I made up myths in America

Chapter 159 A Hundred Ghosts, a Tall Woman, and a Warrior Imitating Ning Caichen
"Can High Priest Sato prevent the opening of Rashomon?!"

At that moment, countless Japanese people were so tense that they forgot to breathe, their eyes glued to the paid live stream on their phones or computers using the Pococha app.

This is probably the industry most affected by the advent of the extraordinary era.

The most popular games and borderline live streams of the past have become completely marginal topics in the face of various real-life extraordinary events, losing most of their traffic and failing to arouse people's interest in the slightest.

On the contrary, outdoor adventure live streaming, which was previously a niche genre, has emerged as a dark horse and become the most popular and highest-traffic category in the live streaming industry.

Especially if a supernatural event happens to occur near you, and you still have a stable internet connection.

Congratulations! You've got the chance to become rich overnight. Just take out your phone, open a paid live streaming app, and countless interested viewers will flood in within minutes.
Even if it means taking a huge risk and potentially dying at any time, there are plenty of people willing to take the risk for the immense wealth that could change their social class, and Kyoto City is no exception at this moment.

In a rented room not far from Fushimi Ward in Kyoto, Hayato Higashino did not flee the place early like his neighbors in order to achieve better live streaming results and software streaming.

Instead, while enduring the intense shaking of the surrounding ground, he held up his phone with both hands, maintaining his balance, and aimed it at the enormous Rashomon-like structure in the sky that exuded a sinister aura. His face, which was usually cautious and even somewhat cowardly in front of his superiors, was now flushed with excitement as he looked at the number of paid viewers in the upper left corner of his phone screen, quickly calculating the revenue he could earn from this live stream in his mind.

"Sixty million yen, seventy million, ninety million, one hundred million, hahaha!"

In just a few hours of adventure, he had almost earned the equivalent of twenty years' worth of part-time income. Hayato Higashino felt he had never been so happy. Even his first experience of adult pleasure with his girlfriend at a hotel in high school was far less joyful than this moment.

The surge of adrenaline and dopamine fueled by the money made him ignore the danger that was almost within reach.

until
The sound of something invisible shattering echoed in the sky.

Even though the giant blue wooden figure that was the High Priest Sato had done its best, spreading its arms and squeezing the Rashomon gate tightly, it still couldn't stop it from slowly opening.

Hayato Higashino's phone camera clearly captured the area around the giant Rashomon gate, where terrifying phantoms were appearing one after another.

Among them is the Snow Woman, who is tall and has snow-white skin. Despite being a demon, she longs for love, but she will turn on a man and kill him without mercy if he breaks his vows.

There is a hundred-eyed demon, with a beautiful figure and a soul-stealing ability. She specializes in seducing men to do her bidding, and her fair and delicate body is covered with the eyes she has stolen.

There is a creature called Shiranui, which is formed from an illusion in the sea, and wherever it goes, it sets off a raging fire.

Then there's the Nurarihyon, who appears as a well-dressed old man in a black haori, with a katana at his waist for self-defense, giving him a rather dignified appearance. But if he comes to your house as a guest, you're in for a lot of trouble.

Even more figures are shrouded in mist, like ancient Japanese generals, or winged demons like the tengu; others exude a fierce aura, with blood-red eyes, like the ox-demon that has become a demon.
In an instant, the skies above Kyoto were filled with howling ghosts and wailing wolves, and the weather changed dramatically.

All sorts of bizarre monsters screamed, cried out in anguish, wandered aimlessly, leaped and roared wildly, struggling to escape around Rashomon.

As the only obstacle in their way, the massive wooden figure of the High Priest Sato was simultaneously attacked by a hundred demons, with large swaths of eerie black rapidly spreading across his enormous blue wooden body.

Even the most optimistic person, upon witnessing this scene, would know that the old priest might not last much longer.

The already chaotic city of Kyoto became even more chaotic, and people seized this rare opportunity to rush out of their homes.

But not long after, some figures of demons broke free from Rashomon and fell downwards.

Their faces turned pale again, and they hurriedly returned home, holding knives from the kitchen in their hands. Trembling, they found a place to hide, or simply hid in bed, tucking their feet into the blankets, covering their ears, and praying to all the gods and Buddhas in their hearts, asking them to protect them.

