Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 88 You are Kasyapa, the one for me and Jia Yezi
The sudden change was like a thunderclap in spring. Amidst the terrified screams of the surrounding crowd, the out-of-control Uta Kasyapa took a step and stood in front of a masked man.

"No, don't go!"

With a simple straight punch, the masked man, whose chest was pierced, widened his eyes in pain and despair, and grabbed Uta Kasyapa's arm.

Uta Kassapa's lifeless eyes met the other man's despairing gaze silently until the masked man's pupils dilated completely.

"Kasyapa!!!"

Amidst Jia Yezi's piercing and terrified screams, a masked man wielding a machete slammed it heavily into Utakayo's shoulder.

Crimson blood gushed out from the gap between the blade and bone, and Uta Kasyapa turned around abruptly as if he hadn't even realized he had been slashed.

As the masked man retreated in terror, the other man raised his hand and crushed the mask and his head.

Grasping the hilt of the knife, he casually pulled it from his shoulder, and stared blankly down at the masked man he had just crushed to death in his hand.

Then, under the terrified gazes of those around him, the masked man's body began to shrivel up, and in less than three seconds, he was completely transformed into a dried-up corpse.

"monster!!!"

Amidst the terrified screams, Fujang, regaining her senses, immediately brought under control the tourists who were trying to escape, as well as the remaining masked men.

Looking back at Jia Yezi, whose eyes were filled with confusion, fear, panic, and worry, Fu Jiang pressed down on her arms and forced her to turn around.

"Escort her up there."

At Fu Jiang's command, the surrounding tourists quickly turned their attention to Jia Yezi.

“Fu, Fu Jiang. Kasyapa Kasyapa!!”

Hearing Jia Yezi's sobs, Fu Jiang offered words of comfort.

"With me here, nothing will happen. Go up with them now, and we'll come find you in a bit."

“Fu, Fujiang.”

"Don't look back, keep going!"

Amidst the shouts, screams of agony from the masked man echoed from behind.

Then, under Fu Jiang's forceful command, Jia Yezi, trembling, suppressed the urge to turn back and, filled with fear and worry, wiped away her tears as she walked toward the cave entrance above.

After Jia Yezi left, Fu Jiang turned around and looked at Utakayo, who was riding on a masked man, tearing his body to shreds like a wild beast and throwing his organs everywhere.

Only after the person beneath him died did Uta Kasyapa suddenly rise and search for his next target.

After observing for a moment, a look of deep surprise appeared in Fujang's eyes.

Strength, speed, and reaction time.

As he sustained more injuries, he absorbed more life force, and Uta Kasyapa's various abilities grew at an alarming rate.

Bang!
Another gunshot rang out, and Uta Kasyapa's body moved to the right in an extremely strange manner, dodging the bullet from the masked man's pistol amidst his terrified gaze.

bang bang bang! ! !
A barrage of gunfire rang out. Uta Kasyapa dodged the first two bullets, but failed to dodge the next four.

However, the bullet entering his body did not affect his offensive in any way. With two standard pole vaulting steps, Utakayo suddenly rushed in front of the masked man and smashed his head with a punch.

Grabbing the corpse's shattered neck and watching it rapidly wither, the masked men around him could no longer bear the fear brought by the rampaging Uta Kasyapa, and screamed as they began to flee towards the exit.

"Stop! Fight him to the bitter end!"

At Fu Jiang's command, the masked men around her began to struggle noticeably.

Without a second thought, Fujang set up the camera and subtly activated the Fujang cells within their bodies to further amplify the effect, controlling the masked men to continue charging forward and fighting with Utakata.

In the camera footage, Utada Kassapa is like a god of death, facing one masked man after another rushing at him with just a punch or a kick.

Masked men would become corpses under his attacks, or he would grab them and brutally drain their life force.

Kasyapa is getting stronger!
In particular, their combat awareness is rising at an alarming rate.

