Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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"Since you've barged in on your own initiative, don't blame me for being impolite..." the brainless monk muttered to himself.

He glanced back at the room where the photographer was being held, sneered, and turned to walk out of the temple gate.

………………

Dou Tang once again entered a barrier of resentment, only to find that this barrier was abnormal.

It was a large village, though it was just a small village with only one main road, but the entire barrier stretched all the way into the distant mountains, which was extremely unusual.

The streets were deserted, not a soul in sight, while some buildings on either side were still ablaze with fire, the burning wood crackling and popping. Just as Dou Tang was observing his surroundings, an old house collapsed with a deafening roar, sending up a cloud of sparks and dust.

Apart from the rumble of the collapsing house and the crackling of burning wood, there was no other sound within the entire barrier; it was eerily quiet, reminding Dou Tang of the human head.

We've found the right place, but... where could Chinatsu Kume be?

Dou Tang stopped the car by the roadside, got out, and after thinking for a moment, decided to solve everything using the method he was best at and most direct.

He placed his hand next to the handlebars and pressed the horn button.

"Beep————"

The piercing sound of horns echoed through the streets, drowning out all other sounds and carrying far, far away.

The streets began to stir.

Dou Tang smiled, but his hands didn't stop; he continued honking the horn.

"Beep————"

The footsteps on the street quickened, and one after another, huge-headed zombies poked their heads out. Dou Tang also noticed that some buildings around him had opened their windows, and some normal people who were fleeing from the zombies were looking at him curiously.

Standing in the middle of the street, Dou Tang, dressed in a black trench coat and wearing a motorcycle helmet, exudes an aura of being able to hold off ten thousand men.

Dou Tang was quite satisfied as he watched the zombies constantly emerging from the street. It seemed that he had summoned all the zombies in this small village. However, upon closer inspection, he did not see Kume Chika among them.

She... at least has the talisman left by the goddess Ringo on her, so she should still be safe.

Dou Tang took a deep breath, raised his sword, and walked towards the corpse in front of him.

Chapter 149 Entering the game

Dou Tang walked slowly forward, and in front of him was a street full of large-headed corpses.

The corpses, just standing there, seemed to emanate a palpable sense of resentment and hatred as they rushed towards Dou Tang. Looking at those faces, etched with pain and torment, Dou Tang felt a surge of anger rising within him.

That brainless monk I clearly killed last time has caused such an incident again... We must eradicate evil completely. If we cannot completely kill the brainless monk, how many more such heinous incidents will occur?

Dou Tang tightened his helmet, using it to conceal his identity from the onlookers.

As for whether I'll get filmed for making a move in front of these people... is that my fault? Even if it is filmed, ultimately it's the Exorcist Association's fault for not handling things properly. How can we blame Dou Tang, who handled the situation so promptly, for such a serious and massive riot that happened so close to Tokyo?

Dou Tang, his face contorted with rage beneath his helmet, his eyes filled with murderous intent, charged toward the corpse.

The people hiding in the buildings on both sides reacted differently upon seeing this. Some held their breath, some closed their eyes in fear, and some even took out their phones to record the scene in front of them, whether Dou Tang was torn apart by the corpse man or the corpse man was killed by Dou Tang.

Dou Tang swiped his longsword across his sleeve, listened to the faint vibration of the blade brushing against the fabric, sighed, and flipped his wrist to meet the outstretched hand of the large-headed corpse.

"bass!"

The sword I hold today is sharper and more comfortable to use than the last one.

The corpse's head flew into the air, and a dim, dark brain fell from its fragile flesh to the ground.

The corpses roared and their incredibly strong arms reached out to grab Dou Tang. Dou Tang was caught off guard and his sleeve was grabbed.

But he turned around in anger, swung his longsword around, and severed the evil spirit's arm.

Then, with another sword strike, the corpse's head was cleaved in two from the middle, and the black brain, now split in two, immediately burst into pus.

At that moment, a mournful wail suddenly came from the building next door: "Father...!"

