Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 150 Satisfaction and Struggle

Yamada Takashi first noticed something was wrong with his body when he was reporting to his manager at the company.

The minister's office is always filled with a suffocating and dull atmosphere. The heavy smell of cigarettes is deeply embedded in the walls, and it seems that even the air from the air conditioner carries a stale smell.

If it weren't for the pressure of life, Yamada Takashi might never want to enter this room again in his life.

The time waiting for the "trial" seemed extremely long. Yamada Takashi's back was already soaked with cold sweat, and tiny water droplets continued to condense on the lenses of his glasses.

“Is this your proposal?”

Finally, the minister spoke slowly, and his voice was like a rusty knife scraping his hair.

The rough fingers grabbed the document and threw it at Yamada Takashi's head without hesitation: "You're just trying to deal with me with this kind of rubbish?!"

The heavy folder hitting his head made him subconsciously take a step back, and his right heel hit the iron frame of the desk, making a crisp sound.

Yamada Takashi opened his bloodshot eyes and subconsciously bent over to apologize: "Yes! I'm sorry!"

The sweat from his forehead dripped onto the dark grey carpet, spreading out into small water stains.

Yamada Takashi could not remember what he was scolded for. He only remembered that the minister's mouth, which was stained with the smell of cigarettes, kept opening and closing, and he himself was a little dazed due to staying up late and working overtime for several days in a row.

Just when he was about to faint, a strange feeling suddenly came to his heart, as if some warm liquid was flowing through his blood vessels.

His vision began to distort and the colors of the things around him became wrong.

The sound from the air-conditioning outlet became clearer, and even the whispers of people outside the door became "louder", and every subtle movement around was infinitely amplified.

But what attracted his attention most was the minister in front of him. The throbbing blood vessels in the other's neck turned into flowing honey in his eyes, and even the sound of his Adam's apple rolling was like the crisp sound of unscrewing the cap of a soda bottle.

Yamada Takashi, who had been bending over, subconsciously looked at his palms. Vine-like green lines were rapidly climbing along his arms towards his palms, as if something was about to break out of his body.

Yamada Takashi wanted to scream in horror, but found that his body was no longer under his control, as if driven by some instinct.

Yamada Takashi noticed out of the corner of his eye that the leaves of the green radish on the desk were rapidly withering and tiny cracks were appearing on the surface of the soil - the vitality of this plant was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The minister, who was chattering away, gradually turned pale and his lips began to turn purple.

But in front of him, Yamada Takashi felt a warm current flowing through his palms into his limbs, and a strong vitality was roaring in his limbs.

He caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the glass. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes were gradually fading away, and the rough skin caused by staying up late for several days was becoming smooth. It all came too easily, as if a god was casually adjusting his time.

The minister finally realized that something was wrong with his body. He staggered and tried to sit back in his chair, but his whole body collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball.

The minister's sudden coma attracted the attention of everyone in the company. Fearing that others might suffer from the same symptoms due to "overwork", the strict president generously gave everyone half a day off.

Of course, the company's old employees all knew that he was just worried about having to pay compensation if someone fainted today.

The moment he heard about the vacation, Yamada Takashi almost fled from the company, completely ignoring his boss's call for dinner.

Returning home with excitement and fear, Yamada Takashi didn't even bother to lock the door and rushed straight into the bathroom.

With trembling hands, he took off his glasses, which no longer fit him properly, and looked at his hands carefully.

The scene before him almost suffocated him. The black blood oozing from the cracks between his nails was spreading, and when it dripped onto the floor, it left honeycomb-shaped holes.

He subconsciously wiped the lens, but found that the mirror surface was already covered with tiny cracks, as if an unimaginable amount of time had passed in an instant.

Staggering back to the living room, Yamada Takashi suddenly felt a strong dizziness. He held on to a chair and tried to keep himself steady, but every object his hands touched quickly "corrupted" at a strange speed: paper turned yellow, metal rusted, and even the glass cracked.

Everything happened so fast that Yamada Takashi didn't even have time to react.

When he finally collapsed, the door of his house opened and he heard his daughter's frightened voice.

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In the back alley of the izakaya late at night, the humid air is mixed with the smell of alcohol and garbage, and the neon lights cast mottled shadows on the moldy walls.

Yamada Takashi hid in a dark corner, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of his pocket, which contained the energy supplement he had just bought from the convenience store.

"I'll give you all the money..."

The drunk who was pinched by the neck and pressed against the wall begged for mercy mumbled, but saw that the attacker had an expression more painful than his own.

Yamada Takashi's wrist trembled slightly. He knew he shouldn't do this, but the feeling of hunger was like a flame burning deep in his soul.

"I just want... a little bit..."

