Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“What exactly do you eat?”

“Huh? Just normal food.”

Anjou Naruko pursed her lips, sizing up Yurikawa Hana. She thought that the other person seemed to have displayed talents beyond ordinary people since she was young.

It seems that this can only be explained as a natural gift.

“This person is…?”

Seeing Anjou Naruko sizing up Yoshiboshi, before Yurikawa Hana could introduce him, Yoshiboshi took the initiative to speak.

“Anjou Naruko, we came to ask you, in the incident five years ago, what exactly did you see?”

“Five years ago…”

Hearing these three words, Anjou Naruko, who originally had a smile on her face because she saw her friend after many years, suddenly showed an extremely horrified expression, covering her head, clenching her teeth, looking very painful.

“No… don’t ask me… I, I don’t know anything…”

“Naruko, you…”

“Yurikawa.”

Before Yurikawa Hana could speak, Yoshiboshi directly interrupted her, only taking a meaningful look at Anjou Naruko, who looked pained, before leaving the video game store with Yurikawa Hana.

“Naruko seems unwilling to mention that matter… Why?”

“Oh, you can’t see it.”

Yoshiboshi lowered his voice and said to Yurikawa Hana.

“Anjou Naruko is surrounded by a faint black aura, which is a manifestation of the aura of an evil spirit. It has reached the point where I can directly see it, which means she is probably… in danger.”

“Eh!?”

Hearing this, Yurikawa Hana was first stunned, then showed a worried expression.

“Then we must help her!”

“Not we, only I.”

Yoshiboshi patted Yurikawa Hana’s shoulder and smiled.

“The life aura on your body is too strong. Ordinary evil spirits cannot approach you at all. Moreover, you yourself are likely to become a target for evil spirits. So, let me do it.”

“I will hide in the dark, waiting for the evil spirit to appear.”

“It’s probably not a coincidence that Anjou Naruko is being targeted by an evil spirit. Her reaction just now was obviously not normal, perhaps related to the incident of Menma’s death five years ago.”

Yurikawa Hana first nodded, then hesitated.

“But… you can’t be with Naruko 24 hours a day, right?”

“No need for 24 hours. I estimate that tonight, when Anjou Naruko falls asleep, the evil spirit will appear. After all, ordinary evil spirits cannot directly affect ordinary humans. They can only guide humans’ negative thoughts or create mental stress. Sleeping is the best time to strike.”

“Tonight… but… you don’t know…”

“I know.”

Yoshiboshi interrupted Yurikawa Hana and smiled.

“I know Anjou Naruko’s home address. I already found out.”

Yurikawa Hana looked genuinely admired and nodded, sincerely praising.

“As expected, Yoshiboshi, you are a very amazing stalker!”

Chapter 253: The Nightmare of Infinite Loops, a Barbecue Evil Spirit Feast

That night, at Anjou Naruko’s house.

“Five years ago…”

Anjou Naruko recalled her childhood friend Hana, whom she met during the day, and the handsome boy who was with her. Her eyes under the wide glasses revealed a tangled and painful look.

“No… I can’t recall it anymore… otherwise…”

Anjou Naruko felt that her head was about to split open, the pain unbearable.

Although she didn’t want to recall what happened that day, the more she didn’t want to think about something, the more she would think about it. This was an instinct that could not be subjectively controlled.

In the increasingly intense pain, Anjou Naruko’s vision gradually fell into darkness.

On the other side, Yoshiboshi, dressed in black casual clothes, hiding in the corner that the street lamp did not illuminate, completely eliminating his own spiritual aura, looked at the two-story house not far away, silently waiting.

If this scene were taken as a photo and posted online, 70% of people would think this was a perverted stalker squatting.

29% of people would think this was a serial killer choosing a target.

And the remaining 1%, relatively heaven-defying fangirls, would look for the reporter who reported it to ask for contact information after seeing Yoshiboshi’s photo.

Don’t say there’s no such possibility. Suga Natsumi has recently encountered many such heaven-defying people.

Of course, she has never given Yoshiboshi’s contact information to anyone.

As for whether it’s the professional ethics of a media person, or some other personal reason, that’s unknown.

Just then, Yoshiboshi suddenly saw Anjou Naruko coming out of the two-story building.

The word “coming out” had to be used, because the other party did indeed come out of the thick wall.

“Hoo, the primordial spirit leaves the body, is she a great cultivator of immortality?”

Although Yoshiboshi said this, it was just for fun.

He knew very well that Anjou Naruko was not a great cultivator of immortality, and the other party’s soul leaving the body was not a voluntary choice.

Judging from the expression on Anjou Naruko’s face, it was like those lonely wild ghosts that Yotsuya Miko had seen before, wandering on the streets, without any aggressiveness, just walking aimlessly.