Dou Tang ignored them completely. He didn't care whose relatives or friends these corpses had been. All he had to do now was kill them all!

Tyrannical, vicious, and cruel! Dou Tang charged into the horde of corpses like a bloodthirsty tiger, his longsword transforming into sharp claws, slaughtering every single one of those who stood in his way.

Uncorrupted blood, filthy pus, and viscous ash formed from brain matter... In an instant, limbs mixed with fluids shot into the sky, and Dou Tang walked through them without getting a single drop of dirt on him.

With a swift movement of his sword, screams and wails erupted from the surrounding buildings, even more deafening than the dying whispers of the corpses.

………………

Kume Chinatsu woke up.

Although she felt like she had slept for a long time, she looked at her watch and realized it had only been a few tens of minutes.

She glanced at Tsukishima beside her; Tsukishima was still fast asleep. So Kume Chinatsu quietly got up and looked around again. By the dim light of her phone, she finally realized that the photographer was gone.

Puzzled, Chinatsu Kume got up from the tatami mat and walked towards the door. She noticed that the light in the opposite room was still on, so she frowned.

She pushed open the door, carefully holding the talisman in her hand, and walked into the courtyard.

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, she felt a burning heat in her hand and reflexively let go.

One of the talismans burst into flames, fell to the ground and turned to ashes, while the other talismans shimmered and floated in the air before suddenly sticking to Kume Chinatsu's hand.

She remembered very clearly the talisman that spontaneously combusted without fire; it was a talisman used to detect resentment.

Is there resentment in this temple?

Chinatsu Kume looked around. The temple was still quiet, without even the chirping of birds or insects. The silence was so profound that it was somewhat unsettling.

Yes, that's definitely not normal! No wonder I've been feeling something was off! It's not even winter yet, how come there aren't even any birds in the forest?!

Upon realizing this, Chinatsu Kume broke out in a cold sweat and nervously walked toward the lit room in the distance.

There was no sound from either of the two rooms. The door to the room on the right was half-open. Kume Chinatsu slowly moved forward, holding her breath, and walked towards the door, staring intently into the room.

Peeking through the crack in the door, the room was empty, but a pungent stench wafted out, causing Chinatsu Kume to gag twice.

Why does it smell so bad...? What happened?

Kume Chika mustered her courage and pushed open the door, but was suddenly startled.

Inside the room, although it was similar to the place where the three of them lived, everything in front of them was too... chaotic.

The floor of the room was covered in filth, the white plaster on the walls had turned black, and it seemed to have been smeared with blood and pus. There was even a pool of fresh pus on the floor emitting a strong stench.

This is absolutely not a place for people to live!

The monk said his sister lived here... How is that possible?!

Kume Chinatsu suddenly took a few steps back, driven by fear, and kept a safe distance from the door.

Then she looked at another room that was lit up.

The photographer has disappeared... The room is still in this terrible state, and the monk and the so-called sister have vanished without a trace... What on earth happened here?

Chinatsu Kume looked down at the still glowing talisman in her hand, realizing that what she had prepared had actually come in handy.

Excitement, but also fear.

The excitement stemmed from experiencing evil spirits firsthand once again. From the white coat that could control people at school to the powerful and indescribable Fall Guys, Chinatsu Kume's journey was driven by her thirst for knowledge and curiosity.

Fear is a natural human emotion; any ordinary person would feel fear in such a situation. But at the same time, a desire to resolve the matter also took root in Chinatsu Kume's heart.

She pulled out several more talismans from her bosom and slapped them all over her hands. Her hands emitted a bright, warm yellow light, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

She took a deep breath, cheered herself on, and then walked to another room, bravely pushing open the door.

Inside, the chandelier emitting a warm glow swayed gently in the breeze as the door opened. The scene was no different from the other rooms, but much cleaner.

On the tatami mat lay a person, and Kume Chinatsu recognized him as the missing photographer.

Chinatsu Kume looked delighted and stepped forward, wanting to wake the photographer.

Unexpectedly, the moment the talisman touched the photographer's body, it crackled and popped, and one of the talismans burned to ashes.

