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Chapter 209 Misaki's Ambush and Torture
Just as the fake Kii was terrified by Maeda Misaki's voice, she was completely distracted.

On the other side, the four members of the Yasha Division also only just realized that Ji Yi was missing, and they couldn't even determine how Ji Yi disappeared.

"What the hell is going on?"

The man in the red mask cursed and looked around.

Although the streets looked dilapidated, they were clean and tidy, and it was difficult to find any hiding places at a glance.

Looking up, a black sun hung high in the sky, and apart from that, only tall, bare streetlights were on, not lit at the moment.

"Could it be Ji Yi's ability? The effect he demonstrated in the 'Dead Silence Domain' was similar to what he's showing now."

The man in the black mask whispered, a hint of murderous intent lurking beneath the surface.

“No, didn’t he already say that he temporarily controlled [Silence] at that time? Now that Ji Yi didn’t take [Silence] with him, I suspect it’s something else.”

The man in the yellow mask no longer spoke with a smile; his tone was unusually indifferent.

"I'm starting to suspect that Lao San's words came true; we really did run into that guy."

"That girl? That terrifying little girl?"

Upon hearing this, the red-masked man looked around in terror. There seemed to be nothing unusual around him, and even the level of malevolent energy he sensed was lower than the average level in the restricted area.

It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it.

The fact that the level of the toxic substance is so low should prove that this place is safer, shouldn't it?
"It's her, she really came!"

The blue-masked figure let out a painful wail, clutching its head tightly with both hands and crouching down on the spot.

"Haven't you noticed that the level of the 'Calamity Essence' has dropped to an abnormally low level?" The blue-masked man asked like a startled ostrich.

The man in the red mask cursed, "Damn it, don't beat around the bush with me. What about your emotions? You think you can read emotions?"

"Grief! This is grief of tens of thousands, and resentment of countless people!"

Blue Mask suddenly looked up and saw that the scene, which had been calm just moments before, had suddenly changed dramatically.

Countless ghostly figures seemed to surge in the air, accompanied by a strong feeling of suffocation.

Soon, the resentment grew stronger and stronger, seemingly about to overwhelm all four people present!
Endless resentment surged forth, and the air, which was once still able to let in light, was now shrouded in an invisible black mist.

The man with the yellow mask grinned broadly: "Third Brother was right after all! Brothers, let's get to work!"

Just as the great battle was about to break out on the Yaksha quartet's side.

The fake Ji Yi was so frightened by the little girl who suddenly appeared in front of him that he dared not breathe. He appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he was so panicked that he didn't know what to say.

"elder brother?"

On the old-fashioned street, a little girl stood under a streetlamp, her voice tinged with a hint of confusion.

The fake Ji Yi wasn't stupid; he could probably guess something by now.

This girl knows Ji Yi.

The problem is that Ji Yi didn't mention this to him at all before they set off, so who knows what kind of relationship they have?

Enemy? Friend?
The situation is currently unclear.

But I should say something to avoid arousing suspicion about my identity.

After all, there is no identity worse than that of a faceless person, unless this little girl really has some deep-seated hatred for Ji Yi.

What is meant to be will be, and there's no escaping it. The fake Ji Yi had no choice but to bite the bullet and say ambiguously:

"it's me."

Misaki: "Mm."

The little girl's expression was hard to see clearly under the streetlight; only shadows seemed to be visible beneath her long bangs.

Fake Ji Yi: "You kept me here because you have something to tell me?"

Seeing that the other party was friendly, the fake Ji Yi continued to probe.

"Big brother, Misaki is scared."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance and panic, but her expression remained unclear to the fake Ji Yi.

"Misaki-chan, what's wrong? What happened?"

The fake Ji Yi continued to patiently guide him.

It seems that the two sides are actually on friendly terms, which is great. As long as their identities are not exposed, there won't be any bad consequences.

Now, all he needs to do is play the role of Ji Yi well.

"Big brother, I've been having the same dream these past few days, dreaming that Misaki is no longer Misaki."

The fake Ji Yi seemed to have guessed something: "Is it because of those resentments?"

"Ah."

Misaki nodded gently:

“I sensed it when my older brother returned to this world a few days ago, which is why I came to find you. Misaki wants to protect you.”

"But I never expected my older brother to be involved in that great battle. Misaki wanted to save him, so she had no choice but to do this."

“I don’t mean to blame you, big brother. You saved Misaki, so Misaki wants to help you too. It’s all my own choice.”

Only now did the fake Ji Yi understand the situation.

