I logged into Mr. Zombie

Chapter 587 The Instant Noodles Time Was Just Right

Chapter 587 The Instant Noodles Time Was Just Right
A typical Japanese-style detached house.

Carrying a plastic bag and wearing slippers, Tan Wenjie looked just like a hidden master from a Japanese manga, casually making his final preparations for exorcising demons.

A pot of hot water is used to make instant noodles.

"laugh--"

That's the sound of a soda can being opened.

Finally, he lit a cigarette.

His posture was relaxed and at ease, as if he had suddenly gotten hungry after shopping at a convenience store and was sitting down on a park bench to eat something.

"Have you finished your demon-slaying preparations?" Reiko Asakawa asked in a low voice, leaning closer, afraid of disturbing something.

"Ready?" Tan Wenjie shook his head. "Not yet, it will take a little time, at least three minutes."

Tang Cao's expression kept changing as he realized that the other party must have seen through him.

This is a sixth sense from a folklore enthusiast.

"Don't we need to prepare anything else, anything extra?" Tang Cao Dawu didn't believe Tan Wenjie could handle the terrifying Po Xuan Demon, but what if he could?

"This is enough."

Tan Wenjie took the sword and casually tossed it onto the table.

After the edges are blackened with ink, the sword that can ward off evil spirits will turn into a curse that attracts evil spirits.

For Tan Wenjie, this thing was an invitation, allowing the Po Xi Demon to come to him on its own initiative.

Whispers began to fill the air, as if many people were approaching.

Reiko Asakawa nervously moved closer to Wenjie Tan.

"do not come."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand to stop him, but Qianchuan was puzzled.

“There are many guests here. It would be very impolite if you moved around abruptly and bumped into other guests.” Tan Wenjie turned his head. “Aren’t you Japanese the most polite people?”

Glug! X2
The two didn't speak, but their facial expressions said it all.

The air became very humid, and the noise around me grew louder and louder, as if I were on a platform surrounded by people waiting anxiously to catch a train.

As their fear intensified, the scenery in Asakawa and Tangcao's vision suddenly changed, like the air being distorted by the high temperature when burning charcoal for warmth in winter.

Strange, illusory figures appeared, very close, only half an arm's length away from the two of them.

Their deaths were gruesome; they dragged their mangled bodies, carrying their severed heads.

She could see them, but Asakawa would rather have eyes that couldn't see ghosts.

Tan Wenjie said, "They were summoned by the Soul Demon. It looks like they all died around here."

"What... what should we do?" Asakawa asked worriedly.

Things had completely exceeded her acceptable range.

"this is a good news."

"good news?"

Asakawa simply couldn't reconcile the fact that they were surrounded by a horde of demons with "good news"; to anyone, it was bad news.

If you are not careful, you will be attacked by the masses and die without a burial place.

Tan Wenjie said, "This shows that it is afraid. Wild dogs need to travel in packs, while tigers always roam alone."

Asakawa: "..."

For some reason, after hearing those words, the thought "that person deserves a beating" popped into her mind.

"You must be ghosts from this area. Have you ever heard of me?" Tan Wenjie asked, looking at the wandering spirits.

The ghosts whispered among themselves.

Then one of the ghosts said, "He looks familiar... wait, he's that one!"

There are also different levels of strength among ghosts. For example, Sadako Yamamura, Kayako, and Hanako-san belong to the top level of strength.

With their immense strength and fame, anyone, whether human or ghost, who enters their hunting range is doomed.

What if someone could subdue all of the top terrifying female ghosts mentioned above?

"Oh, someone really does recognize me." Tan Wenjie turned his head and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to run?"

Tangcao Daigo and Asakawa Reiko watched as the once noisy horde of demons vanished in an instant, turning into a cloud of black mist.

Only something stubbornly remained here in the darkness.

Po-Xiong Mo.

Perhaps it was because it had always lived in the mountains and was not sensitive enough to information about what was happening in Tokyo, or perhaps it believed that it was strong enough to deal with Tan Wenjie.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached, and the air was thick with an evil aura.

"Ah!" Reiko Asakawa suddenly noticed that the ground was covered with writhing black liquid.

The black liquid seemed to have a life of its own, approaching them, but when it came into contact with Tan Wenjie, it was pushed away by an invisible force, and an invisible barrier blocked its intrusion.

"not here?"

Tan Wenjie admitted that he had underestimated the Soul Demon, not expecting that the other party would have the ability to create domain space.

"Pro!"

He formed a seal with his hands.

"Soldiers!"

"fight!"

