The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 208 Final Battle (30)

The scene around them was like the end of the world. The ghost realm was in complete chaos. One could not see the front, back, left, or right, and even could not feel gravity. It was a chaos. They could only see themselves. The Nuhuwan was carrying the two of them and continued to move in a certain direction according to Qian Xiaoyi's instructions.

Inuyama Heita looked back and saw that both Hiruda and the towering tree had disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless malice surrounding them. This malice had no target or purpose, but simply cursed everything in the world, making people feel irritated.

But that was all. Inuyama Heita felt a little scared. If such a huge amount of malice was concentrated at one point like it was just now, the power would be terrifying.

Thinking of this, Inuyama Heita couldn't help but recall the previous scene. He sighed and said, "...In the end, Hiruda still didn't reconcile with his mother. She was such a good person..."

Qian Xiaoyi was looking down at the compass in front, trying to determine the direction. After hearing Inuyama Heita's sigh, he replied, "Isn't that natural? No matter how kind she is, no matter how compassionate she is, she can't ignore the fact that she abandoned Hiruda. Although that was not her intention, Hiruda did have the freedom not to forgive her."

Inuyama Heita was stunned and asked, "Then why did you try to persuade them to reconcile before, Brother Yi?"

"Reconcile? You think too much."

Qian Xiaoyi sneered, "I was provoking Hiruda, standing on the moral high ground to stimulate him, so that he would develop a rebellious mentality, thereby resisting the spirit left by his mother and accelerating his loss of control over the power of the curse. The last curse was also the 'curse' that I have been laying the groundwork for a long time since the beginning of the competition. These sorcerers who like to curse others are extremely narrow-minded. If they have already determined that they will fight to the death with the opponent, then naturally they will do whatever they can to irritate the opponent. If this tactic is used properly, their mentality will explode at the critical moment and they will destroy themselves."

"...Just like before." Inuyama Heita thought of that gentle woman and still felt a little bit reluctant: "But if we do this, isn't it a bit too cruel? Taking advantage of a mother's love for her child..."

"If this is considered cruel, then what about the people who were harmed by Hiruda?" Qian Xiaoyi said, "The suffering he endured cannot be a reason for him to harm others. And don't forget how he treated the spirits in his hands."

Inuyama Heita was silent. Those cursed spirits needed to be tortured to keep their resentment. He suddenly thought of the evil spirit holding the utility knife. It had been gradually influenced and finally felt care and love. After being taken by Hiruda, it was used again and became a tool to harm people. It sank into its own experience in its previous life again and again and couldn't extricate itself...

"Ah, speaking of this, here's the thing for you." Qian Xiaoyi seemed to have remembered something, and took something out of his trouser pocket, handed it to Inuyama Heita, and said, "Your skills are still too poor, and you almost disrupted my plan before, so this is the subject of your practice during this period of time."

Inuyama Heita took it and looked at it, and exclaimed in surprise: "This is it!"

A rusty utility knife lay quietly in his hand, with a talisman stuck on it.

Qian Xiaoyi said, "I just picked it up when I ran away. Hiruda actually threw away garbage carelessly. He has no manners... Anyway, I'll give this thing to you. Find a way to save it by yourself without the help of others. Is there any problem?"

"No problem!" Inuyama Heita clenched his fists and said with high morale: "I will definitely do it!"

Although it was a long-term project, Inuyama Heita could not wait to grab the utility knife, enter the illusion, and start trying to see if he could exorcise the evil spirit and completely free it.

Qian Xiaoyi casually took out a cigarette box from his bag, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth to light it. The ethereal smoke condensed into a white line and floated in one direction. He kicked Nuhuwan with his heel, and Nuhuwan growled to show that he understood, and then ran wildly in that direction. After a while, the darkness around him began to loosen, and a breeze blew on Qian Xiaoyi's face, making him finally feel that he was moving forward, which meant that they had found the right direction and were gradually leaving the ghost realm.

Then, a little light appeared in front of them, like an exit at the end of a tunnel. As they moved forward, the light continued to expand. Nuhuomaru ran, jumped towards the bright exit, and rushed out.

Bang! The motorcycle landed heavily on the road. Qian Xiaoyi glanced at the rearview mirror. They had just driven out from a corner of the forest. The bright moon was hanging steadily in the sky. Not far away came the noisy sound of the crowd. It sounded very lively over there.

Qian Xiaoyi, with a cigarette between his lips, slowly parked his motorcycle on the road beside the riverbank and said, "Are you awake? Get off and rest here for a while."

He leaned on his motorcycle, looking at the sky, as if waiting for something.

"Brother Yi, why..." Inuyama Heita said dejectedly, "Why does suffering always befall unfortunate people? Why was she so miserable during her lifetime, and still had to suffer after her death... Why do we always encounter such tragic things? Is this world so unfair?"

Qian Xiaoyi knew that the boy's salvation must have failed. He watched the evil spirit's experience in his previous life again, which caused him to become depressed and obsessed.

Qian Xiaoyi then looked up at the sky and said, "There is a popular fallacy in our area, called 'three deficiencies and five disadvantages', which means that people in our line of work will always encounter one of the following misfortunes, such as loneliness, poverty, disability, etc., which are inevitable... But in fact, this is actually putting the cart before the horse."

Inuyama Heita looked at Qian Xiaoyi, waiting for his answer.

Qian Xiaoyi threw away the burnt cigarette, stomped it out with his foot, and said, "It's not because we are in this line of work that we are doomed to misfortune, but because we encountered misfortune first, so we are in this line of work. If my parents hadn't had a car accident, I wouldn't have been sent to my master, and I might be doing a decent job now, being a glamorous white-collar worker."

"I'm sorry..." Inuyama Heita said apologetically.

"What's the big deal?" Qian Xiaoyi waved his hand and said, "You know, it is precisely because of these unfortunate experiences that we can understand the misfortunes of others, so it is our turn to do this job. Isn't this the meaning of our work?"

"Yes." Inuyama Heita nodded heavily.

Bang! Brilliant fireworks lit up in the distant sky, causing the crowd over there to burst into noisy cheers.

The two of them just looked up quietly, the light of the fireworks reflected on their faces, constantly changing colors.

The summer is over.

(End of this chapter)