So Ji Yi is a scumbag who used the girl and then ran away, while Misaki-chan was sold out and still counting the money?
But then again, if Ji Yi can make people work for her with just words, is Ji Yi a con artist, or am I the one?

Oh right, my profession is called a cunning strategist, which is a higher rank than a con artist.

That's not important. What's important is that if Ji Yi were to become a con artist, he would probably be invincible. It's just fortunate that he isn't.

Come to think of it, Ji Yi is such a good liar.
Is it possible that he's lying to me? Maybe I'm not Ye Changtian, but that I actually have a deep-seated hatred for him. Not only did he make me lose my identity and all my memories, but he also wants to exploit and squeeze out my remaining value?
It feels terrible to think about it.

However, this was ultimately just a baseless conjecture; the fake Kii only felt compelled to speak upon seeing Misaki in front of him.

At this moment, Misaki's story continues:

“I absorbed everyone’s resentment, which is actually a good thing. That’s exactly what I did at Sakurayama Elementary School.”

"Big brother, think about it. So many students were murdered back then, so why was I the only one to become an A-level ghost story? Is it because Misaki was precocious? It has nothing to do with whether you're smart or not."

Misaki's tone was slightly relaxed, as if she realized that the topic was a bit heavy and deliberately acted cute.

“I absorbed the resentment of students who suffered the same fate as me. I accepted them, and they were freed. I carried this hatred and resentment, hating the two murderers at all times, yet also fearing them.”

"It was Brother Ji who saved me, killing Hundred-Eyed Demon King and Fujiwara Taro with his punches. Do you remember?"

The fake Ji Yi was momentarily dazed, then nodded naturally and said, "Ah, I remember, of course I remember, please continue."

"Um"

Misaki let out a long cry, and her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Fake Ji Yi was taken aback. Just as she was about to say something, a pale little hand suddenly landed on her shoulder.

At the same time, I heard a cold, labored breathing sound:

"Big brother has a terrible memory. I was the one who killed the Hundred-Eyed Demon King. Besides, when you killed Fujiwara Taro, you used a kitchen knife."

The fake Ji Yi felt a jolt in his heart, but he remained calm and decided to frankly admit that he had actually misremembered.

Misaki spoke first:
"who are you?"

The four members of the Yasha Division are now locked in a fierce battle.

The overwhelming resentment filled the air, creating a resistance far greater than that of the sea. The surrounding houses were easily corroded by this resentment, rapidly transforming from dilapidated and old to crumbling and teetering on the verge of collapse.

The reason why the concentration of malevolent substances in the air is abnormally low is that these resentful energies undergo a qualitative change after condensing, and frantically absorb the malevolent substances contained in the air.

This resentment will fully utilize the evil element, preventing any leakage, thus rendering normal sensing ineffective. It's like trying to measure the temperature of a thermos with a thermos pen; if the water inside is hot or cold, it's very difficult to tell.

So even though the content of the toxic substance here is very low, the level of danger can no longer be judged solely by this single indicator.

"Boss, it's come to this point, shouldn't you and Third Brother use that move now?"

The man in the red mask roared at his surroundings. Under the shroud of black mist, he could sense the life force of the other three people nearby, but the resentment here was even stronger than he had imagined. His senses were as if the signal was being interfered with by a strong magnetic field.

Fortunately, the shouting was still effective.

"Hehehe, okay!"

At this moment, the yellow-masked man let out a sinister laugh, a stark contrast to his usual cheerful and composed demeanor; or rather, this was a different kind of cheerfulness.

"Third brother, let's team up!"

The man in the yellow mask had black eyes and had almost lost all his senses, but his tone was still full of laughter.

Unlike the others, the red mask can sense life force, the blue mask can detect negative emotions, and the black mask can sense killing intent and death energy.

In terms of investigation, everyone else displayed their unique abilities, while Yellow Mask was completely blind in this situation.

But he wasn't flustered at all; in fact, positive emotions kept welling up inside him, and these emotions grew stronger and stronger until he finally reached a certain critical point.

"hehe."

"Hahahahahahaha!!! Hahahahahaha!!!"

The extremely maniacal laughter erupted like thunder. Even though the source and direction of the sound could not be identified in the black mist, the direction of the sound could be clearly heard at this moment.

at the same time.

"Wa ...

A mournful cry, like a vengeful ghost, came from near and far, sometimes loud and sometimes soft.

Compared to laughter, this crying was far more eerie, bordering on inhuman. Even more terrifying was that if an ordinary person heard even a single whimper of this sound, they would suffer severe mental pollution, unconsciously contemplating suicide, with no remedy whatsoever.

