The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 338: The Bizarre Adventures of Shichijo Masato (11)

Fear, the feeling of helplessness once again crept into his heart after Nanajo Masato left Qian Xiaoyi.

Sitting on this chair, Shichijo Masato's body became extremely stiff and he could no longer move at all. He could only stare with his eyes wide open and roll his eyeballs to look to the side. The strange woman who was responsible for hosting "Kwaidan Forecast" still couldn't see her face clearly, which made her look even more weird.

"Don't be afraid, it's just an illusion, calm down!" Nanajo Masato still had some sense left, and he kept telling himself, "Haven't you come here with Qian Xiaoyi and the others before? The woman in front of me is just an illusion created by those raccoon cats!"

But the facts seemed different from what he thought, and something strange was about to happen.

"...First, let's see what happens when an ordinary person meets a [Half-Body Woman]?" said the host.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nanajo Masato's eyes went dark, and in the blink of an eye he found himself standing next to a train track at night. Before he could react, he heard a strange "clicking" sound coming from nearby.

"Have you... seen my legs?" a voice came.

Nanajo Masato quickly turned around and saw a black thing crawling on the ground and moving towards him quickly, like a large insect.

The thing moved very fast, and it was less than 10 meters in front of him in the blink of an eye. Only then did he see clearly that it was not a big insect, but a horrible woman with disheveled hair, covered in blood, with her lower body missing and her intestines and internal organs exposed. The "clicking" sounds were the sounds made by the fingernails of her hands hitting the pebbles on the ground beside the track when she moved.

"Have you seen my legs?" The half-body woman raised her head, revealing her dark eyes, staring at Nanajo Masato, her resentment towards the living overflowing.

"escape!"

Seeing this scene, a chill rushed from Shichijo Masato's feet to his head. He could no longer think about any hallucinations. His instinctive reaction was to turn around and run away. The omnipresent fear finally penetrated into his body through his skin, gnawing at his internal organs, making his brain go blank. Only endless panic continued to spread.

Shichijo Masato tried his best to escape along the track. The surging adrenaline made him reach a speed that he could not reach before, but he still heard the "click-click" sound behind him getting closer and closer...

While Nanajo Masato was running wildly in despair, two other people in the ghost realm were also attacked.

"Passengers, please note that the next stop is 'Chopped', the next stop is 'Chopped'."

The densely packed cameras disappeared, and the surrounding darkness slowly brightened, replaced by an empty carriage, which swayed slightly as it moved forward on the track. The two men looked vigilantly at the front of the train, waiting for the enemy's attack to arrive.

At this time, Inuyama Heita seemed to see something outside the window, and said to Qian Xiaoyi with wide eyes: "Brother Yi, it's Mr. Nanajo! I saw him just outside, and he seemed to be chased by something. What should we do?"

Qian Xiaoyi still stared at the depths of the train compartment and said, "Don't be fooled. That's just an illusion the enemy wants us to see. Even if it's not, it's just a scene happening in another place, just like a TV broadcast. If you fall for it and want to jump out to save people, you'll fall into the enemy's trap. Don't forget that those civet cats are best at creating illusions."

Inuyama Heita asked in confusion: "Since it is an illusion, can't we just ignore it by changing our perception?"

"You're taking it for granted." Qian Xiaoyi sneered, "The illusion is just a part of this ghost realm. The entire ghost realm is a huge magic array, no, it should be called an illusion array. The world is reversed, and the fake is real. These are the basic functions of a qualified illusion array. So don't think that everything you see is an illusion and you can ignore it. If you do that, you will definitely regret it. Not to mention that there should be other things in it. Maybe there are some real things mixed in with a bunch of fake things, just like what we see in front of us."

"What we see now... should be [Sarume]." Inuyama Heita looked at the carriage and said, "What Mr. Nanajo saw when we were in the studio before... could this be true?" Qian Xiaoyi said, "It spreads knowledge through supernatural programs, and finally implants it into people's minds, luring souls into the illusion from a distance... Yes, that's right, although the scene is built with illusions, this legend has become real because of the spread of knowledge. I think this should be the meaning of the existence of this No. 0 studio. The other party is artificially creating monsters in urban legends."

Just when Inuyama Heita was about to ask why the other party did this and what the meaning was, Qian Xiaoyi suddenly reminded him: "Here it comes, pay attention!"

Suddenly, countless hideous dwarfs emerged from the speeding train, holding all kinds of sharp tools in their hands, such as kitchen knives, small knives, saws, large scissors and the like. The cold light was shining everywhere, which made people feel scared.

They crawled out from every dark corner and crack in the train. Even outside the windows were filled with these things. As the windows were broken, more dwarfs jumped in.

"Chop, chop..." the dwarf muttered to himself and approached them with the weapon in his hand.

“Heh~ It’s quite intimidating.” Qian Xiaoyi sneered and said, “But it’s just an urban legend that has spread to this extent. It’s far inferior to the Slit-Mouthed Woman!”

As he said that, he rushed out, the copper coin dagger in his hand flashed red, and every time he swung it, it brought with it a blade of air, killing people in all directions like chopping melons and vegetables. After being killed, these dwarfs howled and spontaneously combusted, turning into ashes.

On the other side, Inuyama Heita saw Qian Xiaoyi rushing out on his own and was also besieged. He felt a little nervous. He took a deep breath, raised his fists, got into a stance, and just like boxing, he punched away the evil dwarfs who flew towards him one by one. The power was so great that the bodies of the dwarfs were deformed, and they hit the wall of the carriage and turned into meat paste.

"It's possible!" Seeing this, Inuyama Heita gradually gained confidence. Now he understood what Qian Xiaoyi said. The cognition condensed by this urban legend was still too weak. No matter in terms of quality or the amount of resentment, it was not as good as the old urban legends such as the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Therefore, even if these dwarves can torture the souls that strayed here, they cannot pose any threat to well-trained psychics like them. They cannot break the defense built up by cognition alone.

The more Inuyama Heita fought, the more flexible his movements became, and his stance began to take on a more professional look. The results of his training by Maria gradually became apparent.

"Very good, Heitaro, let's continue like this." Qian Xiaoyi shouted while waving the copper coin sword, "As long as we continue to consume it, we can break up the cognition gathered by this urban legend. This thing is completely a legend used to collect fear. It has no combat power and is not good enough. So be ready. When the magic circle finds that these can't resist us, it should take action. I guess a big one is coming soon."

After hearing what Qian Xiaoyi said, Inuyama Heita immediately became alert.

Sure enough, less than two minutes after they started killing, the next broadcast sounded in the carriage:
"Passengers, please note that the next stop is 'Crush', the next stop is 'Crush'."

The carriage suddenly shook violently, as if the entire train had hit something head-on. The two were blown away by the huge force and thrown into darkness.

Qian Xiaoyi steadied his body in the air. He stretched out his hand towards Inuyama Heita who was not far away. A black line drawn on his palm emerged. The ink line broke away from Qian Xiaoyi's palm and flew towards Inuyama Heita, tied his wrists, and then began to shrink rapidly.

Inuyama Heita was pulled over in mid-air, Qian Xiaoyi grabbed his wrist, and the two of them landed steadily on the ground.

"Huh..." Before Inuyama Heita could even breathe a sigh of relief, he felt the ground beneath his feet shaking.

(End of this chapter)