silent for a moment, and uttered four words in a hoarse voice: “His name is Yueying Qingren.”

“Yueyingqingren?”

After reciting the name for a while, a smile flashed in Qingxing Deng’s clear eyes: “This person has created a lot of interesting strange stories, and he is an author that I am quite optimistic about.”

Immediately, she snorted lightly with a blushing face: “However, he stopped writing for some reason, and turned to write such unsightly and vulgar essays halfway through, wasting all his talent.”

“Hmph, you monsters, you have been secretly beguiling literati to write strange stories for hundreds of years, and tricking painters into drawing monster paintings, so as to absorb the beliefs of the world and strengthen themselves…”

As the red-armored warrior snorted coldly, the speed of the endless wooden swords in mid-air suddenly increased, bringing out bursts of thunder gangs, and the flames that blew up the protective body of the green lanterns continued to dissipate.

“Today, it is an unforgivable sin to delusionally summon the Heretic God to invade the world!”

For a while, the green lanterns, which were ghosts and gods, were crushed by this thunderous sword formation and extinguished, unable to lift their heads.

“You said… Absorb the beliefs of the world and strengthen yourself? Hahahahaha…”

It seemed that he had heard a big joke, and the green lantern, which was swaying in the rain of swords, laughed innocently.

“Hundred ghosts who are trapped in the land of demons by the “Millennium Deed”, can’t break through anything, can’t achieve anything, how can they have such ambitions? ”

In her unstoppable laughter, the entire Tokyo Metropolis on the inner side of the Yamanote Line, the space is like a broken lamp, showing subtle distortions and flickering.

“To be able to continue the existence of decay day and night through the meager beliefs provided by the strange stories of calligraphy and painting, I am already grateful!”

In the dim light of the fire, a chaotic plain with scorched earth and dark clouds in the sky alternates with Tokyo in the dark in the flickering space.

“There is no way out, we are desperate, using the flesh and blood of hundreds of ghosts as bait, relying on the flesh and blood of the world, turning the painting scrolls of hundreds of ghosts as a guide, and merging the entire Edo as an array, it took hundreds of years to proudly open this most historically A spectacular ‘Hundred Stories’…”

On the plain, there are thousands of ghostly figures.

“Hundred ghosts are born and exist because people in the world yearn for all kinds of ghosts to break the shackles they dare not break, release the desires they dare not release, and distort the beliefs that they cannot agree with!”

With their resentful and greedy eyes, they peeped at this fleeting world that seemed to never be touched.

“Did you hear, this is the belief accumulated in the human heart for hundreds of years, calling…”

Beside his ears, there were bursts of resentment and sadness.

“What they are calling is not Lord Tianmo Xiongming, but the existence of hundreds of ghosts… The Land of Demons!”

“Crack…Crack…”

In the more and more frequent flickering and distortion, the entire space of Tokyo, like the glass under freezing, began to appear one after another of fine cracks.

“No, the estrangement in space is breaking…”

Looking at these overwhelming and spreading cracks, the armored warrior seemed to understand something: “Because he couldn’t leave the Plain of Demons, Hundred Ghosts spent hundreds of years arranging all this, and wanted to summon the Plain of Demons from the reverse side of the world?! ”

“Hundreds of years ago… the so-called human world… Once, we also had a share… But now, it is the place where the hundreds of ghosts yearn for.”

The green lantern on the other side smiled and looked down at his feet.

“Soon, this place will become a country of hundreds of ghosts, a world that belongs to humans alone, and it is already a candle in the wind.”

The giant flame cross that originally stood in the West Exit Park of Ikebukuro was so faint that it was almost invisible under the circling figure and the strong wind.

…

Toshima Ward, Ikebukuro.

“The smell in the wind… This is the breath of Lord Tianmo Xiongming!”

“Hundred Stories, has it finally begun?”

“Noble Tengu, will once again fly freely in the blue sky!”

Seven tall tengu wearing mountain robes, with their pitch-black wings stretched, hovered above the Ikebukuro West Exit Park Plaza, looking excitedly at the slowly blooming space around them.

The gray airflow blown from between their wings slashed aggressively on the “Saint’s Burning Rack”, constantly weakening the red flames on its surface.

“one two three four five six seven…”

At the foot of the dimly lit “Holy Virgin”, Ryoma was resting on Niya’s slender and greasy knees, lying in a pool of blood, looking up at the tengu hovering in the night sky: Surrounded by tengu, dying with a lap pillow is a good feeling.”

“Shut up… Miss Ben hasn’t found out about Uncle Siena, how can she explain it here!”

But Niya, who kept his eyes closed and prayed, knocked him on the head angrily.

“Pain Pain Pain Pain… How can you beat the wounded who may be seriously injured and die at any time!”

A wisp of red lotus to save the world gushed out from the huge cross behind him, resisting the sharp wind that seemed to divide everything for the two of them.