Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 479: The Legacy of the Red God

"What's in this room? Is it a 'transcendence formation' that was set up in advance to prevent the death row inmate from dying with regrets?!"

Miyamoto suddenly discovered that, unlike ordinary cells, the walls of the cells on both sides of the corridor were densely covered with yellow talisman papers, and the ground had some kind of array pattern printed with deep red cinnabar, which looked extremely creepy.

"Amabie... Amabie... Amabie..."

"Please have great mercy on the prayers of the devout believers and save us from the prison of this world..."

Then, noisy prayers came into Miyamoto's ears through the iron fence and steel walls.

"It's so noisy. Who are these people?"

Looking through the gaps in the railings, Miyamoto saw a man in a white robe, prostrating himself on the ground and worshipping madly, in a row of cells on the opposite side.

"Hey, what the hell is this?!"

In a cell diagonally opposite, a huge, grinning red face suddenly appeared, causing him to shudder subconsciously.

"It's a tattoo? Who is this person? I was shocked..."

Looking closely, Miyamoto discovered that it was a thin, short, middle-aged man with a flat head, curled up in the corner of the cell with his back to him.

The other person's skinny back was tattooed with a whole red ghost face, which moved vividly with the twitching of muscles, as if it was "grinning".

"Are these disgusting guys all death row inmates? Why do they look more like mental patients?"

Being stared at by that ghost face, Miyamoto felt uncomfortable all over and turned his head quickly.

"No, no, this place is even stranger than the rumors say. I can't just sit there and wait for death..."

"Hey, the black police outside, I know it must be the 'big shot' behind Xia Fan and Hoshina Hanami, who is involved in both black and white. He wants you to silence me, right?!"

"I swear, if anything happens to me and I lose contact for more than 24 hours, your scandal will be made public the next day!"

He turned around and shouted threats into the camera on the cell ceiling.

"Xia Fan? Do you know Xia Fan?"

"Tell him for me that Senior Shibata knows he's wrong, and ask him to help me get out of here!"

"Shibata, you are a traitor. You actually gave in to Xia Fan, a heretic. You must have caused us to be abandoned by the gods!"

The "keyword" mentioned by Miyamoto was like water dropped into a frying pan. All the men who were worshipping on their own rushed to the iron gate like mad tigers and roared at him.

"What's going on? These psychopaths are suddenly going crazy..."

His legs went limp and he sat down on the toilet. The iron door that he hated a second ago now became his most trusted line of defense.

"Hehehe, this newcomer doesn't seem to know yet..."

"Like you, all of us were locked up in this place because of Xia Fan!"

In the corner of the room, the middle-aged man with a ghost mask tattooed on his back turned his head to look at Miyamoto and let out a sinister laugh.

"You were all locked up here because of Xia Fan?"

"Could it be that you are all 'colleagues' like me, and you were imprisoned here because you discovered the secret behind Xia Fan?"

Hearing the other party say this, Miyamoto's expression instantly became resolute, as if he were a patriot who had found a "revolutionary companion".

"Peers? That's an interesting name, you could say that."

"We really have fallen to this point because we underestimated Xia Fan and the people behind him."

The middle-aged man touched his chin and nodded slowly.

"Xia Fan, and the people behind him...they can abuse police and prison resources to this extent, it is indeed because of that mysterious big shot...no, it is even possible that it is not just one person, but an entire interest group..."

Hearing what the other party said, some of Miyamoto's guesses were confirmed again. "So many people discovered the shocking scandal of the Burning Department before me, and were persecuted because of it..."

"It seems that the Burning Sect has long been involved in both black and white affairs. The status and power of the bigwigs behind them are beyond my imagination."

"Dear seniors, it is not easy to persist in a place like this until now."

The look he gave to the people in the cell was no longer contemptuous, but rather filled with respect.

These "colleagues" who had the courage to expose the truth were locked up in this dark prison for who knows how many long days and nights before they became so insane.

Even so, they still couldn't forget the name "Xia Fan" and did not give up on exposing the secrets behind this shocking scandal. Their spirit and courage are truly commendable.

"Cough cough..."

At the same time, the thin middle-aged man put his mouth close to the gap in the iron bars and opened and closed his mouth towards Miyamoto silently...

"Could this be... a unique way for paparazzi to communicate with each other... lip reading!"

Looking at the other person's big mouth with several missing front teeth, Miyamoto suddenly seemed to realize something.

"Hey... kid... do you want to... leave this place?"

With the lip-reading skill that is a must for top paparazzi, he instantly "translated" the man's words.

"Of course I want to..."

"Do you have a solution...?"

Miyamoto looked delighted and quickly asked back in the same way.

"These stupid people... refuse to convert to other gods... but you are still young, you shouldn't be so stubborn..."

"With my sick and weak body, I can no longer receive the favor and response of Lord Akagami, but your young and healthy body may be able to..."

"Accept this with gratitude... the inheritance of the Red God's faith..."

Next, Miyamoto could clearly understand every word of the man's "lip reading"...

But when they got together, they couldn't understand what the other person was saying at all.

"What's naked, divine... am I, did I read it wrong?"

This made him wonder if his lip-reading skills had become rusty due to not being used for too long.

"Well, say it again..."

Just as Miyamoto rubbed his eyes and tried to recognize the other person's mouth shape again, the man had already squatted down with his back to him, and his fingers went deep into his lower body...

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!"

"Pfft..."

The next second, something with a foul smell flew accurately over the two iron gates and landed in front of Miyamoto.

"It stinks. What the hell is this... a stone sculpture shaped like a ghost's head?"

Miyamoto covered his nose and took a step back, staring blankly at the "unknown object" on the ground...

It was a completely red stone with a grinning face carved on it, exactly the same as the one on the middle-aged man's back.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and put away the divine body of Red God-sama before you get discovered..."

"As long as you worship the divine body of Lord Akami every day... you will soon gain power beyond that of ordinary people... these iron doors will become no different from paper to you."

The man on the other side of the iron gate pointed at his lower body and spoke anxiously in lip language.

(End of this chapter)