Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

Takahashi Hina's voice came from the other side of the corridor. Yukinoshita Yuri turned her head and straightened her expression.

Haruna Takahashi shook the water droplets off her hands and came running over in a flurry. Seeing that her aunt's cheeks were a little flushed, she asked curiously:

"Aunt Lily, why is your face a little red?"

"You must still be recovering from exercising." Yukinoshita Yuri stood up casually. "I'm going to change my clothes. You have your exams coming up soon, right? Don't play for too long."

Takahashi Hina's expression froze, she cupped her chubby face, and let out a cute wail:

"Aunt Lily, please don't bring up exams when I'm at my happiest..."

After Ms. Yuri left, Takahashi Hina skillfully inserted the game cartridge, then picked up a cushion and placed it in front of the coffee table, noticing that Hanakawa Yu was still sitting on the sofa.

"Yu, why are you sitting so far away? Sit closer and play."

"Wait a minute, I'm fine sitting here." Han Chuanyou was unusually serious at this moment.

Come here.

Takahashi Hina pulled him forcefully, but couldn't budge him. In the end, she was pulled into Hanakawa Yu's arms by the reaction force.

The girl smelled wonderful, like strawberry milk candy.

But at this moment, Han Chuan You's condition was indeed not good, and Takahashi Hina sensed something she shouldn't have sensed.

She sprang up from Han Chuanyou instantly, let out a short cry, covered her eyes with her hands, and looked shy.

"you you you……"

Han Chuan You displayed his traditional talent for shamelessness:

"Hina, you know that hot-blooded young men are easily tempted by the outside world, and I can't control myself."

Takahashi Haruna peeked again through her fingers; the little round face was rosy, and she was stuttering slightly.

"I...I understand. Aunt Lily is really something, she even told her to go change her clothes..."

She picked up a cushion and threw it at him to cover himself.

During the game, the girl seemed distracted, glancing at Han Chuan You beside her every now and then.

She felt extremely shocked, and her worldview was shaken. How could a boy's private parts be...?

……

"Miss Yukinoshita, thank you for your help today."

Meiyue, who was off work, came over to pick up her child and stood at the entrance to give a slight bow in thanks.

“It’s no trouble at all.” Yukinoshita Yuri smiled naturally. “We’re neighbors, so we should visit each other more often. I really like this child.”

As she spoke, she glanced at Han Chuanyou beside her, her eyes seemingly carrying a hidden meaning.

"I really like him, he's practically devouring me," Han Chuanyou thought to himself.

Han Chuan Mei Yue didn't pick up on any hidden meaning, but she felt quite pleased to hear others praising her younger brother.

She smiled and waved her hand, "Then we're going home. We'll talk again when we have time."

"Okay, goodbye."

Back home, Han Chuan Meiyue stood in the entryway and bent down to take off her shoes.

She disliked the restrictive feeling of stockings, so she simply took them off, revealing a pair of slender, fair feet with almost no bony shape.

The freed toes were clearly defined, and when they moved slightly, they were particularly eye-catching under the soft light.

"Finally home." She breathed a long sigh of relief and turned to ask, "Xiaoyou, are you hungry? I got some food from the restaurant, including authentic braised pork and lion's head meatballs."

"I've already eaten at Miss Lily's house. Mizuki, you're a little late today."

Han Chuanyou took the handbag and packing bag from her hands.

It's better not to mention it, because just mentioning it makes Mizuki angry:

"It's all because some unreliable guy messed up the document. In the end, the data didn't match up, and it took a long time to check it again before it was finally done."

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of regret.

"Since you've finished eating, I'll have to eat dinner alone."

"How can I let you eat alone, Miyuki?" Han Chuanyou put the food down and turned around. "Consider it an extra meal. I'll eat something with you. We didn't have dinner together, so a late-night snack won't hurt."

Han Chuan Meiyue smiled and reached out to pat his head: "You're suddenly so good at talking, I'm not used to it."

