I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 70 The Most Terrifying Ghost Stories

Chapter 70 The Most Terrifying Ghost Stories (Second Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets~)

"clatter."

Each step I took as I climbed the stairs was like a swinging clock.

The quietness was particularly noticeable.

Of course, this quiet was broken when the boy, who was alone and seemed to have brought nothing with him, stepped onto the third floor.

He clearly heard the commotion below; it seemed that some group was following his footsteps into the drafty, unfinished building. There seemed to be quite a few people there.

However, Gen Tsukino was too lazy to look down; he seemed not to have heard any of the sounds at all.

The third floor leads to the fourth floor.

Five floors.

The footsteps downstairs grew louder, but seemed restrained, as if anticipating something. For example, if he paused slightly, the footsteps would stop. But as soon as he started walking, they would begin to follow.

They were like a group of lingering ghosts.

To be honest, he didn't find it scary at all; in fact, he found it rather funny.

Until he reached the sixth floor.

The six-story building, now topped out, is quite windy. The summer evening breeze, which usually carries a hint of heat, seems to bring a sense of coolness at this height.

The moonlight, in the distant direction, seemed to deliberately keep its distance from everyone.

Aloofness is like a cold, beautiful woman; it merely observes all this rampant materialism, the battle between humanity and bestiality, illuminating their stage. Yet it never saves anyone.

There are two people on the sixth floor.

A man wearing an open black shirt, revealing a white vest underneath. He had faint, menacing tattoos and a spiky shaved head. He was smoking a cigarette.

He was sitting on a stool that had somehow appeared out of nowhere. In the darkness, his face was barely visible; only the flickering light of his cigarette butt could be seen, like a laser beam.

There was another man standing next to him. Coincidentally, Tsukino Gen had seen both of them before.

"Clap!"

Sudden.

As Tsukino Gen stood still, the bright lights suddenly illuminated the sixth floor.

The blinding light enveloped Tsukino Gen, but the boy didn't close his eyes because of the glare. He stared intently, clearly seeing that the seemingly empty sixth floor wasn't empty at all. At least on the ground, the pillars, and the unfinished walls, there were countless bloodstains.

It's as if many horrific things have happened here.

The spiky man with a cigarette in his mouth stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and smiled as he looked at Tsukino Gen.

"It really is you, kid."

He seemed to remember who the boy was.

Gen Tsukino stared straight at the other person. "Have we met before?"

"Of course, right at the entrance of that run-down neighborhood. I was going to teach you a lesson then and there. Hey, Kawakami, look. Some people just don't know what's good for them. They've already been let off the hook, but they still like to challenge fate, thinking they're some kind of protagonist in a shonen manga. Look, he actually dared to come all by himself, hahahaha."

The young man, referred to as Kawakami, was visibly frowning.

He didn't seem very satisfied with the current situation, but when he looked at Tsukino Gen, he didn't say anything, just shook his head.

Gen Tsukino glanced at the rebellious man who seemed to be performing a one-man show and tilted his head slightly.

"Excuse me, I don't quite understand what you're talking about. Weren't we discussing debt repayment?"

"Oh, right, right, I almost forgot about the important matter. But do you look like you've brought any money?" The spiky man walked towards Tsukino Gen step by step. In his opinion, this handsome and good-looking boy made him feel inexplicably angry.

I really want to punch his face and smash it to pieces.

Especially with his frail appearance. He's tall and handsome, but what good is that? This world is so glamorous and bizarre because more and more men like him who don't even qualify as men are appearing.

Do you even know what a real man is?
"Do you think 30 million is a small amount? Would I have brought the money here? Times have changed, my friend."

It seemed that Tsukino Gen hadn't expected such a response.

This made the troublesome man look at him suspiciously. "Did you bring a card? Or a check?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, we don't have any."

Under the blinding light, the boy smiled and confidently extended his hands.

To display one's empty state.

"You said that one person is not allowed to bring anything."

Upon hearing this, Kawakami frowned slightly, while the spiky man stared blankly for a moment before widening his eyes.

