An Infinite Journey From the Sea of ​​Stones

"The situation you said will not be true at all." Yunjuan said with a smile

"First of all, the ruling mechanism of mutual death is not part of 'hell', but only the rules of 'hell communication'."

"Secondly, even if this is the case, the trial mechanism of hell communication depends more on whether the other party's crime can reach one of the three elements that form a curse. The torture after death is a summary of the overall error. The situation you mentioned may happen. But if the crime of the other party cannot be established with the curse of your resentment, then the condition of dying together cannot be achieved at all."

"What's more, the judgment after death is only for sin. If a person has faith in himself, why would he fear the judgment brought by sin? The first half of the night is just the beginning, and what these monsters do is actually the same as hell. The mechanism of communication is similar."

"...Then what if a person kills a few people in order to save more people!" Harada Police Department tremblingly asked

"Unfortunately, I can't achieve the ability to promote goodness for the time being." Yunjuan sighed and said regretfully

Punishment and Yang Shan are two different things. He can torture and punish the soul, but he can't really create a heaven to ascend the soul.

After all, in essence, the "hell" he created is only a mechanism for the soul to be tortured after death. There is not even a real hell. It was captured before ascension, and then the mechanism was triggered for torture.

After all, if he could really open up a world, he wouldn't add BB here.

What's more, it is much more difficult to create a 'heaven' than to create a 'hell' - it is extremely simple to make people fearful, and it can make people desire and yearn for something from the bottom of their hearts, and even regard it as a belief, And it is so hard to find anything that is willing to dedicate everything to this goal.

In this world, those who are willing to sacrifice everything for one thing and one belief are always the few among the few.

And it has to be admitted that Yunjuan hasn't figured out the situation of the soul'ascension' of people in this world until now.

It is still unknown whether they simply dissipated for the sake of spiritual quality or if they really became Buddhas and went to a certain western heaven and heaven. Of course, Yun Juan couldn't make efforts on this point-what if there is really a heaven in this world?What if there is a special natural extreme for soul circulation in this world?

Then he is doing something bad!

And in essence, what he did was not for the dead, but for the living—hell was never created for the dead to live in, but for the living to see.

His purpose is to warn the world of the living and maintain the fairness of the living by fictionalizing this terrifying afterlife world and its encounters.What the world after death should look like... He doesn't know, let alone how to create it.

"My purpose is to work hard for the justice of the dead and the justice of the living. I'm sorry that I can't do what you said."

The corner of Harada Police Department's mouth twitched slightly, he took a deep breath, and continued in a deep voice

"What about the scope? Where is the scope of the so-called punishment?"

"There is no scope." Yun Juan said lightly

"To be precise, the only criterion for triggering is the rule of 'causing harm to others with subjective consciousness', including physical and psychological aspects, which are equally covered in this scope."

"For example, Miss Aoyama's case, campus bullying. Go to Tokyo tonight to search for demons who torment souls. I'm afraid most of them will implement this rule."

"Are you going to kill someone just for campus bullying?!"

"No, no, the premise of being able to meet the standard of being killed is that you have done enough. If you don't meet the standard, you will only be punished." Yunjuan tilted his head and looked at the unbelievable Harada Police Department with a smile.

"You still don't seem to agree. Do you think that school bullying doesn't need to be put on the line? Yes, children are just ignorant and playful. When they grow up, they will repent when they grow up, right?"

"But Police Officer Harada, have you ever experienced school bullying? Have you really experienced that kind of despair?"

"How many of those school bullying children are poor? Many of them are even happier and richer than most people, but they still vent their violence and insults to those innocent people. Why? No reason."

"But when the student's life is turned over, these bullies will continue their bright career, put their bullying past behind them, but what about the people they bullied?"

"Some of them can get out of this shadow, while some will continue to wander in their own destroyed world."

"Of course you didn't care before, because retribution didn't exist at all, but now, let me tell you."

"In my world, there is only the difference between guilt and innocence. In hell, there are only two standards of being punished and not being punished."

Yunjuan leaned against Harada's ear and said softly

"Retribution, here we come."

"Okay, after wasting so much time, it's time to kick off the carnival tonight!"

Yunjuan stood up, ignored the Harada Police Department, looked at the group of monsters who seemed to wake up from a nightmare under the lingering black mist, raised his finger and said:

"Let's start hunting, my hell messengers!"

