The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 335: The Bizarre Adventures of Shichijo Masato (8)

"Here...is this the live news room?"

After looking up at the circular screen that was scrolling overhead for a while, Nanajo Masato looked around curiously.

This was obviously a studio similar to that of a news program. The space was much smaller than the variety show studio just now. There was only a table in front of the camera, and a raccoon cat in a suit was patting the table and shouting something at the camera.

Shichijo Masato looked at the air beside him and asked, "What is it saying?"

Qian Xiaoyi's voice came: "I don't know, I don't understand, but it doesn't matter. You, go and replace that guy later."

"Me again?" Nanajo Masato was a little angry. "Can you stop ordering me around like a subordinate? You want me to do everything. What do you do?"

Qian Xiaoyi said indifferently: "Okay, let's go back now. I'll take you away from here safely. Anyway, this is not my family's property. No matter what happens here, it has nothing to do with me. You don't have to investigate the darkness of the TV station anymore. Everyone will live in peace, and in the end your family will be completely kicked out of the decision-making level. Is this okay?"

"...I understand." Nanajo Masato sighed: "You are right, this is originally my business, I shouldn't blame you wrongly, sorry."

"I'm glad you understand. I accept your apology." Qian Xiaoyi hugged his chest and nodded.

Only Inuyama Heita looked at Nanajo Masato with pity: This guy has been completely used by Brother Otoko and he doesn't even realize it...

After they waited for a while, it seemed that it was the commercial break. The raccoon news anchor jumped off his chair and ran to the side. The background of the screen wall behind him also changed, from the blue commonly seen in news channels to bright red.

At this time, in the corner of the studio, another raccoon cat was tied up with an ink line and hung on the ceiling lamp. No raccoon cat noticed it. Nanajo Masato, who replaced the raccoon cat, adjusted his collar, came in front of the camera and sat on the chair.

The moment he sat down, he felt his body stiffen, and strange babbling sounds came out of his mouth uncontrollably, as if he was no longer a human being, but just a human trumpet, ruthlessly making sounds that even he himself found unpleasant. Countless pieces of information flashed through his mind, but not a single one remained.

After about a few minutes, he felt himself being lifted up and taken to the side.

"How are you? Are you feeling better?" Qian Xiaoyi and Inuyama Heita looked at him strangely.

"I...what did I just say?" Nanajo Masato asked, covering his head, "Why don't I remember anything?"

"It's better for you not to know." Qian Xiaoyi said, "It's really too embarrassing. I'm embarrassed to repeat it again, but thanks to you, we can understand what the news here is about."

Inuyama Heita also nodded: "You definitely don't want to know what you said."

After the two men said this, Nanajo Masato became even more curious. He said angrily, "What on earth is it? Can't you just reveal a little bit?"

Qian Xiaoyi patted his shoulder and said, "In short, he said something really stupid with a serious expression...Puchi~"

"What are you laughing at! It's so infuriating!" Nanajo Masato said angrily, "You're becoming more and more curious!"

Qian Xiaoyi said: "I'm a professional. I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it... Hahahaha, sorry, I suddenly thought of something funny..."

Until the end, Qian Xiaoyi did not tell him what Qijiao Zhengren said.

Before leaving the room, Qian Xiaoyi looked back and thought, "If the studio over there is used to spread 'panic', then this place is used to spread 'positions', just like shaping a framework..."

Since the layout here was different from the first time they came, they didn't know where the next room would lead to. When they opened the door, a silent but brightly lit stage appeared in front of them. On the stage were several puppets wearing beautiful dresses, dancing strangely and stiffly under the control of silk strings descending from the sky.

"You won't let me go up and dance later, will you?" Qijo Masato stared at Qian Xiaoyi with a very ugly expression.

Qian Xiaoyi said with a smile: "I don't want to watch a man like you dance, but if you want to go up and dance, I have no objection."

Nanajo Masato said angrily: “No way!”

Qian Xiaoyi looked at the golden powder that slowly floated into the air from the wallet on the seat and said, "It's easy to guess the purpose of this place. It's a place dedicated to absorbing money and desire. Even without you going up there to dance, I can tell what this place is for."

Inuyama Heita said: "But it is a little different from before. The two previous places were places to spread different information, but here it is to request."

Qian Xiaoyi nodded: "Yes, this is the key point we are looking for. We completely ignored this place when we came here last time, but were attracted by the breath of the huge raccoon cat. After returning, I thought about it carefully. Maybe the more glamorous and beautiful the place is, the more darkness it hides. On the contrary, those places that are easily accessible have nothing to see. So this time we are not going to see the leader raccoon cat, but... go there!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed upwards. Inuyama Heita and Nanajo Masato looked up in the direction he pointed and found that the place he pointed was exactly the top of the heads of the puppets. There was a light with no end in sight. The silk threads that controlled the puppets were descended from the light, and the golden powder was also there.

"But how do we get up there?" Nanajo Masato asked, "Should we fly up there?"

Qian Xiaoyi shook his head. If he was in China, he could fly in the ghost realm by borrowing the power of gods or ancestors, but that was not possible here.

"I can't do it here." Qian Xiaoyi said, "But we have this."

He took out an ink fountain and said, "Since the silk thread can be hung from above, perhaps we can use something similar to pull us up and hold on tight."

Qian Xiaoyi pulled out a piece of ink line from the ink fountain and swung it hard upwards. The ink line was like an endless black snake, extending continuously to the top and finally straightening out.

"Okay, we've reached the end. Let's go up and take a look." Qian Xiaoyi said.

He used the ink line to tie them up, then slowly raised them above the stage.

Everything was fine at first, but halfway up, Qian Xiaoyi gradually felt an inexplicable resistance that completely stopped their ascent. He frowned and said, "It's troublesome. There is a barrier above, and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"What should we do then?" Qi Tiao Zhengren held the ink line with both hands and tried not to look down.

"Do you have your wallet?" Qian Xiaoyi said, "I've figured out a way."

"Wallet?" Nanajo Masato was confused. He took out his wallet and said, "How much do you want? I don't have much cash on me today. I only have a few hundred thousand yen."

Qian Xiaoyi was sharp-eyed. He pulled out a black gold credit card from his wallet and said, "Why would I need cash if I have this? It will be ready in no time. I just need the smell of money on it."

He blew gently at the black gold card, and a huge amount of golden powder gushed out from it. The concentration was far higher than the wallets in the audience. The golden powder enveloped them, and soon they felt their bodies became much lighter, rising rapidly towards the light.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Qian Xiaoyi sighed, "The power of money still works."

(End of this chapter)