Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 93 The Illusion God's Power is First Displayed, Small Group

As night falls, Death arrives on time.

Han Chuan You began his routine nighttime patrol once again.

As his consciousness began to awaken, it swept across the surrounding houses, and all sorts of images that he couldn't hear or see in his daily life flowed into his mind.

In some bedrooms, young couples were enthusiastically engaged in the great undertaking of procreation, using a variety of positions that made Han Chuanyou exclaim that she had learned something new.

Wow! There are even people who hang up there to play with, that's really exciting.

The sound of a baby crying came from behind another window, where a young mother was gently breastfeeding her child, while in the next room, a middle-aged man was nestled in front of his wife, also crying for milk.

This scene further convinced Han Chuanyou that a man remains a boy until death.

These hidden scenes, which could never have been seen before, greatly satisfied Han Chuan You's voyeuristic desires.

However, divine sense and clairvoyance are different. Rather than directly seeing the scene, it is more like perceiving the outline of their movements and the location of their sounds, rather than seeing the specific details clearly.

Even powerful cultivators wouldn't be able to break through this privacy protection mechanism. Han Chuanyou previously thought that with the existence of divine sense, everyone in the cultivation world would be completely exposed and have no privacy whatsoever. Now, it turns out that he was overthinking it.

Through his exploration, Han Chuan You eventually discovered the evil unfolding in the alley.

The daytime work was stressful, and Mizuho Nishimura had just had a few drinks with her colleagues at an izakaya before heading home.

A night breeze blew by, and thankfully she hadn't drunk much; she was just a little dizzy. As a woman living alone, she always maintained the utmost vigilance, choosing to walk on safe, monitored main roads when she returned home.

It was just the last stretch of road, not far from home, and I thought I could get home quickly by taking a shortcut, so I stepped in.

Little did she know that this spur-of-the-moment decision would lead her straight into the abyss, causing her to encounter the very thing she least wanted to happen.

As soon as I entered the alley, a fierce-looking man grabbed my arm and blocked my way.

"What—what do you want to do?"

"Of course, it's to fuck you."

The man grinned maliciously, his eyes gleaming with lewd light.

Nishimura Mizue tried to break free, but the man shoved her to the ground and dragged her into a dead end. Her stockings were torn by pebbles on the ground, revealing a large expanse of her fair thigh skin, which further aroused the lust of the thug in front of her.

"You shameless woman, you're dressed so provocatively, it's making me furious. If you know what's good for you, just take your clothes off and let me have my way, and I'll let you go."

A burly man with tattoos on his arm revealed a dagger in his pocket, threatening the woman in front of him to obey his orders, and began to unbuckle his belt.

Mizue Nishimura covered her shirt collar, her expression terrified: "You—I have a disease, please let me go, I promise I won't call the police."

The man spat: "Pah! What a coincidence, I happen to have one too. That means we're destined to meet. Enough talk, hurry up!"

These words plunged Mizue Nishimura into even deeper despair.

Just then, the man who had just unbuckled his belt suddenly stiffened and became unable to move.

In the blink of an eye, the man found himself in another world without knowing why.

The sky was a dark, scarlet red, the alleyway had become a dilapidated ruin, the walls were cracked, a sticky black liquid flowed on the ground, and the air was filled with a sweet, rotten smell.

"Where am I?! Is anyone here?"

The eerie atmosphere was suffocating. He looked around in terror and shouted, trying to mask his fear with his voice.

But the only answer he received was the sound of footsteps entering the alley.

He turned his head in surprise, only to see a twisted human figure, sick and lame, walking towards him like a zombie.

The zombie's joints were bent at impossible angles, its face was covered in unsightly flesh, and a yellowish-white liquid, resembling rotting flesh, was oozing out, almost making the man vomit.

What the hell is this?!

The man was so frightened that he stood frozen in place, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, the zombies seemed to have discovered a delicious meal. They let out inhuman roars from their broken throats, limping and twisting their bodies as they rushed toward the man.

Immediately afterwards, a second, and a third appeared at the alley entrance—

"No! No! Where am I?! I want to go back!"

As more and more monsters appeared, the man screamed hysterically and kept retreating, but there was a high wall behind him, and he had nowhere to retreat.

This—this must be a dream!! Wake up!

The first zombie lunged at him, its rotting fingernails digging into his shoulder, its stench hitting his face.

The man instinctively threw a punch, which landed on the zombie's head like a clump of wet, sticky mud. When he pulled it out, it was covered in disgusting rotting flesh and maggots.

This scene of losing one's mind further shattered the man's spirit.

The zombie's mouth gaped open in an impossible arc, revealing jagged, yellowish-black teeth. In the man's despairing gaze, it suddenly bit into his neck, tearing off a chunk of flesh.

"ah!!"

The man screamed in agony as he was tackled to the ground. Then, the arriving zombies pounced on him, biting his arms, thighs, and abdomen, tearing his flesh, pulling out his internal organs, breaking his bones, and gouging out his eyeballs.

The intense pain pierced every nerve like an electric current.