"Bring retribution and hell to every corner of this city!!!"

Driven by the false memories and thoughts distorted by fanatical beliefs, the monsters lingering in the black mist rushed out like wild horses.

But at this time, the Neon government, who found something wrong, finally sent a helicopter over. Under the beam of light cast from the angle of the helicopter, what we saw was a figure rushing into the bustling Tokyo night scene like billowing black smoke!

"Those... what are they?!"

The helicopter pilot stared at the strange shadows of the black mist in a daze. Even though they were surrounded by black mist, some of them were so eye-catching!

He is a man who believes in science.

But science cannot explain the human-headed wheel that rolls onward with inextinguishable flames! ! !

Science can't explain it even more. The flying lingers around the helicopter, that monster with a hideous face like a ghost and flapping black wings.

"Crow Tengu, it's Crow Tengu!!!"

Shocking screams resounded through the entire communication channel, and amidst the extremely terrified expression of the pilot, the terrifying Yatengu easily tore open the constricted side of the helicopter, as easily as tearing apart bread.

It reached in, and the pilot, whose heart was usurped by great fear, could hardly control the helicopter normally.

However, this Yatengu didn't attack him.

He stretched out his hand, but the scarlet claws wrapped in billowing black mist 'grabbed' a pitch-black figure in the empty air beside the driver, like pulling out a black cloud from the pocket of air. Huhu Eraser.

Under the wrapping of the billowing black mist, the figure that was pulled out was undoubtedly a human figure, wearing a driving uniform similar to that of the driver, but the face and appearance were completely distorted that would only appear in the scariest horror movies attitude!

"Qiancun~~~~~~~"

What came out of this terrifying and distorted monster was actually his own name. Under Yatengu's claws that grabbed him, the thick black mist wrapped him as if he had become an entity!

But the terrifying Yatengu didn't give him a chance to stay, it just grabbed him, ignored the scared pilot, and flew away in the wind!

"He...he is Zhishu!!!"

Under the urgent voice of the chief officer on the communication channel next to his ear, the driver just lost his mind and murmured

"It's Zhishu, he... came back for revenge!"

......

The plastic night is approaching, and evil spirits are rampant.

A thousand monsters may seem like a lot, but if they are scattered throughout the entire Tokyo area, they will be like a drop in the ocean.

Of course, Yunjuan knew this. If only these thousand demons were allowed to carry out their missions, even at dawn it would not be enough to clean up even one-tenth of the targets in the Tokyo area.

These thousand monsters are the prelude, and the dance of the black mist will gradually spread with the formation of the strange.

Then the first step is to make the whole of Tokyo, and the whole of Neon, aware of the arrival of Hyakki Yako.

Speaking of the busiest street in Tokyo, there are many answers, but the one with the largest number is Kabukicho.

This is one of the entertainment centers in Tokyo.Movie theaters, video game dance halls, bars, etc., from late night to dawn, there are endless crowds. It is a standard city that never sleeps, and it is also the largest red light district in the world.

The disheveled office workers with girls in their arms walked by, their faces full of nervousness, and the high school students who wanted to experience the first time here walked close to the wall with their heads bowed. There were foreign tourists walking here, and there was even a special event. The performance show of the oiran parade.

A glamorous oiran dressed in this gorgeous twelve-single kimono, high clogs, and swinging a huge oiran step, under the paper umbrellas of the surrounding girls, looks like Yoshihara in the Edo period. The ancient oiran walking along the flower street.

This gorgeous and retro performance naturally attracted the attention of many people. They raised their mobile phones to take pictures, and the beauty of the oiran and the girl seemed to shine in their hearts.

"It's the way of the oiran! It's so beautiful!!!"

"Is there this performance today? But the degree of restoration is so high!"

But the only fly in the ointment is that the faces of the oiran and the wandering girl are covered with a white cloth scarf with strange symbols painted on it with red paint.

But even so, what came out from under the cloth scarf seemed to have a gorgeous beauty.

The crowd involuntarily followed the parading team, but no one noticed that the number of wandering girls around the oiran was quietly increasing.

The procession marched far, far forward until suddenly they stopped.

"Mister over there, please come here."

