The Strange Cat from Fuuto

My mind is slowly reflecting on and revising my plans.

By taking advantage of the moment when the little ghost is on the verge of death, splitting its soul in two and taking away its original body, the current situation will undergo a dramatic change in the future.

His little devil was completely corrupted by the "evil of this world," turning into a cold-blooded, ruthless, and unscrupulous person, both physically and mentally.

Most importantly, the original body of the ghost child is in his hands, and it will come in handy in the future.

For now, let him roam freely, and then gradually send him out to handle matters.

After finishing up with the Ghost Child's business, Miku began to work on the eerie existences in urban legends. Having successfully created the Slit-Mouthed Woman, Miku also had an idea in mind.

The reason why urban legends persist is because of the negative emotions that people inadvertently reveal when passing them on by word of mouth. Whether it is fear, doubt or disgust, all kinds of emotions become their nourishment.

Now, due to the repeated appearances of the Slit-Mouthed Woman, her legend has begun to circulate widely in the city.

Miku also plans to slowly begin creating a new urban legend, but he needs a little bit of material.

There's no rush with these materials; we can take our time.

Sooner or later, Miku will turn this place into a ghost town.

And what happens next...?

Naturally, one should simply stay quietly in the kotatsu and enjoy leisure time.

Iggy was idly pressing the remote control, the TV on the wall kept changing channels, and finally settled on the animal world, where Iggy watched "Spring is Coming" with great interest.

Not long after, the program ended, and Iggy changed the channel again. Miku, who had been lazily lying on the ground, suddenly twitched his ears: "Stop!"

Iggy removed his claws from the remote control, and Miku spoke again: "Change the channel back to what it was before."

"Humph!"

Iggy snorted and switched channels again, but Miku quickly called for a stop again.

A soft female voice is giving a presentation on television in a pure radio-style tone.

"A spearhead was recently unearthed in an ancient tomb. It is said that it may be a remnant of the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear used by Zhao Zilong, a famous general in the Three Kingdoms period."

On the television screen, a broken spearhead appeared, its silver tip gleaming and covered with deep blood grooves. Even after a thousand years, the residual killing intent on it could still be felt.

"I know what to do!"

A glint of light flashed in Miku's eyes as he turned up his lips. His figure vanished suddenly, and when he reappeared, half of a gleaming spearhead was coiled around his tail.

"Got it!"

In contrast, the gun head that was just displayed in the live television program has disappeared.

"This is truly impressive. Even after thousands of years, this murderous aura still sends chills down your spine!"

Examining the broken gun barrel in his hand, Miku ignored the commotion on the television. Instead, he thoughtfully remarked, "Since Hero Eye Souls require Hero Relics and Resonators, doesn't that mean I can create artificial Eye Souls?"

Thinking of the original work, where collecting fifteen Eye Souls allows one to make a wish upon the Eye of the Great, Miku stuck out his tongue and licked his lips: "I wonder what the Eye of the Great tastes like, what it's like when it's burning?"

As the thought arose, Miku found it increasingly difficult to control his thoughts. When a being with both ability and time sets its sights on something, it is absolutely a disaster.

Have you not seen how a certain poor vampire, for the sake of a small royal family's ancestral amulet, squatted by the city wall for over a hundred years, outliving the entire royal family before finally satisfying himself by robbing the tomb and taking the amulet?

It can only be said that those who have the ability, time, and leisure are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"In that case, it's decided!"

Touching the broken gun barrel on the carpet, Miku began to ponder which one to start with.

"So the first question is, where should we begin?"

As the cat stroked its chin, it heard a faint call in its ear; upon closer listening, it turned out to be the prayer of the corrupted ghost child.

"My God, your mission is complete!"

"You finished so quickly! That's incredibly efficient!"

Miku, having ripped open a spatial rift, took a stack of magazines and videotapes from the corrupted kid's hands. After seeing his things taken away, the kid waited a few seconds before choosing a direction and walking away.

This is the direction leading to the Great Sky Temple. Although the corrupted Ghost Child has changed in body and mind, he instinctively wants to see his father.

Meanwhile, in the cramped living room, Miku's eyes gleamed as he looked at the pile of things in front of him. "Which one should I start with?"

