The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 479 Death Game Part 13 ()

"It doesn't cost money, right?" Zhang Chunfa joked.

Qian Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Others will definitely charge money, but you, Brother Zhang, are different. If it weren't for you when I first came here, I probably wouldn't be able to rent such a good house and couldn't even afford food, so I definitely won't charge you money."

Zhang Chunfa waved his hand and said, "Hey~ I was just kidding. I'll charge you whatever I want. Since you are the disciple of Taoist Lingkong, you must be quite capable. I'm taking care of you because your master saved me back then, so you don't owe me anything... Then I'll leave it to you~ When will it start? Do you want me to get ready, take a shower, change clothes, etc."

"No need." Qian Xiaoyi said, "It's just a simple ritual, it will be over soon."

He asked Inuyama Heita to help move the coffee table away, leaving a vacant space. Then he took out a piece of cloth with the eight trigrams and directions painted on it and spread it on the ground and lit candles around it. Then he pulled down the blinds and turned off the lights.

The usual atmosphere in the office suddenly became strange. The lights flickered in the room. Qian Xiaoyi said, "Sit in the middle. We are ready to start."

Zhang Chunfa nodded and sat in the center of the cloth as Qian Xiaoyi said. Qian Xiaoyi then asked about his date of birth and horoscope, then went back to the room and took out a few talismans, placing them on the cloth in different locations. Finally, he said, "Now close your eyes, clear your mind, don't think about anything, let's see where the problem lies."

Zhang Chunfa closed his eyes peacefully as he was told.

Qian Xiaoyi held a copper bell with a trident on the top in his hand, muttered a spell, and began to circle around Zhang Chunfa with strange steps, changing his position from time to time, passing by those talismans, and the copper bell in his hand was also ringing rhythmically.

The sound of the mantra combined with the ringing of the bell was not noisy, but instead gave Zhang Chunfa a strange sense of security.

But in the eyes of the people around, the scene was different. Inuyama Heita and Ajian stood aside, watching the ritual without breathing. They saw Zhang Chunfa's shadow swaying in the light of the candle. Because there were four candle light sources, Zhang Chunfa also had four shadows.

It was normal to have three shadows, which were his own shadow, but there was another one... The swaying shadow kept changing shape, and in the end, it looked like a monster baring its fangs and claws. Inuyama Heita remembered it very clearly, it was clearly the shape of a "ghost mouth"! The shadow seemed to be struggling in pain.

Every time Qian Xiaoyi rang the bell, the ghost's shadow would tremble, as if in great pain, and Zhang Chunfa's expression would become more peaceful and serene, as if he was having a sweet dream.

In that wonderful rhythm, Zhang Chunfa's consciousness slowly sank into the constantly emerging memories. These memories were recalled bit by bit, and then faster and faster. Slowly, he began to forget his current identity and the troubles in reality. The memories kept moving forward, and he finally saw the deepest things in his heart.

In the darkness, Zhang Chunfa could smell a familiar faint damp odor floating around, like a mixture of oil smoke and sewer smells. Although the smell was unpleasant, it gave him a sense of security.

He used a map to find the source of the smell, turned his head, and a narrow passage appeared in front of him. There was a light at the end of the passage, and there seemed to be a sound coming from there.

Zhang Chunfa didn't think about anything and walked forward along the corridor. As he got closer to the exit, the noises became more and more obvious and louder, but his pace could not help but quicken, faster and faster, until he started running.

When he rushed out of the tunnel, the view in front of him suddenly became clear!
In front of him, various disorderly buildings were piled together, forming four huge walls around him. The walls continued to extend upward, blocking the sunlight from coming in, as if this was a huge well.

In the sky, a tangle of electric wires intertwined together, like a nest built by some unknown bird, making people's scalps numb.

The sound of people talking loudly, the sound of cooking on the gas stove, the sound of knocking on pipes...all kinds of sounds came one after another, incessantly.

Zhang Chunfa listened and seemed to hear some kind of roar coming from afar. He realized something and walked to the open space in front of him, or the roof of a building below, and then looked up at the top of the patio. In the square sky, the scene that Zhang Chunfa had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared with a huge roar.

A huge black shadow passed over the patio. It was an airplane, an airplane that was very close to the surrounding rooftops, and it just roared past his head.

After staring blankly for a while, Zhang Chunfa turned his head and found a young man standing next to him. Like him, he was staring blankly up at the sky, watching the plane leave. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, Zhang Chunfa realized something, because that was his own face as a child.

"Is this your deepest memory?" Qian Xiaoyi sat on a shack not far away, cigarette in mouth, looking at Zhang Chunfa.

"Kowloon Walled City." Zhang Chunfa and the young man looked up at the sky and said nostalgically, "I was born here and lived here for more than ten years. Until the year it was demolished, I hardly ever went out."

"Really?" Qian Xiaoyi also looked up at the pale sky and said, "There must be some very important memories here for you, right?"

"Of course." Zhang Chunfa smiled. "Kids don't care about the environment that much. As long as they have something to eat and something to play with, that's fine. Many people think this place is some kind of cannibalistic devil's den. It's run-down and rotten. Once you're in, it's hard to get out. They're right, but to me, this is my home. There's a barbecue restaurant where I worked when I was a kid. The leftovers I had there were the best barbecue I've ever had. After I left, no matter how many times I tried, it never tasted the same."

Qian Xiaoyi said: "I want to try it too."

"I'll treat you to a meal some other day. Although the food isn't as good as here, it's still good." Zhang Chunfa was silent for a while, then said, "Thank you very much. I haven't felt so quiet for a long time."

Listening to the extremely loud noises around him, Qian Xiaoyi asked, "Is this what you call quiet?"

"It's already very quiet." Zhang Chun said with a smile, "You haven't gotten used to it yet, but you'll get used to it. People who live here sometimes can't fall asleep without hearing these noises. I feel like I can sleep well tonight."

"Well, I'm glad I can help you." Qian Xiaoyi said, "So, are you ready?"

"Prepare for what?" Zhang Chun was stunned.

Qian Xiaoyi shrugged: "Of course I am ready to face the source of your problems these days~ Isn't that why you came here?"

A trace of panic emerged in Zhang Chunfa's heart, and he said, "Can it be done next time?"

"We have to face it." Qian Xiaoyi pointed forward.

Zhang Chunfa looked in the direction he pointed. Cracks began to appear on the wall and then gradually expanded. He saw the building in front of him collapse in front of him. A huge, grinning monster emerged from the wreckage, staring at him fiercely. Its big mouth slowly opened, revealing its fangs and tongue.

How could he not recognize it? The monster looked exactly like the tattoo on his back.

Then, Zhang Chunfa woke up.

(End of this chapter)