Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 18 An Yuan alone

This day’s dream.

Yu Gonglang continued to dive into the deep sea.

There seemed to be invisible water pressure coming.

The light was gradually swallowed up and became dim.

In the dark deep sea, there seemed to be many existences similar to him but different from him, swimming among them, sometimes casting cold gazes.

But at the same time, more and more threads flowed in from all directions.

The power derived from people's cognition is becoming a part of him.

Among the silk threads, there are also some that are tougher, thicker and longer.

Cognition is not only about quantity, but also about quality.

Take the Demon Sword Heart Slash as an example. Its legend is not very widespread, but within the Hanomiya family, it has been enshrined for generations. There is no doubt about its past, which has given it extraordinary qualities and solidified it.

These thicker, tougher threads represent stronger emotions.

Now, when he touched one of them, a faint murmur sounded in Yu Gonglang's ears.

"Help me, bloody swordsman..."
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wake up.

Yu Gonglang opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling in front of him.

A pale and rotten hand was hanging on it, carefully groping for something.

Yu Gonglang turned a blind eye to this scene.

With a thought, the panel appeared.

[Blood-clothed Swordsman (75%)]

Over the course of one night, the progress bar increased again.

This is much faster than Yu Gonglang expected. After all, the cognitive power provided by this small group of students participating in the art exhibition is relatively limited. Logically speaking, it should not grow so fast.

"Could it be...that something happened that I don't know about?"

Yu Gonglang touched his chin and suddenly remembered the murmur he heard in his dream last night.

For some reason, he unexpectedly felt that the voice sounded familiar.

"Is there any connection between the two?"

On this day, An Yuan alone did not come to school.

However, except for a very few people in the class, almost no one cared about this little thing.

After all, he was originally a little transparent in the class. Except for handing in homework, group activities, and cleaning, he basically didn't exist.

Of course, Hagong Lang noticed this and sent a message on LINE.

It's a pity that the message fell into the sea and there was no reply.

Yu Gonglang guessed that he might have encountered some trouble.

But the two of them just exchanged a few words, they are not even friends after visiting an art exhibition.

It seemed inappropriate to intervene rashly.
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three days later.

A dilapidated and low-rise house is under construction.

An Yuan put the last piece of clothing into the suitcase alone, closed the lid, and murmured to himself with a look of perseverance on his still red and swollen cheeks.

"It's time to get it over with!"

He has already decided that today he will completely break up with his father and move out of this house.

An Yuandu's character is withdrawn and a bit cowardly, but he still has some toughness in his bones.

After that night, he thought for a long time and finally came to a conclusion.

There was never any savior.

Instead of relying on campus rumors that may not exist at all, it is better to rely on your own strength to break free from this prison!
For An Yuandu, making this decision took all his courage.

As for why An Yuandu hasn't left yet.

It's because... that man, after all, is his father.

In fact, his former father was not such an alcoholic and decadent gambler. He was also patient, gentle, and had a generous figure. He was the object of An Yuan's admiration when he was young.

However, he changed after being fired from the company due to an accident.

He started drinking, started taking money from the house, and started insulting his mother.

Quarrel has become the main theme of this family.

My mother also seemed to be unable to bear such treatment. She often left early and returned late, and once brought a strange uncle home.

She said to An Yuandu: "Xiaodu is a good boy, don't tell dad about this."

An Yuandu is willing to be a good boy as long as his mother remains by his side.

However, one day after that, my mother never came back.

The family's remaining money was also taken away.

When his father learned about this, he was naturally furious and vented his anger on An Yuandu.

As a result, beatings and scoldings became a common occurrence for An Yuandu. He became increasingly withdrawn in school, rarely communicating with others and having no friends. He was like a wounded cub, carefully hiding his wounds and licking them secretly.

But when he was not drinking, his father could vaguely see the shadow of a long time ago. He would cook for him and borrow money for him to go to school.

Once, after his father beat An Yuan Du, he suddenly broke down and cried, hugging him and saying.

"Xiao Du, I'm sorry, dad is useless..."

"Dad, you are the only one left..."

Because of this, even though An Yuan Du had thought of moving away in the past, he never took action.

Only this time it's different.

Recently, his father's behavior has become more and more serious, and An Yuandu can no longer bear it.

At this time, An Yuan looked down at his phone.

An Yuandu sent a text message to his father before, saying that he had money to give him.

Based on his understanding of the man, he had not gone out to drink or gamble yet, and could barely communicate. And after seeing this kind of information, his father would definitely come back as quickly as possible.

An Yuandu didn't lie, he did prepare a sum of money, which was his savings from being a video blogger over the years.

Giving this money to that man was a way of repaying the kindness of raising him in the early years.

But today... it seems that my father came back a little late?
Waited for another ten minutes.

click!

The key was inserted into the door and turned slightly.

An Yuan took a deep breath and looked at the door.

"dad……"

"Oh? Are you the son of that old man?"

The people who walked in from the door were not An Yuandu's father, but four strong men with fierce looks on their faces.

The leading man was wearing a white suit and a red shirt. The two buttons on the shirt were deliberately unbuttoned. His eyes did not conceal his malice. He glanced around and said disgustedly.

"How much is this shabby house worth?"

Extreme!

An Yuan alone trembled in his heart.

Obviously, these people in front of you are the real masters!
But why did they come to the door?

For some unknown reason, the Yakuza in this world have not been suppressed to pieces like Ha Gong Rang in his previous life. Instead, they retain considerable power and are active underground in Tokyo.

An Yuan asked tremblingly, "What do you want to do?"

"Hahaha, don't you understand?"

The man in the white suit laughed and said: "Your bastard father lost a bet and owed a large sum of money. Our eldest brother had already given him a break for a few days, but he still dared to gamble. This time he lost even more miserably. He I can’t afford to lose even if I sell it.”

"Now, this house has been mortgaged to us."

A bunch of keys were thrown around casually in the white suit's hand, which were obviously given to him by his father.

An Yuan lowered his head and dragged his suitcase towards the door: "I understand, then I'll leave now."

Two strong men blocked his way.

The white suit walked up to An Yuandu and punched him in the stomach.

Under the severe pain, An Yuan arched his waist, trembled all over, and almost retched.

"Don't try to be clever."

The man in the white suit said with a smile: "I told you, that old guy owes a lot of money, and he can't even afford to pay for it if he sells himself."

"So, he didn't just sell the house."

"And sold you."

Anyuan is like falling into an ice cave.

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(End of this chapter)