Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 16 [Immortal]

Cut off with a knife!

The strange body fell apart.

A trace of mysterious power flowed into Xin Zhan's blade from Wei Yi's body, making it scarlet in color, and the blade seemed to become sharper.

[Devour] This trait allows Heart Slash to continue to grow in battle.

"If you die by a careful sword, you deserve to die."

Hagong Lang turned around and said to Ishikawa Yuki: "Although I'm a little sorry, your situation is really irreversible."

"Your inspiration is already sharper than ordinary people, but after being pulled into the realm of ghost stories and having personal contact with the pure white demonic shadow, the things you hear and see will only become more."

Ishikawa Yuki murmured: "Why is this..."

Just hearing and seeing vaguely made her nervous and had trouble sleeping and eating.

She really couldn't imagine what a desperate life it would be if there were strange things accompanying her every day when she went to school or came home.

That is absolutely an out-and-out purgatory on earth!
Suddenly, Ishikawa Yuki realized again, wasn't this the scene in Hanemiya Lang's eyes at this moment?
When did he start adapting to this kind of life?

Thinking of this, Ishikawa Yuki couldn't help but feel a little more unspeakable awe when she looked at Hagiya Rang.

Yu Gonglang enthusiastically imparted his experience: "Generally speaking, as long as you pretend not to see the strange things, they won't come to trouble you."

"Then... what if I can see it if they find out?"

"It will be eaten."

"Don't tell the cruel truth so easily!"

Thinking of the scene of being eaten by the weird, Ishikawa Yuki was so scared that her teeth were trembling, but after all, she had experienced a lot, and after taking a few deep breaths, she managed to calm down.

"I understand, so, is there any way to prevent me from being eaten all at once?"

Yu Gonglang touched his chin: "It really is."

"You stretch out your hand."

Ishikawa Yuki was startled, but still obediently stretched out her right hand and opened her palm.

"It may hurt a little, bear with it."

Before she could hear these words clearly, blood flashed across her face.

"hiss!"

Shi Chuan's delicate body trembled from the pain, and when he looked down again, he saw two knife marks, not deep and not shallow, on the palm of her hand, forming an "X" shape, like a strange mark.

Strangely, not much blood came out of the wound.

"This is?"

Yu Gonglang said: "An insurance measure may be useful."

Hearing this, Ishikawa Yuki felt a little unsure.

Can these two small scars really block the terrifying weirdness? ——
This evening.

Yu Gonglang returned home.

There are three plates of exquisite dishes on the table, as well as a bowl of kelp miso soup.

This is undoubtedly the credit of "sister".

In the past two days, this female ghost has been doing her best, doing laundry, cooking, washing dishes and mopping the floor...all the housework has been taken care of.

Yu Gonglang was naturally happy and free.

However, he seemed to have never seen each other since the last time they met in the bathroom.

It's almost like avoiding him.

"Really, why are you so afraid of me?"

At this time, Yu Gonglang glanced at the main dishes on the table, but couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Is this... Tianjin rice?"

Tianjin Rice, also known as "Crab Yudon", is actually crab meat and omelette rice.

Although there is "Tianjin" in the name, it's like the Indian oil doesn't come from India, the peas don't grow in the Netherlands, and the Arabic numerals aren't invented by the Arabs. This Tianjin rice is not a Chinese dish at all, but a serious one. The appearance of Japanese food is a bit like the "Guotai dish" in Shandong cuisine.

But given your weird level of intelligence, it’s not easy to think of this dish, right?

Yu Gonglang was kind-hearted and did not criticize him harshly, but only encouraged him.

"Sister, keep working hard next time!"

In the kitchen, a shadow trembled violently again.

After dinner, Yu Gonglang returned to the room and took out the pure white demon shadow's tentacles.

At this time, this small tentacle looks extremely sluggish, like a white and soft bug, and like a middle-aged social animal with old and young, suffering from the ravages of life, sometimes even raising its head in front of his wife Can't get up.

But Yu Gonglang didn't underestimate it.

【Undead】

【Super Speed ​​Regeneration】

These two characteristics are enough to explain the extraordinary nature of this strange relic.

Among ghost stories, the quality of "immortality" is actually not uncommon. After all, as long as the human mind's cognition does not disappear, ghost stories are not really dead.

Even the current pure white demonic shadow has only been stripped of most of its power, but has not completely died.

Strange stories never die, they just wither.

And in the field of ghost stories, the master of the field is immortal.

But as a strange relic, this quality is somewhat special.

Before picking up [Confessions of the Faceless Girl], Yu Gonglang had also dealt with two or three small ghost stories. The dropped ghost story relics were all disposable props, and the attached characteristics were also very ordinary.

In comparison, [Pure White Demonic Shadow's Tentacles] is already considered a small masterpiece.

But the problem right now is...

How to use this tentacle?
Yu Gonglang muttered: "Usually the ability to regenerate requires the absorption of certain nutrients..."

He went to the kitchen and got a small bowl of rice, half a cucumber, and a small piece of raw pork, and tried them one by one.

The tentacles are indifferent to the first two.

But when it touched the raw pork, it trembled obviously and seemed to be about to move.

However, this desire to move is just a desire to move.

It seemed to dislike the smell of pork and refused to eat it.

"Do you like flesh and blood..."

Yu Gonglang quickly understood its preferences, picked up the demon knife, and cut his fingertips.

Blood dripped on the tentacles.

In just a few seconds, the pure white was dyed into a coquettish scarlet, turning into a strange color of red and white.

Its body shape also swelled visibly to the naked eye, regaining its vitality and vitality.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

The blood-colored tentacles burst out at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, turned into a blood arrow, and suddenly penetrated into the wound on Yu Gonglang's fingertip.

Immediately, it squirmed crazily deep into the flesh while greedily absorbing the blood around it.

Within two breaths, Yu Gonglang's face turned pale due to blood loss.

There was a sharp pain in the arm.

There is a foreign body bulging under the skin.

This tentacle has turned into a parasite that feeds on flesh and blood, trying to devour him completely!
If ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, I am afraid that they have already lost their minds and panicked.

But Yu Gonglang didn't.

His handsome face was calm and calm, without any emotion, as if what was in danger was not his own body, but an unrelated body.

In the dark right eye, it was like a black hole spinning silently.

Everything and everything is in it.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a scary smile.

"Spit it out!"

In an instant, the tentacles swimming inside the body stopped.

It felt a great terror.

From instinct, from the depths of the soul.

will die!will die!will die!

Its remaining wit kept sending out warning signs.

That kind of death is by no means a physical demise, but a deeper, conceptual erasure.

The so-called [immortality] is nothing but a joke in the face of this kind of erasure.

Driven by instinct, the tentacle silently returned the blood it had absorbed.

Then, it automatically emerged from Yu Gonglang's fingertips.

pat!

The small tentacle fell to the table, motionless.

It's like pretending to be dead.

(End of this chapter)