The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 190 Final Battle (12)

"What is that?! What the hell is that thing?" The sorcerers who originally planned to encircle Qian Xiaoyi were terrified. They could only see a black shadow with bared fangs and claws approaching them in the fog. At this moment, the identities of the prey and the hunter were reversed.

——They became prey.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Black hair like tentacles stretched out from the thick fog and wrapped around the feet of a sorcerer. With a sudden pull, it dragged him into the thick fog. The screams faded away and then stopped.

"Run! Run!" The remaining sorcerers fled into the depths of the woods like crazy.

"Hiruda! What on earth is Hiruda doing!" A fat Mediterranean sorcerer yelled, "What on earth is that monster? Did this ritual awaken something extraordinary?"

Another tall sorcerer shouted, "We can't be caught by that thing! Let's split up and run! As long as we can get to the station we came from, we can get out of this damn place alive!"

“Run away. The more fearful you are, the more powerful the force I can borrow will be…” At this moment, Qian Xiaoyi’s eyes turned completely black. At this moment, endless resentment was raging in his mind. Those things kept telling him that he must kill those people painfully, die, die, die, die, die…

The expression on Qian Xiaoyi's face became more and more crazy, but the words he muttered to himself were unusually calm. It was as if he had a split personality, with two different consciousnesses in his mind, just like the id and superego in psychology. The id was as crazy as a wild beast, controlling the actions of the body, while the superego calmly observed himself from an objective perspective and was in control of the overall situation.

"The resentment gathered by the Slit-Mouthed Woman is really terrifying. We have to deal with these guys quickly..." Qian Xiaoyi murmured. He grinned and waved his hand. A translucent shadow of a woman in red appeared behind him. Her long black hair extended infinitely like a tide, dragging a sorcerer who had no time to escape in front of her.

The sorcerer saw Qian Xiaoyi's face in horror and shouted, "What kind of monster are you!"

Thinking that he could kill the guy in front of him right away, a sense of ecstasy rose in Qian Xiaoyi's heart. He said with a wildly laughing expression and a calm tone: "Why bother about so much? You will be a useless person in the future anyway."

The long black hair squirmed like a worm, came to the sorcerer's head, and drilled into his seven orifices.

"Please... don't kill... me..." There was a look of despair in the sorcerer's eyes.

"Don't worry." Qian Xiaoyi looked at the sorcerer with his dark eyes and said, "Although you scum deserve to die, I don't intend to be targeted by the police. The death of so many people at once is not a small matter... But the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. I am not a judge, so the work of judging will be left to those people or spirits you have harmed in the past."

Countless black air seeped out of the sorcerer's pores, and these black air condensed into phantoms of human faces, roaring silently at him. Then, the phantoms opened their mouths and bit the sorcerer, making him scream. In the end, the whole person was torn into pieces by the phantoms that kept appearing, and turned into a pool of black pus. "Heh, you deserve it." Qian Xiaoyi laughed with gloating. Those phantoms were the resentment of spirits or people that this person had hurt with spells before. If you kill others by that means, the caster will also be infected with a trace of residual thoughts.

The classical school generally attributes this kind of thing to something like "karma", so even when faced with weak evil spirits, exorcists with a systematic inheritance will not kill them outright, but will try to weaken them as much as possible, and then resolve their grievances through the method of salvation.

But this group of people who practice sorcery and curses don't have such a saying at all. Instead, they deliberately kill those spirits in order to increase their own "karma" and use this method to increase their power to curse others. These powers are like a double-edged sword. They are very convenient when dealing with others, but sometimes they can hurt themselves.

Qian Xiaoyi took advantage of this and borrowed the power of the Slit-Mouth Woman to detonate the resentment accumulated in them. The more "karma" they have, the greater the backlash they will suffer. Even if they are insiders and have certain protective measures and will not die, their spirits will suffer great harm. At the very least, they will become mentally ill or idiots, and at worst, they will become vegetables.

"The next one is you." Qian Xiaoyi looked in a certain direction of the fog. His figure flashed like a TV screen with poor signal and then disappeared on the spot.

Somewhere in the fog, the fat sorcerer was supporting himself on his knees, panting, and finally he could not run anymore. He looked back in horror in the direction he came from, trying his best to search for any movement in that direction, but now there was no other sound around him except his heavy breathing.

"Hey!"

He retched, perhaps because he hadn't exercised for a long time, and suddenly running like this made him feel nauseous. He held on to a tree and vomited on the ground with his mouth open. This time, his throat felt a little itchy, as if there was something there, so he put his fat fingers into his throat and pulled out a strand of black hair.

"This is..." He opened his eyes wide in horror. Suddenly, his belly bulged, as if something sharp was pushing against his belly and trying to get out. In severe pain, he watched his belly being cut open from the inside by a pair of scissors, and a person crawled out from inside.

"Found you." Qian Xiaoyi turned his head 180 degrees and grinned at him.

Then, more things began to wriggle under his skin, like countless souls trying to dig themselves out of his body. Those desperate faces reminded him of the people he had hurt in the past, and they were shouting his name, demanding his life.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Such screams could be heard in the woods almost every once in a while. The number of sorcerers invited was constantly decreasing, and those sounds made Hiruda very irritated.

Now, the cursed spirits he carried with him surrounded him, like a well-trained army, gradually slaughtering all the wild evil spirits. These were the evil spirits he had carefully cultivated, and they were not something that ordinary spirits could match. He was not so easy to be killed!
"Do you think you can kill me like this?" Hiruda yelled like a madman, "You actually want to kill me with evil spirits? Are you looking down on me? Get out here, Qian Xiaoyi! I know you are nearby watching me make fun of me! If you don't come out... I will kill everyone around you! Every single one!"

(End of this chapter)