This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 120 - 119. Magong Nayuki

Chapter 120: Chapter 119. Magong Nayuki

Beichuan Si had almost confirmed that one of the Soul Suppressing Twins was indeed Magong Yongshi.

After all, to leave clues for oneself across such an extensive timeline, Magong Yongshi had to be beyond ordinary.

Why Magong Tong had suddenly traveled to Tokyo nine years ago certainly involved some hidden truths.

And to understand those, one had first to go to the ’Coffin Realm’.

Beichuan Si stepped across the hole he had made, and walked to the second floor.

He had just thought about heading straight to the first floor, when from the corridor on the right, came waves of a woman’s mournful crying.

The tone echoed throughout the entire corridor, creating a strange reverberation.

Beichuan Si, who had originally been moving downstairs, halted. After pondering for a moment, Jian Ding flashed into his hand, and he walked unhurriedly towards the corridor on the right.

The corridor on the right, by all logic, should have been about the same length as the one on the left, but for some reason, the light from the flashlight, when shone that way, was completely swallowed by the darkness; nothing could be seen.

He angled the flashlight to the side, illuminating the grey-white wall.

Deep against the wall, a traditional Japanese sliding door had, at some point, silently slid open, and the crying, as well, emanated from within.

Beichuan Si instinctively covered his pupils with the aura of death while glancing at the remaining amount of spiritual energy.

There were 65 points of death energy left, enough for him to continue squandering.

With this in mind, Beichuan Si stepped forth and dashed into the room.

His plan was simple, enter, and no matter what he sees, don’t waste words and just slash with Jian Ding immediately.

Aim to catch the enemy off guard at the door.

As soon as Beichuan Si rushed into the room, he smelled a nauseating stench.

The odor, somewhat like that of human fat burning, caused him to frown deeply, but his movements didn’t stop.

The vertical beam of the flashlight swept over.

The crying was hiding behind a yellowing paper screen!

Beichuan Si didn’t say a word and kicked the screen down, Jian Ding in his hand flickering with cold light—

But what faced him was only an afterimage.

Yes.

Just a plain afterimage.

It was a woman in a white kimono.

Except the white kimono was already stained with blotches of blood.

Her scalp peeled away in chunks with the insertion of the comb, falling off as she combed through, blood flowing incessantly.

But the woman still stupidly stared at herself in the mirror.

She cried and laughed, the force with which she combed her hair was intense, the ebony comb forcefully inserted into her already fragile scalp, then yanking down harshly! As the blood splattered, it was as if the head wasn’t her own.

The afterimage of the woman in the white kimono persistently combed her hair, her back to Beichuan Si.

Beichuan Si thought he could still hear the murmurs tinged with her crying and laughing, a low curse and resentment:

"Ryo... Ryo... when will you come to see me again?"

"Ryo... didn’t you say you liked watching me comb my hair the most? This comb was also a gift from you... but why—"

An enduring love turned to hatred.

The woman’s final murmuring clearly carried resentment:

"Why won’t you come to see me!? Ryo?"

As these words fell, the afterimage shattered and dissipated.

Beichuan Si finally saw the scene around the vanity table clearly.

It was densely covered... with characters and room tatami torn by fingernails and stained with dark blood.

Not only was the tatami littered with withered yellow hair still attached to the scalp, but it was also filled with incomplete sentences of varying sizes.

"The Magong Family was empty for a day, and no one controlled me anymore—I can wait for you again, right, Liang?"

"The Magong Family has been empty for the second consecutive day... Today is another day without any disturbance, Liang, won’t you come to see me? Oh right, I lost the comb you gave me, I must find it."

The writing left a space below.

"I can’t find the comb, but why? Why won’t you come to see me? Liang! Liang! Don’t you like me anymore? I understand... It must be that bastard living between the coffins who seduced you away, right? It must have been her... Damn it, damn it, damn it! I must... I must..."

"The fourth day. I’ve eaten everything in the kitchen. I understand, I must have been abandoned by the Magong Family, right? They all left, no one’s in charge of me! Hahaha! Yes! No one can stop me now! I can be with you, Liang—"

Beichuan Si continued to flash light downward.

This time there were no records of dates, only a single repetitive question, written continuously as one.

"Why haven’t you come? Why haven’t you come? Why haven’t you come? Why haven’t you come?..."

From these sentences, it was clear that Magong Nayuki who lived here had gone completely insane.

However, the sentences left by Magong Nayuki earlier caused some confusion for Beichuan Si.

What on earth had happened to the Magong Family that they would leave Magong Nayuki, who was half-mad, alone at home?

From the above, it was apparent that Magong Nayuki had lived alone in the Magong Family house for a long time, having eaten everything in the kitchen.

Why had the entire Magong Family, even servants, gone out for so long?

Beichuan Si kept the light on and continued reading.

This time the handwriting was for some reason much clearer and neater.

But looking at this line, Beichuan Si felt a chill all over.

He continued to read.

"A visitor came to the Magong Family today."

"My dearest Liang."

"He wore strange clothes and carried a backpack, exploring the Magong house alone—was he here for me? I’m so happy."

"He looked at the words I left... I really... really want to eat him up!!!!!"

At this point, Beichuan Si felt his hair stand on end, and he suddenly turned over with a start!

Unbeknownst to him, a woman was already standing behind Beichuan Si.

It was a woman with black pus oozing from her head and a scalp almost entirely peeled off.

She wore a sinister smile on her face, her eye sockets, devoid of whites, stared intently at Beichuan Si—

Beichuan Si could feel her gaze as sharp as a knife.

"Liang..."

The female ghost let out a satisfied and malicious sigh, retreating into the darkness.

But she did not leave, Beichuan Si could distinctly sense the malicious gaze in the darkness.

Beichuan Si instinctively stepped back.

Then he paused abruptly, feeling a bone-chilling cold at his ankle!

Looking down at his feet, Beichuan Si realized that, at some point, the female ghost had emerged halfway out of the tatami, her long, distorted hand gripping his ankle fiercely!

Seeing her about to twist off his ankle, Beichuan Si snorted coldly, an aura of death wrapped around his ankle, and the Jian Ding in his hand swept across her eyes like molten silver!

Puchi—

Amidst the splashing of black liquid, the female ghost fell backward, letting out a piercing scream!