I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Don't worry about those rags for now, the things we're looking for shouldn't be in there..."

Wangyue Che gave an order, and took the lead to speed up his pace and continue to descend.

In these buildings, there are only furniture and utensils that match the level of the house, but there are no traces of food, firewood, water and other daily consumables...

Naturally, it cannot be prepared for living people.

Going down the stairs, a unique painting pavilion built on a suspended platform appeared in front of everyone.

"Ukiyo-e?"

Taking the lead to step into the corridor in the center of the painting pavilion, Wangyue Che looked at the bloody and cruel pictures on the scrolls on both sides without changing his expression.

"Hmph, these broken paintings are quite 'on topic' hanging in this place to make a fuss."

Most of the members of the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team had carried out various secret missions with him overseas before, and had seen the crueler mountains of corpses and bloody seas with their own eyes, so they didn't feel any discomfort.

"This paper... looks like the skin of some animal?"

Stretching out his hand to touch the light yellow "drawing paper", Wang Yueche only felt that it was extremely delicate and elastic.

If you look closely, there is a texture similar to pores on it, which seems to be some kind of leather, which is perfectly integrated with the ink on the surface.

"Wait, this one, and this one..."

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the dozen or so paintings hanging behind.

At the end of the corridor, on the Ukiyo-e paintings with exquisite composition and bold colors, there are scenes of a man in various tragic postures being tortured and killed by a group of horrific-looking, resurrected living corpses.

Contrary to the quaint surroundings, the men who died tragically in the paintings were all wearing helmets, combat uniforms, and holding guns...

It looks like a very modern combat team.

"The painting on this painting is us?!"

Wang Yueche immediately discovered the clue.

"No mistake, these living corpses, and the desert, were in the Middle East..."

And he himself is also on the list.

In the picture, he, naked to the waist, curled up in the endless darkness, with a ferocious face held in the palm of a huge ghost claw, his whole limbs were distorted and exploded due to the force, and various internal organs flowed out on the ground.

Even the proud right arm has long been torn off, left alone in the corner, and blended into the darkness.

"The contents of these paintings are likely to change because of the people who enter this place, cast some kind of curse, and burn them immediately!"

"receive!"

Without hesitation, several team members held special flamethrowers, ignited the flames of Orchid, and sprayed them on the paintings in the corridor.

The fuel of these portable flamethrowers is mixed with psychic power, which has special effects on burning things with grievances.

When the blue flame touched the ukiyo-e, there was a disgusting rotten smell immediately, and the sound of grease crackling continued.

In the green light, the originally quiet and elegant painting pavilion lit up with raging fire.

Immediately, everyone, including Wang Yueche, was blinded...

...

"Woo... woo..."

In the pitch-dark ward, a boy around ten years old was lying weakly under the bed, curled up.

Suppressed sobs overflowed from the lower lip he bit down from time to time.

Under the bald scalp like a chemotherapy patient, there is a blood-stained gauze obliquely covering the left eye.

And his right arm was also covered with a thick bandage with unknown runes written on it, dripping with blood.

pain.

Endless pain.

The pain of bone erosion.

The unbearable pain spread from his right arm to every inch of nerve endings in his body, making his body tremble for not a second.

However, what made him hide under the bed, covering his ears and trembling, was not the pain that would break an adult's will, making him feel like he was in hell.

"...Really, pitiful."

Outside the hospital bed, in a dark corner, stood a burly figure quietly.

"Who knows, the so-called Wangyue clan of a thousand-year-old family..."

In the black shadow, a pair of eyes burning with purple flames stared at him coldly.

"But he has no spiritual power and cannot use spells..."

The raspy, low-pitched, maddening whispers kept ringing in the boy's ears.

"If you don't transplant ghost organs, even the spirit body can't see the waste!"

"How about it, the feeling of your hand being cut off alive is very sour, right?"

"That intoxicating taste is enough to linger for thousands of years. My uncle also tasted it back then."

"By the way, there are also eyeballs. What's it like to be directly dug out and a new one inserted immediately? It's really curious..."

"Sorry, sorry... Until now, you still can't look directly at the bright light?"

"Because of the backlash of the ghost power, even the thick hair has fallen out?"

"I'm looking forward to it. In the future, what kind of ghost organs will you be implanted and what kind of pain will you enjoy?"

That furious voice awakened the endless pain from the past, constantly eroding the young man's will.

"No, I won't lose to you... I am the descendant of the Wangyue clan, the successor of the bloodline of heaven and man!"

As if the words hit a sore spot in his heart, the boy covered his ears tightly and bit his lower lip to refute.

"I want...to inherit my father's will..."

Bobo's blood quietly dripped on the pale floor.

"Hey, that's ridiculous, the so-called bloodline of heaven and man is just a breeding ground for random stitching of ghost organs..."

The moonlight outside the window turned around silently, revealing the figure standing in the corner.

This is a tall evil ghost wearing broken armor, white hair and purple eyes, with purple flames burning in his thick hands.

The empty sleeve robe on his right arm fluttered with the steps he took.

"Your final return is nothing more than completely reduced to ghosts."

Suddenly, his image changed, turning into a man covered in blood with hideous wings on his back.

"Look, didn't your father completely turn into a monster because he couldn't bear the erosion of "Yijin Zhentian Wings"? "

Looking carefully, the monster with wings on its back turned out to be a man and a woman, each with half of their body and head stitched together.

"Oh, I almost forgot, and because of this, he ate his favorite wife, which is your dear mother."

And his voice gradually turned into the double voice of a man and a woman that the boy missed so much.

"You are not allowed...to use the appearance and voice of my parents!!! My father is for the family..."

Seeing the two broken faces in front of him, the young man let out a low growl like a wounded wolf cub.

"For thousands of years, the members of the Mochizuki Clan have passed on the gift and glory of Princess Kaguya for the sake of the family!"

"Bah... glory?! A gift from Princess Kaguya?!"

That figure seemed to have heard something extremely funny: "Hahahahaha! You are very funny, I haven't heard such a funny joke for many years..."

"This is obviously a curse that makes people become ghosts among ghosts!"