The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 716 Hope and Despair (19)

Okubo felt that the blood in his body was about to solidify. His neck was pressed against the cold blade, and he could even smell the lingering blood. He asked in doubt, "That massacre...did you do that? Do you know what you did?"

Fuki Yin reminded him: "It's not just one massacre."

Okubo then realized that the doctor of the Eighth Saint might have also been killed by this vicious guy. That is to say, after causing a massacre, the other party did not flee in panic, but quietly sneaked up to another saint, started killing, and learned his information from the doctor.

This shows that the other party killed people rationally and in a planned way, rather than in a murder of passion!

Realizing this, Okubo relaxed a little. As a veteran who was good at both black and white worlds, what he feared most was not people with plans and purposes, but those who killed people suddenly out of passion without any warning. Since they were still rational, it meant they could be talked to. He was a businessman, and in his eyes, anything could be traded.

"You want to know the whereabouts of the Patriarch... no, Mari Amahara and the Saint?" Okubo said, "You think too highly of me. Although I have been canonized as a saint, I am just a sham. I am just a babysitter for those people. They only think of me when they are in trouble."

"Don't you know?" Fu Muyin nodded: "Then you are useless."

“Wait, wait!” Okubo felt the blade on his neck move, and he immediately lost his composure. He said quickly, “Although I don’t know where Amahara Mari usually goes, only a few people know that, but if he wants to hold some large parties, I can inform you. I will be responsible for renting the venue! As long as he wants to hold any event, I will definitely know in advance.”

"I can't wait that long. If you can't give me some useful information, then go to hell." Fu Muyin said as he was about to draw his knife, and his purpose was not to assassinate the great founder.

Okubo knew that if he didn't confess something, he would surely die. There was no way the other party would let him live and warn others.

So he said, "But I know the identities and addresses of several saints! They once gave me trouble!"

"Speak!" Fu Muyin said coldly.

"If I tell you everything, you will definitely kill me!" Okubo's double chins were trembling: "I want to live, I don't want to die, I still have a lot of savings that I haven't spent, and a lot of women that I haven't played with! I still have a good life, I don't want to die now!"

Fu Muyin said coldly: "But if you don't tell me, you will die too. I don't have much patience. Without you, I can still find other people. You will definitely be able to say a few names before you die. I don't think you can withstand the torture."

Okubo shouted, "But I can help you! I can choose the most suitable target for you, and I can serve as bait to lure others out! I still have many uses! As a living person, I am more useful than a dead person."

"Keep your voice down." Fu Muyin said.

Okubo immediately quieted down and whispered, "This house is very soundproof. I've tried it before, and no matter how we play, no one outside can hear it."

Even Fuki Yin couldn't help but laugh at such absurd words. He asked, "Don't you have any sense of shame? You betrayed your companions so easily. Then, how can I guarantee that you won't betray me at the most critical moment?"

"I... yes, I have an idea, there is a way!" Okubo said, "I have seen the power of the Church of Hope before. It is because they are extremely powerful and have magical powers that I surrender to them. I can feel that they have left a mark in my brain to ensure that I will not betray them easily... You can kill the Eighth Saint and control his soul, you can definitely activate this mark! You can use it to control me."

Fu Muyin said strangely: "You...really..."

Okubo knew what the other party was wondering about, and he immediately said, "If I betray the Hope Cult, I might be retaliated against and killed by them, or even fall into a situation worse than death... But if I don't cooperate with you now, I will die soon, so of course I know what to choose!" "You... You are an excellent businessman." It was the first time that Fuki Yin had seen such a talent, so he changed his mind of torturing and interrogating the other party at the beginning, and said, "Then, in order to prove your sincerity, as long as you survive the next stage, I will believe you."

After saying that, the samurai sword slowly moved away from Okubo's neck.

"Survived...what?" Okubo had just escaped danger, and before he could react, he was kicked to the ground. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, not knowing what had happened.

The next second, the samurai sword pierced his left palm.

Okubo wanted to scream, but Fushigi Yin closed his jaw first.

"Hold on, don't scream." Fu Muyin half-knelt in front of him and warned: "If you disturb other residents, I will kill you immediately, understand?"

Okubo widened his eyes and looked at the man wearing a demon mask in front of him, and nodded while suppressing the pain and fear.

Seeing this, Fu Mu Yin maintained his current posture, holding the knife in one hand, pinching the magic formula with the other, and chanting the spell.

When the spell sounded, Okubo was horrified to find that bright red blood was oozing from the knife. The blood crawled towards the wound on the back of Okubo's hand like worms, and then drilled into it. The black mold in the air seemed to become restless.

Suddenly, Okubo felt a strange itch, which made him want to cut off his palm. With the help of Fuki Yin's spell, Okubo felt extremely uncomfortable both physically and mentally. He wanted to bang his head on the ground and scream.

However, he endured it. He knew that the other party was setting something in his body to restrict him, but he had no choice.

Just when Okubo's teeth were about to break, Fushigi Yin finally pulled the samurai sword out of Okubo's palm, causing him to let out a suppressed cry of pain.

But as the samurai sword was pulled out, Okubo woke up from his dream, as if he had returned to reality. The mold and blood had all disappeared.

"Go to the bathroom and take care of the wound." Fumu Yin said, "I don't want to see any blood here."

"Yes..." Okubo covered his hands, not understanding what the other party had done to him, but this was a good opportunity! He might be able to do something in the toilet, such as leaving a distress signal or something.

And when he walked into the bathroom alone as instructed and looked in the mirror, he understood why the other party dared to let him leave alone.

——The Eighth Saint he knew, the doctor, was now lying behind him, covered in blood, staring at him with his eyes wide open.

After a while, Okubo came out of the toilet with his bandaged hand, and said respectfully to Fushigi Yin who had already cleaned up the scene: "Sir...? What should I do next?"

Fuki Yin took off his mask and said, "Next, take me to a safe place."

(End of this chapter)