The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 365 Shadow of Truth (12)

In the dark room, as a burst of passionate music sounded, the whole place lit up. Around King Kong and Anna, countless cameras and radios were aimed at them. With an irresistible force, they leaned back involuntarily and sat on the soft sofa. Not to mention, it was quite comfortable.

In front of them, a screen floating in the air appeared, playing some news like a TV.

In the video, the host with a blurred face said: "Our reporter just received a text message. Recently, Mr. King Kong and Ms. Anna, the exorcists, were invited to visit our station and be interviewed..."

"What the hell? Is this also an enemy attack?" King Kong wasn't listening at all. He frowned and looked at the sofa under him. He exerted force with his legs, stood up and wanted to destroy this place. Just when he was about to take action, he heard the host on the screen mention his name again.

"According to the reporter's interview, the exorcist King Kong has a strong tendency towards violence and may have some kind of mental illness."

"Huh? What did you say?!" King Kong was very dissatisfied and lifted up the sofa and threw it at the screen in the air: "Stop talking nonsense! Go to hell, you stinky woman!"

However, the sofa smashed directly into the screen, like a stone thrown into a quagmire, causing only a few ripples.

The host continued to report:
"Here is the latest intelligence. The exorcist King Kong once again showed a serious tendency towards violence during the interview, and he is also suspected of discriminating against women..."

The screen showed King Kong lifting a sofa and smashing it towards the camera. In the picture, King Kong was just exerting force. At this moment, his face was hideous and full of flesh, like a standard villain. There was also a line of text: "Die, women!"

"Hey, what do you mean I discriminate against women? And what the hell is that line of text?" King Kong was about to complain when he suddenly felt a wind coming from behind him. He quickly turned around, but a sofa had hit his face with great force, knocking him to the ground.

The sofa also fell steadily from the air and landed on the spot, as if it had never been moved.

"King Kong, are you okay?" Anna asked.

“It hurts, it hurts…” King Kong covered his face and crawled up from the ground. A red mark was left on his face. He was furious: “Who is it? Who is attacking me?”

Anna said in a deep voice: "That was your own attack. What you did just now hurt yourself, so don't act rashly again. There is something strange about this place. I'm afraid you can't get through it with brute force."

"How could this happen?" King Kong felt a little annoyed.

Anna took out the tarot cards, cut them slowly and said, "Let me tell your fortune..."

In addition to them, Hoshiba Ryou and Inuyama Heita also encountered considerable trouble.

On the stage of the variety show, facing the audience clapping with the backs of their hands with expressionless faces, Hoshiba Ryou and Inuyama Heita did not dare to be careless and stared at the host in front of them.

"Welcome our guests back to our show. The advertising time this time is really a bit long." The host said to the audience.

While the host was chattering, Xingchang asked Silent to raise his right palm and point it at him.

"Huojin God, bite him!" Xingchang Rang gave the order.

Black mud gushed out from the strange tattoo on his palm, and instantly condensed into a big mouth, swallowing the host in front of him in one gulp, and then chewing it continuously, which made people feel a little painful. However, Xingchang Rang did not feel anything being absorbed into the black mud. He took back the black mud and muttered expressionlessly: "Sure enough, ordinary attacks are useless. This guy is just the embodiment of the will of this place. As many as you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, another spotlight came on and the host reappeared under the spotlight. He held his forehead and shook his head and said, "Oh my, it seems that our guests can't wait any longer... Then, I will invite some audience members to come on stage and interact with our guests to see what kind of sparks they will create."

Dozens of translucent spirits with pale faces and lifeless eyes instantly appeared on the field. They stood there in a daze, their movements stiff, waiting for the next wave of orders from the host.

"Next, we are going to play a game called [Picking Internal Organs]." The host said, "Which audience member can take out any of the internal organs of our two guests will get the ultimate prize - returning to their own body."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the spirits on the field rioted. They changed their previous dull appearance and rushed towards Hoshiba Jung and Inuyama Heita.

The star field caused slippery tentacles to appear in its palms, which directly pierced through a spirit that was rushing towards them, causing it to scream violently, and then be digested by the tentacles. However, other spirits still rushed towards them recklessly, trying to take out the organs in their bodies.

"What the hell are these guys?" Xingchang Rang frowned and said, "Are they crazy? What do you mean by returning to the body? They are not dead! They are just projections of their souls."

Inuyama Heita clenched his fists and punched the spirits one by one, sending them flying. He said, "But they themselves don't know. Brother Yi once said that they all think they are dead, or that everyone around them is dead. So in order to keep their identities from being discovered, they will ignore their own opinions and do what most people around them think..."

Xingchang Rang sneered: "But no matter what, these guys are too weak to cause any harm to me!"

As he spoke, he killed another spirit with his tentacles.

"Ah!" Somewhere in Japan, a young man was awakened from his sleep. He had just dreamed that he entered a strange variety show. There were dead people all around him and he was the only one alive, so he had to pretend to be one of their kind and attack the two monsters on the stage.

"It hurts so much...that black mud monster." The young man gritted his teeth and said, "What a bastard! Even though it was just a dream, if I dream of you again, I will definitely kill you!"

He lay down angrily and fell asleep again. Following the traces of the previous dream, he continued his dream and returned to the stage.

In addition to him, countless others had the same dream that night, dreaming that they were fighting two monsters on the stage...

"Mr. Nanajo! You've said so much, but you haven't produced any clear evidence yet. Do you really have any basis?"

A reporter asked a question at the conference venue.

Nanajo Masato nodded seriously: "Of course, then, next, I will present the evidence. Please look at the big screen. Now I will talk to the victims of Starlight Agency. Maybe you remember their performance on TV, or maybe you don't. But it doesn't matter. I found a lot of witnesses, and so many testimonies are enough to prove that Starlight Agency is indeed problematic!"

Everyone's attention was drawn to the screen behind the stage, and a video call was connected...

Countless transparent silk threads dropped from the hands of the giant raccoon and connected to the joints of the puppets, allowing the puppets to hold sharp blades and attack Qian Xiaoyi and Lingnai.

"Do you really think you can win?" The King of Civet Cats laughed and said, "I told you, everything is under my control!"

(End of this chapter)