Supernatural/Anime Crossover: Where Did My Romantic Comedy Go?

The live stream chat was immediately flooded with a barrage of "fear" comments, while others earnestly replied that they hadn't seen it.

Only Natsukawa Masaki blinked as she watched the live stream.

She did see a dark figure, just like Mizutani, and it looked somewhat familiar.

After thinking for a moment, I left the live stream and made a call to a guy who had mysteriously disappeared for two days.

Unfortunately, the call was not answered.

What she ultimately received was a notification that she was out of service.

"Where exactly is Kujo Toru?"

Xia Chuanzhen stood there with a somewhat melancholy expression.

She really wanted Si to go with her.

In fact, Natsukawa Masaki was not mistaken; the figure that flashed by was indeed Kujo Toru.

After completely locking onto the entrance to the mortal realm, he rushed here, intending to resolve the seal issue as soon as possible.

He also saw Mizutani, who was broadcasting live outside.

However, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he sped up and rushed over.

The eternal world and the present world are like two sides of a mirror.

Under normal circumstances, the two worlds do not interfere with each other, just like the Yin and Yang worlds.

Only under certain special circumstances, when the boundaries are blurred, can people in the present world mistakenly enter the ordinary world, as is the case now.

And from ancient times to the present, it has always been called—

God hidden.

As soon as he stepped onto the stone steps, Kujo Toru keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Repressed.

Dead silence.

The air was filled with foul odors.

The spiritual energy within his body also became dormant.

The mortal world is ultimately a world inhabited by non-humans.

As a living, breathing person, and an exorcist at that, it's perfectly normal for him to be suppressed when he barges in.

However, the divine sword at his waist was unusually active at this moment.

The blade hummed softly within its ebony sheath.

A faint spiritual energy showered over his entire body.

Instantly, all the discomfort in my body disappeared.

With his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, Kujo Toru looked up into the distance.

It was different from the peaceful and tranquil situation that the outside world saw.

The blue bricks underfoot are broken.

Stone lanterns lay scattered haphazardly on the road.

The heads of the Ksitigarbha statues on both sides were severed and lay casually by the roadside.

A kind smile was directed at Kujo Toru.

The village in the distance was brightly lit.

One after another, snow-white lanterns hung under the eaves.

Paper money was falling from the sky.

Solemn music could be faintly heard.

It seems to be some kind of festival being held.

Inside the village, one figure after another emerged from the rooms.

Wearing clothes from decades ago and with smiles on their faces, they gathered together and then headed up the mountain.

Throughout the entire process, no one spoke.

His expression didn't change at all.

It's like a random passerby character in a game whose actions have already been pre-programmed.

The dim candlelight fell on them.

There wasn't a single shadow visible beneath my feet.

Volume 1: Chapter 54 Earthbound Spirit

Villagers came out of their rooms one after another.

Each time someone leaves, the lantern on the corresponding eaves will automatically turn red.

Not long after.

The snow-white lanterns that used to be scattered throughout the village have all been replaced with big red lanterns.

The feeling of mourning has disappeared.

But it gives off an even more eerie feeling.

It added a touch of blood to everyone.

It is a sight that makes one's heart tremble.

The villagers who went out did not wander around, but instead all headed in the same direction.

Even when passing by Kujo Toru, she didn't turn her head to look at him.

It was as if he didn't exist at all.

Watching the villagers go about their own business, Kujo Toru pondered for a moment, then followed them and mingled into the crowd.

Then follow them and walk forward.

One by one, villagers pushed open their doors and joined the crowd.

Just like drops of water merging into a river.

Kujo Toru scrutinized these illusory figures.

Their clothing styles were very diverse, including clothes from decades ago and even clothes from the Reform Movement era.

People of different ages, different clothes, different body types...

The only thing they had in common was that formulaic smile on their faces and their empty, lifeless eyes.

A spark of inspiration ignited in his eyes.

Strands of blood-red resentment rose from above their heads, intertwining with the massive foul air in mid-air, and finally drifting towards some unknown location on the mountain.

These villagers are all earthbound spirits!

They are souls who have traversed multiple eras, died tragically here, and are also eternally bound here.

Time has worn away their resentment, turning them into empty shells.

The festival unfolds endlessly here.

As for the object of worship in the festival, it is undoubtedly the black raccoon hidden in this ordinary world.

With this in mind, Kujo Toru did not rashly attempt to exorcise these earthbound spirits.

Instead, they wait for the moment when the black raccoon appears.

In the Twin Hills beyond the ordinary world, Mizutani is still waiting for news from the three people.

However, as time went by, his continued presence in the same spot drew criticism from the audience.

No matter how eloquent he was, these people were ultimately there for his exploration.

As Mizutani answered the questions, drenched in sweat, he cursed inwardly:

Why isn't it done yet after all this time? Seriously, you've been doing a live stream for so long, and you can't even handle this little thing!

The desire to abandon the team is continuing to rise.

Seeing that the number of simultaneous connections was declining, he finally made up his mind.

Never mind, if there's no entertainment value, there's no entertainment value. It's better than sitting here and losing fans!

He forced a surprised expression onto his face, his tone quite exaggerated, and pointed forward:

"Hey, look! I think I've found that so-called hidden village!"

The phone camera was pointed at the stone steps.

The flickering candlelight.

The eerie Ksitigarbha statue.

A desolate village, silent in the darkness, where only its outline can be seen.

This perfectly matched the scene in a horror movie, immediately stopping Natsukawa Masuzu, who was about to leave.

An ominous, vertical mass enveloped her entire body.

His brows furrowed.

Then, recalling that he seemed to have seen Kujo Toru's figure earlier, he gasped in shock.

No, wait, this doesn't seem like acting, it's the real deal!

Her slender fingers quickly typed on the phone screen:

Don't go! Turn back immediately!

Unfortunately, her message of dissuasion was completely drowned out by the dense stream of encouraging messages in the live stream.

They could only watch helplessly as the scene in the camera's view got closer and closer to that path.

Then... the screen went black.

[Live stream signal lost]

Not just her, everyone watching the live stream felt the same way.

However, it did not cause any disturbance.

After all, it's in the mountains, so signal interruptions are quite normal.

Moreover, this isn't the first or second time that Mizutani has deliberately cut off signals to create a sense of terror.

Looking at the still laughing and joking crowd in the live stream, Natsukawa Masaki could only sigh.

What else could she do? She had already tried to persuade him; she could only hope that he was lucky enough to survive.

If he were to meet Kujo Toru.

On the subway, Keiko Hirata smiled with satisfaction.

Listening to the tram announcements, she put away her phone and walked out of the station.

No different from countless ordinary office workers.

In fact, Mizutani had already sensed something was wrong the moment he stepped onto the stone steps.

The world spun around me.

A sense of oppression enveloped his entire body, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The signal bars in the upper right corner of the phone are empty.

The live stream crashed.

The path, which looked quite intact from the outside, was now in a state of disrepair.

The stone steps are uneven and pitted, and the head of the Ksitigarbha statue has been cut off by someone.

The light of the crescent moon was completely blocked by the tree canopy.