Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 183 Inunaki Village

The cold sunlight seeps into the cracks of the old dog-bombing tunnel, and moss covers the mottled signboard.

The words "The Constitution of Japan does not apply ahead" were painted on it with blood-red dye. The distorted fonts looked like a snarling ghost claw as the sign swayed.

Yang Liu stayed in the shadow of the tunnel, standing there with a vigilant expression. After a long while, he came to his senses until the signboard squeaked again in the wind.

"You are so stupid..."

Furious curse words burst out of her mouth, and Yang Liu was so angry that she almost kicked the sign in front of her.

Seeing the scene in front of him, how could he not understand that he was being tricked by the demon in the tunnel.

After cursing for a while, Yang Liu finally calmed down. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and reflected on the mistake she made this time: "I was careless. I didn't expect that there would be such urban legends in this tunnel."

He looked up at the blurry road mirror next to him and realized that he was teleported to Inunaki Village because of this thing.

Strictly speaking, this thing can be regarded as a kind of urban legend. It is roughly about the concept that "at the corner of some closed passage, once you turn around and look back at the mirror, you will be sucked into another dimension."

However, compared to the unknown space, the corner mirror in this tunnel will teleport people to the area where Inunaki Village is located.

And it should have the ability to bewitch people to a certain extent without them realizing it, which is why Yang Liu subconsciously looked back when she left.

"So that's how it is. This thing is the real entrance to Inunaki Village. The triggering condition should be a lone traveler. However, everyone who enters Inunaki Village is doomed, so no one knows this specific information."

Yang Liu sneered softly, and since she was already in, she didn't bother about it anymore.

As for whether or not one would feel any sympathy for the people of Inunaki Village after seeing Grandma Kou's memories, that is not the case. The Inunaki Village in her memory is a real thing, while this Inunaki Village is just a false thing created by people relying on urban legends.

After taking a look at the wall that had disappeared deep in the tunnel, Yang Liu tightened his backpack, looked at the surging black fog at the end of the tunnel, and walked straight past the bloody signboard towards the depths.

The moment he stepped out of the tunnel, the leather of his backpack made a cracking sound. Yang Liu frowned as he watched the steel bars inside twist and wither like branches, and finally curled up into scrap metal - this was the rules of the domain that were disintegrating the foreign armed forces.

He simply tore apart his backpack and threw away his torn shirt, revealing his muscular body wrapped in a black vest.

The village emerged from the mist, with the bluestone road winding to the blood-red torii gate. The bead curtain rope at the entrance of the village broke and hung down, and paper lanterns on both sides of the bluestone road lit up at the same time.

In the fields nearby, villagers wearing sackcloth were farming.

After seeing Yang Liu, the villagers all showed expressions of surprise, but they were not as ferocious as described in urban legends. Instead, they welcomed Yang Liu into the village with enthusiasm.

Surrounded by a group of children singing and dancing, Yang Liu was led to the big tree in front of the village, where someone had hurriedly taken out a wooden table from his room and set it up.

An old man hurried over under the guidance of a villager. When he saw Yang Liu, his mouth, which had only one tooth left, couldn't help but open wide, revealing a warm smile.

He raised his hand and waved, and immediately a villager brought out a clay bowl and handed it to the old man.

The villagers in faded clothes also slowly gathered together, and the old man held the pottery bowl in front of Yang Liu, which contained turbid miso soup. "I didn't expect such a distinguished guest to come from afar. You must be very tired. Come on, drink this bowl of hot soup and sit here to rest." The old man put the pottery bowl on the table in front of Yang Liu with a smile on his face.

Yang Liu looked down at the seemingly ordinary miso soup, but her extremely high spiritual vision penetrated the disguise on the miso soup and saw the fingernail fragments floating on the surface of the soup and the half-rotten human hand at the bottom of the bowl. The skin on the wrist was covered with ring-shaped teeth marks.

After keeping silent for a moment, Yang Liu looked up at the villagers around him.

In his vision, the faces of these villagers were covered with corpse spots, and they looked like good material for monsters in horror movies.

According to the conventional routine, I should try to turn down this bowl of soup, then stay in the village and wait until night to carefully investigate the specific situation. In the process of investigation, I will be discovered by accident, and then find that the whole village will be transformed into demons at night. Finally, after a hard battle, I will escape from Inunaki Village...

After a moment of silence, Yang Liu felt that he still had to follow some rules, so he looked up at the old man, grinning to reveal his white teeth, and deliberately added a tongue-twisting sound at the end of the sentence in Japanese:
"Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol and don't want to drink this shit."

Perhaps Yang Liu's reason for refusal was too outrageous. The villagers, including the leading old man, paused for a moment, as if their brains, not knowing whether they existed or not, were unable to react to this information.

The old man's thumb unconsciously rubbed the cracked edge of the bowl and pushed the soup closer to Yang Liu: "Dear guest... please take your seat..."

All the villagers stared at Yang Liu, no longer singing and dancing as before, and moved forward in sync like puppets, compressing the space around Yang Liu in an attempt to bring great pressure to it.

"Tsk!"

Yang Liu, who was already a little unhappy because of the memory of telling her mother-in-law, clicked her tongue impatiently. She was too lazy to argue with the monsters in front of her, so she simply stood up and flipped the table like Brother Crow.

"It's difficult, so just don't do it!"

The tattered wooden table shattered on the spot under the violence, and the ceramic bowl filled with soup mixed with bone fragments hit the old man's face, but the other party didn't even blink.

The flames of the surrounding paper lanterns suddenly turned green, asphalt-like liquid seeped from the hems of the villagers' clothes, and black hair like centipede tentacles emerged from the cracks in the bluestone slabs.

The old man in front of Yang Liu had his neck bent 180 degrees, and an eel-like mouth extended from the crack in the back of his head:
"Guest...doesn't want to be a guest..."

Silent commands were given and the villagers rushed towards Yang Liu.

The first villager who rushed over was split into three pieces in mid-air, but it was not Yang Liu who did it.

The monster disintegrated itself into the form of a sickle-weasel, and its claws raised a bloody wind and slashed towards Yang Liu's head.

Yang Liu did not retreat but advanced, allowing the wind blade to cut a bloody line on his chest. His right palm, like a palm-leaf fan, grabbed the head of one of the demons. The moment his five fingers clenched, the sound of the skull exploding mixed with blood splashed onto the Torii behind him.

Waving the corpse in his hand casually to repel the demons that rushed over from all around, Yang Liu looked at the village that had been completely turned into a ghost town and the demonized villagers, and a tyrannical smile appeared on his face:

"Come on, let me relax!"

(End of this chapter)