Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 116 Kayako's Trial, Death's Provocation

As the group inside the car were envisioning the wonderful night that was about to begin, little did they know that their every action and conversation was being watched by Han Chuanyou.

Han Chuan You doesn't plan to hide his whereabouts tonight.

The behavior of these American soldiers was even worse than I had imagined.

He had countless ways to make those three scoundrels die quietly, but that wasn't enough to terrify the rest of the group.

He wanted these people to conjure up images of death whenever they thought of committing evil.

His goal was to make those evildoers live in constant fear of the impending punishment of death.

But he wants them to receive the judgment they deserve first.

He followed behind the jeep, not making any rash moves.

The jeep followed far behind Shinta Kishimoto's small motorcycle.

Shinta Kishimoto was completely unaware of this. He finally parked his car in front of a detached house, pushed open the door, and went inside. The lights came on, and he could faintly hear his wife and daughter greeting him.

The jeep drove past his house, circled around, and after confirming that there were no police officers or bystanders nearby, parked again near the house.

David turned off the engine, turned around and lowered his voice: "Quiet down, everyone. Don't disturb the neighbors. If someone calls the police, tonight's fun will be ruined."

Larry flashed a set of yellow teeth, and Heimer's face was full of lewdness: "Don't worry, when it comes to infiltration, we blacks are professionals."

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The three men got out of the car furtively, pulled out daggers from their waists, and reached for the detached house with the nameplate that read "Kishimoto".

Paul was a habitual thief before joining the army, so he was already very familiar with these places. He went around to the side of the house, tried a few windows, and soon found an unlocked sliding window.

The three of them, one helping the other, pulled each other along, and slipped inside silently.

There was a study at the landing point, and you could faintly hear voices from next door.

"Shinta, the bathtub is full of water, go take a bath."

"Okay, I'm going."

good chance.

The group exchanged glances, seeing the same meaning in each other's eyes.

Just as they were preparing to wait for Kishimoto Shinta to enter the bathroom before making their move on his wife and daughter, the three of them suddenly felt that their surroundings had changed.

A chill washed over him like a tide, penetrating to his very bones. Paul couldn't help but shiver, rubbing his arms. "Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

"Shh"

David held up a finger, his gaze fixed on the half-open door.

A woman's voice could be faintly heard coming from the end of the corridor, followed by the sound of the bathroom door closing.

"I'll go see what his wife looks like first."

Larry was getting impatient. He licked his lips, gripped the dagger, and headed towards the door.

Just as he pushed open the door, the corridor lights suddenly went out. Larry paused for a moment, and before he could turn around, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

She was dressed in white, had long hair, and had her head down, so her face was not visible.

Larry grinned, brandishing a dagger, and threatened, "Madam, now that you've discovered us, you'd better not make any rash moves, or who knows what might happen to your husband and daughter."

The woman in white did not answer.

She slowly raised her head.

Her facial features are well-proportioned and she can be described as beautiful.

Larry felt a little unfamiliar with this face; it didn't seem to be this person as Shinta Kishimoto's wife.

The next second, a horrifying scene suddenly appeared: blood began to seep from the woman's eyes, and blood flowed down her cheeks, dripping onto her white dress and spreading into glaring red flowers.

Her mouth opened little by little, the corners of her mouth torn to her ears, revealing a dark, toothless, tongueless pharynx, inside which something seemed to be wriggling.

"What the fuck!"

Larry's smile froze on his face, and he let out a gasp.

What the hell is this?!

The woman in white suddenly leaned back, her joints reversed, her bones twisted, and she crawled towards them on all fours like a spider, moving at an extremely fast speed.

Larry turned to run, but his legs were completely out of his control and he couldn't move them at all. He could only watch helplessly as the woman pounced on him, grabbed his ankles with both hands, and clenched her fingers, digging them into his flesh.

"Snap!"

The bones cracked, and then his foot was broken off, followed by his entire lower leg being ripped off at the knee. Blood splattered on the wall, leaving a bright red stain.

Larry's face turned deathly pale instantly. He clutched his severed leg and rolled on the ground, screaming in agony.

David and Paul, standing behind them, were terrified by this bizarre scene.

What kind of creature is this? Did they encounter Kayako?

How could such a thing possibly exist! And wasn't it a private house they broke into?

Despite their disbelief, it was all so real before their eyes that they had no time to think and just wanted to escape this terrifying place as soon as possible.

They turned and ran toward the door, but the door was right in front of them. They ran a dozen steps, but the door seemed to get further and further away, as if something had stretched the corridor.

Filled with despair, they looked back again.

The woman was executing Larry, prying his mouth open with both hands and finally easily tearing his jaw off.

Larry's chin was ripped open along with his skin, blood splattering everywhere. He could only let out helpless screams. Because it wasn't a fatal wound, he couldn't die. He frantically pounded the ground with his hands, trying to relieve the pain in his body.

This scene nearly scared the two of them so much that they frantically tried to find a way out.

Just then, the woman released Larry and turned her gaze to them.

The lights flickered violently, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds as the woman's head flipped 180 degrees backward, hanging upside down and staring at them. She crawled backward on all fours, rapidly approaching the two at a chilling speed.

Paul finally remembered the pistol on his waist. It took him several attempts to pull it out of its holster, and he aimed it at the approaching woman, frantically pulling the trigger.

"You'd better die!!!"

Gunshots rang out continuously, and spent shell casings clattered to the ground.

An even more terrifying scene unfolded: the woman moved continuously, her body switching freely between the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, her limbs gripping the vertical walls at impossible angles, continuing to approach them.

"No—no! This isn't real!"

With his bullets exhausted, Paul fell to the ground, nearly fainting from fright. He closed his eyes, drew his dagger, and frantically swung it in front of him.

