Tokyo: I was tricked into marrying a yandere ghost

"Bang times——"

In the dimly lit operating room, a few candles glowing with green phosphorescence suddenly flickered eerily.

If someone observes their flames closely, they will find that, even without wind, their flames strangely droop towards the mirror, as if something unseen is gently sucking at the flames.

With the success of the psychic game, it was as if a pair of eyes had appeared in the air, and even a faint bluish mist rose in the room.

Eri Motokawa and the other person only took a small breath before feeling somewhat dizzy and disoriented.

Even Tomie Kawakami almost fell victim to it; she managed to stay conscious only by desperately pinching her thumb and forefinger together.

"Bloody Mary..."

Cold sweat trickled down Kiyokawa's forehead as he inwardly complained about why he had to communicate in English.

However, the psychic summoning game had clearly been successful. He didn't dare to delay and quickly continued to speak his wish in English in a low voice: "I hope... you can help me solve the unknown danger in the haunted house, the sorcerer who trapped me here."

Tell her the reward: there will be another spirit communication game tonight, and I'll treat her to a free blood drink...

"In return, I will hold another ceremony tonight at midnight to express my gratitude; the reward is my blood."

Kiyokawa Kiri's temples were throbbing, and he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

But reminded by Omi, he dared not be careless. In fact, to prevent Miss Bloody Mary from refusing to contribute, he gritted his teeth and offered ten times more blood than he was currently paying as payment.

Since I'm not going to die anyway, I might as well give it a shot!

"Hehehe—"

The result was even more successful than expected, and a terrifying figure dressed in a blood-red pomegranate skirt appeared in the mirror.

Her face seemed to have been forcibly erased by some indescribable force, making it impossible to see her true appearance. Even her smile was eerily unsettling, giving one goosebumps. She seemed quite satisfied with the reward that Kiyokawa Mist had mentioned.

The next moment, a clicking sound suddenly came from the mirror.

Kiyokawa's expression changed slightly as he watched the small bronze mirror crack at a visible speed.

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Meanwhile, the Thai people next door, who were intently preparing to perform a black magic ritual, also took out their corresponding props.

The things he prepared were actually very simple: a few bundles of weeds of indistinguishable material, which would be used to weave black magic, and two stone statues of Kuman Thong, just in case.

These stone statues all come from Thai folklore and legends, representing an extremely bizarre belief in infant spirits.

—And this method of making Kuman Thong is also very contrary to human nature.

Normally, infant spirits cannot be this small, but Thais have come up with the idea of ​​drying and dehydrating the body to make it smaller and drier until a new spirit is fully born. This way, they can obtain an infant spirit that can talk and jump around, which is the so-called Kuman Thong.

What the Thais wanted to do was quite simple: first, to use the illusion to trap Kiyokawa and the others.

He then used black magic to make these people feel unwell—because there wasn't enough medium, he could only make Kiyokawa and the others feel dizzy, but that was enough, since the one who was really going to do it was the Kumanthong.

But just as the Thai people were preparing to fully awaken the spirit of the Kumanthong, an extremely eerie sound came from the doorway.

"Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da..."

The sound was extremely penetrating, like high heels stomping heavily on the ground.

The Thai man paused for a moment, looking at the closed door with some suspicion.

As the footsteps drew closer, his expression grew increasingly serious—there were no women wearing high heels in the haunted house; anyone with a brain would know who would enter a haunted house wearing high heels.

Then there's only one possibility: the person standing outside isn't human...

"No wonder he could kill those people with cardiac arrest; they were colleagues, weren't they?"

The Thai man's face darkened as he pulled down the amulet hanging around his neck. These amulets had been blessed through special means, and changing one's luck was just one of their most basic functions. Holding the amulet and activating it with spiritual power could temporarily make one immune to the harm caused by ghost stories.

Kiyokawa Kiri is just a young man; even if he knows about the paranormal, it's probably only a superficial understanding.

He didn't believe the other party's skill in this area could surpass his own, unless that guy was insane and was willing to sacrifice his life to some terrifying ghost... How could a normal person do that? He was just using illusions to trap them.

Unfortunately, the Thais encountered a man today who didn't value his own life at all.

The price that Kiyokawa Kiri offered was something he could never have imagined.

"Da...da..."

This time, the sound of high heels disappeared before they even reached the door.

The Thai man stood in the room, his face so tense he barely dared to breathe.

However, as time passed, he didn't see any other unusual movements coming from the doorway, and his heart finally began to relax.

"Young man, do you think you can outdo others just because you know a little bit?" The Thai man's lips twitched, revealing a rather disdainful expression.

Knowing the usefulness of psychic abilities is one thing, but the key lies in what price one is willing to pay.

He was willing to sacrifice his own flesh and blood in order to make those Kuman Thong.

In this respect, what does Kiyokawa Kirito have to compare with himself?

The Thai man chuckled coldly, put the amulet away, and then prepared to release the Kumanthong.

But as soon as he turned around, he froze on the spot. He saw a "crackling" sound in front of him. Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw a woman wearing a red pomegranate skirt whose face was obscured. She was pulling a child's arm and putting it into her mouth.

The crunching sound came from her chewing motion.

"you......"

The Thai man's pupils contracted sharply, and he was about to cry out in alarm, but in the next second, Miss Bloody Mary raised a cruel and terrifying smile.

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"Click, click, click—"

The cracks on the small bronze mirror continued to expand, but the murky surface reflected the scene of another room.

Kiyokawa Kiri watched as Bloody Mary devoured the several Kumanthong dolls and the sorcerer—the other party seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it, as if it were some kind of crispy fried snack, which made Kiyokawa Kiri's scalp tingle.

Judging from the situation, it seems I don't need to hold any more psychic games.

Miss Bloody Mary is even more bizarre than I imagined...

Kiyokawa Kiri even felt that what was summoned this time was not on the same level as the Crossroads Witch last time. Miss Bloody Mary was clearly more than one level stronger. Even he couldn't see how she appeared in that house. She seemed to have the ability to ignore the rules of space.

This is just as bizarre as the fully-formed Kayako Kawamata and Sadako Yamamura.

The price I paid myself seemed more attractive than I had imagined...