This wasn't a dream; it was actually real! The intensely real pain instantly shattered his remaining hope into pieces.

His consciousness gradually faded amidst screams and chewing sounds. Until his last moment, he didn't know why he was there or why he was going through all this.

Meanwhile, only a few seconds had passed in the outside world.

After losing consciousness, the man's body stiffened, and with a muffled thud, he fell straight to the ground, lifeless.

Mizue Nishimura was stunned. She braced herself with her hands on the ground, her body trembling as she got up, still unaware of what had happened.

Seeing that the man was not responding, she mustered up her courage and reached out to check his breath, only to find that he had stopped breathing.

This is----

"Oh no! Someone's dead!!"

Mizue Nishimura collapsed to the ground again, letting out a sigh of relief as she shakily pulled out her phone to call the police.

Han Chuanyou appeared about a hundred meters away from the crime scene, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Maintaining this small illusion was still a bit of a struggle.

The Walking Dead is great, I have to watch it, otherwise it's impossible to create such a realistic illusion.

The ability to kill without leaving a trace is truly powerful. If my mental strength continues to improve, I might even be able to make those villains start a battle royale in the illusion, which would be even more interesting.

If possible, record what happens in the illusion and make it into a movie; it's sure to be a huge hit.

The actors don't need to be paid, and their acting is realistic. It's a low-cost, high-return business model. Han Chuanyou felt that he had found a good way to make money.

Bunkyo-ku Honkomagome, Yagyu's family.

In the warm and elegantly decorated living room, Masako Yagyu removed her face mask and threw it into the trash can. Her delicate face was radiant, as if it could be broken with a touch.

She picked up the makeup mirror, her slender white hands caressing her delicate face, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself.

Time flies. A few years ago, I felt like I was in my prime. After my brother and sister-in-law passed away, I had two daughters, and my mindset changed. I feel more and more like an old mother, even though I've never even been in a relationship.

She glanced at the two women on the sofa and said lazily, "Tsurune, Anna, it's time to rest. Go to sleep."

"understood."

The two responded, stood up one after the other, said goodnight to Yagyu Masako, and went upstairs.

Anna Yagyu had just opened the door to go in when her older sister called her back.

Yagyu Tsurune said seriously, "Anna, come to my room. I want to talk to you."

"elder sister----"

Anna Yagyu looked puzzled, but still followed her sister into her room.

Anna Yagyu sat in the chair, her slender fingers twisting the hem of her pajamas, as if she knew why her sister had come to see her.

Yagyu Genon's expression softened: "Anna, tell me what's wrong. You seem troubled. If that guy hadn't told me something was off, I wouldn't have even realized it."

"elder sister----"

Anna Yagyu raised her eyes and met Genon Yagyu's earnest yet concerned gaze, and a warmth welled up in her heart.

After a moment of silence, the girl finally spoke: "Sister—why are weak people so easily bullied? Even though—Kawamoto-san is a very good person, she didn't offend anyone, yet she inexplicably became the target of other people's bullying."

Liu Shengxian's phoenix eyes instantly turned sharp.

She knew who Kawamoto was, the friend her sister had made at the beginning of the school year. Kawamoto was a shy and reserved girl, and after meeting her a few times, she could tell that she was a good girl.

She didn't interrupt her sister, but gestured for her to continue.

"At first, they just asked Kawamoto to run errands, buying bread and drinks, without paying her. Kawamoto didn't dare to refuse, so she actually went. Not only did those people not thank her, but they also said that what she bought was wrong, and threw the bread on the ground for her to pick up. I couldn't stand it, so I said a few words in defense of Kawamoto."

"Later—they seemed to be very dissatisfied with me, and some people started to deliberately distance themselves from me—"

Seeing that her sister seemed unable to suppress her anger, Anna Yagyu waved her hands repeatedly: "Actually, I'm fine, I just feel—why am I the one who did something wrong when I was helping someone?"

Yagyu Genon raised her hand and gently ruffled her sister's hair, her expression softening, and her voice unusually gentle: "This isn't your fault, I'll help you solve it."

She paused.

"Anna, you can talk to me about anything. You have me, you have your mother, and—that guy is pretty good too. We don't want to see you being bullied."

"Um—thank you, sister."

Anna Yagyu smiled sweetly, feeling much better as the pent-up emotions in her heart gradually dissipated.

"Um—sister, don't do anything foolish. They didn't actually dare to do anything to me. At worst, I'll just stop associating with them. Anyway, the shift will change in a year."

After a moment's hesitation, Yagyu Genon said, "I know."

The next day, the Kendo Club's morning practice ended.

The two sat on a bench in front of the club activity building to rest, as always.

Yagyu Tsurune unconsciously gripped the plastic bottle in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and looked at the boy beside her: "Thank you for Anna's matter. I've been a very incompetent older sister. Luckily, you noticed something was wrong in advance."

"So what's wrong with Anna?" Yu Hanchuan unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back to drink water, and glanced at Anna out of the corner of his eye.

Yagyu Genon did not hide anything and told the whole story.

As the girl continued her story, Han Chuanyou's gaze grew colder and colder.

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