Under the cloth scarf of the oiran, there was an extremely pleasant voice. She pointed at it, and a handsome cowherd surrounded by the teams on both sides pointed at herself in disbelief, and then stepped forward with ecstasy and intoxication. .

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Takeno?"

"Ah, it's me!" The man replied in an extremely excited tone.

"Hehehehehe." A voice like a silver bell came from under the oiran's cloth scarf, and he stretched out his hand to hook the man named Takeno's chin. Under the extreme gazes of many men around him, he seemed to be in a fairyland

"Mr. Takeno, do you really remember Sayuri? Of course you don't, but it doesn't matter, you are hers tonight..."

The oiran let go of his hand lightly, but the strange thing was that the man named Takeno was still slowly floating in mid-air. Looking closely, it was the golden-red cloth on the oiran's body that wrapped him up and suspended him in mid-air middle.

A wandering girl beside the oiran stepped forward and hugged Takeno gently. Amid the exciting and refreshing fragrance, the wandering girl untied her cloth scarf

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

The joy of an affair turned into extreme panic in an instant, just because as the cloth scarf was taken off, the rising black mist enveloped its figure, and what was revealed was not a graceful female body at all!

The one below is simply a female corpse swollen with blisters, full of maggots and plankton, opening its disgusting huge mouth, greedily hugging the screaming Takeno!

"Together forever, Takeno-san."

No matter how much Zhuye wailed and screamed, his body was bit by bit rubbed into the horrible female corpse. This horrifying scene instantly woke up countless people who were watching the oiran road and fled screaming!

However, no matter how they escape, no matter which direction they go, they can still see the team in the Huakui Road.

More and more wandering girls participated in the parade, and more and more people were entangled by the golden-red cloth extending from the oiran's body like tentacles, and then threw it to one of the wandering girls.

"Remember our agreement? We are going to be a family, Nemoto-kun."

"This is your child, Yuto-kun!"

"We agreed to be together, this time we can't just disappear suddenly..."

Countless creepy confessions resounded in this bustling flower street, and countless ungodly people were dragged into the abyss of torture by the wandering girl's ghost. This most prosperous flower street has fallen into the hell of love at this moment!

This place blocked the departure of others, but it was the only one that didn't block the transmission of the signal. One after another, the horrific pictures spread all over the world with the satellites!

And the oiran in the center is just walking the oiran step, exuding a faint black mist to endow more grievances to the entity, faintly said

"Love is evil..."

26. Curse of Resentment

In Kaisei Academy in Tokyo, even though it has entered the night at 22:[-], the school is still brightly lit

But this is not to say that the students here are studying and reviewing at night. Many of the students gathered in this high school are not even students of this school.

They were all caught here.

Maybe it's in the box of KTV, maybe it's in sleep, maybe it's in someone's bed.

Riding the night and the curse, across the other side of the mirror, they were caught in this school and gathered together.

These people include men and women, young and old. The older ones may be in their 40s, while the younger ones may only be in their twenties.

They were caught here, to the familiar yet unfamiliar classroom, to this building that was closed and unable to get out.

What is waiting for them?

It's a series of...games.

"Come~~play~~let's~"

The lights in the dark corridor flickered, and from the dark end of the corridor came the drawn-out childish voice.

Several male and female students screamed and ran across the other end of the corridor, but they turned a corner and returned to the starting point.

Behind, in the shadows illuminated by the lights, stands the shadow of a boy, slapping the ball with his hands.

Every time the light in the corridor came on, it advanced one light, and the closer they got, they finally saw clearly what the boy was playing with!

The one that was shot flying up and down was a head with a distorted and hideous expression that could not rest in peace!

Screams of infinite fear filled the night sky in the middle of the night, but games after games were played non-stop in this school.

There is hide-and-seek where you can only hide in the toilet cubicle, there is a game where you draw words on your face with a knife, there is a game where you take off your shoes and walk through a road full of thumbtacks...

What is spreading in this school is the disaster of resentful spirits.

These vengeful spirits summoned by demons linger in the black mist that gives them the ability to retain reality, and every vengeful spirit here is a person who suffered severe campus bullying during his lifetime.

Those who were arrested were naturally those who had participated in bullying.

Some of them are now good people, and some are even well-respected university professors, or well-known good people, and there is even a congressman among them.

But... none of that matters.