You say this is a love game?

It sounded like a teenager's voice.

Toshiya Hosokawa relaxed his guard.

"What delivery? Did you send it to the wrong one? I didn't do any shopping."

When he opened the door, he saw a young man wearing a raincoat in the sunshine. His face was cold and pale, and he was as stiff as a corpse. Behind him was a little girl in red clothes.

The girl raised her eyes, and her delicate face, like a porcelain doll, revealed visible sadness.

Chapter 048 I'll avenge you

"what!!"

The moment he saw the zashiki, Toshiya Hosokawa let out a scream of extreme fear.

The fear he had felt for the past month seemed to be materialized. He slammed the door shut, but was suddenly kicked by Mizutani Makoto, who was on guard. The man, whose body was hollowed out by alcohol, fell backwards with weak steps.

He struggled on the ground and crawled back into the house.

"There's a ghost!!"

Mizutani Makoto was about to chase in, but he felt someone grabbing his wrist. He looked down and saw Zashiki looking at him sadly.

Those eyes filled with red and black seemed to be asking him - what was he going to do?

Is he bewitched by a female ghost?

Mizutani Makoto licked his lips and realized that he was a little dehydrated.

My lips are chapped and my throat is dry and uncomfortable.

He turned his head and looked outside. The sky had cleared up after the rain and the sun was shining brightly.

Mizutani Makoto asked, "Do you hate him?"

Zashiki shook his head at first, but then, meeting Mizutani Makoto's serious gaze, he nodded slightly.

Thick blood dripped from the girl's skirt and bloomed like petals. The blood spread along the floor into the house, and scarlet veins almost covered the entire wall.

Ah, it is indeed a vengeful spirit of very high purity.

Mizutani Makoto smiled silently.

He was first hit by a car and fainted. When he woke up in severe pain, he found himself trapped in a suitcase.

It would be fine if it ended like this.

But the driver had a change of heart and opened her suitcase, allowing her to breathe a sigh of hope, but then he extinguished the flame of hope with a ferocious look on his face.

She died alone in the darkness of the underground.

Fear, resentment, unwillingness, hope, love...all kinds of obsessions intertwined, finally allowing her to open her eyes at the crossroads of misfortune and look at the world again.

How much of the obsession that drove her to wake up was love and how much was hate?

"sorry."

After nearly seven or eight hours, Mizutani Makoto heard the sound of Zashiki other than breathing for the first time. The sound was still clear, but with a painful tremor.

From the moment he got on the zashiki, the girl had been hugging him from behind, her presence revealed only by her faint, cold breathing.

She knows everything.

Except for her name, which remained on the corpse, she remembered everything. She also knew what she was and where Mizutani Makoto's weakness came from.

The "warmth" she felt recently was actually Mizutani Makoto's life.

She has been passively and unrestrainedly plundering Mizutani Makoto's life. Every time she gets closer to the nostalgic warmth, she is wasting Mizutani Makoto's life.

This caused her a lot of pain.

Whether it was what she had done or the terrifying impulse that emerged in her heart.

"I'm a bad kid. Not only did I hurt my big brother, but I also wanted to hurt others..."

No.

She had clearly promised her mother to be a good child.

She didn't want to hurt others, but the resentment in her heart could not be faked. The moment she saw Hosokawa Toshiya, the blood had already bloomed like a red spider lily, as if to pierce him.

Mizutani Makoto whispered, "What's that? No one will say you're a bad kid. If anyone dares to say that, just tell me and I'll go talk to them."

As he said this, he snorted in a mocking tone.

A faint breath came in front of her. She looked at Mizutani Makoto who was bending over again. His raincoat, which had been dried by the rain, looked wrinkled, and his pale face made people feel that he would not live long.

However, the pale face made the dark pupils look even brighter.

"Come with me."

"I'll take you there to find you."

Mizutani Makoto is not bringing Zashiki to play house.

He was coming to end it all.

He casually pulled out the umbrella placed at the entrance, used the slender umbrella as a knife, tore off the wrinkled raincoat on his body, and threw it aside.

To be honest, Mizutani Makoto felt very weak.

But perhaps it was the various extreme combat experiences in the cracks that tempered him. He was suffocated, burned, crushed, had his kidneys taken out, and was bitten... He experienced almost all kinds of torture that sounded terrifying.

This is the Earth Online version of Soul Travel. It has no invincibility frames and shield counters, but adds real-time feedback of injuries. It is a complete torture simulator from ancient times to the present, both in China and abroad.

Sometimes, Mizutani Makoto feels that his tolerance for pain and death is no longer human.

But it must be said that this kind of "slowness" that was very similar to mental illness helped him a lot at this moment.

He could still wield a sword.

How can this game of yours foster any young and gentle boy?

He is clearly a natural born warrior who is not afraid of life or death!

Toshiya Hosokawa fled into the house.

My brain, which had been numbed by gambling for several years, felt so clear for the first time.

Is that a human or a ghost?

It must be a ghost!

