Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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It's much smaller now.

After dodging the phantoms standing on the playground like a rally, Ejima Iya finally arrived at the back of the warehouse and saw the end of all the phantoms.

It was a dry well.

The dry well was sealed with cement, with heavy cement blocks plastered on top, like a giant plug.

Upon seeing the well, Ejima Iza shuddered again.

A dry well…a school… Countless bizarre scenarios flashed through his mind, such as Sadako crawling out of the well, and a centipede monster hiding at the bottom of the dry well…

Hmm... wait a minute, is this well like the one in Inuyasha, capable of time travel?

As Ejima Iya thought about this inappropriately, he slowly approached.

Cigarette butts and trash were scattered around the dry well. Clearly, this was a place frequented by delinquent teenagers in the school. After all, it was a secluded and quiet place where no one usually came. Even cleaning was only done during major cleaning seasons.

Ejima Iya walked over, kicked the cigarette butts aside with some disgust, and stood there, wanting to observe what those phantoms were up to.

The phantoms came to the path behind the warehouse, each step slow and dawdling, until they slowly reached the well.

Ejima Izai discovered that the leader was actually a child.

The child was covered in bandages and wasn't wearing any clothes. He walked forward like a mummy, with some of the bandages on his face peeling off. His face was contorted in pain, making him look pitiful and heartbreaking.

Ejima Izai originally intended to sit and watch these phantoms slowly walk to the end, but after seeing the expression on the child phantom's face, he suddenly sighed.

Extending his skeletal hand, he decisively stepped forward and slapped the phantom child's head.

Then came the excruciating pain, as if my whole body was on fire.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

He couldn't help but roar, and instantly collapsed to his knees.

"Ugh, ugh..."

If I still had flesh and blood, I'd probably be covered in veins and my face would be flushed red, right?

Although he didn't know what had happened at the school, he subconsciously wanted to stop what was happening in front of him. Ejima Iya couldn't even figure out why he was still clinging to his values ​​as a human being; he just did it subconsciously.

Just like how even if you lose all your memories, you still remember that you are a doctor and a teacher?

He clung to the cement cover of the dry well and managed to stand up.

The phantoms showed no reaction to his actions, continuing their obsessive and determined march towards Ejima Izai.

One phantom after another walked in, and the alley behind the warehouse immediately became completely congested.

"No way..." Ejima Izai smiled wryly, "There are still so many..."

He shook his skull head, his jaws clicking: "Hahaha... It's alright, I can still hold on."

"How stupid of me," he cursed himself, then rolled up his sleeves.

"Take this, take my punch!" Despite some fear and cowardice, he still threw a punch.

He was then struck by excruciating pain and fell to the ground again.

Izayoi Ejima did it anyway, without knowing why he was doing it, or even what the situation was.

Whatever was in the dry well, in his mind, anything related to wells could not be good.

With this ridiculous and naive idea in mind, he got up from the ground again, lifted the hem of his white coat, and tossed it behind him.

"Come on! Souls... It should be souls, right? Let me, Kamen Rider—White—White Bone? Ah, how cringeworthy, forget it."

He clenched his fists: "Whoever I am, come on, I'm just a troublemaker, and I won't let you get any closer today!"

"This is a new pastime I've found while studying! Just consider me a masochist!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward again and threw a punch.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Then he fell to the ground again.

He lay on the ground, shook his head, wiped his forehead with his white coat, and then stood up unsteadily.

His mind was somewhat hazy and confused. The hatred and pain from these phantoms had all transferred to him, as if his soul itself had been shattered by this pain.

He slapped his skull-like cheek.

Since my bones are already broken, what does it matter?

"Keep going! You guys will be showing up tomorrow night too, right? Please, you absolutely have to show up, you're my only source of entertainment tonight!"

His voice trembled with pain, but he still managed to throw a punch.

"Ugh..."

With his back against the dry well and its cement cover, he did not fall this time.

The skeletal fingers were clicking and rattling on the cement seal.

In those empty eye sockets, a different kind of light seemed to slowly ignite, a light unlike the moonlight.

My save file crashed, so I spent the whole day slacking off, and there's even a new book recommendation.

I was busy for most of the day, but my computer crashed in the afternoon, and all the drafts from this morning were gone. I'll just slack off today.

By the way, my new book is ready and uploaded, so I'd like to recommend it to everyone.

Of course, I'm not a procrastinator, so I'll be writing two books simultaneously, updating them both at the same time. You can go and add them to your favorites and vote for them first, thank you!

Rush!

Chapter 75 Ringo before God, Wandering

The pitiful dead danced in the night, trembling all over, as if their souls were shaking in the storm and being kneaded into blurry and dissipating light and shadow.

He braced himself, making a laughable and comical clicking sound, and raised his fist high in the face of the phantoms that pressed down like mountains and seas.

His body turned deathly pale in the moonlight, becoming the same color as his white robe.

All of this was unknown to Dou Tang.

He sat in his room, his mind still filled with thoughts of Ryunosuke Kanakawa, Keisaki Kuroki, and Ryuuichi Kousaki, whom he had met that day.

Why did Ryunosuke Kanagawa survive?

After Dou Tang returned, he examined the corpse again. The charred body had nothing to prove its identity, and there was no trace of a soul. Just like the corpse in front of him and the cold freezer, it was a lifeless existence.

It was as if his soul had left his body and escaped to another place, even though Dou Tang couldn't intervene, or perhaps it had been snatched away by something in an instant.