"Is there any reward?" Han Chuanyou's eyes lit up, and she leaned closer with a smile. "After dinner, will you eat me?"

"That's more like you." Mizuki nodded in satisfaction, then ruthlessly pushed away his face that was leaning in. "Get lost!"

Chapter 92 The Illusion God's Power is First Displayed, Small Group

As night falls, Death arrives on time.

Han Chuan You began his routine nighttime patrol once again.

As his consciousness began to awaken, it swept across the surrounding houses, and all sorts of images that he couldn't hear or see in his daily life flowed into his mind.

In some bedrooms, young couples were enthusiastically engaged in the great undertaking of procreation, using a variety of positions that made Han Chuanyou exclaim that she had learned something new.

Wow! There are even people who hang up there to play with, that's really exciting.

The sound of a baby crying came from behind another window. A young mother was gently breastfeeding her child, while in the next room, a middle-aged man was also nursing his wife.

This scene further convinced Han Chuanyou that a man remains a boy until death.

These hidden scenes, which could never have been seen before, greatly satisfied Han Chuan You's voyeuristic desires.

However, divine sense and clairvoyance are different. Rather than directly seeing the scene, it is more like perceiving the outline of their movements and the location of their sounds, rather than seeing the specific details clearly.

Even powerful cultivators wouldn't be able to break through this privacy protection mechanism. Han Chuanyou previously thought that with the existence of divine sense, everyone in the cultivation world would be completely exposed and have no privacy whatsoever. Now, it turns out that he was overthinking it.

Through his exploration, Han Chuan You eventually discovered the evil unfolding in the alley.

The daytime work was stressful, and Mizuho Nishimura had just had a few drinks with her colleagues at an izakaya before heading home.

A night breeze blew by, and thankfully she hadn't drunk much; she was just a little dizzy. As a woman living alone, she always maintained the utmost vigilance, choosing to walk on safe, monitored main roads when she returned home.

It was just the last stretch of road, not far from home, and I thought I could get home quickly by taking a shortcut, so I stepped in.

Little did she know that this spur-of-the-moment decision would lead her straight into the abyss, causing her to encounter the very thing she least wanted to happen.

As soon as I entered the alley, a fierce-looking man grabbed my arm and blocked my way.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"Of course, it's about fucking you."

The man grinned maliciously, his eyes gleaming with lewd light.

Nishimura Mizue tried to break free, but the man shoved her to the ground and dragged her into a dead end. Her stockings were torn by pebbles on the ground, revealing a large expanse of her fair thigh skin, which further aroused the lust of the thug in front of her.

"You shameless woman, you're dressed so provocatively, it's making me furious. If you know what's good for you, just take your clothes off and let me have some fun, and I'll let you go."

A burly man with tattoos on his arm revealed a dagger in his pocket, threatening the woman in front of him to obey his orders, and began to unbuckle his belt.

Mizue Nishimura covered her shirt collar, her expression terrified: "You... I have a disease. If you let me go, I promise I won't call the police."

The man spat: "Pah! What a coincidence, I happen to have one too, which means we're destined to meet. Enough talk, hurry up!"

These words plunged Mizue Nishimura into even deeper despair.

Just then, the man who had just unbuckled his belt suddenly stiffened and became unable to move.

In the blink of an eye, the man found himself in another world without knowing why.

The sky was a dark, scarlet red, the alleyway had become a dilapidated ruin, the walls were cracked, a sticky black liquid flowed on the ground, and the air was filled with a sweet, rotten smell.

"Where am I?! Is anyone here?"

The eerie atmosphere was suffocating. He looked around in terror and shouted, trying to mask his fear with his voice.

But the only answer he received was the sound of footsteps entering the alley.

He turned his head in surprise, only to see a distorted human figure limping and walking like a zombie as it approached him.