“I’d like to see what tricks she’ll play.”

Yoshiboshi immediately made a decision and followed Anjou Naruko’s spirit floating in the air.

Of course, he also considered that this might be a feint used by the enemy, and the real purpose might be to lure him away.

“Onimaru Kunitsuna.”

“Master.”

Wearing a black mourning dress, dressed like a widow, the beautiful-faced Onimaru Kunitsuna reappeared, but this time, Yoshiboshi noticed that her eyes seemed to contain some inexplicable expectation.

“No… what are you expecting?”

Onimaru Kunitsuna took it for granted.

“Hmm? Did you call me out not to drink milk?”

“What kind of misunderstanding is this?”

Yoshiboshi looked puzzled.

“When did I say I was going to give you milk?”

“But, you said that you wouldn’t have any thoughts about a sword, but since I can transform into a human form, I can drink milk, right?”

“Your brain circuit… is so unique.”

Yoshiboshi shook his head helplessly, thinking how he could have so many abstract holy bodies around him?

Yotsuya Miko, Yuigahama Yui, Hachishaku-sama, and Onimaru Kunitsuna all have a tendency to evolve towards abstraction.

Really.

I don’t know who influenced them badly, it’s too heartbreaking.

“Let’s talk about the milk later. First, give you a task. Watch that house. Any evil spirits that want to enter it… You should know what I mean, right?”

“Understood.”

Onimaru Kunitsuna nodded seriously.

“Chop them into minced meat, with no bone fragments mixed in!”

“Are you Lu Zhishen? In short, just kill them.”

“Isn’t it so that after chopping them up, it’s easy for you to enjoy when you come back?”

“Okay, I’ll leave it to you.”

… …

Half an hour later, in the mountains on the outskirts of Kyoto.

Anjou Naruko’s eyes gradually regained clarity.

“Is it here again…”

She looked at the trees around her, like stretched ghost shadows in the darkness, and the extremely familiar cabin in front of her, and sighed slightly.

“It’s this dream again…”

Since the incident where Menma accidentally died five years ago, Anjou Naruko often had nightmares.

Each dream has exactly the same content.

She appeared in this mountain, standing in front of the wooden house where she, Menma, and Hana used to play together when they were young.

Anjou Naruko had tried to escape the area of this mountain, but no matter how she walked, every time she was about to leave, she would inexplicably reappear in front of the wooden house.

This does not conform to logic.

But dreams are inherently illogical.

Every time she dreamed, Anjou Naruko could feel that there was something in the darkness of the forest, peeking at her.

She even had a strange idea.

On the day Honma Meiko fell into the river and died…

A part of Anjou Naruko was also forever left in this mountain.

This nightmare seemed to be this mountain forest calling her, asking her to come back and actively seek death.

“That day’s events…”

Anjou Naruko recalled the question Hana asked her during the day.

What exactly happened that day five years ago?

Anjou Naruko couldn’t remember clearly. She just vaguely had a feeling.

That day, she saw an extremely terrifying sight.

Terrifying to the point that Anjou Naruko didn’t even dare to think about it.

That’s why she cut off contact with Yurikawa Hana. On the one hand, she didn’t know how to face this friend after Menma’s death.

On the other hand, it was also because as long as Yurikawa Hana was there, she would subconsciously recall what happened that day.

Anjou Naruko was afraid to face it.

“Really…”

Although returning to the place where her childhood friend died in a dream was indeed a very terrifying thing, and Anjou Naruko’s courage was not great, even if it was a terrifying nightmare, after doing it so many times, she was a little used to it.

Since more than half a year ago, the frequency of Anjou Naruko’s nightmares has increased a lot compared to before.

Originally, nightmares that only occurred once every few months became once every half a month, once a week, and now, once every two or three days.

Anjou Naruko even suspected that, in the end, she would be like the plot in that horror comic, falling into permanent sleep and being trapped in this mountain forever?

“This place… hasn’t changed much…”

Anjou Naruko walked into the wooden house, looking at the ground that was already covered with dust, and the marks that she, Menma, and Hana had carved on the wooden walls together when they were young, and a few feelings of emotion could not help but appear in her eyes.

There was just one thing she couldn’t understand.

If this was a dream, then shouldn’t the wooden house in the dream be the clean and tidy appearance in her memory?

Why, as time went by, as she slowly grew up, was this wooden house also becoming more and more dilapidated?

Anjou Naruko couldn’t find the answer.

She just walked to a wall, raised her hand, and gently stroked the only part of this wooden house that had not been dusted.

《Honma Meiko, Anjou Naruko, Yurikawa Hana》