"ah!!"

He opened his eyes and found that the knife in his hand was stuck in David's thigh beside him, the blade halfway in, and blood was flowing down the handle.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

David's eyes widened, and he staggered backward, clutching his leg, crashing into the wall. The wall suddenly softened, like the cavity wall of a living thing, gradually enveloping him.

"What's going on! Help me, please help me!!"

David reached out his hand to Paul, who was in dire straits himself.

David's skin was corroded by the wall, his muscles were dissolved, revealing his white skeleton, and he let out painful screams.

Seeing this scene, and the white-clad woman crawling towards him, Paul completely broke down. He threw away the dagger, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed desperately, pleading, "Spare me! Spare me! I'll never do it again! Let us out!"

The woman in white remained silent, her blood-soaked hair hanging over his face. Finally, each strand of hair pierced Paul's body like a needle, then was pulled out and pierced again.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Paul opened his mouth in pain.

The woman's mouth opened again, and countless black, sticky tentacles emerged from deep within her throat, burrowing into his nostrils.

The ear canals and eye sockets were wriggling wildly into the brain.

Paul could clearly feel those things gnawing at his brain, like countless worms writhing inside his skull.

The excruciating physical pain, coupled with the physical fear, caused him to completely break down mentally.

His eyes bulged out, he foamed at the mouth, and his limbs convulsed violently as if he had been electrocuted. His screams grew fainter and fainter until only a hoarse sound remained in his throat.

The three soldiers rolled on the ground, convulsing, howling, their flesh mangled and half-dead.

Just as they were about to lose consciousness, the illusions before their eyes receded like the tide.

The corridor was restored to its original state; the lights were still on, the walls were white, there was no blood on the floor, no severed legs, and the terrifying woman had vanished.

There were only three men lying on the ground, covered in cold sweat and almost completely insane, and a figure that had appeared in front of them at some unknown time.

"Who—who are you?!"

The three soldiers were in a daze, still not recovered from the illusion. All the pain they had just experienced was still vivid in their minds, as if they had died once.

Hearing the commotion, Mrs. Kishimoto settled her daughter down and cautiously approached. She then saw this scene: three soldiers collapsed on the ground, with a mysterious figure wearing a Shura mask and shrouded in mist standing in front of them.

"You—you are Lord Death?"

Mrs. Kishimoto tentatively spoke.

The trending topics about death never stopped, and the person in front of her matched the one in the news perfectly; she recognized him immediately.

"It seems my reputation has spread this far." Han Chuan You nodded slightly, his voice calm and composed despite the mask.

"What, Lord Death?"

Shinta Kishimoto, with a towel wrapped around his waist, ran out of the bathroom and froze when he saw so many extra people in the house.

Then, he recognized the three figures sprawled on the ground, and his expression changed.

"Are you the people who came to discuss cooperation with me the day before yesterday?"

These people inexplicably appeared in my house early in the morning; it's obvious what they wanted to do.

Kishimoto Shinta felt a chill run down his spine, and a wave of fear washed over him. He dared not think about what would have happened tonight if Death hadn't come.

"The matter has been resolved. Sorry for bothering you."

Han Chuanyou didn't say anything more, turned to look at the three soldiers who were still trembling, and activated the Soul Control Gu.

The three of them stood up uncontrollably, and like marionettes, followed Han Chuanyou out of the house, through the courtyard gate, and into the night.

Shinta Kishimoto, supporting his wife, stood at the doorway, still somewhat bewildered, watching the figures disappear into the dark alley.

They actually saw the living Grim Reaper! How could the Grim Reaper suddenly appear in Ryukyu?

The military base on the edge of the Kume area was brightly lit even at night, with barbed wire fences erected on the high walls and searchlight beams slowly sweeping across the night sky.

There was a guard post and roadblocks at the main gate, where two fully armed American soldiers stood guard, chatting idly.

Just then, several figures appeared under the streetlights in the distance.

The searchlight swept across, and four figures emerged from the shadows, one in front and three behind.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

The Black soldier raised his rifle and aimed it at the approaching person.

The white soldier also became alert and squinted in that direction.

The searchlight's bright beam fell on the four figures, and he finally saw them clearly. The person in front was wearing a menacing red mask—

He wore a mask, his entire body shrouded in a light mist, a long sword at his waist, and every step he took carried a unique sense of oppression.

The three people behind him were dressed in military uniforms, their eyes vacant.

"Oh, shit—those are soldiers from the base!"

"Stop! Or we'll shoot!"

The Black soldier pulled back the bolt and aimed at the mysterious figure at the head, but fearing he might harm his comrades behind him, he dared not fire indiscriminately.

Han Chuanyou did not stop. He walked to a spot less than ten meters in front of the guard post and stopped. The three people behind him also stopped at the same time.

The searchlights illuminated the area as bright as day, and the night wind blew from the sea, ruffling the hem of his clothes.

"Who are you?" The black soldier asked nervously, his gun still pointed at Han Chuanyou's chest.

"Death." Hanchuan You's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear in the empty night. "You should know very well."

The Azure Spirit was drawn from its sheath, the blade flashing a silvery arc under the searchlight, so fast that its trajectory was barely visible.

Three heads flew up at the same time.

The three soldiers' bodies stiffened for a moment, blood spurting from their severed necks, drawing three dark red parabolas in the bright light, before they all fell to the ground.

The head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and came to rest on the edge of the yellow line in front of the guard post.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, spreading across the asphalt road and slowly flowing into the roadside ditch.

The two soldiers on guard duty were stunned. They watched helplessly as their three comrades were beheaded with a single blow, a clear provocation against the military base.

"This is just a warning, sayonara—"

Han Chuanyou waved his hand gracefully, and the moment the two soldiers fired their guns, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

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