Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

"What news?"

“Another victim has become a blood letter.” Hayasaka Ai turned her phone over, revealing an internal report from the Shinomiya family on the screen. “But this person’s situation is special. His name is Kenichi Yamada, he is 25 years old, and he works at an IT company in Shibuya. Malicious messages about him have appeared on the anonymous board, and he has been hunted down by blood letters since yesterday.”

Zhang Yang took the phone and quickly scanned it.

Hayasaka Ai continued, "He couldn't take the pressure, so at 3 a.m. this morning he went to the tracks at Shinjuku Station, intending to commit suicide by lying on the tracks. But before he jumped, he suddenly disappeared. Surveillance footage showed him disappearing on the tracks, and at the same time, another person appeared in his place."

"Another person?"

"The person who posted the malicious comments. His online name is 'Anonymous,' and his real name is Mikami Shota. He is 23 years old and unemployed. He didn't post any comments about Yamada, but his other comments have received over a thousand views." Hayasaka Ai paused. "After Yamada disappeared on the tracks, Mikami Shota appeared on the tracks and was hit by a train. He died on the spot."

"Afterwards, the forensic doctor examined Kenichi Yamada's residence." Ai Hayasaka scrolled through the screen, "and found that he died in his bedroom, with all the blood in his body gone, not a single drop left. No wounds were found on his body."

Zhang Yang stared at the report, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly spoke: "Bring over everyone's information."

Hayasaka Ai nodded and turned to walk towards the printer.

Before long, a stack of printed papers was spread out on the coffee table.

Zhang Yang sat on the sofa, his finger tracing each page of the report.

Hayasaka Ai stood beside him, occasionally adding a few words.

Zian Yan and Longzhu Tao also came over, and the four of them sat around the coffee table.

Hayasaka Ai swiped the screen and brought up the data: "The police have crawled all the data from the anonymous board's message records. The marking method is also very clear: if a message is viewed by more than a certain number of people, the target will be marked."

"The blood-written messages that appear after the target dies on the anonymous forum will mark anyone who sees them."

"Now, when the police find someone dead, they will first use a water gun to wash away the bloody writing in the room before going in."

Dragon Ball Momo interjected, "When Yamada committed suicide, the ghost story didn't kill him, but it forcibly swapped his position with the person who posted the message. In other words, once a marked target attempts suicide, the ghost story will take action."

"The scenes where the Blood Letter Ghost Story appears are limited to enclosed spaces with walls. Yamada was swapped on the railway tracks and died in his own bedroom, which happened to be in the middle of the room," Hayasaka Ai continued.

Dragon Ball Peach leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and went through all the information in her mind.

Marking rules, killing rules, substitution rules, confined space restrictions.

Everything is connected.

Zian Yan raised her head, her eyes hardening: "This makes things easier."

Zhang Yang grabbed her wrist.

Dragon Ball Momo and Hayasaka Ai looked at the two of them. They were both intelligent and naturally knew what Koyasu Tsubame was going to do.

The biggest problem with ghost stories is that they can't be found.

Ghost stories are still about ghosts, but they are spirits that have forms that cannot be seen by humans, yet they do have forms.

Therefore, as long as Zhang Yang finds the ghost, he can easily kill it.

Currently, it seems most likely that the Bloodstained Tales will appear when the target commits suicide, thus moving the target away, allowing Zhang Yang to pursue and kill them.

However, that's not necessarily true; who knows how ghost stories actually work?

Zian Yan lowered her head, looked at his fingers, and said softly, "Ayang, this is the only way I can think of."

"It's not about playing the hero, it's about the victims."

"I am indeed safe under your protection, but others are not so lucky."

"So I'm sorry, Ayang."

“I won’t let you die.” Zhang Yang released her hand, his gaze falling on her face. “I will resolve this before you truly die.”

Dragon Ball Momo's tone was somewhat unpleasant: "You're as naive as ever, but don't actually die."

Zian Yan turned around and smiled at her: "Don't worry, Peach, Ayang is here."

……

The terrace of Zhang Yang's residence.

The wind was strong, making Zian Yan's skirt flutter and a few strands of hair from her bun fall down, swaying gently in the wind.

Hayasaka Ai stood at the entrance, leaning against the iron fence, holding her phone in her hand: "Are you sure you want to jump?"

Zian Yan nodded.

“Okay.” Hayasaka Ai sent Zhang Yang a message, “He’s ready.”

Zian Yan walked to the edge of the rooftop, put her hands on the railing, and looked down.

The people on the ground are as small as ants.

Zhang Yang stood by the flower bed, looking up at her. Long Zhutao stood beside him, her hands in her coat pockets, her expression somewhat tense.

Nagasaki Motoyo walked out of the apartment building, heading to Tsuki no Mori for school.

"Hmm, what's going on here?"

She happened to see Zhang Yang and Long Zhutao standing together, both looking up at the same time. Curious, she also looked up and followed their gaze.

Some things are a little far away and not very clear...

I squinted slightly; it seemed there was someone standing by the terrace.

