tokyo creator

Chapter 281 Red Bean Puree

When he came to the corridor, Qingyang realized that there was always some uncomfortable and strange smell permeating this building.

However, when they were standing in the living room with floor-to-ceiling windows open and ventilated to the courtyard, the smell was not that obvious.

But once inside the enclosed corridor, the smell can no longer be ignored.

When we went up the stairs to the second floor, the smell suddenly became hundreds of times stronger, changing from "uncomfortable" to "disgusting", as if it had replaced all the normal air on the second floor, making Qing Qing I almost vomited it out.

And when his eyes adapted to the dark light on the second floor and saw the scene in front of him clearly, Qing Xing's face turned pale and he had a bad association.

Whether it was at the end of the corridor or in the rooms on both sides, it seemed that all the curtains were tightly covered, and the light-blocking fabrics only let in extremely weak external light.

In the large darkness caused by this, broken clothes, broken furniture, broken daily necessities, and countless large and small debris were piled up irregularly.The paper doors on both sides of the corridor were broken, smashed, and torn one by one... The whole scene seemed to record the occurrence of a fierce conflict.

In this house, the first floor was so ordinary, warm and orderly, but the corridor on the second floor suddenly turned into a dark battlefield that had experienced a brutal fight.

In sharp contrast, it seems as if the stairs leading to the second floor are some kind of space transfer device.

What makes Qing Xing even more unable to take his eyes away is the large area of ​​"dark red" covering the entire dark scene.

Whether it was clothing, furniture or paper doors, patches of dark red covered everything irregularly, like some kind of filter covering directly in front of his eyes.

After his brain worked sluggishly for a moment, Qingxing suddenly realized that it was blood.

But the next related conclusion appeared as fast as lightning.

——That strange smell is the smell of blood.

Although he had never had a chance to smell it before, he knew now that the smell was blood.

A smell that would linger in a place like a slaughterhouse.

At the same time that he had this idea, Qing Xing was originally sitting on the pile of debris, instinctively trying to identify the prototypes of certain fragments.

In an instant, the first thought of "wanting to see clearly" strongly conflicted with the sudden surge of thought of "don't look!"

After a while, Qing Xing got rid of the feeling of unconscious thoughts and started breathing heavily.

...He finally saw the pile of garbage clearly.But fortunately, the result is - great, there is nothing suspicious of human body in it.

While Qing Xing was struggling whether to continue to look at the other rubbish around him, Hui Yuanchu's expression remained unchanged, and he walked forward like a stroll in the courtyard.

He walked straight through the corridor, then stopped in front of the broken paper door corresponding to the second room, and turned to look at Qing Xing.

Forced by his calm gaze, Qing Xing walked over obediently and stood side by side with him.

Just standing at the door, Qingxing jumped out a thought: ... the bloody smell is even stronger.

But the inside of the house is much cleaner and tidier than the outside.The whole room was empty except for a pile of unknown objects covered with plastic sheets in front of the shrine set up against the wall in the center.

Qing Xing's breathing became rapid again.

The blood stains on the tatami floor...were different from those outside.

Not spills, but "drag marks."

Several bright red drag marks extended from his feet to the front of the shrine, under the pile of things covered with plastic sheets.

"Go and take a look?" Hui Yuanchu said softly.

Qing Xing opened his mouth, but couldn't take any steps.

Hui Yuanchu did not force him, but walked forward by himself.He walked to the pile of unknown objects in a few steps, then squatted down, and reached out to pick up a corner of the plastic sheet.

"Don't-" Qingxing exclaimed instinctively.

But Hui Yuanchu stood up suddenly and suddenly opened the plastic sheet with a "swish" sound.

"Boom" - the real smell of blood rolled out.

Along with the smell, what caught Qing Xing's sight, which was caught off guard, were large pieces of chopped human body parts, and red, white, yellow, and black semi-solidified overflowing tissues.

Under the strong impact, Qing Xing felt that his whole body was numb.

After a while, the stomach was the first to react and began to vomit strongly——

But the next moment, the thing that rose up in his throat and almost jumped out of his chest was Qing Xing's heart.Hui Yuanchu was still holding the plastic sheet in one hand and looked back at him, frowning as if he wanted to say something.