"Buddha, Amaterasu, God of the Heavens, Jesus Christ, and all the ancestors of the Minamoto family, please bless me! If I can return safely this time, I, Harada Yoshiya, swear that I will do more good deeds and donate 50%, no, 90%, of my livestream earnings to charity."

Like others, Harada Yoshiya, a Japanese internet celebrity who gained millions of followers by publicly claiming to be a descendant of the famous Sengoku period general Minamoto no Yorimitsu and possessing formidable swordsmanship, challenging various dojos and winning seven out of seven battles, was also praying for divine protection.

Unlike the others, he cleverly chose to hide at the Kyoto Police Headquarters.

Excluding the supernatural powers that may or may not exist in those shrines and temples, this is probably the safest place in Kyoto.

The same is true.

Many police officers who were transformed into terrifying monsters by real people returned to the police station following their memories from their previous lives, only to be driven away by the officers there who were armed with guns.

This tangible sense of security has led many smart people to choose to retreat here.
This even included one of Yoshiya Harada's high school classmates.

This guy was so obsessed with Sherlock Holmes and deduction during his school years that after graduating from high school, he became a private detective, making a living by catching people's mistresses.

However, I recently heard that Yoshiya Harada has changed careers and, taking advantage of the current boom in the live streaming industry, has become a well-known adventure blogger.

At this moment, the two old classmates, who hadn't seen each other for over a decade, had nothing to say to each other. After a few awkward words, they fell silent due to the commotion coming from the police station entrance.

The two carefully moved to the window and peeked out cautiously.

At the entrance of the police station stood a woman in a white kimono who was over two meters tall and exuded a cold and terrifying aura.

She caught a young man who was also trying to hide in the police station and lifted him up to face level with her.

“Ah, ahhh—”

The young man was immediately terrified, struggling wildly and screaming.

The woman in the kimono, with exceptionally long legs, wore a slightly shy expression, grinned to reveal a mouthful of black teeth, and asked, "Sir, do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!!"

At this point, even if the other person is ugly, the young man wouldn't be foolish enough to say it out loud. He didn't even look at them, and just nodded and praised them repeatedly.

Such a perfunctory attitude caused the woman in the kimono, who had just been acting like a demure young lady, to immediately turn grim and angrily say, "You're lying."

boom! !

As soon as she finished speaking, a raging fire appeared out of nowhere, and the young man was burned to ashes amidst his shrill screams.

"Gulu."

Everyone in the police station who witnessed this scene swallowed hard. Next to Harada Yoshiya, Fujiwara Ichiro, a classmate who had recently delved into Japanese folk mythology due to a career change, said with a bitter face, "It's over. This is the Takajo from the Hyakki Yagyō (Hundred Demons). According to legend, it was formed from the resentment of an ugly woman who couldn't get married in life, and it can cause fires."

"Can that bullet destroy it?"

"I'm in the police station," said Inspector Miyamoto, who had just been in charge of directing several battles. He frowned and asked.

“That probably won’t work. The other party was formed from resentment after death, so it should be classified as a vengeful spirit. However…” “The folk books I’ve read say that because Gao Nu couldn’t get married in her lifetime, she always hoped to find a handsome husband who could appreciate her beauty.”

Swish, swish, swish—

As soon as Fujiwara Ichiro said this, everyone in the police station turned their gaze to Harada Yoshiya.

The reason why the other person was able to gain tens of millions of followers in such a short time, besides his superb swordsmanship and unverifiable identity as a descendant of a celebrity, is that he is really handsome.

Moreover, he's not the kind of handsome young man with a greasy, boyish charm. With a little makeup, he bears a striking resemblance to Takeshi Kaneshiro, with strong, defined features that exude masculinity. No man could deny his good looks, and women are even more captivated by his divine appearance.

"Huh?? Me."

Seeing everyone staring at him like that, Harada Yoshiya panicked a little and pointed at himself in disbelief.

“That’s right, Harada-kun.”

Inspector Miyamoto nodded solemnly, "You're the most handsome person here, and you're the only one who can save everyone."

"But I had plastic surgery in South Korea, that's what I look like in real life."

Harada Yoshiya was devastated upon hearing this, especially after seeing the high school girl's unattractive features outside. He was utterly despondent and even went so far as to expose his own shortcomings.

