This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 179 - 166. Vengeful Spirit: Run! Beichuan Si is coming! (Request for monthly votes!)

Chapter 179: Chapter 166. Vengeful Spirit: Run! Beichuan Si is coming! (Request for monthly votes!)

The acrid smell of burning, the cold air, the sky shrouded in red.

Dead trees, their dry, twisted branches weakly stretching out as if someone had once hung from them.

At the foot of Beichuan Si was pale yellow, loosely clumped, dry cracked soil, and not far ahead lay the burnt remains of puppet-making workshops.

This space around him was devoid of anything, roughly one or two thousand square meters in size, and beyond that, nothing could be seen.

Everything around seemed to be obscured by the rolling cruel red sky.

"This vengeful spirit actually has such special abilities," Beichuan Si muttered, clutching a hammer and not hurrying into the puppet-making workshop; he surveyed the area to get a grasp of his surroundings.

In this wide world, nothing was strange.

The vengeful spirit hidden in this abandoned puppet factory had intelligence and had even created this space.

But Beichuan Si knew as well that the combat ability of this spirit couldn’t be particularly strong.

If its combat ability had been strong, it wouldn’t have bothered with such tricks and would have simply confronted Beichuan Si directly.

After searching the area to no avail, Beichuan Si no longer hesitated and walked towards the workshop’s large door.

Different from the blood-red sky outside, this workshop seemed to devour all light, pitch dark inside, impossible to see even one’s hand.

Beichuan Si took out his flashlight, turned it on, and began scanning the surrounding environment.

This puppet workshop was connected to another one, surrounded by machines sparkling with a crystal gloss.

On the other side of the machines, many half-assembled puppets hung.

It was as if in this workshop, people had been tirelessly working up until now.

Wait a minute... assembled puppets?

On that workbench where the puppets were assembled, polishing and grinding tools were still left.

But aside from those, there seemed to be a paper document as well.

Beichuan Si walked over and picked it up.

It was an old financial statement with unwilling bloody handprints on it.

Upon seeing the title of the statement, Beichuan Si’s eyes flickered momentarily as he murmured, "I see."

Indeed, if such a thing had happened, the Sanmu Puppet Factory would have inevitably folded even without someone setting it on fire.

Beichuan Si’s speculation was increasingly confirmed.

But he hadn’t noticed something.

Above this workbench—

On the ceiling of the entire production workshop, puppets quietly lying there seemed to have slightly moved.

First, their wrists twisted, followed by their necks shaking, and their tightly closed eyelids also seemed to lift.

Then—

An icy aura of death intertwined with a bluish flame rose, clinging to the puppets’ bodies, burning even more intensely as if they encountered gasoline.

Oddly enough, although the bluish flame was scorching, the puppet surfaces showed no burn marks.

But even so, the screams, sharp and miserable like those of children, still tore through the workshop’s deep silence.

"The combination of stagnated fire and the aura of death," Beichuan Si blinked and drew back his hand.

Stagnated fire was a flame in Shenzhu Shrine that used souls as fuel, while the aura of death would gradually erode and cling to the resentful spirits hiding in the puppets, combining for a potent effect.

"But aside from these—" Beichuan Si’s eyes hardened, and he swung his large hammer with all his might at the empty air in front of him.

"Roar!!!!"

A strange, eerie cry came from the air, and Beichuan Si felt as though he had hit something, the wooden handle of the hammer bending to its limits.

Then—

The sensation of hitting something disappeared, and beneath Beichuan Si’s eyes wrapped in the aura of death, a dark, resentful transparent figure sprinted towards another workshop.

Half of its body seemed deformed from Beichuan Si’s hammer blow, but it moved exceptionally fast.

Seemingly sensing Beichuan Si’s gaze, the contorted figure sped up and disappeared directly into the next workshop.

Beichuan Si snorted coldly, his demeanor cold as a grim executioner, and began to envelop everything around in blazing flames with stagnated fire.

For a moment, ghosts wailed and wolves howled, countless lower-level spirits stained with stagnated fire, their spiritual bodies burned away and shattered.

The large hammer in his hand mercilessly fell, smashing numerous puppet spirits that had not yet fully perished.

Towards the end, the puppet spirits began to scatter in fear upon seeing him, like mice upon seeing a cat.

"Run, run, let’s see where you can go," Beichuan Si licked his lips, his face invigorated, and a sinister cold smile seemed to curl on his expressionless face.

He had scouted the surroundings earlier because he had anticipated such events.

This space was only about one or two thousand square meters; the puppets couldn’t run far.

These spirits, having caused who knows how many deaths while hiding here, were now caught by him and were inevitably being hammered into oblivion.

Nishijou Kurenai, clinging onto Beichuan Si’s collar, also appropriately revealed a sinister cold smile.

The pair, like the most terrifying vengeful spirits, emitted a chilling bloodlust step by step towards the next workshop—

At Beichuan Si’s waist, the Shinra Bell still jingled, unclear whether it was alerting Beichuan Si to the presence of spirits around him or warning the spirits of Beichuan Si’s presence...

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After burning everything through in the previous workshop with stagnated fire, Beichuan Si moved onto the next puppet-making workshop.