Tokyo: I was tricked into marrying a yandere ghost

Kawamoto no longer knew where he had gone. The man with the braid suspected that he had fled to avoid punishment. Although he didn't know how the other party had offended Wakato, the team leader's order was for him to find a way to bring him back.

If we can't find Kawamata Itsuki, we can take his wife and children back with us.

Thinking of this, the man with the braid gradually darkened his face. He took a few steps back and gave a look to the crowd around him. The crowd immediately understood and surrounded him with unfriendly expressions.

Upon noticing this scene, Kayako Kawamata's pupils contracted sharply.

Panic and unease swirled in her heart, pushing her, who was already gloomy, timid, and insecure, to the brink of despair.

However, just as she was about to lose her composure, Kiyokawa suddenly gritted his teeth and pinned her against the wall behind him.

There were five people in total, including the guy with the braid...

Ignore her; these people will only die faster if they make a move.

The voice of Omi suddenly echoed in my mind.

She and Kiyokawa Kiri have a symbiotic relationship now; if something happens to Kiyokawa Kiri, she won't fare much better.

However, Kayako is different.

It was almost a certainty that Kayako Kawamata would become a ghost story. Logically speaking, Kiyokawa Kiri didn't need to meddle in this matter at all, and Kayako Kawamata could easily kill these people.

But how could Omi Kin, a figure of ghost stories, possibly understand the key to this?

"Are you kidding me? She's still a living, breathing person..."

Kiyokawa Mist cursed inwardly.

He knew, of course, that Kayako Kawamata would become a terrifying female ghost after her death, but she was still alive.

If Kayako Kawamata were now the "Ju-on," he would definitely turn around and run away without saying a word, but she is just a fourteen-year-old girl!

Because they fear the other person might become a vengeful ghost after death, they have no choice but to stand by and watch.

Kiyokawa Kiri didn't think that much about it. He felt that he might be a short-sighted person. At least for now, the child hiding behind him was still a breathing, warm child. He couldn't possibly hand him over to this group of Yakuza.

Still so stupid...

Omi could only sigh softly.

She knew that Kiyokawa Kiri wouldn't listen to her, after all, people and ghost stories are fundamentally different.

Humans can have compassion, but ghost stories don't.

In Omi's view, Kayako Kawamata only needs to die to instantly solve all these problems.

"Let's do it!"

Just as he was still arguing fiercely with Omi in his mind, the man with the braid finally lost his patience.

He roared fiercely, and the four men around him immediately rushed forward.

Kiyokawa's pupils suddenly contracted, and instinct drove him to bend down and hug the fastest person, trying to push the other person to the other side.

But this group of Yakuza had been hanging out on the streets for years and had a wealth of fighting experience—as soon as Kiyokawa Kiri grabbed the other man's waist, he was kicked several times, causing him and the other man to stumble and fall to the other side.

"Onii-san!"

Kayako Kawamata immediately burst into tears, desperately trying to push the others away.

But the man with the braid suddenly stepped forward and forcibly grabbed her wrist.

"Beat this arrogant bastard half to death, then I'll take my men down first."

He impatiently tossed out a remark and then attempted to forcibly drag Kayako Kawamata away.

Seeing this, Kiyokawa Kiri became somewhat anxious.

He suddenly grabbed one person's wrist, pulled him forcefully towards himself, and then headbutted him, causing the other person's nose to bleed profusely. He then immediately rushed towards the man with the braid.

But before they could stop the other party, several of his underlings reacted quickly and pulled Kiyokawa Mist back.

One of the more muscular men grinned maliciously and, without saying a word, punched Kiyokawa Mist squarely in the eye socket.

"Thump—"

The door of the Kawamata family's house was rattling loudly from the fierce fighting, but the residents downstairs seemed not to hear the argument at all.

Kiyokawa was pinned against the door by two people. He tried to kick them away, but the other person held him tightly, while his fists rained down on him like a storm, each punch more ferocious than the last.

In just a few blows, his left eye socket was split open, and blood kept flowing down the wound.

The intense dizziness made him almost unsteady on his feet, but he could hear the extremely solemn voice of Omi Chika in his mind. He tried to understand what the other person was saying, but soon another punch came, making him stagger a few steps again, and his head uncontrollably turned to the other side.

"You asked for this, kid..."

The burly man gripped Qingchuan Wu's sleeve tightly, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

However, as another punch landed, the feedback gradually became somewhat strange.

The burly man thought that the blood had soaked his palms, preventing him from clenching his fist and exerting force. So he gritted his teeth and gradually increased his strength. He swung his fist and let out a strange cry, delivering a solid punch to the other man's face once again.

But this time, Kiyokawa Kiri caught it squarely on her face.

"Thump—"

The door behind him began to creak and groan under the weight. Kiyokawa Mist, his eyes bloodshot and his gaze icy, forcefully pushed the other man's fist away with his face. The burly man who saw this was stunned.

"You should have told me this sooner..."

Kiyokawa Mist spat out a few words through gritted teeth, his face gradually contorting.

He didn't know if it was because that useless guy, Omi Kin, had finally come in handy, or if he had simply been hit too many times and his adrenaline was starting to take over his body. In any case, he felt that the burly man's fists in front of him were as light as raindrops.

Ruozhong, who was holding down his right hand, was the first to realize the problem. He suddenly shouted the strong man's name with a look of terror on his face.

However, before the strong man could react, Kiyokawa Kiri struggled to break free from his restraints.

"Baka Yalu!"

Ruozhuang was immediately shocked and tried to use his body to pin down Kiyokawa Mist, who was trying to resist.

But Kiyokawa Kiri, whose facial muscles were almost contorted, simply shoved him hard.

The next moment, a crisp, cracking sound of bones breaking rang out!

The man's eyes bulged out, and he looked down in disbelief, only to see a hand pressed against his already collapsed chest. He staggered back a few steps uncontrollably, fell to his knees, and coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

Those around were immediately stunned by what they saw, and even the instigator, Kiyokawa Kiri, was somewhat bewildered.

He was quite certain that he had only pushed the other person forcefully, but he didn't realize that he seemed to have accidentally broken all of the other person's ribs...

[Idiot, you can't stay like this for long. Take care of the others first.]

At the critical moment, it was Omi's impending outburst of anger that pulled him back to reality.