Fukie, who had been observing Uta Kasyapa's various changes through the camera, confirmed in her mind that as the killing continued, the remaining masked man would not last a second in her hands.

In the end, just as a masked man raised his pistol, Uta Kasyapa held up the corpse of another masked man to shield himself.

He then reached into the corpse's chest, pulled out a rib, and used it as a dart, casually throwing it to pierce the masked man's head. From the start of the massacre to its final act, the entire process lasted less than two minutes, culminating in the death of the last masked man.

Uta Kassapa stood motionless in place, like a doll that had lost its winding power.

Noticing his unusual behavior, Fujang quickly ran to his side.

"Kasyapa, Kasyapa!"

Fukie's call brought Uta Kasyapa back to his senses from the tyranny and hunger. Looking at the alluring girl before him, Uta Kasyapa couldn't help but swallow hard.

Fu Jiang saw the hunger in his eyes for her; it wasn't an emotional desire, but simply a hunger.

Having understood the meaning in Uta Kasyapa's eyes, Fukie immediately took off her clothes, revealing her snow-white shoulders.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, bite me, I'll be fine."

Driven by hunger and guided by Fukie's gentle touch, Uta Kasyapa could no longer suppress the hunger rising from every cell of his body and bit down on her shoulder.

Holding Uta Kasyapa in her arms, Fukie slowly slid down to her knees, gently stroking his back again and again.

"Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, this is not a bad thing, no one will blame you, and no one will say anything about you."

With gentle words of comfort, Fukie tried her best to calm Uta Kasyapa's tense nerves and sense the loss of life force.

If someone had comforted me like that when I died for the first time, would I not have become a monster that people feared?

The sucking on his shoulder brought Fujang back to her senses. She closed her eyes and gently rubbed her cheek against his.

It's okay, I won't let you turn into a monster.

After a long while, when Uta Kasyapa's body was no longer hungry, Fukie slowly released him.

"Better?"

"Fujiang, it's me."

Just like last night, Fu Jiang gently kissed away the bloodstains on his lips.

"Don't blame yourself, don't overthink it. You are you, you are Kasyapa, the one I share with Jia Yezi."

Fujang's gentle murmur seemed to possess a magical power, silently soothing Uta Kasyapa's heart, which was still turbulent from what had just happened.

A few minutes later, Uta Kasyapa looked back at the desiccated corpses on the ground, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He was very worried; he was very worried that one day he would lose control.
The uncontrollable excitement I felt during the killing just now stemmed from a deep-seated urge within my genes.

That is the instinct to fight that humanity has forgotten over thousands of years as it has grown into a world superpower, thanks to technological advancements.

"Let's go, it's time to go up, otherwise the little rascal will cry herself to sleep again."

Upon hearing Fujang mention Jiayezi, Uta Kasaya took a deep breath, nodded, and took her hand, walking towards the exit.

At the entrance above, Jia Yezi knelt on the ground, wiping away tears with a blank and helpless expression.

"Kasyapa. Kasyapa"

Amidst the mournful murmurs, darkness reappeared, and a female tourist's eyes darted strangely in different directions.

Just as the Fue cells residing in the tourist's body were about to take over and forcibly interrupt Jia Ye Zi's influence on Ju-on Jia Ye Zi, Uta Kasaya and Fue walked up hand in hand.

"Jia Yezi"

Upon hearing Uta Kasyapa's voice, Kayokawa was startled at first, then suddenly turned around and rushed towards him, crying out.

"Kasyapa!"

Feeling the girl's heart pounding in his arms, Uta Kassapa pursed his lips and gently patted her back.

"I'm fine, don't cry, don't cry, be good."

Protecting the emotionally distraught Jia Yezi, they walked towards the shore. Behind them, the surviving tourists, after a moment of stunned silence, disappeared into the forest with a hint of fanaticism in their eyes.

The dead will not reveal secrets, but the living will keep them forever.

(End of this chapter)