He didn't move his hands quickly when forming hand seals, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Exterminate evil."

The Nine Syllable Mantra, the Dragon God's Decree.

Tan Wenjie braced his left foot on the ground and gently kicked his right foot out into the air.

A three-headed dragon sprang out from the soles of his feet, opened its mouth and roared, biting something unseen in the air, and then rammed its head against the ceiling above it.

With a loud crash, gravel and wood chips flew everywhere, and the load-bearing column broke.

The three-headed dragon bit the thing in its mouth, smashed through the roof, soared into the sky, and crashed heavily to the ground amidst the storm.

"Splash—"

The blood exploded, like waves crashing against rocks, or like a gushing well.

The ground within an area of nearly 100 square meters was completely stained red with blood, and the bloodstains radiated outwards in all directions.

Tang Cao opened his mouth wide as he stared at the terrifying, enormous three-headed dragon lying prostrate on the ground, its sharp teeth glistening with blood and bits of flesh.

"Whoops——"

The three-headed dragon approached Tangcao Daigo, its nostrils spewing out waves of air that ruffled his slightly curly, ear-length hair.

A foul stench assaulted his nostrils, yet he dared not move.

Suddenly, the three-headed dragon shrank, its body transforming into a shoe that hung on Tan Wenjie's foot.

At this moment, Tang Cao suddenly realized the difference between the two sides. The Po Xuan Demon, which he regarded as an invincible and terrifying force, was actually no match for Tan Wenjie's shoe.

He had always disliked Hideki Tahara, whether it was his style of speaking and acting, or the way Tahara always acted as if he was entitled to be the center of attention. Perhaps it was also related to Tahara's girlfriend.

It would be better if the other party died. At first, he only wanted to curse the other party, but he did not expect that Hideki Tahara had been targeted by the Po-Xiu Demon more than ten years ago. So his initiative became going with the flow.

"Hoohoo."

The sound from the side caught Tang Cao Dawu's attention. He turned his head and saw that Tan Wenjie was eating instant noodles.

First blow on it to warm it up, then slurp it into your mouth.

It's as if everything that just happened never existed.

"The timing is perfect." Tan Wenjie was very satisfied.

Undercooked instant noodles taste good but always feel "undercooked," while overcooked noodles become too soft.

Tan Wenjie was very satisfied with this batch of instant noodles that he had prepared precisely on time.

"Let's go." Tan Wenjie turned around with the bag in his hand. He still had to go to Makoto Higa's place to plunder some incense and faith.

He turned and disappeared around the corner. Reiko Asakawa, who had regained her senses, immediately chased after him, only to find that Tan Wenjie had completely vanished.

The other party appeared silently, and then disappeared just as silently.

The two looked together at the cigarette butts, instant noodle containers, and the ruins on the table, which had become "insignificant" due to the battle.

Relieved, Daigo Tangcao left the place and embarked on his journey home.

The moon had somehow been brought very close, a large, round one, as if it were pressing down on his head.

My mood lightened up.

The person he hated most was dead, and the uncontrollable danger had also disappeared, making him the biggest winner.

Deng!
Tangcao Daigo stopped and looked up at the telephone pole not far away. A girl dressed in a kimono, as delicate as a porcelain doll, stood on it, her back to the moon, looking down at him silently like the Grim Reaper.

"Hell Girl." He recognized her. One of the most bizarre urban legends in Japan today.

"Did someone send my name to that website?" Tang Cao asked.

"Do not."

Hell Girl didn't mind answering his question, but the content of her answer made him shudder.

"You deserve to go to hell."

“This is not like your usual style,” Tang Cao said, trying to persuade the other party to give up.

Many spirits and deities are hesitant and restrained when facing humans because they still desire offerings and incense, and they still want to develop their own power.

In contrast, evil spirits and demons do whatever they want.

But the more uncontrollable and unruly an evil spirit is, the more likely it is to be sealed away and exorcised.

Enma Ai took out a black scarecrow bound with a red knotted rope and gently untied it in front of Karakusa Daigo.

The next moment, Tangcao realized with a start that he had found himself on a ship.

This is a ship bound for the River Styx.

……

A pale pink arm reached out and gently pressed against Tan Wenjie's chest.

The familiar scent made him feel somewhat dazed.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze involuntarily drifting downwards.

"Master, um, you're awake?" Bai Rourou snuggled closer to him.

"and many more!"

Tan Wenjie pressed down on Bai Rourou's head, which was leaning towards him. "This one won't do; it smells bad."

"hold on!"

