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The sky looked as if it were being pressed down by a giant hand.

The four abyssal evil spirits felt an overwhelming pressure that exceeded the limits of their souls, and their bodies seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

In contrast, the other passersby were not affected in any way, and no one even knew that four terrifying figures were frozen in place at this moment.

The same question arose in the minds of the evil spirits of the abyss at the same time.

Why is there such a huge disparity in power between Higa Kotoko and Tan Wenjie? They are like ants and the ocean, completely unable to be considered as life forms of the same level.

Not only in this world, but even in other worlds, in those more terrifying planes that have been completely corrupted, beings like Tan Wenjie are extremely rare. He should absolutely not be in this plane.

Or perhaps there's something wrong with my perception?

This wasn't because they had some problems, but because Tan Wenjie's power completely exceeded the limits of this world. He appeared suddenly and disappeared without a trace, switching sides freely, and no one could completely restrain him.

His arrival in this world granted him this identity, but his strength grew at a rate far exceeding what this world could accept, ultimately leading him to become powerful on another level.

"Huh~"

There was no wind, but the candlelight above Tan Wenjie's head flickered gently.

The air that had been frozen for a moment seemed to loosen at that instant. The old woman was the first to act. As a cursed being capable of creating fear itself, she encountered her true nemesis at that moment and almost instinctively turned and ran away.

The remaining three evil spirits also began to flee in different directions.

Fearing being left behind to face their former "teammate," who is also a formidable enemy they cannot currently comprehend.

Kotoko Higa's gaze fell on Tan Wenjie.

After some time apart, she found that she still couldn't see through this man. However, judging from the reactions of the four terrifying evil spirits, Tan Wenjie was much stronger than when they parted ways.

Having such a strong man by your side gives you a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

Just as Higa Kotoko was feeling relieved that world peace was being protected by a stronger force and that she didn't need to worry too much, several female students in JK uniforms came up to Tan Wenjie with their bouncing ponytails.

Tan Wenjie was instantly enveloped in youthful energy.

"Could you please give us your contact information?"

"Is he a foreigner? He looks incredibly handsome!"

Surrounded by JK female students, Tan Wenjie smiled and said, "Haha, actually I'm also a spiritual medium. If you need exorcism, you can contact me and I'll give you a discount. I'm not only good at exorcising ghosts, but also at palm reading, love lines, career lines, astrology, tarot cards, and everything else."

"Red bean paste? Red beans?"

"Sri Kingdom One~"

Kotoko Higa: "..."

She wanted to retract her previous assessment of herself.

After the female students reluctantly left after exchanging contact information, Qinzi came to Tan Wenjie's side and asked, "Those four things are terrifying. Are we really going to just leave them alone?"

In Higa Kotoko's view, the four evil spirits had scattered and fled, and even if all the world's strongest people gathered together to stop them, they might not be able to trap and exorcise them.

"I just told them to run away for a while; in horror movies, people die faster if they try to escape separately."

Tan Wenjie shaded his eyes with his hand and gazed into the distance. His vision seemed to have extended beyond the houses in front of him, and he could see the traces of four evil spirits from the abyss.

His figure disappeared the next moment.

Kotoko Higa was left alone in silence. Although her younger sister Makoto did not have the talent to exorcise demons, she was Tan Wenjie's little follower and often studied horror movies.

Among the lessons learned were the laws that "separate actions will inevitably lead to death" and "Black people will inevitably die," which Makoto deeply believed.

But wasn't that referring to humans? The four that escaped just now were terrifying evil spirits comparable to natural disasters, so isn't it the other way around?!
Besides, this is the real world, where would a horror movie come from?

……

A car is speeding down the road, and four young people are sitting in it.

As darkness fell, a tunnel awaited them ahead, and the streetlights turned on at that moment.

Unlike the lone car outside, there was a lively discussion inside the car, with the focus being the comic book submission by the boy in the back seat.

"Shota-kun, you've loved drawing since you were little. Congratulations on your successful submission! From now on, I'll be calling you 'Manga Artist'!"