But at that moment, a red and white figure with disheveled hair and a ghost face suddenly burst out of the paper door of the room next to him, raised the sharp blade in his hand high, and pounced on Hui Yuanchu's back.

"Little——" Qingxing only had time to shout out one word, but he got stuck in an instant.

He stared into Hui Yuanchu's pupils and looked at the reflection. Behind him, a ghost-faced priest dressed in a black hat and hunting clothes emerged from the darkness. He was holding up his shiny ribs, ready to chop them down.

There was a strong wind behind his head.

Qing Xing didn't have time to turn around, he just screamed and rushed forward desperately.

With a "thud" sound, the katana flew through the air and hit the floor.

Qing Xing cried out instinctively and continued to roll and crawl in a desperate attempt to escape. However, he was kicked hard from behind, and his shoulder hit a pillar in the room and was bounced away.

He rolled on the ground a few more times, and just as he raised his upper body, the priest wearing a ghost face had already rushed over, sat directly on him, and at the same time stabbed him condescendingly with the rib in his hand again. Come down.

At the moment of life and death, Qing Xing burst out with unprecedented power.

He howled, suddenly reaching out and grabbing the priest's wrist tightly, instantly stopping the stabbing force of the blade.

Then, there is the stalemate with life as the bet.

The roar of the ghost-faced witch who was fighting Haiyuanchu echoed in his ears. Qingxing felt extremely tortured, and he didn't even have the energy to think.There were only a few thoughts running through his mind - the increasingly heavy arms, the invisible stinging pain in his throat, and the large, dazzling blood stains on the opponent's white hunting coat.

Just when he was about to despair, Qing Xing suddenly realized that the sound of fighting beside him had disappeared.

The next moment, the priest in front of him suddenly disappeared.

——No, it was knocked away from him in an instant.

There was a sudden lightness on his body, and Qing Xing stayed for a moment before sitting up.

He stared blankly at the Ghost-faced Priest groaning at the side, staggeringly just standing up again.

And what was approaching him was Hui Yuanchu, who was unharmed.

Hui Yuanchu had a leisurely look on his face and walked slowly in front of him... Then, he waved the weapon in his hand from the darkness behind him and hit the priest.

And when Hui Yuan initially waved his hand, the "weapon" gradually appeared from the darkness in a larger and larger figure. Qing Xing, who saw this scene clearly, held his breath for an instant.

- is a person.

It was the ghost-faced witch who had just stabbed Hui Yuanchu with a knife, but now her life and death were unknown.

As if waving a small support flag, Hui Yuanchu grabbed the ankle of the ghost-faced witch who had no instinctive reaction, used a 40kg human body as a weapon, and swung it towards the ghost-faced priest.

With a series of loud noises, the Ghost-faced Priest and the Ghost-faced Miko were like bowling balls that were knocked away, flying sideways and crashing into the broken human bodies under the pile of plastic sheets.

The living, the dead.

The flesh and blood of the dead is like mire.

But the living groan, twitch, and writhe in it,
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, mixed together.

Looking at this hellish scene, Qing Xing covered his mouth again and stepped back.

——But Hui Yuanchu suddenly turned to look at him.

Under Hui Yuanchu's calm but stressful gaze, Qing Xing's feet seemed to be frozen in place, unable to take even one step back.Driven by greater fear, he gritted his teeth and looked at the priest.

But with just two glances, Qing Xing really forgot about his fear, and just stared blankly at the priest's face revealed from under the ghost mask that fell off.

He really knows this guy.

"...from Fuku Shrine...Kobayashi Miyoshi?"

Then, the head of the deceased exposed under the ghost-faced priest made Kiyoyuki scream again: "——That is Miki Shibata of Waiki Shrine??"

"That's right, Tsuchimikado-kun." Hui Yuanchu continued to look at him and said, "Whether it's the living one or the dead one... these two people are the companions you are looking for and the original plan."

"As people who are 'in the situation', they can answer your questions... I helped you find them. Now, it's your turn to ask questions."

(End of this chapter)