Weird Tokyo, I am the master of strange stories

Chapter 5 The realm of ghost stories

The light dimmed at some point.

The wall skin peeled off, and mottled mold stains clung to it.

There was a strong rancid smell in the air.

Most of the students in the atrium had eyes blank and lifeless, wandering around like dolls.

Ishikawa Yuki wants to cry but has no tears.

But after all, she had experienced it once, and she quickly calmed down, swallowed her saliva, and asked with difficulty: "What is the Ghost Story Realm?"

Yu Gonglang has always been very patient when dealing with his customers, explained.

"To put it simply, the realm of ghost stories is the area where ghost stories are formed. It is between reality and illusion. You can also call it the 'other world', 'different space', 'mind labyrinth' according to your own preferences..."

"Transfer student, what are you talking about?"

"A weird story? It's just something to deceive children! Do you really believe it?"

At this time, Daisuke Tasaki in front of him was already very impatient. He had always disliked this transfer student with all kinds of misdemeanors, but now the other party dared to ignore him and challenge his authority as a teacher, and his tone was even worse.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Listen carefully, if I see you pestering Ishikawa-san again..."

His voice came to an abrupt end.

Because, Yu Gonglang drew out the bloody demon sword.

"Knife! You actually carry a knife with you!?"

Daisuke Tasaki's expression was one of shock and horror, but the next moment he sneered: "Maybe it's just a toy to scare people, right?"

The speed of face-changing is amazing.

"Oh, you dare to threaten the teacher. It seems you really want to drop out of school! I will report to the principal's office right now..."

laugh!
Bleeding!
Daisuke Tasaki's right arm was broken, fell off his shoulder, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Like a piece of mud.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Hand...my hand!!!"

Daisuke Tasaki suddenly screamed like a slaughtering pig and covered the wound on his right arm with his left hand, trying to stop the gurgling blood.

The originally handsome face was twisted into a ball, looking hideous and ugly, with no grace at all.

"Uncle, you are very noisy."

Yu Gonglang said coldly: "If you scream again, I will chop off your head."

His tone was so cold that everyone present could realize that the boy was definitely not joking.

But that plain expression seemed to be talking about something as insignificant as eating fried noodles for lunch.

The next moment, Daisuke Tasaki's screams stopped like a radio that suddenly lost power, and only a low whine came from his throat.

It makes people sigh with emotion at the power of human potential.

The human body is amazing, right?
Also drawn into this realm of weird stories were those nymphomaniac female students.

Seeing this bloody scene, without exception, their faces turned pale, their whole bodies trembled, and they looked at Yu Gonglang with horrified expressions, as if they were looking at a terrifying demon.

"You, how dare you?"

"Are you crazy!"

"Someone! Somebody!"

"Call the police!"

Someone turned on the phone, only to find that the signal disappeared at some point, and snowflake-like spots appeared on the phone screen from time to time.

Another girl grabbed the male classmate next to her and said anxiously: "Help, send Mr. Tasaki to the infirmary quickly."

The boy slowly turned his head, his empty eyes unfocused, staring at her silently.

The girl was shocked by the sight: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Say something."

Suddenly, the boy's mouth curved upward and he murmured.

"Stay...stay..."

His words seemed to trigger a switch, and the puppet-like students around them all cast their empty and strange gazes on these outsiders who had mistakenly entered this place, showing strange smiles.

"Stay...stay..."

The murmurs gathered together, giving people an indescribable sense of fear.

Only then did the girls realize that the current environment was abnormal, and they all opened their eyes wide with fear.

The timid girl couldn't help but scream.

"What the hell is going on? A prank, a TV show, a dream? This can't be real!"

The horror in this realm of ghost stories not only lies in the sight, but also comes from the soul, as if the soul is gripped by something.

There is an oppressive feeling of impending death.

"This place is definitely not normal!"

A girl collapsed and shouted: "Escape! I want to escape!"

She bolted toward the hallway.

A moment later, there was an extremely shrill scream, and then there was no sound again, making the scalps of the remaining people numb.

In this chaotic situation, Yu Gonglang seemed to be in another world.

He gently stroked the Demon Sword and comforted him.

"Yeah, I know, that guy's blood stinks so much."

"How can I let Xiao Xinzhan eat such scum?"

One person, one sword, and the years will be peaceful.

Ishikawa Yuki's teeth were chattering.

I'm so stupid, really.

Fortunately, I thought for a moment that he was an ordinary high school student!
Judging from the sharpness of the knife, he was a ruthless man who could kill without batting an eyelid!

But in the current situation, only this kind of person feels safe.

Ishikawa Yuki asked cautiously: "The pure white demon shadow is also in this ghost story realm?"

"To be precise, this strange realm was formed by the pure white demonic shadow."

While wiping the knife, Yu Gonglang explained casually: "Different ghost stories will form different ghost story domains, and the coverage areas are also different. The more powerful the ghost story, the larger and more dangerous the ghost story domain will be."

Some of these theories were summed up by himself, and the other part came from a mysterious online forum.

Although Yu Gonglang didn't go to school seriously, he had seen enough "things that people would see as extraordinary" and had Teacher Fox's teachings, so he could naturally deduce some information by analogy.

Ishikawa Yuki looked at the puppet-like students.

"Then they..."

Yu Gonglang replied: "Of course they are not living people, they are just projections of real people in the realm of ghost stories."

Ishikawa Yuki thoughtfully said: "Projection..."

At this moment, Daisuke Tasaki, who had broken an arm, also recognized the current situation and realized that this was no longer a school where he could dominate, and the longer he stayed here, the more dangerous he would be.

He gritted his teeth and said to Yu Gonglang: "Han Gonglang, I was wrong!"

"Please, take me out of here, I'll do whatever you want!"

Yu Gonglang chuckled and said: "Being arrogant at the front and respectful at the back, thinking about it makes people laugh."

Daisuke Tasaki was stunned and didn't understand.

Yu Gonglang said: "I mean, uncle, let me see your sincerity first, right?"

"Sincerity? Yes, yes, sincerity!"

Daisuke Tagaki was an adult after all, and he immediately understood the subtext of Hanomiya Rang. He took out a leather wallet from his pocket and was about to take out the banknotes with his right hand, but the feeling of emptiness reminded him that he had become a disabled person.

A trace of deeply hidden resentment flashed in Daisuke Tasaki's eyes.

'Little beast, when I get out of this hellish place, I will pay you back twice as much! '

He had no intention of reconciling with Yu Gonglang. Instead, he planned to settle matters with Yu Gonglangxu and Wei She first, and then settle the matter together after he left.

As long as he escapes from this ghost place, he has a thousand ways to make this guy's life worse than death!
Yu Gonglang took the wallet, weighed it, and showed a satisfied smile.

Not bad, not bad, he is a fat sheep.

Although Japan's mobile payment technology is quite mature, for various reasons, people are still used to carrying cash. In China in the previous life, not many people would carry wallets with them. This is a primitive way of "making money" It is also inappropriate.

Yu Gonglang turned to Ishikawa Yuki and said: "Let me tell you another practical little knowledge."

"In the realm of ghost stories, some things that were originally invisible to ordinary people will gradually appear."

"It looks like this demon sword, and it looks like..."

"The two senior sisters behind uncle."

　Ask for recommendation, ask for collection!

　　


(End of this chapter)