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Demon? Evil spirit?

But you have to admit, the strange deaths in Tokyo North City really have some ghost story elements.

However, the strange stories we heard in the past only involved the deaths of one or two people, or at most seventeen or eighteen people.

But in Tokyo's northern city, tens of millions of people died in one incident!

The picture flows.

People saw not only these two protagonists, but also many unknown characters.

Either a priest, an onmyoji, a monk, or a shrine maiden.

Most of the people were not young, but that handsome young man stood out.

Moreover, he is a lone wolf.

Even Grandma Jingu met several "old acquaintances".

Even though the old acquaintance has no reputation in the clergy circle.

Among them, a kind old lady was greeting the shrine grandmother.

"Long time no see, Jingu-chan, you're still the same, always with a sullen face. It would be nice if you could smile once in a while."

"Humph! Still smiling at this hour? I don't have the same generosity as you!"

"Eh? What's wrong with that? We haven't seen each other for so many years, it's a rare opportunity to get together. It's a pity, I don't know how many old friends will be left this time..."

Her tone was quite relaxed, and there was a hint of a resolute attitude of being ready to die heroically, which made this unruly old lady instantly look taller.

This attitude of disregarding life and death made even Grandma Jingu speechless.

"... Let's follow the old rules. When I die, please help me take care of little Zhiqin. When you die, I will help you raise your grandson."

"Hehe! Little Zhiqin still needs me to take care of him? He's already over 30, right? Well, it seems he's useless, not as capable as my good grandson."

"Cut the nonsense!"

He glared at his old friend fiercely, and looked with dissatisfaction at the middle-aged priests who had just rushed over behind his old friend, with a very "bad" attitude.

"Useless people, don't come here and try to get yourself killed! Go home! My old bones are still strong enough, I don't need a bunch of young people like you to join in the fun!"

With just one sentence, several people were blushing and feeling very embarrassed.

However, the kind old lady next to Grandma Jingu did not speak up for them, but waved her hand instead.

"Go back, you don't stand a chance with this old stubborn guy here~"

Faced with the two elderly people's persuasion to retreat, several people looked at each other. Some were thankful, while others felt ashamed.

But they all showed great respect to the two old men, and even bowed respectfully before leaving.

After a few people were away from each other, the voices of the two old men could be heard from afar.

"Really, Jingu-chan, can't you be more frank? If you're worried about those young people, why not just speak honestly~"

"Stop talking!"

"Hehe~ It wouldn't be bad if we died together this time, and walked the Yellow Spring Road with Jingu-chan~"

"Hmph! Stop saying such discouraging things here!"

"Ah~~ Look! Jingu-chan! I saw Tenko-chan!"

The voice gradually faded away, and all that could be seen was those hunched backs walking firmly on the road ahead.

The figure who was willing to sacrifice his life, and the mentality of rushing to the place despite knowing it was dangerous, made many emotional people start to have tears in their eyes.

Including Miss Kotoko.

Miss Kotoko was silent for a while, her thin chest was rising and falling, and her eyes were filled with admiration.

It turns out that there are so many masters and so many genuine goods hidden in places unknown to me...

The old man is really kind-hearted...

However, a certain kind of worry and self-blame followed.

Qingzhou...

With her fists clenched, Ms. Kotoko suddenly realized that she had underestimated the disaster in Tokyo, and thus put her designated husband in danger.

That lone wolf figure, without help, without any so-called old friends...

Looking at the message on her phone, Ms. Kotoko remained silent.

"...Don't worry."

Scratching her hair, Miss Kotoko made up her mind.

As a god, I can't let Qingzhou steal the show all by himself...

Calling out to many little monsters, Miss Kotoko smiled and was lifted high up by the wild skeleton to hide her figure.

"set off!"

The picture continues.

Soon, all kinds of accidents happened to those groups of people who seemed to be in a tragic situation.

Some people died in car accidents on the road, some were pierced by steel needles that came from nowhere, some were on planes that exploded, and some were instantly burned to death while passing by electric poles.

It was as if the god of death had come. All kinds of accidental deaths occurred frequently, which made everyone feel terrified.

It was as if something, some existence, was preventing them from rushing to Tokyo North City!