Of course, the players on the field are all elite members of the Yasha Division, so they are not easily affected by their teammates.

Laughter and crying mingled together, rising and falling in waves.

The sounds combined to create a strange change: the black mist surged up like boiling water, and the air was filled with the hissing sound of water droplets hitting a red-hot iron plate.

"Waaaaaah! Waaaaah!"

The crying rang out again, but this time it wasn't coming from the blue mask; moreover, it wasn't just one sound, but rather a convergence of thousands upon thousands of cries.

"It's the lingering resentment of those who died tragically. But what about the little girl?"

The man in the black mask spoke calmly, a black dagger appearing in his hand at some point.

brush!
With a single, empty strike, the crying instantly subsided.

Although this attack seems like a drop in the ocean, judging from the overall situation, Yashako has become the party with an absolute advantage.

"Something's wrong! Fourth brother!"

The red-masked man's irritable voice rang out again:
"That girl didn't come in person; these are just some of her resentments! Damn it, did the third brother really hit the nail on the head? This strange tale is definitely targeting Ji Yi!"

The man in black mask did not respond; he simply continued to brandish the dagger in his hand.

He wondered what the SS-level supernatural tale was after, or if this was a trap set to kill the four of them.

A hint of ferocity flashed in the eyes beneath the mask. The man in black mask simply kept waving the dagger in his hand, his suspicions growing stronger with each passing moment.

The fake Ji Yi was bound hand and foot with a rough hemp rope in a very perverse way.

His mouth was stuffed with a hollowed-out red plastic ball, and he could only make whimpering sounds with his throat.

He never tells a single truth.

At this moment, Maeda Misaki looked down at the fake Kii lying on her back on the ground.

She lifted her foot and gently placed it on the fake Ji Yi's face.

Then, it grinds left and right, gradually increasing the force.

"You should be glad that I still have the rationality to interrogate you."

Maeda Misaki looked down at the profile of the fake Kii with a disdainful gaze.

"After all, I'm a genius, and only I could have come up with the idea of ​​using the 'Old Man Ghost's' abilities to isolate my will in the world of sixty years ago. Let the unbearable resentment slowly swell in the real world."

She snorted coldly, released her foot, and a small shoe print appeared clearly on the fake Ji Yi's face.

With a single finger, the ball used to gag the fake Ji Yi vanished into thin air.

"I'll ask you one more time, where did the real Brother Ji go? Why do you look like him? Tell the truth."

Fake Ji Yi was inwardly groaning; he had just been telling the truth!
It was just to make the truth sound more believable that the first effect of [Deceptive Words], "Bewitching," was activated.

Why don't you believe it anymore?!
Determined that he could no longer remain passive, the fake Ji Yi retorted, "Then tell me first why you suspect I'm fake and are testing me?"

If he can easily discover even a ghost story, how can he pretend to be Ji Yi later?

“Hair clip, you’re not wearing the hair clip I gave to your older brother.”

"what?"

It's that simple?
“My older brother definitely cares about me, so he will keep wearing it.”

Fake Ji Yi: "."

“There’s nothing I can do about losing the scarf. I know he didn’t lose it on purpose. If he really disliked me, he would have taken off the scarf and hair clip.”

Fake Ji Yi: "."

This little girl is quite precocious.

No, she's been dead for twenty or thirty years. Her real age should be well past the age of a young girl in love. This is what you call an old tree blossoming.
"Alright, it's your turn to speak. Tell me honestly, why are you dressed up as Brother Ji, and where is he now?"

Fake Ji Yi sighed and had no choice but to speak:
"I will explain my identity and honestly tell you the whole story."

These words were not accompanied by the "bewitching" skill effect.

Misaki's expression did not change.

It seems that in front of her, it's best not to do anything unnecessary.

"First of all, I was hired by Ji Yi. Our relationship is one of cooperation and mutual benefit. My appearance is also thanks to the disguise he gave me, which makes me look exactly like the real person."

"And my true identity... you'll know when you take off your mask."

"Let me make this clear beforehand: don't hit me if you see what I look like. I'm really just working for Ji Yi. It's essentially a collaboration, but I'm more like his underling."

"Yes, I promise you."

Misaki nodded and waved her hand gently.

A mask was quickly peeled off the faceless man's face.

And just as Misaki saw the other person's face!

Instantly, resentment arose!

"It was you! Only you, only you must die!"

(End of this chapter)