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

Religious festivals are very common in Japan, and some larger ones even involve parades.

Especially in spring and summer, shrines and temples may hold such events.

One is to attract pilgrims and tourists to the shrine they worship, and the other is to organize some activities such as a snack street in their own courtyard after the parade. At that time, they can ask the government to rent out stalls, or they can rent out stalls as a landlord and make a small profit.

You just need to report it to the local Metropolitan Police Department.

I watched the people coming and going through the car window. Even in the middle of the day, I could see the scenery outside clearly through the black glass.

The conditions of those people seemed a little abnormal. They were chanting some unclear words, raising their hands and making strange gestures, as if they were ready to release ninjutsu at any time.

But this was nothing like the lively and cheerful atmosphere of a normal festival.

Looking closely, those people had expressions of pain on their faces, and they just kept repeating the same sentence over and over again, and the voices gradually became more uniform from being scattered at the beginning.

The tidy chanting sounds make people wonder if they are in some majestic temple as soon as they close their eyes.

But when he opened his eyes, the scene was extremely strange.

The driver gradually realized that his entire car was surrounded by the crowd, with people in front, behind, left and right.

And they all just made the same gestures and recited scriptures.

It was clearly an activity to worship gods, but there were no flags waving, no sacred dances or music, only repetitive sounds and people in ordinary clothes.

For a moment, the whole street seemed to turn into a stream of water.

The people coming and going are the water itself, and the words that keep repeating are like the sound of water.

But that sound could not give people the tranquility of chanting Buddhist scriptures, but instead a feeling of irritability.

It's like a mentally weak person is about to fall asleep, but the sound keeps ringing and can't be stopped, making it impossible to sleep.

An inexplicable irritation made the driver cover his ears, but even though the sound was separated by the window and his hands, he still seemed to be able to hear the sound.

"drop!!"

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he hit the whistle button.

The next moment the chanting stopped, but the driver also found that people on the street were looking at him from all directions.

"Mu, it's time."

Because he didn't want his friend to enter his room, Xiangzi just closed the door with Mu and talked in the public area. When he heard the sound, he thought it was the driver urging him to say that time was running out, so he pushed open the door.

Come to think of it, the street was quite lively before, why did it become quiet after the horn sounded?

Xiangzi pushed open the door and saw people on the street looking at her with painful expressions and making strange gestures.

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Chapter 114: What a powerful ingredient!

"Ugh?"

Shoko Toyokawa looked at this strange scene and was a little at a loss.

She always felt that life was bad enough for her. Her mother died, and her father was expelled by her grandfather just because she had just started her band. She moved in with her father willfully to help him with his life. She even started thinking about dropping out of school and looking for a job. But then she met the shadow who suddenly broke into their house.

Just let her gather the three buffs: the disappeared mother, the debt-ridden father, and the broken self.

Reality seemed to be playing a joke on her time and time again. It wanted to give her a good start, but time and time again, the things that ordinary people envied of her were broken into pieces and taken away from her.

Destroy the beautiful, destroy the complete, and take away what you have.

But today, it seemed as if the world was playing a joke on her again, and when Mu came to her house, he encountered the same thing again.

Without any hesitation, Xiangzi closed the door and locked it.

Mu stared blankly at Xiangzi, who looked as if he was facing a great enemy, and tilted his head in surprise.

"Xiang, what's wrong?"

"Follow me first!"

Xiangzi didn't explain much. He just took a chair and blocked the door of the apartment. Without caring whether other tenants in the apartment had any objections, he pulled Ruoye Mu into her house.

"Ah? Xiangzi, Mu...are you here as a guest? I'll let you see your uncle being rude."

Shoko Toyokawa went up and pushed away her father who was still watching TV, and turned off the TV remote control.

"what?"

It was the first time that Xiang's father was treated so roughly by his own daughter, and he didn't know what was going on.

To be precise, he had just sobered up. Something scary seemed to have happened the night before, but he couldn't remember it very clearly.

He woke up in the hospital.

Then the doctor told him to drink less, he came back and had a fight with Xiangzi, then continued drinking and woke up just now.

Shoko Toyokawa went straight to the windowsill, pushed open the old frosted glass with all her strength and looked outside.

She saw a whole street of people below.

There were hundreds of people wandering around in the midday sun, making the same gestures and chanting the same words.

Xiangzi suddenly realized that they might not be coming for him.

As the recitation went on, some people seemed to be unable to hold on any longer and began to attack the house next door.

"Uh ah ah!"

Like a spring that has been suppressed to the extreme and rebounded, a person finally could not maintain the gesture any longer, and began to crash directly into the house next door with a painful look on his face.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Ahhh!"

The sound of the collision mixed with the man's screams. A residential door that could be opened to the street was not something that could be opened with such force.

With the impact, the man's shoulders were obviously swollen and collapsed, and blood flowed down bit by bit.

But even in this situation, he was still banging on the door, as if he didn't care about his own life at all.

The strangest thing was those people, those who were with him. They seemed not to have noticed his miserable plight. They continued to spin around and mutter to themselves.