Pink hair...

Nagasaki Motoyo paused for a moment. Although the mention of pink hair inexplicably reminded her of a vain woman, this one was clearly not it.

Isn't that the girl who moved into Zhang Yang's house the day before yesterday?

What are you doing standing in such a dangerous place?

Zian Yan took a deep breath, gripped the railing, and propped herself up.

The moment your feet leave the edge of the rooftop, your center of gravity shifts forward, and your whole body leans forward.

come down.

The sound of the wind filled my ears.

Her skirt fluttered, her hair spread out, and the sky and buildings in her field of vision rapidly alternated and flipped.

The ground is rapidly approaching.

Zhang Yang's eyes were fixed on the falling figure. He had already activated his eye-refining technique to its fullest extent, and a crimson-gold light flashed deep within his pupils.

He loosely clenched his right fist, ready to act the instant the substitution occurred.

Even without a replacement, Zian Yan could still be saved.

Just as Tsubame was about three stories above the ground.

Her figure suddenly disappeared.

call out!

At the same time, a figure appeared at the spot where Zian Yan had originally fallen.

Wearing the school uniform of Shuchiin Academy, her eyes were wide open, filled with terror, and her mouth was agape, but she hadn't yet managed to utter a sound.

This person looks somewhat familiar...

It seems to be Zian Yan's best friend, whose name is "Sarina".

She appeared in mid-air, her body already out of balance, falling downwards under the pull of gravity, her hands flailing wildly in the air as if grasping at some non-existent lifeline.

Zhang Yang took a step forward, reached out, grabbed Sarina's wrist, and pulled her sideways away from the falling trajectory, dissipating the force of her fall.

Sarina fell heavily onto the grass beside the flower bed, rolled twice, and let out a muffled groan.

She is still alive.

He was so frightened that he was trembling all over, his lips were shaking, and he couldn't say a word.

Zhang Yang didn't even glance at her. He drew an arc in the air with his left hand, and gently rubbed his index finger and thumb together, revealing a small hole in front of him.

"—The one destined to take me to that faraway place is here—"

The cave was pitch black and no bigger than a coin.

Zhang Yang stepped into it and disappeared.

Motoyo Nagasaki stood a few steps away and witnessed the whole thing.

From Tsubame Koyasu jumping off the building, to Sarina suddenly appearing in mid-air, to Zhang Yang shaking people off and then disappearing into thin air.

Her schoolbag slipped off her shoulder and hit the ground with a dull thud.

Nagasaki Motoyo blinked, then blinked again.

"……what?"

Am I dreaming?

Why would I encounter something so surreal?

Nagasaki Motoyo pinched her cheek...

it hurts.

……

Shuchiin, vacant classrooms.

The sound of air tearing apart exploded in the confined space.

The small hole expanded in mid-air, and Zhang Yang stepped out from it, landing on the dusty wooden floor.

The classroom was old, with desks piled up in the corner, curtains half-drawn, and the light dim.

Zian Yan stood in the center of the classroom, trembling all over, her face pale, as if she had just been pulled out of ice water.

The moment she saw Zhang Yang, her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

Zhang Yang's gaze passed over her and landed on the wall at the back of the classroom.

Blood-red characters seeped from the wall surface, dark red, twisted, densely packed, one layer covering another.

The outline of a human, dark red all over, looked like muscle tissue exposed after the skin had been peeled off. (Spirit)

It had no facial features, only a mouth, a mouth that stretched all the way to its ears. (Small)

Thick liquid dripped continuously from the blood-soaked figure's body, hissing and corroding as it hit the floor. Its mouth opened and closed, uttering indistinct, hoarse whispers.

The true story of the Scarlet Ghost Tale. (Group)

"We've finally found it!"

Zhang Yang stepped forward, shielding Zi An Yan behind him.

puff!

The blood-man's body suddenly swelled, the blood-red characters on its surface writhing wildly, and the power of the curse surged like a tide, trying to invade Zhang Yang's body. But as soon as the curse touched his skin, it evaporated instantly, like water droplets falling on a red-hot iron plate.

Rule-based attacks are ineffective.

Realizing this, the Blood Man immediately changed his strategy, transforming his right hand into a long blade made of congealed blood, its edge gleaming with a dark red, cold light.

The blood-red blade swept across with incredible speed.

Zhang Yang did not dodge; he raised his right hand and threw a punch.

boom!

The blood-red blade swept across, its sharp, piercing sound cutting through the air.

Zhang Yang didn't even look, his fist stance remained unchanged.

boom!

The Blood Blade was shattered into pieces and turned into dust.

The blood-soaked man's right arm exploded from his fingertips all the way to his shoulder, and the entire arm disappeared.

Its body was swept away by the force of the punch, sliding backward several feet before slamming hard against the wall.

impossible!

The blood-soaked man's mind raced wildly, devouring hundreds of lives, accumulating decades of resentment, and gathering an immeasurable amount of curse power.

But in the face of this one punch, all that accumulated resentment, all that curse, was utterly insignificant.

This is crushing.