The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 815: Enemy in Honnoji Part 34 ()

Fear began to spread in Yoshisuke Ashiya's heart. He seemed to have returned to that powerless night nineteen years ago. He saw his good friends dying one by one around him, and he was powerless to do anything.

In order to prevent this situation from happening again, he rarely appeared in any ghost area except the Yellow Springs House over the years. However, he did not expect that even with such caution, he still fell into the hands of this nightmare. The sound of scissors kept ringing in his ears, making his body tremble.

From that night on, he lost his courage and his faith, and became like his notorious ancestors, immersed in a world of anxiety and selfishness.

"I have been doing this for almost twenty years...what have I done..." Ashiya Yoshisuke looked at Qian Xiaoyi and pleaded, "Mr. Qian...you won, but at least, please take good care of Xiaoju. She is now in your hands..."

"Puff!" Qian Xiaoyi spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the scissors stuck in his neck, then glared at the slit-mouthed woman beside him and said, "Are you entrusting me with my care now? Maybe I will die before you do. Isn't that what you thought just now?"

Ashiya Yoshisuke smiled bitterly and said, "No... You're right, we two old guys will definitely die. You've thought about it a long time ago, right? Ruriin will use the hair of the Slit-mouthed Woman that his father brought back nineteen years ago to reseal her before the three of us are completely killed by the Slit-mouthed Woman... In the end, we are dying and can no longer put up any resistance, and you who have teammates are the ultimate winner... You can find so many companions who are willing to go through life and death with you, just like me back then, this is the reason for your victory."

Ah Xin sneered: "The righteous will have many supporters, while the unrighteous will have few? Ridiculous, do you really think you have won? Ahem..."

A pair of scissors stabbed out of his chest, and blood splattered.

"You're really being stubborn." Qian Xiaoyi waited for the three of them to reach their limits. He endured the pain and said in order to divert his attention, "Do you still want to say that I can't eliminate all the ghosts by myself?"

"Haha...can you do it?" Ashin looked at Qian Xiaoyi provocatively and said.

Qian Xiaoyi looked at him with disdain: "I don't have to do it. It's not my mission to destroy the hundred ghosts."

Ashin raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Yes, you can definitely replace me and Ashiya. I believe that with your ability, you can definitely control those idiots. Whether it is the Hundred Ghosts or the Exorcists, they will all be under your control. In this way, it won't be long before you can control this country. I underestimated you, Qian Xiaoyi."

"There's no point in trying to sow discord," Qian Xiaoyi said. "My people won't turn against us just because of a few words you say. Your rhetoric is only useful against groups that unite for the sake of profit, with the last person winning all the rewards."

"Really? Do you really think so? People's minds are always changing." Ashin laughed: "Hey, three people over there, you have defeated me. There is only one step left, that is to kill the monk and let the slit-mouthed woman go berserk, just like that night! Then imitate Ashiya and escape, so that everyone except you will die! Japan will be yours from now on! How about it? Want to try it?"

Whether it was Hoshiba Rang, Kongo, or Fushiki Yoko, they all looked at Ashin with cold eyes and did not answer a word.

"It seems that you ghosts are really annoying." Qian Xiaoyi laughed: "You are so unpopular~"

Ashin's face darkened, and he shouted angrily: "Qian Xiaoyi! Do you know what you are doing? You idiot..."

He wanted to say something, but the next second, a pair of scissors pierced Ashin's throat, leaving him with only a "ho ho" sound.

Ashiya Yoshisuke and Qian Xiaoyi were not feeling well either. The corners of their mouths had been cut by the scissors, and their bodies were covered with wounds. If it were in reality, they would have died from such injuries long ago.

Ashiya Yoshisuke seemed to have given up resistance. He sighed, "I didn't expect that my ending would be like this. I thought that even if I died, I would die gloriously, fighting a fierce battle and dying in the battle. But now... this is not the result I want."

This reminded him of an ancient Chinese punishment called "Lingchi". The three of them were now like being tortured by someone, their bodies being cut open one after another, relying entirely on their own willpower to hold on, quietly waiting for death to come.

This kind of death was not pleasant or beautiful at all. In the endless torture, Ashiya Yoshisuke was the first to lose his will to resist. He was an old man, and the physical torture made him dying, with only a thread of breath left, and his eyes could close at any time.

The second person is Ah Xin. None of them can endure the pain better than the young man Qian Xiaoyi. What's more, Qian Xiaoyi has had a long-term relationship with the slit-mouthed woman, so he has a stronger resistance to this kind of torture.

"Now is the time!" Hoshiba Rang said to Liuliyuan Hongming, "Seal up the Slit-mouthed Woman completely! They are no longer capable!"

Liuliyuan Hongming nodded, and the black hair that spread throughout the venue suddenly rioted. They changed their target and rushed towards Liuliyuan Hongming.

"Slit-mouthed woman, let me end these nineteen years of grudges!" Liuliyuan Hongming's eyes were determined, and his body completely absorbed the black waves. The other three people stayed far away, fearing that they would be touched. They looked around vigilantly, guarding against possible accidents.

Fortunately, no accident happened. The woman with the slit mouth stared at Qian Xiaoyi's face, waving the scissors in her hand, and was dragged over there screaming.

The black hair that bound them fell away, and Qian Xiaoyi's body relaxed. He sat on the ground, panting heavily, watching the slit-mouthed woman go away, and murmured, "Study Buddhism well with Master Liuliyuan, Miss Slit-mouthed Woman."

He fell to the ground with his head raised. The injuries on his body caused by the Slit-mouthed Woman began to heal as she left, but now he could not even move a finger. Just like Ashiya Yoshisuke and Shin who fell beside him, all his strength had been exhausted.

All the black hair was absorbed, and Ruriin Hiroaki sat cross-legged on the spot without moving because he was suppressing the slit woman in his body.

"Mr. Qian!"

"Xiao Yi, are you okay?"

Kongou and Hoshiba Ryou came over here, while Fushigi Yoko stayed where she was to take care of Ruriin Hiroaki.

At this time, Ah Xin, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes. He stared at Qian Xiaoyi and asked, "Do you really think you won?"

Kongo and Xingchang immediately took a defensive stance. Could it be that this guy could still fight? !
"I didn't win, but did you?" Qian Xiaoyi asked sarcastically, "Can you still move, Jingde?"

Ashin laughed. He laughed loudly. Just when everyone thought he would stand up, he spat out a mouthful of blood, then coughed violently and said with difficulty: "Indeed... I can't move... but, cough cough... when did I say that..."

"…I am Lord Jingde now?"

Just as he finished speaking, a sound of footsteps was heard from a distance, giving goosebumps to everyone present.

They looked back in disbelief, and saw a short old man in a kimono, who was smiling and clapping, and walking slowly towards them.

Hoshiba showed a horrified expression and asked uncertainly: "Is that... Nanajo Masato's...grandfather?!"

(End of this chapter)