"So what?" His old classmate Fujiwara Ichiro said in a low voice, "Anyway, Taka is an ancient vengeful spirit and doesn't know anything about modern plastic surgery."

"That's right, that's right, Harada-kun, believe in yourself, you can do it! My daughter loves you the most!!"

"Harada-kun, as a descendant of the famous Sengoku period general Minamoto no Yorimitsu, I imagine you wouldn't want to bring shame upon your ancestor."

Amidst the chaotic noise around him, Harada Yoshiya's expression shifted uncertainly. He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and finally agreed. Before the tall woman entered the police station, he took the initiative to push open the door and walk out.

Sure enough, his lousy classmate was right.

This ghost, formed from the resentment of an ugly woman who couldn't get married in life, is truly a person obsessed with looks.

Upon seeing Harada Yoshiya, her face, though thickly powdered, couldn't conceal its ugliness. A shy smile appeared on her face. Unlike how she had roughly lifted the young man who had been burned to ashes, she didn't roughly lift Harada Yoshiya up. Instead, she stood there like a young woman from ancient times, bowing slightly and speaking softly, "Young master, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Here it comes, this potentially disastrous question.

Harada Yoshiya inwardly exclaimed that he hadn't done what that unlucky guy had done, praising someone without even looking at them.

Instead, he used all his acting skills, his face full of admiration, to carefully examine the Japanese female ghost in front of him before nodding repeatedly in praise, complimenting the woman from head to toe.

In his description, even the nine-tailed fox Tamamo-no-Mae, who is said to bring disaster to the country in Japanese legend, is not even one ten-thousandth as good as Taka-no-Mae.

This ability to lie through one's teeth left everyone hiding in the police station, nervously watching this scene, completely dumbfounded.

Fujiwara Ichiro thought to himself, no wonder Harada was so popular with girls when he was in school. He really knows how to talk. Even the top male host in Shibuya, Tokyo, is no match for him. He is so good at providing emotional value.

"Giggle, giggle."

The tall woman, who was surrounded by a chilling aura of resentment, became much more cheerful and optimistic because of his words. She covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled. The sense of crisis that had always surrounded Harada Yoshiya finally dissipated a lot.

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had passed the test, the woman, with a smile on her face, bent down slightly and asked the next deadly question.

"Since you speak so highly of me, young master, would you be willing to marry me?"

"Ah this."

Yoshiya Harada's expression froze again.

Whoosh! !

Seeing this, the woman's aura turned cold again, her smile faded, and she said in a low voice, "Unwilling? As expected, men are all heartless bastards with sweet words."

"Yes, I do!!"

At this moment, Harada Yoshiya's intuition, honed over years of sword practice, was frantically warning him that if he didn't agree, he would be burned to ashes in the next second.

He didn't care about anything else. He nodded frantically, even taking a step forward and grabbing the female demon's icy cold hand. With gritted teeth and a determined heart, he stood on tiptoe and kissed her.

In an instant, Ms. Gao fell silent, and the people who had been quietly observing in the police station stared wide-eyed at the scene.

"What?! Harada-kun likes this style?!"

A young woman in the police station couldn't help but cover her mouth and gasp at the sight. Even a red-eyed raven perched on a telephone pole not far from the police station couldn't help but smile, revealing a human-like expression.

"This kid is really something, being this ruthless to himself."

Lu Bai's expression was somewhat strange. After thinking for a moment, he decided to give this warrior, who was even fiercer than Ning Caichen, a chance.

He knew that the hundred demons he created using negative human emotions were no benevolent beings.

Zizzi! !
He raised his right palm, and black karmic fire scorched a piece of metal taken from the Mountain and Sea Realm, quickly forging it into an incomparably cold blade.

tread.

Tread.

Not long after, at the entrance of the Kyoto Headquarters Police Station, Harada Yoshiya, who had only intended to sacrifice some of his charms, discovered that the female ghost was not only sticking out her tongue while kissing him, but also had no intention of letting go.

Something within him seemed to be drained by the other party, and his strong body quickly became weak and powerless.

"Waaah, waaah."

As he struggled painfully, a white mist suddenly enveloped the police station, from which a faint footstep could be heard.

(End of this chapter)