Zongman, can you be immortal with me for the rest of your life?

Like a drowning person who found that the last hemp rope was beginning to collapse, Goto Ichiri kept shouting out non-existent hope, shaking his head, rolling his eyes as if he was about to faint, trying to deny everything that was happening before his eyes.

But at this moment, the feeling in her body pulled her back to reality from her impending mental collapse.

The big hand that was covering her mouth and making her feel uncomfortable was taken away.

Kerry wiped his hands on the other person's pink sportswear in disgust, and he couldn't tell if the wetness on his hands was from sweat or tears.

Then he stood up, took out a dagger from his arms, and walked out directly in Goto Ichiri's horrified eyes.

"who are you?!"

As Kerry walked out from behind the Buddha statue, questions were heard in the hall, followed by screams.

Then there was the sound of hitting and Kerry asking questions.

Goto Ichiri was so nervous that he didn't hear what was said at all.

Goto Ichiri didn't know how she moved. She always didn't dare to talk to strangers, let alone in this situation.

At this moment, she didn't even know what was happening outside.

But that feeling of extreme fear required her to do something, and her reason was also forcing her to understand the current situation.

Then Goto Ichiri also poked his head out from behind the Buddha statue.

The candlelight danced in the breeze in the night, and the flickering light allowed Goto Ichiri to see clearly, and the dazzling red splashed onto the sacred golden sculpture.

The man wearing a hood, who had made her laugh when he gave her a fake name, was holding a human head dripping with blood and placed it on the offering plate that was originally filled with fruits.

The smell of blood and the shock of the scene before him twisted the strings in Goto Ichiri's brain until they were untied.

The dim firelight shone on the cheap black mask, giving it a frosted sheen like artificial leather. Brighter than the light were the eyes that reflected the firelight and blood, filled with anger or some other emotion, it was unclear.

Ignoring the red pattern on his new clothes, Kerry turned around and walked out of the hall with the dagger in his hand.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Just as he didn't know how he came out from behind the Buddha statue, Goto Ichiri didn't know how he asked this question.

But at this moment, the worry about her family and the feeling of helplessness filled Goto Ichiri's heart. The panic and helplessness made her confused, but she had no choice but to hold on to an idea in her mind and put it into practice.

Kerry turned his head to look at her, shook his head, and left her with a brief pronunciation.

"Kill!"

After hesitating for a moment, he realized that if he waited for the two monks to come back, the best outcome for him might be starvation. So Goto Ichiri summoned up all his strength and rushed out with legs that were so scared that they were about to kneel down at any moment.

On the other side, the hotel.

Sato Kazuma had been looking for something everywhere since the beginning. He heard someone coming upstairs and quickly inserting the key to try to open the next room, so he immediately found something and forcefully inserted it into the keyhole to prevent it from being unlocked.

At the same time, Kazuma, feeling that something was wrong, began to rummage through the drawers, looking for any weapons for self-defense.

At the same time, Kazuma smelled a huge fragrance, as if telling him how many people were outside the door. He also heard the sound of violent banging on the door and the man's roar.

"Assholes! What are you doing?! I've already called the police, and the Metropolitan Police Department will be here soon! I even took a video and posted it online! If you don't want to go in, don't move!"

"Oh! Call the police? The Metropolitan Police Department is full of us, you can't go anywhere!"

But this small hotel had nothing except two bottles of shoe polish, disposable toothpaste and toothbrushes, emergency matches and charging cables, and a barely usable broom stick.

So Kazuma immediately opened the window, confirmed that the other party seemed to be coming from the front door, and prepared to jump out the window to leave.

But at this moment, the crying of the woman next door was heard again, and there was also the painful cry of the man who was forcing the door.

"Assholes! I won't let you hurt my family!"

"Tsk! He's just an ordinary office worker, so why is he so determined?"

Kazuma muttered softly, but lowered his foot that had already stepped onto the windowsill.

Kazuma's mind had already told him the escape route, but his heart gave him another crazy idea.

"Damn it!"

Who made me such a rotten person who is obviously afraid of pain, suffering, and lustful, yet can't sit idly by when a little girl is about to be hit by a car...

In the next room, Goto Naoki was holding the door tightly, his eyes tearing up as he listened to his wife Michiyo crying.

But despite this, he also knew that he and the folding fan could not hold out for long, and the other party seemed to have asked someone to find tools such as hammers.

