Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 38 You idiot Kasyapa, you didn't even come to save me this time!
For some reason, looking at the room covered with red lines, Uta Kasyapa felt a sense of fear deep in his heart.

That's the instinctive shiver that comes when a creature faces the threat of death.

This reminded him of the day before he miraculously time-traveled, when he saw that extremely cold yellow light through the window.

Even though the electric blanket was right under me, I still felt incredibly cold.

It's as if you've trespassed into a place that no human should or should ever enter.

Snapped!
Uta Kassapa, who had just slapped himself hard across the face, snapped back to his senses and looked at the girl who remained kneeling quietly on the ground despite the jarring ringing of bells.

"Fujiang!!"

With a loud shout, Uta Kassapa immediately dropped what he was holding, grabbed a flashlight, and rushed toward the room where she was.

However, halfway through his run, Uta Kassapa suddenly stopped. In the dim light of the flashlight, his body, which looked like half-burnt in a furnace, suddenly fell from the roof and swayed from side to side like a leaf in the wind.

Uta Kasyapa's eyes widened in horror, and he instinctively took a step back.

Click.

The long-neglected floorboards had been worn into a large hole, and Uta Kasyapa's left foot became deeply embedded in it, followed by a sharp pain that surged to his head.

"hiss"

Looking down, he saw that his left leg had been cut open by rotten wood chips, leaving a bloody gash.

Ignoring his wounds, Uta Kasyapa instinctively looked at the terrifying thing on the roof.

The other party was silently stretching out its body, like a cicada emerging from its shell.

Below, Fu Jiang remained motionless with her head down.

"grass!"

Just as Uta Kasyapa collapsed the floor behind her, Fukie worriedly tried to turn around, but at that moment she found that her body seemed to be bound by something, unable to move at all.

We've encountered something truly amazing.

Fu Jiang was initially delighted, but then a wave of worry suddenly washed over her.

Good news, there's real stuff!

Bad news, that idiot Kasyapa is still inside!

Fujiang was not afraid of death because she knew she would not die.

But not the fool Kasyapa. The fool Kasyapa is the fool Kasyapa. There is only one fool Kasyapa. If he dies, where will he find another fool?
Thinking of this, a long-dormant anger and malice, mixed with regret, instantly filled Fu Jiang's heart. The intense emotions twisted her beautiful face into an extremely terrifying expression.

Completely unaware of Fukie's changing emotions, Uta Kassapa watched the demon's body gradually become more agile. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the second tearing of his wound and suddenly pulled his left leg out of the hole.

As the demon drew ever closer to Fukie, Uta Kasyapa took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and then limped toward the door.

Inside the room, listening to Uta Kasyapa's footsteps fading into the distance, Fukie breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

While I was happy, a touch of sadness welled up inside me.

You idiot Kasyapa, you didn't even come to save me this time!
But Fujō quickly understood Uta Kasyapa's actions. After all, what they encountered this time was not bandits, but a supernatural force that humans could hardly deal with head-on.

Thinking of this, Fujang sighed inwardly, then shifted her emotions to the evil spirit she had never seen before.

It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, that idiot wouldn't have run away like that.

That means I'll have to ignore him for several days!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her expression became increasingly distorted, and Fukie could no longer care about anything else. Suddenly, abrupt bulges appeared on her arms, which were covered by the shrine maiden's clothes, like mushroom spores about to burst forth.

However, just as Fu Jiang was frantically urging her cells to grow rapidly into a clone and launch a counterattack, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

A figure wearing diamond-patterned white socks, with pale, bloodless skin, as if walking out of a morgue, and hair covering most of its face, suddenly appeared on the side not far away.

Something seemed to be distorting around her, obscuring her features.

Danger!

With just one glance, Fujang and her cells instinctively sensed the danger of being killed instantly.

The last time I felt this way was when I was dismembered by my classmates.

Since then, Fujang has never felt any danger again. Even when she was unable to move her body just now, Fujang only felt that it was troublesome.

But now, the figure that appeared out of nowhere made Fujang feel this way again after a long time.