He was captured? No, impossible. This world shouldn't have such power. The monsters or evil spirits in this world tend to express power directly, but regarding the essence of the soul... he's never encountered it before.

Dou Tang lay in bed, his thoughts wandering. It started to rain outside, and the raindrops made an annoying pattering sound as they hit the glass. The lights of Shibuya outside the window were shattered by the water on the glass, turning into mottled light and shadow flowing on the surface of each raindrop.

I gradually drifted off to sleep.

………………

As the rainstorm swept into the city, people hurried to avoid it, quickening their pace as they rushed home.

The homeless covered their heads with cardboard or newspapers, but they were quickly soaked. The newspapers were torn open by raindrops, and through the holes, one could see the gleaming glass curtain walls. The whole city was enveloped in the noisy sound of rain.

Everyone was in a hurry, and everyone was avoiding the rain.

Among the crowd was a girl in sportswear, her long black hair flowing freely, walking aimlessly step by step.

The flashing lights seemed like a terrifying monster as she slowly left the bustling street and arrived at the park.

The park bench was covered in water, but she didn't care. She sat down and tilted her head back.

The sky was gloomy and dark. Raindrops hit her like bullets, striking her face and even getting into her eyes, causing a slight sting. But she did not flinch, as if the raindrops on her face were the only way she could forget that she was crying.

Those tears were the pain of a world destroyed, constantly shattering her illusions as a priestess.

The vengeful spirits in the school, the evil souls sealed away, are all fake.

The killer was his own father. In order to fight against a certain being, he killed his best friend and used his bones to make a seal that was rejected by the gods.

She actually thought she was fighting against vengeful spirits, evil demons filled with hatred, and even considered herself a pure witch.

Her upbringing made her an upright and kind person. Those vengeful spirits should be worshipped and exorcised. They are souls that should not exist in the world. Their revenge is not allowed and their resentment is not recognized.

But if their deaths are tragedies in themselves, if they died under oppression and conspiracy, and their resentment is not eliminated even after death, causing them to return to this world with hatred and resentment.

He also had to help the guilty and drive away the vengeful spirits that came seeking revenge.

In that case, wouldn't I be aiding and abetting evil?

Exorcists who take money to do things for others, is that what they will become in the future?

Unable to accept or believe, they chose to escape.

"Hey, you idiot, is it fun to get soaked in the rain?"

A little girl's voice came from beside me, but she was speaking a language I couldn't understand; the only thing I could make out was Chinese.

She lowered her head, rain streaming down her face.

In front of him was a girl wearing a black cloak and raincoat, who looked younger than him and had a look on her face as if she were crazy.

Ringo looked puzzled. The girl frowned, realizing that she couldn't understand what she was saying at all, so she pointed to Ringo's chest and then to the sky.

Ringo still didn't understand. She clicked her tongue, took out a phone from inside her raincoat, opened a translation app, said a few words, and it was translated.

Why are you getting soaked in the rain? Don't you have a home to go home to?

Ringo Shinzen shook her head and forced a wry smile: "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl opposite him threw a plastic bag at him.

Ringo caught it, and the girl said using a translation app, "If you're homeless, come with me. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"Here's a raincoat, put it on."

"No, no need, I didn't..."

"Put it on."

Sensing the girl's defiance, Ringo reluctantly opened the plastic bag. Inside was a neatly folded disposable raincoat, clearly used, yet so carefully packed away, revealing the girl's financial straits.

Faced with such goodwill, Ringo Shinzen had no choice but to accept it.

After she put on her raincoat,

The woman nodded and asked using a translation app, "What's your name?"

"Ringo before the gods."

"Apple before the gods? That's a strange name."

“Rin-o-O-O-” Shin-chan Ringo carefully corrected: “When it’s a name, just call me Ringo.”

"Okay, Apple, my name is Lu Zijun."

Since the characters "路子君" have no actual meaning, the translation software did not translate them into Japanese.

Previously, when Ji Zizhen spoke to Jinqian Ringo, he used Japanese and his name was translated. Because of this interaction, Jinqian Ringo missed the opportunity to learn about the relationship between Ji Zizhen and Ji Zizhen.

"……never mind."

Following Lu Zijun, Ringo Shinzen arrived at a corner of the park, where she immediately spotted several tents clustered together, a homeless shelter built with corrugated boards and military green tarpaulins.

The short girl in front of me is actually a homeless person?

Lu Zijun arrived at the largest tent, reached out and pulled back the curtain, and warm air and laughter rushed out.

"Ah! Ziju is back!" someone called from inside the tent.

"I'm back, and I've brought a new one with me, a runaway idiot."

Upon hearing the translated words, Ringo Shinzen was somewhat unhappy, but she still obediently followed into the tent.

The tent was surprisingly spacious, considering it was a gathering place for homeless people. To have a place to shelter from the wind and rain and cook, the group pooled their money to buy a huge camping tent and set it up in the middle of the campsite.

To Ringo's surprise, the place where the homeless gathered was not as chaotic and dirty as she had imagined. There was not even any body odor, and a small incense burner in the corner was burning cheap but effective incense.

This is a group of people who, even though they are homeless, still live a good life.

Ringo Shinzen immediately came to this conclusion.

There was a stove in the middle of the tent, and everyone sat around it on stools made from various discarded boxes, warming themselves by the fire.

An elderly woman, around fifty years old, came up and smiled, her wrinkled face beaming. She helped Ringo Shinzen take off her raincoat and said gently, "Child, why are you so wet? You need to find shelter from the rain!"