He could only hope that his eldest daughter was okay. As a man, he felt like crying as he thought about it. If he, his daughter, and his wife fell into the hands of these people, who knew what painful and dirty things would happen.

Just at this moment, a young man's scolding voice suddenly came.

"Uncle next door! Wait for the right opportunity and run away with your family!"

"what?"

The next moment after this sound was heard, the door of the next room opened, and the people outside the door seemed to be frightened and screamed.

"Ahhh! Don't come over here!"

At the same time, Goto Naoki also felt the force of the impact outside the door lighten. Although he suspected that this was a trick directed by the other party to trick him into opening the door, considering that it would be a disaster if he dragged it on, and he could not jump out of the window with his little daughter who was still unconscious, Goto Naoki opened the door with the idea of gambling on his last hope.

What caught his eyes was...fire!

Something burning with flames was struggling to drive those people away from the hall.

"go!"

He picked up his daughter and called his wife. They picked up a wrench they had found earlier and rushed out without caring that their finances were still in the cabinet.

Meanwhile, downstairs, feeling the familiar pain of his body being burned by flames, Kazuma screamed, but at the same time, he used his body, which felt stronger than before, to rush towards those guys.

Pour shoe polish on the quilt, then light the quilt with a match, and then cover yourself with the burning quilt!

Sato Kazuma grinned grimly, his head bleeding profusely from being hit by a flying pair of pliers, but no one stopped him.

He poured the cooking oil he found downstairs in front of the hall door, letting the tables, chairs, cushions and tatami burn like his body. Finally, he blocked himself in front of the door and was hit on the head with a kitchen knife.

[Sato Kazuma has died and is waiting to be resurrected...]

...

Goto Naoki held his daughter and exerted the last of his body's functions. Thinking of the figure on fire just now, he felt mixed emotions, but there was no time to think about so much. He had to rush back to his car immediately.

Fortunately, the place where he parked was not far away, so he immediately got in with his wife and daughter.

Only when he stepped on the accelerator with all his strength did a feeling of panic appear in his heart.

The tires of the car were locked!

Even though the engine was running at full speed, the car was able to crawl forward a distance with the lock breaking through the plastic of the car's shell.

And more people gathered in the distance.

"It's over..."

Goto Naoki dejectedly took his hands off the steering wheel and looked at his wife, who also looked pale, and the little daughter in her arms.

But at this moment, two beams of high beams came with a long whistle.

"wayyyyy!"

A truck carrying goods was chasing those people with extremely violent potential energy.

Only then did Goto Naoki realize that those people did not seem to be looking for him, but they were just being run over by the car!

Chapter 21 Do you want to dance too?

"Hee! Do you like it?"

Kerry stepped on the accelerator and turned madly, crushing those things that had no time to escape.

The yellow high beams of the truck seemed to have turned into the gaze of the god of death, and screams of terror filled the places they passed through.

"Ow! Asshole! My hand!"

"Ahhhhhh! Don't come over here!"

"boom!"

"Click! Click!"

The screaming crowd was as noisy as a large group of field mice screaming and fleeing, adding a feeling that was not originally there in the already bustling village at night.

"Otomo! Isn't that your car?"

"I left it with my son when I left the house... No! My family!"

Listening to the screams and wails, Kerry showed no mercy and crushed towards the place where he felt the fragrance came from, just like controlling a wheat harvester.

Because the car was high enough, there was no need to turn on the wipers to clean the blood.

"We're...saved?" Goto Naoki, who was sitting in his car, stared blankly at the vehicle that was rushing through the crowd like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, his face a little stiff.

Just now, those villagers were like a pack of wolves he encountered in the wilderness late at night, making him feel desperate and powerless.

I deeply regret bringing my wife and daughter on this trip. I tried my best but still needed the life-threatening help of others to escape. I felt despair when I got in the car and found it was locked. All of this was given to me by them.

But at this moment, those demons that once brought him immense despair were fleeing around like mice seeing a cat.

Some of them ran fast and took refuge in alleys and other places where cars were difficult to drive in, or in buildings, but most of them could not withstand the speed of the trucks.

Goto Naoki swallowed his saliva as he watched a group of people being slammed into the wall a few meters away, and a few others being run over by the wheels, causing the huge truck to shake a few times, leaving a pool of blood and wailing on the ground.

He knew the Metropolitan Police Department wouldn't do that. So, could one of the few outsiders in the village be the other college student in the next room? These students these days are truly terrifying.