There's something else wrong, the model number doesn't match, and Bai Rourou is leaning on her right shoulder, so who's on her left shoulder?
He looked at Ao Ningshuang and sighed, "How could you do this? Don't forget there are guests in the manor."

The young marshal Cao Yun, who bears a striking resemblance to his "wife," stayed overnight at the Tan residence last night.

Although Tam Man-kit is used to being shameless, he doesn't want to give people the impression that he's good for nothing but being a lecher.

With the help of the two men, Tan Wenjie changed his clothes.

The fully automated Tanjia Town no longer requires much of his intervention. It's like a wound-up machine that keeps delivering wealth to him. All he has to do is wait to spend the money.

During the day, Tan Wenjie and Cao Yun did not have much contact or communication.

We only met briefly during a meal and chatted for a short while.

As night fell again, Tam Man-kit's brief separation felt like a reunion, but it left the wives who had just been married the night before looking exhausted.

Cao Yun, who got up to use the restroom at night, stood at the door.

It happened to be the time for the night watchman to strike the horn.

"Who's there!" The patrolling guards spotted Cao Yun's furtive figure.

When he saw Cao Yun's blurry, dark figure, his heart skipped a beat. Could he have run into something evil? This was Tan Family Town; there shouldn't be anything so audacious as to come out here.

The Tan family, in particular, are practically courting death.

"I."

Cao Yun stepped out.

"So it's you." The guard recognized Cao Yun and breathed a sigh of relief.

His master's distinguished guest seemed to be some high-ranking official; in any case, he definitely couldn't afford to offend him.

“I also have something I want to ask you.” Cao Yun looked at the small courtyard not far away, where red lanterns were hanging.

The guard's heart skipped a beat again.

"This matter is not my responsibility. How about I call the housekeeper over for you?"

Without waiting for her reply, the guard had already left at top speed, sprinting several hundred meters before finding the butler and bringing him back.

"Please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything," the butler said, buttoning his shirt.

Cao Yun: "I want to ask why there are no red lanterns hanging at the guest's door."

Butler: "This..."

He strongly suspected that the other party was teasing him.

But looking into Cao Yun's innocent eyes, he thought that perhaps what the other party said was true, and that this person really didn't understand.

"Ahem." The butler coughed softly and explained the purpose of the red lanterns in a low voice.

"The red lantern will be hung in whichever lady the master will stay in tonight."

Cao Yun nodded in realization. She hadn't expected there to be so many intricacies involved. However, she had only recently returned and was unaware of many taboos or common knowledge.

Looking at the ever-burning red lanterns in the distance, she sighed, "I never expected him to be such a devoted man."

With so many wives, yet only one lantern is always lit; what else could it be but unwavering devotion?

The butler dared not speak and remained silent.

Cao Yun suddenly asked in confusion, "Hmm? Why is there another lantern hanging?"

then……

"Why are you changing the lanterns?"

"..."

"How did it turn into three lanterns?"

"..."

"Wait, the lantern is moving too fast!"

Cao Yun's cheeks were flushed. How could an outsider like herself see this? Although there was no news and she couldn't see anything, she was already blushing.

They're really playing a fancy game.

After daybreak, Cao Yun took his leave.

Although she hadn't been able to investigate the situation thoroughly, she tentatively concluded that Tan Wenjie was not a deity, and that a real deity wouldn't be like him, greedy for food, money, and lust.

As the car drove along the country road, the violently shaking vehicle successfully reminded Cao Yun of the taste of last night's dinner. The moment the sour taste burst through her throat, she involuntarily pounded on the driver's seat in front of her.

The car stopped.

"Ugh! Ugh—" Cao Yun vomited violently.

She didn't feel any better until she had vomited everything out of her stomach.

Just as Cao Yun was about to get into the car, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Everyone in the car was staring at him silently, their gazes sinister, like those of puppets.

She remained motionless, and so did everyone else.

When she began to act, everyone seemed to receive a command and regain their ability to act.

The car started moving normally, while the adjutant continued analyzing relevant information about Tanjia Town, hoping to find the cause.

As the car went over a large pothole, it suddenly sank.

Cao Yun accidentally hit his head on the roof of the car.

"Bang!" The sound was very crisp.

She covered her head.

"what is that?"

Ahead, a cluster of green phosphorescent flames was burning.

"Will-o'-the-wisps?" Cao Yun muttered to herself, realizing that her companions seemed genuinely abnormal.

The will-o'-the-wisp rapidly expanded, engulfing all of Cao Yun's men.

Just as a bad thought arose, a figure descended from the sky and shattered the ghost fire with a precise sword strike.