The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 866: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (7)

"——The [Holy Day Procession Festival] has officially begun! Join me as we march toward the hopeful and happy shore beyond."

On that day, after Mari Hara announced the start of the Aquarius Festival, the next second, melodious and joyful music floated out from the speakers of many floats. Nagahara Maiko stood on the front float and began to hum along with the music.

[Dear, dear brothers and sisters, do not be afraid, do not despair, the dark clouds in the sky will eventually disperse, and the warm sunshine will shine in the blue sky...]

[Please believe that a better life will eventually come, and the other side of hope and happiness is there. ]

[On this warm and sunny day, our hearts are connected and singing together...]

I have to say that Maiko Nagahara's singing is really beautiful. Her gentle voice blows through everyone's heart like a spring breeze, touching people's heartstrings and making people feel incomparably peaceful and moved.

"This is... a hymn composed by the Patriarch." The believers became agitated. Songs written by the Church of Hope were often played in their gatherings, and this was one of them.

After hearing this familiar melody, many people began to sing along. Soon, the emotions seemed to be contagious. The infectious singing spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred. The scene immediately turned into a chorus of nearly ten thousand people. Many people sang loudly while crying. Even if they were tone-deaf, they still roared to their heart's content, wanting to vent the despair in their lives.

After the singing started, the float team slowly began to move. At the same time, the bottles of various shapes on the floats began to change shape. They were originally just ordinary huge bottles, but they contained a lot of secrets. Those huge bottles unfolded one after another, and believers wearing the same white robes appeared inside the bottles. They held flower baskets in their hands and scattered colorful sequins or petals on both sides of the road.

The atmosphere of the festival was instantly created at this moment. At this moment, all the believers were happy in their hearts. They no longer thought about things in reality. They also temporarily forgot the troubles in life and completely opened their hearts to Mari Amahara.

Everyone had an expression of emotion and happiness on their faces. They followed the float in an orderly manner, singing as they walked along the road.

This should be a harmonious and beautiful scene. Anyone who sees this situation and is in it will be moved to tears and at the same time sigh at the beauty of life and the goodness of living.

However, in the eyes of Shichijo Masato, or in the eyes of the psychics, this scene was a completely different scene.

Cack, clack, clack… Nanajo Masato’s teeth chattered up and down, his body trembling. He suppressed his fear and couldn’t help muttering, “What the hell is this…”

"What did you see, Zhengren?" Qian Xiaoyi's voice came from the headset: "No matter what you saw, stay calm and don't let the people around you notice anything unusual. Take a deep breath first, and then tell me what you see now."

Qijio Zhengren followed Qian Xiaoyi's instructions. He first tried to calm down, then described in a trembling voice: "First, the sky..."

"What happened to the sky?"

Nanajo Masato: "It's getting dark, the sky is completely dark. Although I can see the sun, it's like an old electric light, and it doesn't have any effect at all." "Is the aura completely closed? Don't be nervous, what you see is normal..."

"No, that's not it! What makes me nervous is not this eclipse-like scene!" Nanajo Masato interrupted Qian Xiaoyi. He looked at the float team in horror and said, "I saw... the true face of [Hundred Demons]!"

In the psychic's senses, in this suffocating closed atmosphere, the hymn that should have been gentle gradually became distorted in this dim atmosphere. It was no longer touching, and the melody was instead full of absurdity and ridiculousness, harsh and rough, as if it was mocking something.

Under the dim sky, all the believers who followed the parade floats slowly put on a mask on their faces, so that their original appearance could no longer be seen. All the masks were painted with a happy smile. They sang, and countless twisted red lines rose from their bodies, floating into the air, and floating onto the floats.

No, those are not lines, but blood vessels! Moving blood vessels!
In the sight of Shichijo Masato, the appearance of Nagahara Maiko on the front float changed.

Those wriggling blood vessels gathered on her body, weaving a bloody and gorgeous red dress for her. Her mouth opened wide, and the back of her head became bald and abnormally swollen, like the big head of the monster in the movie "Alien".

She screamed into the microphone in a disgusting way, and Shichijo Masato almost vomited while singing. His stomach was churning! However, the people around him were mesmerized by the song and couldn't help themselves.

However, the most important thing was not these, but the huge treasure bottle behind her! The treasure bottle cracked when the parade began because of the activation of the mechanism. In the eyes of Nanajo Masato, inside was a body with a big head. The thing was like a piece of meat or a tumor. The head had human-like facial features, and countless blood vessels were connected to it, beating constantly. It grinned and made the same sharp sound as Nagahara Maiko.

Behind her float, except for the float of Mari Amahara which was in the second place, the giant vases of the other floats cracked open, and monsters of different appearances appeared inside. Some of those monsters looked like humans, some looked like beasts. There were giants with long-nosed masks on their faces and wings on their backs, and there were also horrible monsters with cow heads and spider bodies.

These monsters were huge, laughing wildly along with their distorted singing, greedily sucking blood from countless blood vessels, and standing proudly on the floats, showing off their might.

Shichijo Masato could even see a giant raccoon cat wearing a crown in the procession of floats. It was lying lazily on the float with its big belly bulging, its sneaky little eyes flashing with malicious light, and it was quietly blending into the procession.

——He is very familiar with the image of this raccoon cat!
The believers who were on the floats scattering petals and sequins were transformed into ghosts, pulling the blood vessels in the air for the monsters, connecting them to their bodies and providing them with power.

"One Hundred Demons Night Parade!" Nanajo Masato moaned in a faint voice: "This is... the true face of One Hundred Demons Night Parade! It is clearly daytime, but under their influence, it is as dark as night..."

Qian Xiaoyi's voice came from the headset: "I understand. Nura Oni, Tengu, Ushio Oni, Netshinfu, Tensha Oni, Chikuro Oni, Yunwaijing... these are all members of the Hundred Ghosts. In other words, these floats were built by the Hundred Ghosts members for the Church of Hope. This celebration parade is completely prepared to absorb the cognition of so many believers on the scene. No, not only the cognition of the believers, but also all the audiences who saw this parade through the Internet and the media. They want to spread the cognition of the Hundred Ghosts through modern media to the entire country, absorb more power, and complete the ceremony..."

"But they won't succeed." Qian Xiaoyi said firmly: "——We will definitely defeat them, and defeat them fairly and squarely."

(End of this chapter)