The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 337: The Bizarre Adventures of Shichijo Masato (10)

Nanajo Masato no longer had the fear he had when he first came in. He picked up the plastic head on the ground, frowned and asked, "What is this..."

"Another pathetic soul that has been drained dry." Qian Xiaoyi looked up at the darkness on the garbage mountain and said, "Every dream chaser who signs a contract with the firm is like making a deal with the devil. If they can no longer bring them benefits, they will be abandoned. Isn't this a common thing?"

"But...WTV is an accomplice of the devil." Nanajo Masato said solemnly: "If this is really a reflection of reality, then WTV has gathered a darkness that cannot be ignored."

Qian Xiaoyi rolled his eyes. An accomplice? It is indeed their own company, so there is a filter. Who knows whether WTV is an accomplice or the mastermind?

"It shouldn't be like this." Nanajo Masato said nostalgically, "My grandfather once told me that the original intention of the Nanajo family to establish a TV station was to bring joy and truth to everyone, so that everyone could sit on the sofa and relax after a hard day. It shouldn't become an accomplice of the devil and a tool to control people."

Qian Xiaoyi disagreed and said: "Many things are indeed well-intentioned at first, but once the interests of too many people are involved, the nature of those things will change."

Nanajo Masato put down the plastic head and said, "Then at least we have to get the TV station back into the hands of our Nanajo family. Now I am very sure that it has been controlled by outsiders. Taking advantage of our weakness, I want to take it back and put it back on the right track."

"Then I wish you success." Qian Xiaoyi said, "We have to go up and take a look now. The situation up there should be the last straw that breaks the camel's back for these puppets. I wonder what shocking scene we will see."

"Up..." Nanajo Masato looked upward. The will-o'-the-wisp had floated to the top of the puppet hill. With the faint light, a huge square pipe appeared in front of them. It looked like the outlet of a garbage pipe, and there seemed to be a whistling sound of wind coming from inside.

Qian Xiaoyi took out his inkstone and said, "Come on, let's try again. That should be what we are looking for. If we get the key information, we can deal a fatal blow to your enemy."

"Yes." Nanajo Masato nodded firmly. He swore that he would definitely dispel the darkness here, let WTV return to the sunshine, and return to the control of the Nanajo family, just like in the past.

They climbed to the top of the hill, facing the garbage tunnel that was big enough to swallow a person whole. Qian Xiaoyi tied the ink line to the three of them, and then swung it into the tunnel in the same way. The black line flew upwards from the ink line, as if endless.

The three of them just waited like that, waiting for the ink line to be tied to something. Several minutes later, the ink line actually fell limply from the passage and landed on Qian Xiaoyi's head, like a cooked black noodle.

"...Fallen, fell down?" Inuyama Heita said in surprise. It was the first time he saw Qian Xiaoyi's ink line fail.

Qian Xiaoyi took the plumb line off his head, looked up at the square passage, frowned and said, "It's not easy... The plumb line is useless here because the 'rules' are distorted."

Nanajo Masato asked anxiously: "Then how do we get up there? Is there any other way... That's right!"

An idea suddenly came to him. He took out his wallet and pulled out the black gold card. He said excitedly, "This should be useful, right? Just like before, we should use this..."

Qian Xiaoyi was stunned, then shouted in horror: "Hey, stop!"

Before Nanajo Masato could ask any questions, he felt a strong suction force coming from above, just like a vacuum cleaner sucking up dust, and it sucked him up with a whoosh.

"I rely on!"

"Woooo ...

Since Qian Xiaoyi and Inuyama Heita were both connected to the ink line, they were carried up with them. The surrounding area fell into silence again, leaving only the faintly glowing ghost fire illuminating the garbage dump.

Ten seconds later, two heavy objects fell from the passage and landed heavily on the garbage mountain, knocking several dolls flying. "It hurts!" Inuyama Heita grimaced and cried out.

Qian Xiaoyi stood up from the top of the hill, holding his waist, and muttered, "This is bad."

Inuyama Heita also climbed up and asked, "What happened? How did he fly up there? Why aren't we together?"

"Because we don't have 'nobility'." Qian Xiaoyi said: "From the things collected by the idols below, we can see that money can lead to places that 'rules' can't reach. Now this area is very close to the upper part, it can be said to be a shortcut to get there directly, so as soon as that guy took out his wallet, he was noticed by the mechanism of the magic circle and was naturally attracted over. As for the two poor guys like us, we don't have any money to be squeezed, so we can't reach the threshold to enter the upper part, so we were rejected."

"So what should we do now?" asked Inuyama Heita.

Qian Xiaoyi said: "Let's find a way to leave here first. I think the moment that guy is absorbed, the magic circle will detect that he does not belong to this ghost area, so it is very likely that he will soon..."

Before they could finish their words, the space around them began to vibrate violently, and countless red lights appeared in the darkness, as if eyes were staring at them. As the red lights came closer and closer, they were able to see the true appearance of those things with the help of the light of the ghost fire.

——Densely packed surveillance cameras of various types appeared in the darkness, flashing their well-functioning lights, all aimed at them.

"...It is very likely that we will be discovered soon, triggering the defense mechanism of this magic circle." Qian Xiaoyi took out the copper coin sword and finished his words with an expressionless face.

While Qian Xiaoyi and Inuyama Heita were facing danger, Shichijo Masato was also facing his own crisis.

In the magnificent palace, Nanajo Masato knelt weakly on the ground, trembling all over as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"This is..." Nanajo Masato murmured, "...the truth of the matter?"

And the moment he appeared here, the camera in the palace immediately turned around and locked onto him.

A shrill alarm sounded, and the space around him shook violently, waking up Nanajo Masato. He gritted his teeth and stood up, muttering to himself: "No... Now is not the time to think about this, I have to leave here quickly... What!"

The floor under his feet suddenly disappeared, and Nanajo Masato fell into it without warning.

But the next second, as if he had dreamed of falling, Nanajo Masato suddenly woke up from his chair, looked around in sweat, and found himself sitting in a familiar place.

——The previous news live broadcast room.

But this time he didn't have the raccoon disguise, all the cameras were facing him, and he could even see a raccoon supervisor punching in in front of him, signaling the start of filming.

"Welcome to this episode of Weird Stories Forecast."

A female host whose face could not be seen clearly sat not far from Shichijo Masato and said in a strange voice, "We have invited a special guest today. He will demonstrate to us what we will encounter when encountering various urban legends. Let's applaud him."

Below the stage, the audience clapped with the backs of their hands.

(End of this chapter)