Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

Torches hung at both ends of the road, crackling and burning brightly, illuminating the surroundings. Looking at this scene, it was hard to imagine that this place was a ghost kingdom.

They walked along the empty path into the darkness; the only bustling place here seemed to be that one street they had just been on.

Kotegawa pushed the cart, looking at the increasingly desolate and sparse houses on both sides, and then at Kazama Ryouka walking silently with her hands tied behind her back and her head down. He finally felt a sense of peace. Now it finally felt a bit like a ghost kingdom.

Suddenly, Kazama Ryoka stopped and pointed ahead: "Guests, we've arrived."

Kotegawa looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a wooden house with a faint candlelight, surrounded by a wooden fence.

Kazama Ryoka strode over, pushed open the fence gate, and called out, "Darling, I'm home!"

A muffled cough came from inside the window, and the candlelight illuminated a tall figure. He stood up and walked towards the door.

Kotegawa, who was following behind, pushed the car into the yard and stood there, waiting anxiously.

Kazama Ryoka quickly walked to the door, pushed it open a crack, squeezed in, and then closed the door tightly.

Kotegawa didn't care.

A hushed voice came from inside the door: "I encountered a strange guest today, he..."

Kazama Ryoka's unusually clear voice reached his ears, including words like "looks a bit dull," "silly," and "strange."

Kotegawa silently hypnotized himself, telling himself that he was now a block of wood and couldn't hear anything.

The man coughed intermittently, as if he were suffering from a rather serious illness.

This puzzled him quite a bit.

So ghosts really do get sick.

After a while, the door finally opened.

A pale hand gripped the door frame, while the other held a handkerchief.

A tall male figure walked out of the house and looked at Kotegawa, who in turn looked at him.

They were stunned at the same time.

The male figure's eyes widened, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he even dropped the handkerchief in his hand to the ground. Two Yin Qi pills rolled to the ground. Kazama Ryoka exclaimed in surprise, squeezed out from the side, and quickly squatted down to pick them up, feeling extremely distressed.

Kotegawa frowned. The man in front of him was so ethereal that he was almost transparent, and there was a large hole in his lung. No wonder he kept coughing.

This doesn't look like an illness; it looks like someone has been severely injured.

He frowned, but the man seemed even more agitated, his pale lips trembling as he kept muttering, "You're dead? You're dead too? You bastard, how could you die?"

He glared at him fiercely, strode over, grabbed Kotegawa's arms with both hands, and stared at him intently.

Kotegawa stared at him blankly, his eyes growing brighter, but his throat felt inexplicably dry, and his voice was low: "You...you recognized me?"

The man froze, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "You bastard! Who are you? Get out! Get out of here right now!"

The man pushed him with all his might, but Kotegawa didn't budge, only watching with shining eyes.

Found it! Really found it!

Stop thinking about coincidences; we've really found it!

Now, I can give Qingkong a huge surprise when I get back.

"What's wrong? Darling, what happened?" Kazama Ryoka rushed over, stuffing the handkerchief and the man into Kotegawa's pocket. Supporting the man with both hands, she pleaded with Kotegawa, "Please, please leave!"

She seemed to remember many things, including him, but still chose to stand by her husband without hesitation.

Kotegawa opened his mouth, as if to tell her who he was.

But then, the man suddenly looked deeply pained, pressed his hands against him, and said in a barely audible voice, pleading, "Quick, leave! This isn't a place for you... Go back, go back and take care of her..."

Kotegawa looked down at the wound on his chest, where wisps of purple lines seemed to spread out as if they were alive. The man's expression immediately turned ferocious.

He suddenly looked up, and the full moon that had been high in the sky was now tinged with a deep purple.

"Ah! Ah!" Painful screams rang out from the side as Kazama Ryoka clutched her head with both hands, her body also covered in purple markings.

The man struggled to suppress the madness in his eyes, maintaining a sliver of clarity in his gaze, and forced out a single sentence through clenched teeth: "Run!"

Kotegawa stared at them blankly, then clenched his fist, and countless frosts turned into vortexes, freezing them all.

The purple transformation abruptly stopped.

He turned around and looked into the distance.

A vast swarm of purple ghostly figures, accompanied by painful howls, surged toward this place like a tidal wave.

This place is ultimately a ghost kingdom, or perhaps an even more eerie and mysterious dark land.

He watched them calmly, not really wanting to hurt them; perhaps there were parents among them, just like Qingkong's.

He took one last look, then disappeared from the spot with the two ice blocks.

Chapter 152 Curse

Within the realm of impermanence, Yosuke, frozen within the ice, turned his eyes, but he could only see the silhouette of Kotegawa and not the two newly appeared lumps of ice.