"hey-hey...."

"You might as well be the first one, Miss Sadako!"

Chapter Four: The Ghost Child Who Got Beaten Up at the Grave, and Miss Sadako's Videotape! (Revised)

Tokyo.

Dulutang City.

Hitomigaoka 5-chome Sanban No. 10

Daekong Temple, cemetery.

Before the tombstone of the former abbot, Ryu Tenkuji, a young man dressed in black knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together.

The young man closed his eyes tightly, wanting to pray to the spirits before him, but in the end, he had nothing to say.

The young man, who had been kneeling for a long time, raised his head, revealing an indifferent face. He was none other than the corrupted ghost child created by Miku.

"Father..."

The black-haired boy with his eyelids lowered stood up and turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and looked up at the direction of the Great Sky Temple.

"You're here too!"

After saying this, the black-haired boy disappeared into thin air. A few minutes later, the air rippled, and a red-haired young man in a floral shirt appeared in front of Sky Temple Dragon's tombstone.

"Father, I've come to see you!"

Bai Guizi, who had just put down the bucket of water and towel he was carrying, was stunned. His father's tombstone was spotless and still had some water stains on it, which clearly indicated that someone had just wiped it.

Has anyone come to pay their respects?

A smile appeared on Bai Guizai's face, but his mood immediately plummeted as he thought about his own situation.

"Father, what should I do?"

The white-haired boy kneeling in front of the tombstone looked completely bewildered, like a lost child who couldn't find his way home.

"This happened so suddenly, I'm so unlucky, and I even made Akari and Onari worry about me!"

"The thought that I'll disappear if I don't find fifteen Hero Eyes within ninety-nine days really terrifies me!"

"I don't know what to do. You taught me to burn my life force, but now I have absolutely no idea how to do it!"

Two lines of tears streamed down the face of the white-haired boy who was clutching his hair, while behind him, the black-haired boy stood with his arms crossed over his chest, a hint of disdain on his face.

"Useless trash!"

"Who?!"

Startled, Bai Guizi turned around and asked, "Who's here?"

"Get out here right now!"

"It's unbearable to watch!"

While in stealth mode, the black man revealed the Dark Ghost Driver at his waist. He casually took out his own Soul Eye, opened the driver, and pressed a button.

"Eye!"

He casually tossed the black eye spirit into the driver, then turned it off with a backhand. "Bacchiri Mina!"

A deep, hoarse voice echoed through the void as a cloaked ghost emerged from the drive.

"Transform!"

With a casual push and pull on the handle, the black-haired boy allowed the cloaked ghost to possess him.

“Kaigan!

Ore!

Let's go!

consciousness!

Gho-Gho-Gho-Ghost!

GO! GO! GO! GO!

The black ghost, whose pale stripes glowed, shook his arms and donned a cloak. His mask gleamed, revealing a hideous ghost face, and the single horn protruding from his forehead was also exceptionally ferocious and sinister.

The transformed Black Ghost Boy appeared out of thin air without warning, staring coldly at the White Ghost Boy.

"Who are you?!"

White Ghost Boy was shocked by Black Ghost Boy's sudden appearance. White Ghost Boy remained silent, without even taking off his hood, and simply kept his head down.

At the same time, the fairy Edith appeared not far away, exclaiming in shock and disbelief, "How could there be another Ghost?"

"tread!"

Without considering whether his other self had transformed, the black-clad boy stepped forward, cracking the stone slab under his foot, and reached out with his five fingers to grab the white-clad boy.

"laugh!"

The white-haired boy, who was trying to dodge in a panic, was a step too slow and ended up with five deep claw marks on his chest.

"Who are you, and why are you attacking me!?"

The white-haired boy, bent over, looked at the black-haired boy with a fearful expression. The black-haired boy, who had not uttered a word, stretched out his hand, and the gun and military knife flew out of the driver and landed in his hand.

"Crack!"

The black guy easily split the military knife in two and joined the hilts together to form a double-edged naginata.

"Oh!"

A cloud of smoke exploded in front of the white ghost boy, and You Liuxian, with his big eyes and yellow body, said with exasperation, "Don't ask who he is, hurry up and transform, Zun!"

"This guy clearly has ill intentions!"

"I see!"