Chinatsu Kume's expression immediately turned serious, and she took a step back with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

The photographer also woke up as a result. His eyes widened, and he sat up abruptly, staring intently at Chinatsu Kume in front of him, his eyes devoid of any emotion, like a cold, lifeless object.

Chapter 150 Your idol is terrifying!

Those eyes were dull and lifeless, like artificial eyes sculpted from some kind of colloid, devoid of life and exuding an eerie quality.

Chinatsu Kume immediately held her breath. The photographer's strange appearance made her feel uneasy, and she withdrew her outstretched hand, clenching it into a fist.

"Photographer... sir?"

Faced with this photographer, a thought suddenly popped into Kume Chinatsu's mind: the photographer in front of her was definitely not the same person she used to be, and such an abnormal situation must be caused by evil spirits.

Evil spirits... evil spirits!

Evil spirits, be defeated!

Kume Chinatsu was instantly enraged. The talismans on her hands emitted a bright light. Then she took a step back and assumed a fighting stance, recalling the boxers she had seen on a TV show before.

One!

fist!

Please perform a ritual to guide them to the afterlife!

Idol strikes the Evil-Slaying Fist!

Kume Chinatsu's well-trained body unleashed powerful strength. She took a step forward and threw a punch, a hint of ruthlessness appearing on her beautiful face. Gritting her teeth, she looked like a female warrior as she swung her fist fiercely!

At the same time, she didn't forget what she had learned from the show, and shouted loudly as she threw a punch!

"Hey!"

"Oh!"

The photographer, who had just sat up like a corpse rising from the dead, was knocked back down by a straight punch, his head hitting the tatami with a dull thud.

The photographer, who was pressed back onto the bed, screamed and trembled all over, which frightened Chinatsu Kume into taking two steps back again.

"If you get up again, I'll hit you again!" Chinatsu Kume said bravely.

"Heh, heh..." The photographer's throat emitted a series of gasps. If Dou Tang were here, he would immediately recognize that the photographer in front of him was no longer alive. In other words, his forceful exhalation of the last breath from his abdomen was a sign of his complete death.

After exhaling this breath of stale air

Then it will completely turn into an evil spirit.

After exhaling the stale air from his mouth, the photographer suddenly rolled over, lay face down on the ground, and used his legs and arms to prop himself up like an animal.

"Ugh, ooh ooh ooh..."

A painful and suppressed wail rang out, and Kume Chinatsu shuddered upon hearing it, feeling an uncontrollable chill run down her spine.

The photographer in front of me is definitely not normal!

Before Kume Chinatsu could react, the photographer, who had his back to her, suddenly paused, and an unnamed chill spread out.

Then, a semi-circular object suddenly fell off the photographer's head.

That's... a skull.

Chinatsu Kume stared wide-eyed, frozen in place, too stunned to utter a sound.

The cross-section of the skull was incredibly smooth, as if the photographer's original skull had been split apart. At that moment, the bowl-shaped skull wobbled twice on the ground.

"Paji!"

With another soft thud, a grayish-white object fell from the photographer's head and into the skull bowl, even overflowing and shattering as the grayish-white liquid spilled onto the ground.

That's... the brain.

This person is definitely dead!

After his brain was emptied, the photographer let out a sigh of relief, scratching his head to scoop out more brain matter, his hands covered in grayish-white mucus.

"Ah, ah... ah ah..."

While scratching the inside of his head, the photographer rolled his eyes and shouted gleefully, a bizarre act that made Chinatsu Kume clench her fists.

Then, seemingly having had his fill of brain-draining, the photographer stopped, let out a long sigh, and slowly turned his head. The bizarre half of the forehead appeared before Kume Chinatsu, and she could even see the bone structure and remaining blood vessels on the inside of the skull.

The photographer's gesture of turning his head at that moment was just like the classic zombie turn in Resident Evil.

We can't delay any longer! We must strike hard!

Hmph, I've played quite a few zombie-fighting games myself!

"Hah!"