Kotekawa, standing to the side, frowned as he watched the changes inside the two blocks of ice.

Fine purple lines continued to spread, not stopping just because they were frozen.

The man with a large hole in his lung and Kazama Ryoka both seemed to have lost their minds, with bulging, ferocious veins on their faces and sharp, black fingernails growing on their hands.

It seems to have completely turned into a demon.

He raised his hand, wanting to do something, but he couldn't do anything at all... All he knew was killing.

"Could it be related to the purple moon in the sky?" he pondered. Moreover, Aunt Ryoka's condition was clearly not right. Even if she didn't recognize him, how could she only remember his name as Kazama Ryoka and not Mikazuki Ryoka?

The surrounding scenery shattered in an instant, and he reappeared on the street. Then, he transformed into clouds and mist, rose into the sky, and looked down at the earth.

The purplish-red full moon seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

It was as if a surging purple wave had risen on the ground, sweeping across everything from one side to the other.

"Huh?" He looked into the distance and suddenly let out a soft exclamation. He vaguely saw a monster phantom as large as a mountain standing at the end of the purple wave. It roared to the sky and made a "moo" sound that shook the air.

"...Is that a cow?"

He gazed into the distance, making no rash move, and simply looked down at the ground in silence.

Nearly half an hour later, the layer of dark purple covering the moon began to fade, and the bright moonlight shone down again.

The distant figures of monsters gradually faded, and the surging tide of ghosts stopped and began to return, as if it were a marathon.

Kotegawa withdrew his gaze, his figure vanished again, and reappeared within the domain.

The two figures inside the ice block did indeed return to normal.

He returned to the courtyard with the ice, raised his hand and fanned it, causing the ice crystals to drift away.

The two ghosts shivered simultaneously, their lips turning bluish-purple, clearly quite cold.

Kazama Ryoka hugged her arms, still shivering, and looked at the man blankly: "Is it winter already?"

The man clutched his chest, breathing heavily, and turned around, saying, "Anyway, let's go inside."

He didn't chase Kotegawa away.

Kazama Ryoka seemed to have lost her memory of what had just happened. She glanced at Kotegawa with slight worry, probably feeling that it was inappropriate to let a stranger into the house so abruptly. But since her husband had spoken, she could only let him go.

Kotegawa followed them into the wooden house.

The room had little decent furniture. A table was placed in front of the stove, with a cutting board, a basin, and a rolling pin on it. Another table was placed next to the bed, with an oil lamp on it.

The man relit the oil lamp, the tiny flame flickering erratically.

Kazama Ryouka turned around and pulled out several bundles of rough cloth from the corner, saying with a hint of embarrassment, "I'm sorry, we haven't had any guests in a long time..."

"No, you don't need to be so polite."

Kotegawa quickly took it.

He put it down and sat cross-legged.

The man coughed a few more times, pressing his fist to his mouth, then sat down, took a breath, and seemed a little more comfortable.

Kotegawa watched silently, with too many questions he wanted to ask.

He took out the bottle of Yin Qi Pills from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "Please use it."

The man paused for a moment, then reached out and took it, holding it in his hand. He looked up at him again before unscrewing the cap, pouring out a few pills, and popping them into his mouth.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Kazama Ryoka, who was standing next to him, was startled.

Kotegawa looked at her, his doubts growing stronger.

She has truly forgotten so many things...

The man did not answer. After taking the Yin Qi Pill, his body became thicker again, and even the large hole in his chest shrank a little, but it did not completely close up and still looked shocking.

"Please take as many as you like, I have plenty more," he said softly, then took out three more bottles and placed them in front of him.

The two ghosts opposite them both opened their eyes wide.

The man couldn't keep his composure any longer and looked at him in astonishment: "How can there be so many of these treasures?"

"They were all dug in the cave..." Kotegawa asked him, "None of that matters... What happened to your wounds, and to Aunt Ryouka?"

Kazama Ryoka looked at him in surprise: "Eh? You called me auntie? Am I that old?"

“Uh…” Kotegawa was slightly embarrassed.

Although she maintained a very youthful appearance, calling her "Auntie" was still too much of a stretch. He looked at her gently, but ultimately didn't say "Mother-in-law."

谷晽

That would definitely scare her.

The man gently patted her, took her hand, and looked at Kotegawa: "I lost my composure."

His condition has improved significantly; he is no longer as weak and powerless as before, and even coughing is difficult for him.

Kotegawa leaned forward slightly, as if listening attentively.

The man looked down at his chest, paused for a moment, and slowly asked, "Tell me how you died?"