Just now, Kerry used the chat room to ask Kirito to ask a friend to call the police, but he got the same result. They said that a festival was being held on the street. Then the second time, Kerry asked Kirito to make the matter sound more serious, saying that someone had died at the festival. This time, the other party promised to arrive as soon as possible, but after so long, there is still no movement.

While boiling water in a kettle, Kerry brought a bucket of oil to the window and watched everything with great interest.

As their voices grew, the fragrance of the entire street became stronger.

He was a little unsure of what the situation was.

However, on the other side, Shoko Toyokawa came to a set of conclusions with her outstanding imagination.

Could it be? Could it be that those people below were actually being controlled by something, and they thought that performing this action could avoid being controlled, and that person had already lost control?

As luck would have it, the facts were very similar to what Shoko Toyokawa had deduced.

Those people have sacrificed their names, but they also have their own ideas. Although they are fanatical, they are not crazy.

Otherwise, they should be excited and happy to be the nourishment of the Buddha Mother, instead of moving the Buddha Mother to a big city and hoping that something will kill the Buddha Mother, or that the Buddha Mother will choose more people as her targets, thereby reducing the probability of them being harmed.

But since we got the things from the evil god, they are not that good.

When the evil god senses a threat and requires them to sacrifice their lives to stop it, all they can do is desperately resist, using offerings and praying to the evil god in the hope of gaining forgiveness.

Faced with these slaves who are unwilling to sacrifice themselves for him, the evil god will naturally not show any mercy to them.

Give them pain and make them feel that life is worse than death. If they don't want to continue feeling it or can't hold on any longer, they must behave themselves.

This is the evil god's conspiracy. There are so many ordinary human beings. As a person who insists on meddling in other people's business, can you still bring yourself to harm these innocent people?

Even if you could do it, aren't you afraid of being investigated by the authorities? This is your home. No matter how powerful you are, you will get into trouble if you kill so many people.

You are not a normal human being. You want to mess with me, but don’t humans want to mess with you?

Even if you are not arrested by the authorities, don't even think about getting into trouble for me in peace in the future.

This thing's intelligence and understanding of human society are extraordinary.

"Mu, don't look."

Xiangzi grabbed Mutou, who was sticking his little head out of the windowsill to see what was happening.

At this time, Xiang's father finally noticed something was wrong. He leaned over to take a look, and was so scared that his legs went weak.

"Outside...outside, what's going on?"

Ignoring her father, Xiangzi also called the police, but the answer also made her feel cold.

And even more terrifying things were happening. Several people finally couldn't bear the torture anymore. Like a Hinamizawa syndrome attack, they could no longer maintain the gesture and began frantically scratching their skin with their nails. As they scratched, the flesh peeled off like humus on the ground. Those who could no longer hold on quickly rushed in all directions, and soon brought something.

"That's... gasoline?!"

Xiangzi's father stood up, took a look outside and fell to the ground again.

"Xiangzi, Xiangzi, run!"

He told his daughter to run away, but he didn't think about how his daughter would run away in such a situation.

But Xiangzi, who was still wondering what they were holding, pursed his lips in disbelief.

What should we do? Will the fire spread to our side? Even the three people next door wouldn't be able to protect themselves in such a situation. So...

Just as she was thinking.

She saw the window of the building next door open and something was thrown out.

"Welcome to your Uncle Kerry's Happy House!"

Along with the throwing of the things, there was also a frivolous voice.

At this time, the men carrying the oil drums arrived and ran towards the downstairs of the Kerry family from another direction, while Xiangzi was still wondering what was going on.

"Snapped!"

It sounded like something falling to the ground.

"boom!"

Under the horrified eyes of Shoko Toyokawa, the sound of flames and explosions filled the entire street in an instant.

The red and yellow flames engulfed everything, as if frying fish in the river of people.

The intense light made her squat down and close her eyes, but when she opened her eyes and looked up from below again, the street had turned into a blood-stained charred area.

Undoubtedly, that so-called Buddha Mother made a wrong estimate. No matter how many people there were or whether they were at her doorstep or not, Kerry just dared to do it.

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Chapter 115: The drummer with a bad temper.

Shrapnel and flames appeared on the battlefield in an instant.

The man on fire looked around for something to put out the fire.

The heavy religious feeling that permeated the streets disappeared, replaced by the human instrumental background music that Kerry had often heard recently.

"Fire! It hurts! Help! Help!"

"Ahhh! My legs won't move! Help me! Don't step on me! Don't! Ahhhh!"

Listening to these soothing sounds, Kerry leaned out of the window with satisfaction to see what was happening on the street.

The center of the street was blown black, and people farther away were pierced by shrapnel and struggling on the ground, bleeding.

The gasoline barrels held by those people were ignited by the Soviet-style firecrackers that Kerry imported from the village chief. Thick smoke billowed as it burned on the ground. Those people who were on fire were running and rolling around like crazy.

It is truly a scene of vibrant life, with everything flourishing.

The only flaw is the other believers who were not shot.

Facing the fire on the ground and those wailing companions.

They acted as if they hadn't seen it. Their expressions were distorted and painful, as if they were in great torment.

How the hell is this not tormenting? They worship the gods just to gain wealth and fame.

This damn Kerry came up and directly turned more than a dozen people into life. Then the Buddha Mother asked them to deal with Kerry, otherwise she would torture them.