Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Finding nothing on the first floor, the two became somewhat frustrated, but still turned their attention to the second floor.

The second floor is darker than the first floor. At least on the first floor, there is still some light from the streetlights or moonlight filtering through the cracks in the doors and windows, which can barely outline the shapes of objects.

At the end of the stairs leading to the second floor, there was an even purer darkness.

The darkness was not still; it seemed to have weight, flowing slowly from the depths of the corridor.

As A-gei and Hong-dou's spirits drifted towards the stairs, the two suddenly smelled it. The sweet, rusty smell grew stronger and stronger, as if it were drifting down from the second floor.

After floating up to the second floor, there was a short, narrow corridor with two doors. One was tightly closed, with an old door panel, while the other looked wider and was probably the bedroom door. The door was ajar, and the darkness seeping through the crack was even more intense than the corridor itself.

That cloying, rusty smell originates from there.

Without hesitation, the creatures slipped through the slightly ajar door and entered the bedroom.

Inside the room, moonlight seeped in through the edges of the curtains that weren't fully drawn, outlining the room's shape.

The floor was dark wood flooring, but the color varied in shades. Large areas of it had an unnatural dark brown hue, with blurred textures, as if it had been repeatedly soaked in some viscous liquid, which eventually dried and blended into the wood itself.

The walls were the same; most of the original wallpaper had peeled off, revealing dark stains in splatter and smear patterns that stretched from the floor upwards and even reached the ceiling on the exposed gray-white wall surface.

Even the bed and closet were covered in stains.

However, just like on the first floor, there was no one to be found, and there was no trace of anyone having been here in the last few days.

The only thing that can be seen is that a horrific murder occurred here some time ago, and the victim's blood almost covered the entire room!

"Could we have been tricked?"

A-gei crossed his arms over his chest, his face slightly distorted, his eyes revealing impatience and suppressed anger.

"It doesn't look like anyone's been here recently! What, then, was that mysterious, unidentified person leading us here?"

Hongdou was even more impatient than Age.

Although they possess power surpassing that of countless psychics, this innate power does not make their minds stronger than those of normal people.

On the contrary, their minds are weaker than normal people's. Before coming here, they only thought about killing to cover their tracks, without thinking about anything else.

"Baka yarou! Where is that guy?"

A-ge frowned, more out of bewilderment than anger, because they didn't even know where to direct their anger.

"Let's just burn this house down. Since that unidentified guy brought us here, this place must be related to him."

Red Bean came up with an idea.

As for what the relationship is, who cares? If I can't kill anyone, I can at least burn down a house. Let me vent first, and we'll deal with the rest later.

Before he finished speaking, A-gei and Hongdou simultaneously felt a gaze upon them.

A cold, sticky gaze, filled with resentment and malice, fell upon them from a corner of the room.

That gaze had no physical form, yet it was heavier than any physical object.

The creature abruptly turned in the direction from which the line of sight was coming.

It's that closet!

"clatter."

A soft sound came from somewhere in the room.

It was very slight, like a small pebble falling on a wooden floor.

They hurriedly searched for the source of the sound, but found nothing. More than a dozen creatures occupied almost half of the room, and each of them could confirm that the sound was not coming from nearby.

"sand……"

Just then, a sound like something rubbing against a rough surface rang out.

This time, they discovered it was from above!

The sound was coming from the ceiling.

It wasn't just the sound; the feeling of being watched also seemed to come from above.

A sense of resentment permeated the air, casting a gaze upon us from above.

The rustling sound continued, coming from inside the ceiling, muffled and intermittent, as if something heavy was moving extremely slowly.

Or... crawling laboriously through the narrow space with their bodies.

The sound was irregular, sometimes stopping and sometimes starting, and each time it rang out, it made the air in the room even more stagnant.

A-gei and Hongdou felt the chill that had been lingering since they entered the house, and it was now gradually intensifying.

It's no longer just about smells and visual filth, but an invisible oppression.

The oppression didn't come from any specific direction; it permeated the entire bedroom, seeping from beneath the stained floor, emanating from the stained walls, and pressing down heavily from the dark, creaking recesses of the ceiling.

The air became incredibly heavy, and even the normally light and ethereal movements of living beings felt a slight stagnation.

"It's finally here!"

However, A-gei and Hongdou did not feel pressured or nervous; instead, they became excited.

Ultimately, these overly powerful beings still don't understand what fear is, and have never encountered anyone stronger than themselves.

Even if they sensed some kind of threat in the room, they wouldn't feel fear or panic—the only thing that could evoke such emotions in them was utter disgrace.

However, the situation is quite the opposite at this moment!

As long as they can kill the person who lured them here, the possibility of being disgraced will be eliminated!

As for whether the person above is the one who led me here, who cares? I'll just silence them first, even if I kill the wrong one.

In the bedroom, five or six creatures floated together toward the old Japanese-style wardrobe, slipping through the gaps in the wardrobe doors and entering the interior.

The room was empty, filled only with dust and a musty smell. She looked up at the top of the closet where it met the ceiling; it was open, so she didn't have to open it anymore.

A creature floated upwards, its upper body disappearing into the shadows at the top of the cabinet, preparing to explore the compartment.

However, just as her head peeked into the darkness of the partition, a face pressed against her almost at zero distance!

That was definitely not the face of a living person.

Swelling, bluish-white, covered with deep purple bruises and dried, black bloodstains.

Her hair was greasy and tangled together, like countless thin, black tentacles, wriggling slightly in the narrow compartment.

The skin was broken in multiple places, exposing subcutaneous tissue of an suspicious color underneath.

Its facial features were distorted and deformed, its eyeballs were cloudy and bulging, and it stared intently at the intruding creature, its gaze revealing an extremely deep malice, murderous intent and resentment.

Even Age, whose spiritual power was beyond imagination, was momentarily stunned when he looked directly into those eyes.

The next second, those thick black hairs, like living black sludge, rushed towards the creature, instantly entangling the creature that was looking up in the closet, giving it no chance to react, and dragging it into the darkness of the partition.