I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

Yamamura Mako couldn't help but pick up the milk on one side and took a big sip to calm down the shock in her heart.

She felt like it was getting more and more chaotic now.

……

"Teacher, I...have nothing else to buy. Can I save the money?"

Kayako said weakly.

"Of course, you have the final say. If you save it, it will be considered as your spending, not giving it back to me."

Kayako is willing to put forward his own opinion, and Yoshizaki River naturally welcomes it.

Hearing this, she nodded.

Later, I went to buy some daily necessities and food, as well as sanitary napkins and other things for coconut milk.

Following Teacher Yoshizakigawa, carrying cake home;

Kayako's eyes looked at the pattern on the cake from time to time.

Before, she wanted to draw the teacher, Xiao Hei, Mr. Asuka Saito, and Tomie Kawakami together, but when she drew Tomie,

She found that there was no room for her figure on the small cake.

This couldn't help but remind her of Tomie's terrifying appearance in the psychic club. I'm afraid he was just like a cake, unable to accommodate her, right?

When she got home, she wanted to cut the cake vertically, but then she found that she was separated from her teacher.

Then--

She cut everyone in half horizontally,

In this case, everyone will be together.

"Teacher, this is for you to eat."

She gave the piece with the most parts of herself to Yoshizakigawa.

Looking at the cake, Yoshizaki Kawa didn't think too much about it. No normal person would think too much about this kind of thing.

He responded with a smile and then ate it.

Seeing this scene, Kayako also smiled happily.

……

The day passed quickly,

At night, although the heavy snow for several days had stopped, the sky was still covered by thick clouds, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

In the courtyard, he had already cleaned up the dead believers, but the solidified blood on the ground was still buried in the soil. Unless the entire piece of land was shoveled away, it would be difficult to clean it up.

Of course, men don't care about these things.

He once again sat cross-legged on the high platform. In front of the man was an ancient stone statue with a vague face.

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Chapter 132 The Dream of the Dead

The man gently stroked the stone statue. Due to the age, the water chestnuts of the stone statue had been smoothed away.

In fact, it didn't take long for me to take it out from there. It seemed that after leaving the door, it wore out faster.

In fact, a long time ago, he was a villager in a village on the mountain.

In that village, there is a back mountain. It is said that there is also a tribe in the back mountain, guarding a gate that is said to be connected to hell.

It has no name, just a door.

According to the legend, the alchemist used his magical power to seal the door, but he was still resentful, so he sent someone to guard it strictly.

Each year is supplemented by ritual suppression.

But, maybe something went wrong one day.

The door opened,

In the middle of the night, Xu was driven by curiosity and walked to the door.

Perhaps it cannot be called a door. It was an ordinary well. At the mouth of the well, I picked up an ordinary stone statue dedicated to gods.

The stone statue's face was shattered, but it automatically recovered in front of him at the strange wellhead.

Then, he brought it out himself.

They learned that the stone statue that originally belonged to the god's residence was lodged by an unimaginably terrifying evil spirit.

The evil ghost entrusted him with a dream, asking him to find a body for it, and it granted him endless lifespan and unimaginable power.

Under the guidance of evil spirits, he knew how to appear holy to deceive the people and became the leader of the church.

And in the rituals again and again, he continues to extend his life. He has lived for more than a hundred years, but he still looks young.

But it was precisely because of the fear of the evil ghost that he did not dare to let it be born, for fear that after it was born, everything would be deprived of him.

Ghosts cannot be believed.

So, he kept searching;

Finally, I finally found a way to use the evil ghost without letting it be born.

That is, let the evil ghost in front of you continue to be reborn, and every time you will kill his reincarnated body when it is unable to resist.

Then use secret methods to split the body into several parts, so that the evil ghost's will cannot be unified.

Therefore, by constantly using this method, you can deprive evil spirits of their power, extend your lifespan, and increase your own strength.

Because of his own methods, the evil ghost's self-will became weaker and weaker, and he almost lost his independent will in reincarnations.

But due to the continuous worship, his power became stronger and stronger, and finally he was filled with all kinds of disordered memories, and he became a complete beast.

And every time, he would sleep with the saint in advance, and then let the kidnapped child have his own bloodline in disguise.

So again and again, he finally became the "father" recognized by the beast.

Of course, the last time was not successful. The beast did not take up residence in the body. It should be Qinzi's fault.

She frightened the beast.

However, by simply entering a part of it, I can continue to use its power to extend my life and deceive the believers.

But the power of this body cannot extend his life for too long.

That's why he urged the saint to find a suitable candidate as soon as possible.

"Kawakami Tomie——"

"Let me see how beautiful you are!"

In the West, Mary, the mother of Jesus, was conceived by God’s grace. Today, she also had a dream in which she was conceived.

A man in a large robe lifted up the red cloth of the stone statue in front of him;

Then he took off his shirt;

There is almost only a layer of skin left on his naked upper body, and all flesh and blood has almost disappeared. Especially on the withered skin, various Japanese mantras and strange talismans are written with vermilion. The man looks like an evil ghost from hell. generally.

"Come on, it's time for bed."

The man swallowed the half of the comb, and it got stuck in his throat and cut his esophagus, causing black and red blood to flow out.

He tilted his head back, and his throat muscles were particularly skilled in swallowing.

After a while, he ate it forcefully.

Then he chewed and swallowed the hair stolen by one of his subordinates;

The next moment, as he recited a mantra quickly, his esophagus was cut and blood flowed into his trachea. In the eyes of others, he was just making a gurgling sound;

However, just then;

He tilted his head and closed his eyes suddenly.

……

Tomie didn't want to sleep. When she thought about the guy coming to her place tomorrow, she kept arranging the things in a direction she thought was better.

Her villa is very big, with a small garden on the fourth floor.

Usually she would ask a nanny and some workers to tidy it up. Although it had been tidied up before, she always felt that some places were inappropriate.

So, after learning that Yoshizakigawa could not come today, he would come tomorrow.

She has been thinking about how to make that guy admire her aesthetics. It is best to kneel in front of her and kneel down for her understanding of aesthetics.

In short, she wanted Yoshizakigawa to think that this villa was great, that she was awesome, and that she could keep such a large place in order by herself.

Tomie has even thought about his wording, such as saying that he actually cleans it every day - even though he actually cleans it every week.

She sat on the bed, looked at the vase in front of her, and decided to have its flowers facing the door;

But at this moment, Fu Jiang blinked and suddenly felt a little sleepy;

"However, now is not the time to be sleepy, Tomie, you must make that guy's jaw drop!"

She shook her head and drank a glass of water, and her sleepiness dissipated.

Then he changed the direction of the vase and changed the comic book on one side to an English dictionary. This way the guy must think that he is studying hard and will not give himself tutoring lessons!

Fujiang praised his wit!

……

At the same time, after Tomie easily got rid of the sleepiness caused by the curse.

The leader still entered the dreamland.

Because, in that bunch of hair, there was not only Tomie's hair, but also——the saint.

Matsumoto Fukasuki’s hair;

At this moment, the remaining trace of Song Yuan Shenyue's consciousness that has not been swallowed up by Bixian is still lingering in Fu Jiang's dream. He no longer knows how many layers of dreams there are.