Also looking at this place at the same time was Goto Ichiri who ran out of the temple.

Looking at this scene that made her want to vomit, her brain froze again, but with a wider perspective, she saw something even more horrifying the next moment.

The flesh that was crushed...seemed to be crawling up...

The smell of blood that was strong enough to reach his nose through the window did not change Ke Li's expression. He had already asked the beheaded monk before, and every household in the village was at least aware of it, or participated in it and provided help, so there was no need to hold back.

Yes, the leaves in the mouths of the two monks certainly could not be Dahongpao or Yunwu Tea. They were real banned drugs.

As for the zombies and cannibalism, Kerry just hoped that they were not the things in his memory. If so, that would be terrible.

Shiki is a very old anime, but the story is quite interesting.

The story mainly tells about the heroine, Sako Kirishi, who was turned into a ghoul after her blood was sucked by a man on a boat a hundred years ago. She then accidentally saw a novel and felt a huge resonance with the protagonist in the novel who had to kill people to survive. She then moved into the Gotoba Village with her captured family as a wealthy person.

People begin to die in the village one after another, and eventually, with the help of the protagonist Ozaki Toshio and the second protagonist Yuuki Natsuno, who has turned into a ghoul but still sides with humans, the villagers turn from being hunted to being hunters, and then they ruthlessly capture the ghouls.

Although it happened a long time ago, several plots are still impressive. For example, after being transformed, the ghouls will retain their rationality and memory. It can even be said that they are people who are afraid of light, have to suck blood for a living, and are relatively difficult to kill. However, after his wife turned into a ghoul, Toshio Ozaki did not hesitate to conduct cruel experiments on her amid her wailing, looking for a way to kill this monster.

The villagers are also extremely materialistic. When a doctor, Toshio Ozaki, claims the place is haunted, the villagers, insisting it's definitely an infectious disease, reject superstition. Finally, to prove the existence of ghouls, Ozaki, who was threatened by a ghoul at the festival, stabs it with a knife, allowing everyone to watch the ghoul's wound heal and unite to fight the monster.

Of course, there is also the one with the highest blood pressure. At the end, the monk who wrote the novel that caused the corpses to run here finally realized that he just wanted to be free to do what he wanted according to his heart. He backstabbed the main C of the human camp and drove away to Tokyo with the heroine as the ending of the anime.

Kerry had long accepted how flawed this world was, and he wasn't frowning because it would be difficult to deal with if these things were the zombies.

Because the ghouls in my memory really have no life except that they will not die until their blood circulation stops. They are basically equivalent to the weakest zombies in various vampire entertainment works, or maybe they are just that thing. After all, the name ghoul is a name given by Toshio Ozaki when he was looking up the literature.

Except for a few with extremely low probability who have turned into werewolves who are not afraid of sunlight, can survive without sucking blood, and have amazing strength, other ordinary ghouls have no special abilities except for their night vision.

What makes Kerry feel difficult is that if this is really that thing, then there may be only one such thing in Japan. However, in the past few hundred years, even if it was just the vampire that infected the heroine, it would probably have sucked out a lot of disciples. If there was not just one hundreds of years ago, then the world would be full of this thing.

Clee suddenly felt that it was useless for him to be a demon hunter. He might have to wear a reverse swastika armband, grow a mustache and lead everyone to catch vampires and put them in the gas chamber.

However, as if to verify his bad premonition, Kerry, who had been paying attention to the villagers he had knocked down, also saw the wriggling flesh and blood under the light.

"Tsk!"

Kerry immediately decided to finish him off. With an unskilled U-turn, Kerry was ready to give a free full-body massage service to all those he had just run over or bumped into but not knocked down.

But just as he turned around, something suddenly penetrated the glass and went straight into the cab.

Kerry looked up and saw a young man with white hair and glasses holding a stick inserted into the cab to stabilize his body. He appeared on the side of the car door at some point.

At this time, his staff also pierced Kerry's side because of the huge power of the user.

"Donor, I'm offended."

Shizunobu Muroi spoke to Kerry about the monk, or werewolf, who killed his fellow villager many years ago and fled to Tokyo with the culprit, Sako Kirishi, who killed most of the villagers.

After a successful strike, Jingxin prepared to retract the special steel rod and jump out of the car.

In his eyes, an ordinary person would die with this blow.

But the next moment his eyes widened.

"Ahaha! Do you want to dance too?"