The zombie's joints were bent at impossible angles, its face was covered in unsightly flesh, and a yellowish-white liquid, resembling rotting flesh, was oozing out, almost making the man vomit.

What the hell is this?!

The man was so frightened that he stood frozen in place, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, the zombies seemed to have discovered a delicious meal. They let out inhuman howls from their broken throats, limped and twisted their bodies, and rushed toward the man at a faster pace.

Then, a second one appeared at the alley entrance, and a third one...

"No! No! Where am I! I want to go back!"

As more and more monsters appeared, the man screamed hysterically and kept retreating, but there was a high wall behind him, and he had nowhere to retreat.

This...this must be a dream!! Wake up!

The first zombie lunged at him, its rotting fingernails digging into his shoulder, its stench hitting his face.

The man instinctively threw a punch, which landed on the zombie's head like a clump of wet, sticky mud. When he pulled it out, it was covered in disgusting rotten flesh and maggots.

This scene of losing one's mind further shattered the man's spirit.

The zombie's mouth gaped open in an impossible arc, revealing jagged, yellowish-black teeth. In the man's despairing gaze, it suddenly bit into his neck, tearing off a chunk of flesh.

"what!!"

The man screamed in agony as he was tackled to the ground. Then, the arriving zombies pounced on him, biting his arms, thighs, and abdomen, tearing his flesh, pulling out his internal organs, breaking his bones, and gouging out his eyeballs.

The intense pain pierced every nerve like an electric current.

This wasn't a dream; it was actually real! The intensely real pain instantly shattered his remaining hope into pieces.

His consciousness gradually faded amidst screams and chewing sounds. Until his last moment, he didn't know why he was there or why he was going through all this.

Meanwhile, only a few seconds had passed in the outside world.

After losing consciousness, the man's body stiffened, and with a muffled thud, he fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

Mizue Nishimura was stunned. She braced herself with her hands on the ground, her body trembling as she got up, still unaware of what had happened.

Seeing that the man was not responding, she mustered up her courage and reached out to check his breath, only to find that he had stopped breathing.

This is……

"Oh no! Someone's dead!!"

Mizue Nishimura collapsed to the ground again, letting out a sigh of relief as she shakily pulled out her phone to call the police.

Han Chuanyou appeared about a hundred meters away from the crime scene, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Maintaining this small illusion was still a bit of a struggle.

The Walking Dead is great, I have to watch it, otherwise it's impossible to create such a realistic fantasy.

The ability to kill without leaving a trace is truly powerful. If my mental strength continues to improve, I might even be able to make those villains start a battle royale in the illusion, which would be even more interesting.

If possible, record what happens in the illusion and make it into a movie; it's sure to be a huge hit.

The actors don't need to be paid, and their acting is realistic. It's a low-cost, high-return business model. Han Chuanyou felt that he had found a good way to make money.

Bunkyo-ku Honkomagome, Yagyu's family.

In the warm and elegantly decorated living room, Masako Yagyu removed her face mask and threw it into the trash can. Her delicate face was radiant, as if it could be broken with a touch.

She picked up the makeup mirror, her slender white hands caressing her delicate face, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself.

Time flies. A few years ago, I felt like I was in my prime. After my brother and sister-in-law passed away, I had two daughters, and my mindset changed. I feel more and more like an old mother, even though I've never even been in a relationship.

She glanced at the two women on the sofa and said lazily, "Tsurune, Anna, it's time to rest. Go to sleep."

"understood."

The two responded, stood up one after the other, said goodnight to Yagyu Masako, and went upstairs.

Anna Yagyu had just opened the door to go in when her older sister called her back.

Yagyu Genon looked serious.

"Anna, come to my room, I want to talk to you."

"elder sister……"

Anna Yagyu looked puzzled, but still followed her sister into her room.

Anna Yagyu sat in the chair, her slender fingers twisting the hem of her pajamas, as if she knew why her sister had come to see her.