"You dare to mess with me?! Didn't I tell you to bring money?! I think you really want to die. You think I made such a big fuss just to invite you to dinner?! Do you think everyone in the Baihui Clan is a law-abiding citizen?!"

Even now, the troublemaker still doesn't quite understand why that man made such a big deal out of a boy who seems to have nothing special about him except his face, and why he's not decisive at all.

But there was nothing he could do; a higher rank could crush a lower one. Besides, whether he could make a name for himself at Baifeng and truly gain entry into the inner circle depended on others.

He had no choice but to comply. He even kept a watchful eye: he could make a big show of it, but he couldn't let anyone die on his own. Otherwise, if the other side really abandoned him like a pawn or shifted the blame onto him, he would be left with no way to defend himself.

He just didn't expect that this bastard would dare to play him for a fool.
"Anan. Don't be impulsive!"

Kawakami spoke from behind.

Anan couldn't help but turn back to look at Kawakami. "I'm impulsive? Didn't you see? This kid is just here to die, trying to settle scores with his own life? Bah! He's out of his mind, willing to risk his life for a woman, and he's a cripple who can only sit in a wheelchair! Don't worry, I definitely won't kill him, but I'll make sure this kid knows how to talk to adults properly! Get on here!"

With a roar from Anan.

Dozens of figures poured in from downstairs behind Tsukino Gen.

It looked like a huge, crowded mass, completely blocking the simple stairwell and the entrance to the sixth floor.

It seems that Tsukino Gen has completely lost his chance to escape, unless he can jump off the sixth floor.

Of course, in their view, this was absolutely impossible.

Gen Tsukino glanced back, then turned around with a smile. "Inviting so many people, isn't that giving me too much credit? Why don't we calmly discuss something else?"

"You didn't even bring any money, what's there to discuss?"

Anan sneered, "Looks like you're not very strong."

When did my legs start shaking and then my crotch get soaked?
The boy nodded. "I didn't bring any, but that doesn't mean I don't have any money. If I can come up with this money, we can discuss some things, right?"

"What can you discuss with me?" Anan frowned, not in a hurry to give orders. He was curious about what the boy was resisting, or if he was just stalling for time.
"For example, it seems you're not really after the money. How about I use this money to ask you who lent that girl's father the money, and who told you to keep pressuring her but haven't taken any drastic measures yet?"

Upon hearing this question, Anan's pupils contracted rapidly.

The next moment, he said coldly.

"Go! Shut that rotten mouth of his who doesn't know what to say or shouldn't say!"

When Anan heard Tsukino Gen ask this question, he immediately realized that the boy seemed to have guessed something behind the scenes. But those things were precisely the things that the other person didn't want to reveal, nor could he reveal them himself.

If he hadn't said anything and had just obediently given the money, things probably wouldn't have gone wrong. But since he dared to ask this question, Anan absolutely couldn't let him leave. Even the money itself became unimportant.

It was a debt that could never be recovered, yet they thought they could make an ill-gotten gain. Ugh, what a damn bad luck!

At the moment the command was given, Kawakami shifted his foot slightly, but in the end he did nothing.

But I couldn't bear to look over, and I saw countless dark figures emerging from behind that thin and frail boy.

Bullying the weak seems to be an eternal theme in this world, ranging from minor disputes in the marketplace to major wars between nations. Everyone condemns bullying the weak, yet it seems no one can escape this eternal law.

The weak will be bullied.

The justice that the world recognizes is actually terrifyingly narrow.

Those figures showed no mercy whatsoever just because he was a mere teenager; they brandished their batons and steel pipes and charged straight at him.

The next moment seemed like they could see the boy, who was still smiling at them, lying in a pool of blood with his head bleeding profusely. No, wait, why is he still smiling?!
The steel pipe appeared above Tsukino Gen's head, about to fall heavily in the next moment.

but.

"boom!"

Kawakami's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The boy who was smiling at him just a second ago has now punched him in the stomach.