Yamada Takashi murmured in a low voice, and as soon as his fingers touched the drunkard's skin, black liquid gushed out of his hands like a snake, turning into devil-like claws that tore into the other's chest.

The drunk's eyes suddenly widened, his begging for mercy stopped abruptly, and his whole body turned into a shriveled bag and slid to the ground.

Yamada Takashi felt a warm current flowing into his body, and the feeling of fullness almost made him cry.

But when he regained consciousness and saw the desiccated corpse lying in the corner, his original sense of satisfaction instantly turned into nausea.

The warm touch still remained on his palm, but now it seemed like a vicious curse that he could hardly accept, and he stumbled back involuntarily.

Yamada Takashi trembled as he reached into his pocket, trying to find something to wipe his palms, but the touch of his fingertips suddenly lit up the phone screen. The photo of his daughter on the lock screen finally made him fully sober. After a moment of being stunned, Yamada Takashi suddenly covered his mouth, and the intense urge to vomit made him curl up into a ball.

When he got home, he scratched his palms frantically, his nails scratching deep grooves in the skin, but he was unable to remove the strange black blood vessels.

The broken skin just oozed out turbid liquid and then regenerated in the blink of an eye.

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The convenience store’s surveillance camera recorded an absurd scene.

A man wearing a baseball cap came to the convenience store, grabbed the female cashier by the neck with his hands, took out money from his clothes and stuffed it into her hands.

"This is compensation for mental damage... No! It's medical expenses... It will only take a few minutes, I promise it won't hurt you too much..."

There was a tremor in the man's voice that was almost begging, and it seemed as if he was persuading himself.

The cashier tried to struggle, but he didn't have the strength to resist.

The man's body became distorted, and countless asphalt-like black liquids poured out of his body, forming various strange shapes.

The man didn't wake up until the glass cabinet next to him suddenly exploded. He fell to the ground and trembled for a long time, then suddenly stood up, smashed the back door and escaped into the rainy night.

"It's really... hard to evaluate..."

Yang Liu looked at the video on his phone that Uga Shoji sent him this morning and fell silent for a moment.

"Uga Shoji: This is the surveillance record obtained from the police station. It shows the latest movements of the serial killer."

"Uga Shoji: It seems that your speculation is correct. This person has lost control of his own power. From the records, he has completely lost his mind."

Looking at the message on LINE, Yang Liu watched the video again and paused it at a certain moment.

In the video, the target's face is covered with black veins and it is impossible to tell what it originally looked like.

But his crazy expression also confirmed Yang Liu's previous speculation: he had lost control.

"Yang Liu: Can you find his current location?"

"Uga Shoji: I can contact a chief inspector of the Fukuoka Prefectural Police Department. It should be no problem to get information about this man. After all, he has already exposed his whereabouts. And after losing control, his actions are not as secretive as before."

"Uga Shoji: But if you want to face him alone, you have to act quickly, because the impact is too bad, and many shrines and temples have already dispatched personnel."

"Yang Liu: That's enough. Thank you, Host Uga."

"Uga Shoji: You don't have to be polite, Mr. Yang. It's just a small matter."

Uga Shoji acted quickly and sent the relevant information almost as soon as school was over.

Looking at the information on the phone, Yang Liu's expression was gloomy, and he silently packed up his weapons.

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There is a forest between Fukuoka City and Itoshima City, and at the edge of the forest there is an abandoned factory.

It was a factory built during Japan's economic development period, but with the bursting of the economic bubble, the factory also closed down due to poor management.

The dilapidated doors and windows creaked, and the empty swinging of the doors seemed particularly lonely in the wind.

Yamada Takashi huddled on an abandoned bench deep inside the factory, scratching the edge of the family photo with his fingernails.

But no matter how careful he was, the out-of-control force continued to erode the image in the photo, and his daughter's face became blurred, like a watercolor painting washed by rain.

"Miyu..."

He gestured a hug to the air, allowing him to see the black liquid dripping from his hands more clearly.

A stray cat hiding under the ruins suddenly screamed. Yamada Takashi turned around and saw his "shadow" devouring the cat's body.

The cat's body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a handful of white ash, scattered on the cracked ground.

"Has it come to this?"

Yamada Takashi gave a bitter smile. He had also tried to tear the blood vessels in his neck, but it was of no use except for the unimaginable pain he felt.

The life force he absorbed was so huge that even Yamada Takashi didn't know how to kill himself.

Looking up outside the factory, it was already spring, but the trees near the factory looked withered.

As his abilities developed, his efficiency in absorbing vitality became higher and higher. Now, even if he just huddled here without moving, he was still continuously absorbing vitality from the outside world, as if he wanted to swallow up the entire world.

Suddenly, Yamada Takashi raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

(The next chapter will be updated later.)
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