However, before Fu Jiang could figure out why she had this feeling, a darkness that devoured all light suddenly surged out from under the figure's feet and instantly engulfed the entire room.

Despair, pain, resentment, jealousy, and obsession. All sorts of negative emotions instantly filled Fu Jiang's body, and unbearable mental anguish came from every cell of her body.

"what!!"

An uncontrollable scream escaped from his mouth, and Uta Kasyapa, who was outside the door holding various exorcism items such as the Gohei Magatama, panicked upon hearing it.

Then, gritting his teeth, he took off his clothes and wrapped them around the demon-repelling arrow, his hands trembling as he took out a lighter and lit it.

"Fujiang!!"

With a loud roar, Uta Kasyapa, his expression ferocious, brandished a torch and limped into the temple, clutching the magatama and the gohei.

Just as he rushed to the door, determined to bring out Fujang, or at least a part of Fujang's body, no matter what, he was about to throw the torch in his hand into the room where Fujang was trapped, to set the room on fire and disrupt the evil spirit's process of breaking free.

However, before he could throw the torch, under the orange flame, a shriveled head, split in half like a watermelon hit by a baseball, lay quietly.

Looking up, all I could see were torches and flashlight beams illuminating the ground, where fragments of the corpse, the size of fingernails, were scattered everywhere.

Inside the room, Uta Kasyapa's roar freed Fukie from the indescribable pain she was feeling.

Heavy breathing escaped her lips, and Fukie, drenched in cold sweat, instinctively looked at Uta Kasyapa, who stood there dumbfounded.

Having slightly recovered from her painful emotions, Fujang forced herself to endure the discomfort and quickly shouted.

"You idiot Kasyapa, run!!"

Fukie's words brought Uta Kasyapa back to his senses. Seeing Fukie struggling to support herself on the floor, Uta Kasyapa rushed inside without thinking and limped out of the shrine carrying Fukie in his arms.

Only after the two figures disappeared down the mountain along the bluestone path did the figure that distorted time and space appear at the shrine entrance.

She slowly raised her hand, then silently lowered it.

Halfway up the mountain, Uta Kassapa, whose lungs were about to burst, put down Fukie, who was still reeling from the emotions emanating from that figure.

"Are you OK?"

Fujang, who was staring blankly at Uta Kasyapa, heard him panting and looked up at him in a daze. Gradually, Fujang came back to her senses and suddenly stood up and grabbed Uta Kasyapa.

"Run!"

"hiss"

Uta Kassapa's cry of pain made Fukie stop in her tracks. Looking at the wound on his leg that was almost the length of her forearm, Fukie's eyes instantly turned red.

"I'm not going to die, why did you come back to save me?!"

While complaining about Uta Kasyapa, Fukie quickly squatted down to look at the wound on his leg.

Hiss.

Fukie tore a piece of clothing from her shrine maiden outfit and quickly pressed it against Uta Kasyapa's wound to try to stop the bleeding.

However, the bleeding did not stop; in fact, it increased due to the pressure.

"If you keep doing this, he'll either die from excessive bleeding or from the pain of your violent treatment."

A calm, emotionless voice came from below Fujang. Looking up at Uta Kasaya, who was clutching a nearby weed in pain, Fujang suddenly realized what was happening and quickly let go.

"A priestess? No, you have no spiritual power."

Haruko gave Fukie and Utakahashi a cold look, then glanced at Utakahashi, especially at the black bracelet on his wrist.

"Two lucky little ones, they might not be so lucky next time."

After saying this, before the two could react, Haruko Higa, dressed in a white suit, lit a cigarette and began walking up the mountain.

Arriving at the site of the abandoned shrine, and sensing the surging spiritual energy fluctuations, Haruko Hika frowned slightly.

"Those who have died should not cling to the world; let them go peacefully to where they belong."

"Floating, breaking!"

As the incantation and spiritual power erupted, a circular passage was blasted through the dilapidated shrine before them, yet Haruko Hika's eyebrows remained furrowed.

Arriving at the ruins, I looked at the remaining fragments of the evil spirit on the ground.

"A simple yet violent dismemberment of spiritual energy?"

"It's frighteningly simple."

(End of this chapter)