The boy driving nodded in agreement, remarking, "Back then, I was still wetting my pants and drawing with snot running down my face. I never imagined that in the blink of an eye, I would become a big shot who can publish comics."

"What do you mean, 'wetting your pants'?!" the boy called Shota retorted unhappily, then said, "I hope it will turn out well."

"It will definitely happen, don't worry."

There was a burst of playful banter on the bus.

They were going to celebrate their best friend's successful first step.

If you can successfully submit and publish your work, you will definitely become a well-known cartoonist and embark on the path of your dreams.

However, they are also well aware of just how difficult it is to become a cartoonist and make a living as one in this country.

Therefore, everything can only be hope.

Shota always carried a bag in his arms, which contained his submissions and paper and pens he bought at a nearby convenience store.

He prefers the sound of a pen scratching on paper to computer drawing, as it inspires him.

Just then, the phone rang.

Shota quickly answered the phone.

"Moshi Moshi! Hi! That's me!"

The car fell silent instantly, and the three of them pricked up their ears to listen.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Shota kept nodding.

Shota sighed and slumped weakly into his chair after the call ended.

"It's a comic..." a girl in the back row asked cautiously.

You could tell the outcome just by looking at his face.

"That's right, we failed!" Shota said helplessly.

This situation was entirely within his expectations.

The subject matter is outdated, the plot is uninteresting, the characters lack appeal, there's no market and it can't make money, and so on—there are just too many reasons.

Before submitting their work, every author has a premonition that it will become a hit, but reality always delivers a harsh blow.

The atmosphere inside the car became somewhat oppressive.

"Have you heard that legend?" the young man driving asked.

He knew very well that it was time for him to set the tone again.

"Huh? It's not some kind of ghost story, is it?" The girl in the passenger seat looked like she had expected it, and exaggeratedly covered her mouth with her small hand.

As the young man driving spoke, he glanced at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, hoping to see the look of terror on their faces.

The greatest pleasure in telling ghost stories is suppressing your own fear and then scaring others.

Judging from the reactions of the two people behind him, his decision to change the subject and liven up the atmosphere was quite successful.

A successful atmosphere is half the battle won in creating a good ghost story.

All that was missing were screams. "That's her, the Highway Granny. Legend says she runs faster than a car, and she'll keep chasing you relentlessly. If she catches you..."

His voice abruptly stopped.

"Tell me quickly, what is it?" The other three, however, were intrigued by his deliberately paused tone.

"Jiro?"

The girl in the passenger seat initially wanted to complain, thinking the other person was definitely trying to scare her. But when she turned to look at the boy in the driver's seat, she found his eyes wide open, his face pale, and his gaze fixed on the rearview mirror, as if something was really chasing them from behind the car.

The girl in the passenger seat felt her heart pounding wildly, and a strong sense of foreboding washed over her.

She slowly turned around and looked back, and saw a white-haired old woman with a ghostly face wearing a white bathrobe, chasing closely behind the car at 80 km/h.

"what--!!"

A scream pierced the sky.

Inside the silent tunnel, a car speeds by, and inside come four completely different screams of terror.

Behind the car was an elderly woman with disheveled hair, chasing closely at a speed exceeding 100 kilometers per hour.

The car had just emerged from the tunnel when the alternating high and low beams quickly brought it closer to view; it was a small truck.

The young man driving, Jiro, instinctively stepped on the brake.

While the enormous inertial force propelled them forward, the seatbelts pulled their bodies in place, fixing them firmly in place.

There was no time to feel the pressure and pain in their chest, or even to pay attention to the driver of the small truck across the street sticking his head out of the window and shouting insults at them.

The four men stared blankly at the rearview mirror.

The white-haired old woman moved faster and faster... until she finally passed them by.

"Phew!" The four of them breathed a sigh of relief.

So the terrifying evil spirit wasn't targeting them after all.

"Squeak-"

A figure landed lightly on the car's hood, as if the person had fallen from the sky without any weight, but the weight was pitifully light.

