Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

Stinky desire.

This hungry guy, who had been eating in annual increments, was eagerly awaiting his appearance.

Longing for...

Have a full meal.

"That's right, me too."

"I have the same idea."

Sakurai said this, just like the leader of this strange story...

He also wants to try it, the supernatural being that exists here...

The existence of a big hand.

What does it taste like?

68. The Enemy is God

The pale imperial coins fell due to gravity, and when the breeze blew past, they seemed like white ghost hands shaking constantly.

Sakurai slowly raised his head and looked at the imperial coins swaying in the wind. He pursed his lips slightly, raised his left hand and casually grabbed a string of imperial coins above his head. He crushed them easily with his fingertips and threw them behind him casually.

Pale scraps of paper flew in all directions, swaying into the darkness.

Sakurai clearly felt that the already strong malice became more and more obvious, and more and more...

Unabashedly.

In the dark, it was breathing in and out black air in large gulps, its eyes fixed on Sakurai, greedily wandering around her body.

waiting...

An opportunity to swallow him whole.

With a sigh, Sakurai took a step forward, ignoring the ubiquitous gazes, and stepped into the deep darkness.

The ancestral hall is not too big, but it seems like an infinitely extending maze with no end.

He couldn't remember how many times he turned.

Sakurai walked on the creaking wooden planks, lowering his eyes slightly.

Is it true that direct and violent demolition is faster?

Sakurai, who had completely grown fed up with the noisy sound of the wooden boards, was surrounded by an inexplicable low pressure.

next moment--

Sakurai, who had made up his mind, widened his eyes and kicked the verdant white wall, once, again, and again.

The wall, which had long been in disrepair, was shaking constantly.

Finally, after a strong kick, the entire wall staggered and collapsed under the weight.

The whole world behind it was revealed to Sakurai.

The shortest distance between two points is a line segment.

With the idea of ​​demolishing all the load-bearing structures of the ancestral hall as the worst possible outcome, Sakurai chose to manually build a straight road instead of the endless detours.

Taking a step forward and crossing the shattered wall on the ground, Sakurai finally felt that his depressed mood was slightly relieved.

Move forward straight ahead, and when you encounter an obstacle and there is no way to go, you can move the obstacle ahead to another location for free.

It doesn't matter whether the ancestral hall was originally like this or whether it was the trick of the mastermind behind the scenes.

He didn't care at all.

Solve it with physical means.

All obstacles must kneel down before him.

It’s finally here…

After a little effort, Sakurai finally reached the core of the ancestral hall.

Holding the dagger in his backhand, Sakurai smiled as he felt the eye-catching gaze so close to him.

really...

The shortest distance between two points is a line segment.

An ancestral hall is generally divided into several parts: the square in front of the gate, the stage, the main gate, the wall, the patio, the hall for offering sacrifices, the hall for worship and auxiliary rooms.

The most important place is naturally the one used to worship ancestors and offer sacrifices, that is, where the ancestral tablets are stored.

That is the altar in the center of an ancestral hall.

After walking in a straight line all the way, Sakurai came here.

Bending my knees to remove the last obstacle, a pungent smell that made my stomach cramp and make me feel nauseous rushed into my nose.

This is the smell that is produced when a corpse is exposed to the air for a long time and ferments under the corrosion of microorganisms.

The source of the smell was a row of girls in shrine maiden costumes, kneeling on the ground, smiling happily and silently.

Their bodies had already completely decayed, and the yellowed shrine maidens' costumes were draped over their already skeletonized bodies.

Their hair and nails have all fallen off over the years, leaving only the white bones and empty eye sockets, silently announcing to the world the tragedy that should not have happened to them.

Even the ones that are least decayed are at least twenty years old.

These are all underage girls who were bewitched by the guy in the stone statue and sacrificed their lives.

With longing for their deceased family members in their hearts, they took the bus that spans two worlds to come here.

He lost his life with a smile on his face while dreaming of reuniting with his family.

Before they died, they were grateful to the gods for fulfilling their wishes.

Now, they no longer have the beautiful looks they had when they were alive. All that remains are rotting flesh, white bones, and the pungent smell that has been preserved to this day under the dust of time.

They were bewitched and lost their lives, which should have had infinite possibilities.

A faint crying sound rang in my ears, which was the last trace of the girls left in this world.

They are confused, puzzled, and don't understand...

Why do they encounter such a thing.

In front of the devoutly kneeling girls, the altar where the ancestral tablets should have been placed was now occupied by a stone statue with an unclear face.

The malicious gaze came from the stone statue.

The person who controls this village behind the scenes is inside this stone statue.

"You have taken over the nest of a magpie, and you have also bewitched a young girl to become your sacrifice."

"You're quite good at playing."

Looking at the blurry stone statue and ignoring the pungent smell in the air, Sakurai whispered these words.

"A [wild god] who can't get sacrifices and takes away the incense of other people's ancestors."

His words were so confident that the moment he saw the stone statue, Sakurai had already confirmed this matter.

The guy in front of me is the God of Wilderness.

The Aragami is not part of the orthodox system of the Fuso Amaterasu system, but is a primitive religious belief similar to witchcraft and shamanism.

It is an existence abandoned by human beings with the changes of the times.

The resentful whispers in his ears became even deeper after Sakurai revealed his identity.

With its mouth drooling and its eyes bloodshot, it fixed its gaze on Sakurai and refused to look away.

"Frustrated and furious?"

"Or do you find it unacceptable that you, who consider yourself a god, are challenged by a mortal like me?"

"I can understand that. I'm not surprised at what happens to guys like you."

Sakurai tilted his head, and was surprisingly patient with his goal right in front of him.

He looked quietly at the blurred stone statue and uttered a series of words.

He was not worried at all about the fact that he might be attacked at the next moment.

He didn't care at all that his words would put him at a disadvantage.

[The villain dies because he talks too much], this possibility does not exist at all for him.

"If that's the case, why don't you move?"

"I'm standing in front of you. I've come here with the intention of tearing you into pieces."

"Why..."

"You're not moving?"

Sakurai took a step forward and looked at the person in front of him with a sharp look.

"Still, are you the kind of strong man who can kill me with your eyes?"

"But I have nothing to do now."

The dagger slipped out from his sleeve and landed in his palm. Sakurai tilted his head slightly and questioned the stone statue again.

69. The Girl's Modesty

Time passed minute by minute, and Sakurai still didn't get a response from the other party.

There was not even a tentative attack.

"is it?"

"It's just as I thought."