Before the steel pipe even fell, it was already in Tsukino Gen's hand.

His demeanor changed completely; no smile could be seen on his face anymore. His cold eyes, illuminated by the light, seemed like distant glaciers finally melting, revealing the ferocious pupils of a prehistoric monster.

"what!!"

Before the next person could react, the boy, who had turned around quickly, wielded a steel pipe and smashed his arm, twisting it wide. He could only clutch his arm and writhe on the ground in agony.

Tsukino Gen's movements did not stop. He turned slightly and swung the steel pipe in his hand.

A man who tried to sneak up from the side was hit on the head by a steel pipe and fell to the ground.

Tilt his head to the side and throw a hook.

A heavy, resounding sound, tangible to the flesh.

The simple, unadorned movement caused a burly, bald man to flip 360 degrees on the spot, landing on the ground in a cloud of dust, and immediately losing consciousness.

In just a few seconds, the ground was littered with debris.

This scene left Kawakami and Anan speechless.

Although he still had his own people, the situation seemed to be out of control, and the unexpected accident came from the boy himself?!
How can he be so good at fighting? Is this some kind of movie?!
"Go! All of you, go! Don't fucking hold back, kill him!!"

Anan was getting anxious. He didn't know why he was in such a hurry, even though only a few seconds had passed.

But a deep unease had begun to permeate their bodies—a basic human instinct for danger. Hearing Anan's urgent voice, the others didn't hesitate, as if they were already overwhelmed by the bloody scene.

The boy's ruthless actions were more like a provocation, to the point that people seemed to forget the obvious difference in their strength.

They rushed forward without regard for anything else.

They attacked him almost en masse, some even pulling out switchblades, determined to teach the boy a fatal lesson and make him pay the price, regardless of the consequences.

But at this moment, as they swarmed in and surrounded us.

The seemingly isolated and helpless boy simply took one step forward.

"boom."

The ground shook as if an earthquake had struck.

The surrounding air seemed to distort eerily for a moment.

Everyone clearly felt the discomfort, but no one knew where it came from or what was going on.

However, their movements were inevitably a moment too slow, and it was at that moment that the storm arrived with a howling wind and rain.

"what!"

"puff!!"

"Dangdang!"

It was as if the wind and clouds had swept away everything in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation, much like the aftermath of a tornado.

Anan's ferocious expression gradually turned pale, and Kawakami stared blankly at everything, forgetting to blink.

It was as if the chaotic situation was suddenly cleared up, obsessive-compulsive disorder was forcibly treated, and garbage was forcibly sorted.

Those delinquent youths, each one more ferocious than the last, were now at the boy's feet. The blood of countless people mingled on the ground, flowing and converging towards the sloping edge of the building, a horrifying sight.

What's even more chilling is that after doing all this, Tsukino Gen acted as if nothing had happened, with an expression that showed he had nothing to do with it, yet he was walking towards them.

"Who are you? No, don't come any closer! I...I'll talk to you."

Anan nervously tried to pull out his baton from his waist, but his arm was trembling too much. The fear caused by the overly simple and brutal scene made him unable to muster any courage, and the baton fell to the side as he pulled it out.

He scrambled over, using both hands and feet, to pick it up; it seemed to be the only thing he could rely on.

but.

"Clap."

He looked up and saw his handsome face, now looking like a demon, above the foot that was stepping on the baton.

He laughed again.

This time, however, he could no longer be angry; instead, he was terrified.

Who is he?

I've seen people who can fight, but I've never seen anyone fight like this! Is he even human?! Is this really not a movie?! Why am I so unlucky?!
“Please!”

"boom!"

A standard outside-of-the-foot shot.

Anan's entire body flew through the air in a beautiful arc, and the blood he spat out resembled a vibrant rainbow bridge.

The kick looked fierce, but Tsukino Gen still held back.

He strode forward, completely ignoring Kawakami, whose face was pale with fear, and then walked to Anan's side.