The hem of her clothes fluttered gently in the wind.

The next moment, they saw the man who had suddenly appeared raise his hand and gently grab the back of the white-haired evil spirit old woman. The old woman, who was running at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, had her legs spinning at the speed of wheels, and her body was lifted off the ground uncontrollably.

Instead of running further away, she got closer and closer, flying back and automatically hanging in the young man's hand.

Like a chick, he was grabbed by the neck by the young man standing on the hood and easily lifted into the air.

"Do you have any paper?" the young man asked, turning to the four people inside the car.

"Yes! Yes!" Shota nodded quickly.

At that moment, his eyes shone.

Seeing a real superhero in the real world is even more exciting than his comic book submission being successful.

He took out the paper and pen he had just bought, and was about to open the car door and get out when he found himself flying out of the window and hovering in front of the man standing on the hood.

The other person pulled out an antique-style calligraphy brush.

Holding the brush, Shota could see clearly through the backlight that the other person hadn't drawn anything complicated; they had simply drawn a square grid on the paper.

Then he pressed the checkered paper onto the head of the white-haired "high-speed grandma".

The white paper was like a giant mouth, swallowing the white-haired old woman whole.

As the wind gently blew, a classic comic book floated in the air, depicting the white-haired old woman, covered in black, shivering and hiding in a corner.

"This is...?" Shota asked, his voice trembling. "Is this the magic you use for exorcising spirits?"

“That’s not wrong,” the young man nodded slightly. “But I just locked it inside.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a wrinkled old woman's hand with five black fingernails suddenly sprang out from the comic book.

The hand tried to grab the youth's neck, but before it could touch his body, it was struck by a golden light that automatically bounced off his body. A series of screams immediately came from the comic book, accompanied by swirling, dark black gas.

His hand automatically retracted.

"Um, is it really okay?" Shota asked.

The other three, though silent, nodded repeatedly to express their concern.

That piece of paper clearly couldn't control the terrifying old woman.

"Almost there," the young man standing on the car hood muttered to himself.

"What's still missing...where are the people?"

They couldn't even tell exactly when the other person disappeared.

The blinding high beams were shining directly into the faces of the four men, and only then did they come to their senses that they had come to an abrupt stop outside the tunnel, with a truck driver staring blankly out at them.

"God, the divine being? It's the divine being!" the truck driver shouted. "I saw the divine being today!"

The car started again.

The atmosphere inside the car was no longer as playful and harmonious as before; instead, it fell into an eerie silence. It wasn't until after two sharp turns that Shota, sitting in the back seat, suddenly spoke up: "I think I've got a direction for my next submission! Inspiration is about to burst out of my head!"

……

Tan Wenjie walked down the street, clutching a comic book.

Not far ahead was a girl with her eyes wide open and her ears covered, while ten meters away opposite her was a terrifying evil spirit.

The two stared at each other, neither moving.

However, a closer look reveals that the girl's eyelids are trembling, tears are welling up in her eyes, and even the whites of her eyes are covered with bloodshot veins.

Her eyes were exhausted to the limit.

Finally, she couldn't help but blink slightly. In that one second, the abyssal evil spirit that had been frozen in place vanished instantly. When she opened her eyes again, it was already five meters away from her.

If you close your eyes, the other person will approach quickly; if you don't look at them, you will die.

After several companions proved this with their lives, the girl knew she had to suppress her fear, remain motionless, and stare intently at the other person in order to prolong her life until she could no longer keep her eyes open and faced death.

Finally, her eyes became so sore that she couldn't help but want to close them for the second time.

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She could see the evil spirit lunging at her with its arms outstretched, but just before it touched her, a hand blocked its way.

When the girl opened her eyes again, the terrifying female spirit that brought death was not there. Instead, there was a handsome young man waving a comic book around.

The grotesque female vengeful spirit on the comic book looks very similar to the one chasing after him.

Her first thought was that she was finally saved.

"Are you...are you a monk?"

"They should be considered deities."

"Lord God?!" (End of Chapter)