The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 692: The Journey to the Mountain of Osorrow (45)

Looking at the dark eye sockets of the mummy, Suzuki had a feeling that "it is also looking at me". The darkness hidden in the eye sockets was like an abyss that was about to suck her in.

A strange fear rose in Suzuki's heart.

"Not good." Suzuki shook her head, trying hard to get rid of this feeling. She knew that once this feeling occupied her mind, she would most likely fall into what Qian Xiaoyi and the others called the "ghost realm."

A big part of the reason why she can still hold on now is that she has never actually been to that place. She only saw some vague shadows at the time. In addition, it has been a long time and her memory has become fuzzy. She can completely convince herself with reasons such as "hallucination" and "psychological suggestion".

But if she really saw it and the seed was planted in her heart, she would no longer be able to maintain this state of "ignoring".

This is like a person who has never eaten or seen strawberries. No matter how others describe the taste of strawberries, that person cannot imagine the taste. But once he tastes it himself, he will remember the feeling in his mind and will never forget it.

So what Suzuki has to do now is to complete her task as soon as possible and then escape from this haunted place. This mummy is so weird that even she doesn't know how long she can resist the fear in her heart.

Suzuki took the black coffin nail in his hand, took a deep breath, lifted the mummy's head, aimed at the center of its head, and stabbed it hard.

……

"Taozi, do you think you can stop me like this?"

After absorbing the power of many psychics, the zombie's movements became much smoother. If it was a true "zombie" before, now it is more like a person with the appearance of a mummy, and even the expression on its face has become much more lively.

The zombie looked at Granny Tao who was standing in front of Wei Bo and said, "Look, you are old, like a rotten piece of wood. Both mentally and physically, you are too old to be real."

"Yes, Master." Granny Peach was as old as she said. She said, "I am even older than you were when you died. If there is anything I can surpass you in, it is probably this."

The zombie walked towards Granny Tao and said, "You still respect me so much, but unfortunately, you made a wrong decision. If you make a mistake, you must accept the punishment and pay the price."

Granny Tao smiled bitterly: "But I can't afford this price, because you will kill everyone at the festival."

"This is not allowed!" King Kong rushed out from the side, the tattoo on his back glowed golden, and he rushed towards the zombies like a chariot.

The zombie didn't even look at him, but just casually raised one hand, a little downward in the direction of King Kong.

Buzz~ King Kong was instantly pressed to the ground by an invisible force, unable to move.

"This...what kind of power is this!" This time, King Kong really felt like a whole mountain was pressing down on him, pressing his internal organs to the point that they were about to explode. There was a bloody smell in his throat, and he couldn't move even a toe in his body.

Suzuna trembled and said, "It is the power of Mount Osorezan... the power of an entire mountain. It is now a complete mountain god..."

The mountain god mask in her hand could no longer respond to her at this time. It was like an ordinary mask, silent, which made Suzuna terrified.

"The power of all those who participated in the Osorezan Festival is connected to it." Qian Xiaoyi analyzed calmly: "So now it is the absolute spokesperson for Osorezan, the real mountain god." Suzuna said with a sad face: "Is this the time to talk about this? Where is the back-up plan you mentioned?"

"I don't know." Qian Xiaoyi said, "We can only wait and try to hold on until then."

The zombie laughed as if he had heard a joke, "Support? I'm afraid you don't have the time, or do you think you still have the strength to stop me?"

It opened its arms, and countless dark hands emerged from the ground, swaying like seaweed. They were the souls of hell who had obeyed the call of Mount Osorezan and came to the world. Those hands grabbed King Kong, Qian Xiaoyi, Ling Na's legs, and all the other psychics, and they held on tightly, trying to drag them into hell.

"Mr. Qian...Mr. Qian!" Suzuna screamed. She watched in horror as her body sunk little by little but was powerless to do anything.

"Tsk..." Qian Xiaoyi's expression was very ugly. Not only Lingnai, he was also sinking like this. Qian Xiaoyi stared at the zombies with a serious expression, as if he had made a very important decision.

The zombie looked at Qian Xiaoyi's face with interest and said, "Do you have any other means to stop me? Do you rely on the existence sealed in your body? Although it may be a bit rude to say this... but as long as I am still on this mountain, these foreign things will not be able to harm me, even the monster in your body."

"It's not that kind of thing..." Qian Xiaoyi's eyes were shining, and a twisted power emanated from his body, which actually stopped his sinking trend. He stared at the zombie and was about to say something, but suddenly his expression changed, revealing a look of joy and relief.

"It's finally here!" Qian Xiaoyi became excited.

"Huh?" The zombie frowned, not knowing what Qian Xiaoyi was talking about, but it soon understood, because a stream of black, smelly blood was already flowing slowly down its face and from the top of its head.

No, that was not real blood. It was the thoughts, hopes, and despair left by tens of thousands of people on Mount Osorezan... It was the pitch-black color formed by countless bright colors!

The zombie took two steps back in disbelief. The smelly black blood kept flowing out. It stretched out its hand and touched its head. It didn't know when or why a small square hole appeared on its head, and the black blood was flowing out from it.

Pfft!

Countless black liquids spurted out from the zombie's head like a fountain, and the zombie let out a heart-wrenching scream. It was finally really hurt.

The black hands were no longer under control and retracted into the ground, releasing the psychics, but the ground began to shake with the zombies' painful screams.

"King Kong!" Qian Xiaoyi shouted.

"Understood." King Kong had already climbed up from the ground, roaring, and hit the zombie with all his strength. The zombie was like a baseball that was hit and flew away from the unconscious psychics, and finally crashed into a hill.

Qian Xiaoyi stepped on the Gangbu and came in front of the zombie. While the zombie was unable to control his actions, he flipped his hand and half a pair of scissors appeared in his palm. He inserted it towards the zombie's crown, directly into the small hole, and then slashed it hard.

Ink-like darkness rose up from the zombie's crown. As the contents of this body were released, the zombie became increasingly stiff until it could no longer move.

(End of this chapter)