His spiky hairstyle made it impossible for him to grab him by the hair, so he could only lift him by the collar and carry the man, who could only beg for mercy on instinct, all the way to the edge of the sixth floor.

When the cold wind blew, Anan seemed to become a little more awake. When he saw the abyss below, he trembled all over, and his crotch immediately became wet.

Drop by drop, it fell down.

He screamed in terror under the night sky.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I really know I was wrong. Please, please let me go, please let me go!!"

Tsukino Gen's voice, though in his ears, sounded like a demon returning from hell.

frivolous yet fraught with danger.

Do you have the phone number of the person who asked you to do this?

"Yes! Of course I have it!!"

"Very good, give it to me."

Anan carefully took out his phone, opened a contact, and handed it to Tsukino Gen.

Kawakami, who had been trying to calm himself down, watched in astonishment as the boy dialed the number.

"Hey. How's things going?"

A sound came from over there.

The boy smiled and replied, "Everything went smoothly."

"very good."

He used... Anan's voice! Exactly the same!!

Kawakami's eyes had changed from astonishment to genuine fear. What was this boy going to do?
How could someone have the audacity to come alone, emerge unscathed, and even resolve the situation with such ease? And then he made that phone call? Did he intend to take that person with him?
He dared not think too deeply about it; he even doubted whether he, in his best condition, could leave this building alive.

Anan didn't care about any of that anymore. All he wanted now was to live. He didn't care about betrayal or betraying his brother anymore. Only those who walk on the edge of a cliff can understand how wonderful it is to be alive.

"Then, brother, could you please let me go?"

"of course."

Gen Tsukino readily agreed.

Anan smiled.

Then the boy let go of his hand.

"what!!"

It sounded like the screams of wronged souls from the bottom of an abyss.

With a heavy thud, it went out completely.

"Pfft..."

Kawakami, whose legs went weak, collapsed onto the ground when he saw Tsukino Gen turn around and walk towards him.

He looked up in horror at Tsukino Gen.

The boy stood in front of him, then squatted down.

"What's your name?"

Kawakami answered tremblingly, "Kawakami Shinichiro."

"Very good, I'll remember this name. We'll meet again in the future."

"What do you mean?"

Kawakami Shinichiro was taken aback. Did the other party mean they were going to let him go?
Gen Tsukino smiled. "You're a smart person; you should know how to explain this situation. I won't call the police, and you don't need to hide my presence. But regarding that person, the one who orchestrated all of this, can you find anything about them?"

Shinichiro Kawakami wasn't stupid; he could vaguely guess that the boy might be planning something more significant than he thought. However, he couldn't know for sure. But he understood that since the other party was keeping him alive to explain the situation and hadn't called the police, it meant they were explaining themselves to Bai Feng.
The intention behind that last sentence is quite clear. On the day he entered the industry, he seemed to have no idea that he would ever betray his brothers or even his elder brother.

But when such a situation actually occurred, he realized how fragile some of his convictions were.

He had no choice but to become a pawn for this boy, someone who would respond to his every call someday.

As for the outcome, he wouldn't know. All he knew was that he was powerless against such terrifying force and swift, decisive action.

“Yes, I know Anan hid some backups of his contacts with us, intending to use them for self-protection just in case, but now…”

There was a strange sadness in his eyes.

"Don't worry, he won't die, he'll just be asleep for a while. I'm very careful. You're in charge of handling things here from now on, what to say and what not to say. I think you understand."

He nodded.

"your phone."

The phone number is...

After he finished giving the call, Tsukino Gen gave him a gentle and friendly smile.

"Goodbye."

".goodbye."

After finishing all this, the boy stood up and twisted his neck.

He walked past the people on the ground with satisfaction, his smile radiant, even somewhat cruel.

"That should be enough to break through to the third level."

As he strolled under the moonlight once more, he walked out of the abandoned building that had once again become lonely and indifferent.

Blood was still dripping from the edge of the sixth floor.

Shinichiro Kawakami stood there, watching the boy's back as he walked away.