He saw all the spreading blood, including the young man whose face was as pale as a corpse... They must have come to seek revenge. The police didn't find him, but something more terrifying came to their door!

Toshiya Hosokawa closed the door in fear, but his hand twisted and his thoughts were instantly frozen by the fear that surged in his heart.

The door lock was broken.

This old house was a legacy left to him by his parents. He hardly lived here on weekdays. It had fallen into disrepair and many door locks and pipes had problems. He had thought about renovating the place, but his final decision was to wait until the storm died down, sell the house and then mortgage it for some money to turn his life around.

but now……

Hosokawa Toshiya fell back and, driven by the desire to survive, crawled to the corner of the room.

He fumbled for his phone, dialed the police, and shouted at the other end, "Hurry, please, I hit someone with my car... No, I'm a vicious criminal. I killed a little girl with my own hands. I'm in Tottori Prefecture right now..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Suddenly, there was a violent tremor behind me.

Bang! !

The half-closed door was kicked open.

The young man's cold face was filled with undisguised anger, a pair of blood-red pupils opened behind him, and his resentful gaze poured into Hosokawa Toshiya's brain like poisonous mercury.

He could only feel fear silently climbing up his spine. Every inch of progress felt like cold fingers gradually tightening his nerves. When the chill finally reached the top of his skull, the whole world seemed to have instantly fallen into an ice cellar, with only the melody of despair still echoing in his chest.

"Ah, ah..."

His phone didn't even dial.

It's not a shutdown due to unpaid bills.

"The number you dialed is out of service..."

The blood dripping from the girl's skirt had spread its bloody veins to every corner of the house.

A "twist" is formed.

Just like the darkness shown on the thirteenth step, this is the "distortion" that breaks free from the rules of the present world and the past world!

"Answer me, where did you bury her?"

“Uh, ah—”

With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the umbrella, twisted into thin strips, was violently pulled down.

Mizutani Makoto even felt that his mind was inexplicably clear, and when he chopped it down vertically, his thoughts were clearer than ever before.

What a trouble, he seems to have never used a knife in a serious fight.

But it doesn't have much impact.

The sword skills he used to kill ghosts were a waste of his talent when used to kill people.

Hosokawa Toshiya screamed like a pig being slaughtered. It was clearly the umbrella that was pulled away, but the skin underneath his shoulder, which had been falling because of the resistance he had taken, quickly turned red and hot, and was even swollen, with blood faintly seeping out.

"I don't have the patience to listen to your nonsense. You'd better tell me where you buried her before I beat you to death."

Chapter 049 Satori Yoshiko

The eyeballs of the woman by the window.

Items driven by spiritual power are enough to terrify enemies whose upper limit does not exceed "paper".

Makoto Mizutani didn't know what the rating of "Paper" was, but he had tried and studied it - when he used it on Miss JK and when he used it on Ksitigarbha, the duration of fear was different. From this, it can be determined that the duration of fear is affected by strength.

As for the fact that he killed the Ksitigarbha monk who was being tested, which triggered Tang Shizi's subsequent deeds... it later fully proved that Tang Shizi was indeed not "paper" level, and was not on the same level as those miscellaneous soldiers.

He has always used this item against monsters.

But what would happen if this prop were used on humans?

How can humans who don't even have spiritual power resist this powerful fear that is enough to control evil spirits?

Toshiya Hosokawa's psychological defenses were instantly destroyed. He knelt on the ground, looking up at the boy who was holding an umbrella high. He did not find the scene funny at all, but was completely shocked by the anger burning in the boy's eyes.

He would actually kill himself.

He didn't stop pulling back with any force, and the umbrella even deformed visibly. When he threw it away and was replaced with wooden and iron sticks, he was really beaten to death!

"I know where it is! I'll take you... you guys there. Can you spare my life?"

In extreme fear, Hosokawa Toshiya chose to lead the way without hesitation.

This road is not as far as you think.

It was in a remote rural area of ​​Tottori Prefecture, and there were almost no passers-by along the way. We went straight to the place where Toshiya Hosokawa buried the body, which was a small slope on the mountain.

In front of the slope, there are green grass seedlings and a few newly grown wild flowers scattered around.

Mizutani Makoto looked up at the sky. It should be afternoon now. He felt a strong sense of fatigue, but knew that it was not time to rest yet.

A gentle breeze blew.

With the smell of earth, it shakes the grass and wild flowers on the slopes.

Zashiki stared blankly at the place.

"This is it..."

"I can give you anything you want, including this house and all the cars outside. Please let me go. I know I was wrong and I won't do it again..."

Hosokawa Toshiya spoke with tears in his eyes.

He didn't know what Mizutani Makoto's purpose was, and he didn't dare to think about why the girl who was hit to death reappeared here with the appearance of a vengeful ghost.

He just wanted to survive, no matter what.

Makoto Mizutani watched his performance coldly. Not to mention bargaining with Toshiya Hosokawa, he didn't even bother to look at this man.

He ignored Hosokawa Toshiya's intentions and completely treated him as a transparent person, allowing fear to ferment in his heart.