Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 47 Yi Yan Ran Zun
"Damn it! It's something similar to the Kaidan Domain!"

Naoto Tamaki looked ugly and couldn't help but clenched his fists.

He has seen the Strange Eye Convention and naturally knows the weirdness of this kind of space.

The world in it can no longer be called reality. Everything will be arbitrarily distorted and changed. No matter how contrary to common sense, things may happen in the realm of ghost stories.

Naoto Tamaki asked suspiciously: "But why is there a strange talk domain here?"

Saito Ling thought for a moment, and suddenly realized something: "The religious order, religion, belief...that's how it is."

"What do you mean?"

At this juncture, Saito Aya had no intention of becoming the Riddler and explained directly.

"The cult uses propaganda and brainwashing methods to make believers believe in their 'gods', and then regularly hold certain rituals on a small scale to continuously deepen the connection between this belief and 'gods', thereby... to shape the gods! "

"Though they are few in number, they make up for it with an extremely strong faith."

"Essentially, this is no different from the formation of ghost stories, but the situation is more extreme."

Naoto Tamaki's eyes widened and he murmured: "Can it still be like this?"

"Will God really be created?"

Saito Aya said: "Yes, but that kind of existence is probably not a god, but just some kind of monster formed by the condensed cognition!"

"It's neither a god nor a trick. If you insist on saying it, it's just a weird story."

Naoto Tamaki thought of something else and asked: "Doesn't this mean that any sect can create gods? Why have I never heard of such a thing before?"

"It's not that simple. There may be some stringent conditions behind it that we don't know about."

"Besides, this would never have happened before."

Saito Aya looked at the shrine in front of her with a faint look: "This country, and even the world, are undergoing some strange changes, and we are in the midst of this wave."

"Tamaki Police Department, times have changed."

Naoto Tamaki kept these words in his heart silently, and now was not the time to think about longer-term issues.

Solving this strange realm and rescuing the police officers and hostages is the top priority.

Saito Aya asked: "Want to come?"

Naoto Tamaki nodded heavily: "Of course!"

At this moment, a panicked shout suddenly came from the headset.

"Wait, that dress? That person is..."

"It's the bloody swordsman!"

"He's here too!"

"Tamaki Police Department, what should we do now? Do we want to take action?"

Tamaki Naoto's heart skipped a beat and he turned around to look.

In the deep night, a figure in blood-clothed clothes was seen walking unhurriedly towards the shrine through the sight of many police officers.

The bloody clothes on his body seemed to be scarleter than before, and the blood knife on his waist flashed with an icy cold light.

Even the night has become a foil for him, as if he is a monster from another dimension, stepping into the world of mortals step by step from the unknown shadow.

There was obviously only one person on the other side, but the police officers present felt that they were alone!
"All personnel, standby!"

"Don't shoot, don't aim!"

Naoto Tamaki quickly ordered, while staring at the blood-clothed figure intently, and asked loudly.

"Blood-clothed Swordsman, are you here to execute those cultists?"

The blood-clothed swordsman did not speak.

He just walked towards the shrine in silence.

And at this time, Saito Ling's calm face showed strong emotional fluctuations for the first time, and she murmured shockingly: "That's the blood-clothed swordsman, really..."

The sharper the inspiration, the more things can be "seen".

As a psychic, he also glimpsed a corner of some indescribable scene.

He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

Naoto Tamaki silently watched the figure walk into the gray mist, finally feeling confident in his heart.

"Blood-clothed Swordsman, please..."

Although it is a bit ironic, now, the blood-clothed swordsman whom Naoto Tamaki had always disliked has become the savior in his eyes.

But that doesn’t matter!
If the blood-clothed swordsman asked him to kneel down before he was willing to take action, he would agree without hesitation. Compared with the lives of his colleagues and children, this little thing is insignificant.

In this world, only ghost stories can deal with ghost stories!

Afterwards, Naoto Tamaki continued to ask other police officers to stand by, and walked towards the gray fog with Saito Aya.

What the two didn't know was that just after they entered the shrine.

A purple-black light pierced the night sky.
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Yu Gonglang walked into the gray fog.

The scene around him changed unexpectedly.

The torii gate is originally the dividing line between the divine realm and the secular world.

But at this time, even the torii itself was festering and decaying, exuding an ominous aura.

The world inside may be more appropriately described as a "ghost realm".

The pair of fox statues under the torii became mutilated, one was torn apart, and the head of the other was missing, as if it had been eaten by something.

The fox has always been considered by the Japanese to be the messenger of the God Inari.

The fox master also said that he once received a white fox from Japan, and had a romantic one-night stand with him. The fox was the envoy of the God Inari.

It is obvious that this Inari Shrine has been occupied by other beings and turned into a place where evil gods are born.

Yu Gonglang looked farther away.

The gray fog here is much lighter and the visibility is not too low.

Therefore, we can see many simple and old houses standing silently in the gray fog, like nameless tombstones.

The style of these houses is extremely old and does not look like modern architecture at all.

Also, they have an extremely weird feel to them.

Both decadent and sacred.

The area of ​​the entire shrine has expanded at least dozens of times compared to before, turning it into a small town.

Yu Gonglang was thoughtful and thought to himself: "Is this the 'Kingdom of God' that those believers call it?"

When he was destroying the stronghold, he also wanted to capture one or two alive for questioning.

As a result, those Ji Dao who were supposed to be greedy for life and fearful of death behaved extraordinarily stubbornly and rushed forward shouting words such as "We will enter the Kingdom of God after we die" and "We will not die".

Obviously, most of the members of this organization have been brainwashed into crazy believers.

Words and communication have lost their meaning against such people.

However, Yu Gonglang was a little curious: "What kind of gods do they believe in?"

As his thoughts flashed, Yu Gonglang walked deeper into the shrine without stopping.

After getting closer to these houses, the smell of decay in the air became stronger and stronger, giving people the feeling that the entire Kaidan Realm was a corpse that was gradually decaying - and that he was walking in the internal organs of this corpse.

Yu Gonglang's eyes wandered and he saw a half-human-tall statue in the house.

It was a naked woman, but it didn't make anyone feel the slightest desire.

Because the carved body was highly decomposed, pale bones could be vaguely seen under the black and blue corpse spots, and countless maggots were emerging from the eye sockets, ribs, and mouth.

But even so, there was a calm and peaceful smile on the woman's face.

Rotten and peaceful.

Weird and holy.

Such contradictory temperaments actually exist in this statue at the same time, giving her a fascinating evil nature.

Suddenly, a shrill wail sounded in the gray fog not far away.

"Yi Ran Zun..."

(End of this chapter)