Especially that handsome young man, the subway he was riding in was so outrageous that it was cut off by a vehicle that hit him from the sky!

However, the young man was incredibly agile. With a speed and strength far beyond human limits, he dodged the impact of the vehicle, smashed open the sealed compartment, picked up a motorcycle from the side of the road, and continued on his way.

"What the hell is this!?"

"That's impossible! Half of the elderly people died before they even got there!"

"Fifty-seven people died! What the hell was stopping them!?"

"No, it can't really be..."

The devil!

Kyoto, Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine. At the recommendation of Kanna Hashimoto, Ms. Ayase also came into contact with the observer video on lMixi.

However, the tragic journey to Tokyo and the Jingu grandmother's sacrifice of her life made Miss Ayase feel heartbroken for a moment.

This grandma from the shrine was a good person, but she secretly criticized someone in her heart just because he lectured her.

Miss Ayase fell silent, feeling guilty.

But Kanna Hashimoto was very excited.

She looked at the young man in the picture with great excitement.

so hot……

Moreover, he seems to be an extraordinary person...

On the other side, Aso Taro felt a chill in his heart. Those absurd remarks actually...

"it is true……"

At this moment, Taro Aso's eyes were red and he grabbed his hair, feeling that the materialistic ideas he had held for so many years were gradually collapsing.

The "truth" hidden in that world was truly hard for him to accept.

If demons and monsters really exist, if onmyojis and priests really exist, he, the deputy prime minister, a true high-ranking official, cannot possibly not know about it!

Chapter 203: Secrets Revealed Step by Step

Taro Aso stared at the screen with his red eyes, as if he had thought of something, and turned his head to look at the expressionless priest.

"…What do you know?"

The tone, which was half-belief and half-doubt, and began to reveal a certain fear and a certain importance, made the priest's silent heart suddenly jump.

Those cloudy eyes gradually became clear.

An old face began to show a smile that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"You know us, Mr. Prime Minister. We are just a bunch of useless people who are not worthy of the name."

Useless?

Taro Aso frowned, and in a moment, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and he suddenly looked towards the direction of the Imperial Palace.

"The eldest prince, Suga Yoshihide..."

My heartbeat suddenly started to accelerate.

Is it a fallacy?

Want to go back?

When he thought about the death of tens of millions of people, the entire bureaucratic system would definitely be buried with it. Even if there was still a part left, he, the deputy prime minister, would definitely not be able to escape.

I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well take a gamble!

Taro Aso gave the order directly.

"Stop the car! Turn around!"

When those red eyes looked over, the priest's heart began to beat wildly with anxiety.

It seems like I accidentally overdid it.

Instantly, my scalp exploded...

But Taro Aso softened his attitude, seemingly feeling that it was inappropriate, and ordered his servants to ask the royal family to change to a few more comfortable vehicles.

This made the emperor a little confused.

That blue face, which was obviously malnourished, was filled with worry.

This can't be the "last meal"...

With a bitter face, he was about to go to Taro Aso to beg for mercy. As mascots, they were professionals, and he didn't believe that the bureaucrats would be willing to give up such a big piece of fat meat.

As a result, he was stopped by several guards.

Looking at the guard's unquestionable expression, the emperor's hands were shaking.

Oh no, I'm afraid I'm going to be the last emperor...

After giving the instructions, Taro Aso continued watching the video.

This time, he focused on Grandma Jingu.

He had also heard of this person.

And others just...

"I've never heard of him. He's obviously from the clergy circle, but I don't know him."

In order to prevent the "revenge" from being too severe, the host began to explain carefully.

Taro Aso had no doubts. After all, even if the relevant departments were notified to investigate, they could only find out about the obvious Jingu Granny, and no one else would know anything.

"Jingu Akiko, ninety-eight years old..."

Having said this, the host paused obviously, as if he felt sincere envy for this national treasure-level old man.

Even at such an old age, he can still walk like a dragon and a tiger, which shows that he has profound skills.

Now, the priest no longer doubts the existence of extraordinary people.

Or rather, unwilling to doubt their existence.

With a fiery look in his eyes, the priest really wanted to have an in-depth exchange with the venerable old lady, Grandma Jingu.

Well, the Xiao Zhiqin mentioned by Grandma Jingu is also fine.