Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 243 Soul Calling
The soul-calling dance, also known as the Bon Odori, is a common ritual dance performed at festivals commemorating the dead.

The dancers form a circle, clapping their hands while dancing simple steps and singing impromptu songs. Some dancers also dance with fans and use musical instruments for accompaniment.

"So, this stone tower and the location of these houses, could it be that..."

As if she had figured something out, Aoi Jinguji took out her mobile phone and called up the satellite bird's-eye view of the "Happy Community".

"Sure enough, the Big Dipper gathers the foul air, and then seals it with stones to prevent it from leaking out..."

"The roads, houses, and stone tower in this community form some kind of formation!"

In the bird's-eye view, the seven housing plots connected by the community roads form a "spoon" shape...

The pile of stones in front of the people just happened to "block" the opening of the "spoon".

"I see."

"From five to six in the afternoon, it is dusk, the time when demons meet in the wild, and the most suitable time to sacrifice non-human beings."

"These earthbound spirits possess the residents here. Every day, they are forced to perform soul-calling dances during the most foul demonic times. They use living sacrifices to strengthen the dead souls and consolidate the effects of possession..."

"No, the most important thing is the formation... This place was set up by a skilled Yin-Yang master to gather the foul energy of the earth veins and protect these resentful souls from dispersing during the day..."

"Mr. Xia Fan, who do you think made such a vicious arrangement?"

Putting together everything that had happened since she entered the community, Jinguji Aoi's face turned paler and paler, and she looked at Xia Fan for help...

"Mr. Xia Fan?"

"Is this... a spiritual connection?"

But Xia Fan beside him did not answer him. He just stared blankly at the towering pile of stones in front of him with lifeless eyes.

……

"I am, psychic?"

At some point, the green neighborhood with ancient buildings and the Jinguji Temple next to it had disappeared from Xia Fan's sight.

Instead, there is a sky covered with dark clouds, dilapidated buildings covered with smoke and fire, and land full of potholes.

Thick smoke and flames gathered into tornadoes, rising into the sky from all directions, extending to the end of the horizon, swallowing up the evening clouds and the setting sun.

From time to time, huge planes would roar past overhead at a very close distance, dropping large amounts of napalm bombs that turned into a raging firestorm that devoured everything.

The suffocatingly hot air filled my nose with a strong burnt smell.

The howling wind brought the wailing of countless creatures in the flames and the crackling sound of burnt flesh.

In the center of this scene that looked like the Eight Hot Hells, the only thing that was familiar to Xia Fan was the huge pile of stones that seemed to have remained unchanged since time immemorial.

"The disaster of extermination is approaching. My Matsudaira clan has nowhere to go. We can only gather under the 'Human Soul Tower' and ask for the blessing of our ancestors!"

"Think again and again, and call upon the spirits of our ancestors..."

"Pray to the Matsudaira clan, the land god from generation to generation..."

Men, women, old and young, with charred clothes, dusty faces and burns all over their bodies, are now surrounding the stone tower, dancing and muttering to themselves.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Several huge napalm bombs were thrown, creating large flames in the surroundings and causing the pile of stones to shake violently.

"Ancestor, the spirit has appeared..."

The people around them danced even more devoutly and vigorously, regardless of the approaching flames of death.

"We know that life is like a mayfly, and we know that death is always with us..."

"But at this moment, even if it's just one more year, one more day, or one more hour, we still want our lives to continue."

"Please, ancestors, give us an ancestral decree to ensure that the bloodline of the Songping clan can continue!"

The man leading the dance had his eyes rolled back, drooling, and muttering the sacrificial words in a crazy manner.

"I see...I see..." "I have been grateful to you for your kindness for so long."

"I am deeply terrified, deeply terrified..."

"I will obey the order of my ancestors and return it!"

After a while, an ecstatic expression appeared on his face, and he prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowed madly to the stone tower.

"Ancestors, the oracle has been sent down, showing us the way to continue our lives..."

"There are only seven branches of the Matsudaira clan left. They dug fifteen feet into the ground according to the location I described and buried themselves there."

"When the time comes, our ancestors will awaken our 'human souls' and give us a new life!"

Not until the blood dyed the ground red and the flames engulfed the forest did the man stand up with a determined look on his face and speak to the crowd around him.

[God has given me faith: destroy the 'Human Soul Tower', remove the 'Corpse Guarding Wild Soul', and rectify the yin and yang of the universe. After completion, I will receive God's blessing.]

At the same time, an oracle emerged in Xia Fan's mind.

……

Happy community.

Just as Xia Fan was standing there in a daze, the "residents" in front of the pile of rocks became more and more powerful in their dancing moves, and the rhythm became so fast that it was as if they were watching a 2.5 times accelerated video, surpassing the level of ghost animals.

The pile of stones surrounded in the middle shook violently as if it sensed something.

A sticky black foul air gushed out from the cracks between the piled stones, spreading like a flood, drowning the people around.

Suddenly finding themselves in such a thick foul air, Saejima and Higurashi, as ordinary people, had no time to react. They simply fell to the ground with their eyes rolled back.

"not good……"

The shrine maiden costume on Aoi Jinguji's body, the black umbrella and the longbow on her back, lit up with bright blue light one after another, protecting her.

"Good... a strong foul smell..."

Even so, in this unprecedented foul air, her whole body was trembling, and it took her all to even stand.

"Mr. Xia Fan!"

She turned around with difficulty and called out to Xia Fan...

But he found that Xia Fan was still standing there in a daze with lifeless eyes.

There was clearly no sign of any "spiritual power protecting his body", but the extremely dense foul aura around him seemed to be non-existent to him.

"Ancestor, the oracle has been sent down..."

At the same time, the "residents" had stopped dancing and were looking towards the two with strange smiles on their faces.

"The 32nd generation of the Matsudaira clan, the 7th branch, welcomes you two to stay..."

Under the stone tower, two translucent spirits, a man and a woman, emerged.

Their originally gorgeous ancient robes were in tatters, their mouths, eyes, ears and noses were covered with dirt, and their exposed skin had been burned to a carbonized black color...

The two spirits walked silently towards Xia Fan and Jinguji Aoi.

"Do you want these two evil spirits to possess us and turn us into 'meat puppets' like those people?"

Sensing that something was wrong, Aoi Jinguji reached for the longbow on her back.

But the thick foul air around her was like a deep sea with strong water pressure, making it difficult for her to even move her fingers...

"No...don't even think about it..."

Even if she tried her best, the two male earthbound spirits had already arrived in front of Xia Fan before she could touch the longbow.

(End of this chapter)