This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 182 - 167: Stitched Wraith_2

Chapter 182: Chapter 167: Stitched Wraith_2

Beichuan Si lifted his head to look at this "person."

The reason he had to lift his head was that the mound of flesh in front of him was simply too tall.

The mound of flesh in front had three heads, two female and one male.

The two female heads had shrunken skin, like long-dehydrated human skin covers—it seemed they were the wife and daughter of the factory owner.

The male head in the middle was the vengeful spirit of the factory owner Beichuan Si had just seen.

Each head bore a pained expression, their overly bulky bodies stitched together from various corpse parts.

Thighs made of human faces, arms made of human thighs, key joints connected with doll-like spherical joints.

"...so they are a family after all," Beichuan Si squinted his eyes.

If the previous lone spirit of the factory owner was nothing much, this mound of flesh with his wife and daughter reached the level of a low-level vengeful spirit.

"Failed... failed... failed..." murmured the factory owner in the middle, eventually letting out a piercing scream as he rumbled towards Beichuan Si.

Hmm!

Beichuan Si’s feet shuffled as he grasped the Jian Ding, not dodging but charging directly at the opponent.

Just right, he also wanted to see how he would fare against a low-level vengeful spirit now.

Bang!!!!

The spirit’s fist, the size of a beetle car, smashed towards Beichuan Si’s head.

Beichuan Si’s movements intertwined underfoot, Jian Ding held horizontally to dodge this hammering blow while simultaneously pulling up a streak of blood light, slicing upwards along the extended arm!

Black liquid splattered everywhere!

But just as Beichuan Si was about to continue slicing the entire arm in half, several white doll arms reached out from the cut, tightly grasping his wrist.

There were doll parts hidden within the body!?

Beichuan Si’s gaze flashed as his deathly aura and stationary fire fiercely burst forth, incinerating and shattering the doll arms.

At the same time, he loosened his grip, the line of death-energy pulling the Jian Ding, tearing the opponent’s flesh, and flipped to dodge the giant leg stepping down.

Beichuan Si could even see the human faces stitched onto the giant leg, twisting like living beings.

Beichuan Si grabbed into the facial skin with one hand, his feet pushed off, and he agilely flipped onto the factory owner’s head, his hand flexing as the death-energy rapidly pulled the Jian Ding into his grip.

He first rolled across the wide back to avoid the reaching hand, Jian Ding sweeping laterally along the daughter’s head nearest to him.

However, due to the narrow edge of the Jian Ding, the cut did not sever the head completely, leaving about one-third of the shrunken head still attached by the skin, a vengeful expression appearing on the dry face.

To this, Beichuan Si simply ducked down and kicked the head away, his left arm wrapped in an eerie blue-black aura, plunging into the opening in the neck.

A disgusting, slippery sensation twisted around him, but Beichuan Si, undeterred, manifested the stationary fire in his left arm.

Boom!!!

A huge gap burst out fierce ghostly blue flames.

The vengeful spirit let out a tremendous wail!

"How many spiritual bodies have been stitched into this thing..."

The Beichuan Si who had rolled down from the body also secretly felt shocked.

The stationary fire burned according to the strength of the spiritual bodies, meaning the stronger the spiritual body, the more intensely the stationary fire would burn them.

The flames of the stationary fire on the stitched spirit’s body leapt up, the entire body as if pierced by a large hole, ghostly blue flames erupting from various orifices.

No wonder.

From the year 1997 to the present 2019, this stitched spirit had definitely killed more than just Nakamura Ken.

Among those, many more victims had been lured to the Sanmu Puppet Factory, their bodies harvested, leaving behind only limp skins.

"I’m here to help you."

Beichuan Si quietly muttered to himself as he drew out the Jian Ding.

Undoubtedly, the most efficient way to let these spirits rest was to destroy them along with their spiritual bodies.

To forever free them from pain.

That’s what Beichuan Si thought and intended to do.

The stitched spirit, now chaotic from the burning of the stationary fire, attacked wildly.

This made Beichuan Si step forward without a moment’s hesitation, his death energy pulling the dagger, bursting forth with tremendous power from his waist!

His sevenfold human strength was undoubtedly displayed.

In the air, only two flashes of blade light flickered.

Behind Beichuan Si, the movements of the vengeful spirit rushing forward gradually ceased, two heads cleanly severed, black liquid spraying out at that moment.

Even so, the stitched vengeful spirit still had not died.

The stationary fire continued to burn the rotting, gigantic body, issuing painful wails from the victim’s spirits within.

Only when these victims’ spirits, suppressed underneath the stitched vengeful spirit, completely dissipated, would the stitched vengeful spirit thoroughly vanish.

Beichuan Si let out a breath, his mood fluctuating.

This was a medium-to-low level vengeful spirit.

Yet, he had managed to resolve it without any unexpected dangers.

Thinking back to the medium-to-low level vengeful spirit he had encountered at Xucha High School, Beichuan Si still had to fight with injuries to barely overcome it.

Now facing this medium-to-low level vengeful spirit, aside from feeling a slight drain, Beichuan Si didn’t feel anything else.

Beichuan Si glanced sideways at the factory owner’s spiritual head on the ground.

He was still muttering resentfully:

"Failed, why? Failed, why? Failed, why?..."

Initially, he believed the Doll Technique, which he experimented on himself and his family, was successful.

This also led to the creation of the stitched vengeful spirit.

Perhaps, it was due to some special methods in his research that allowed him, now a vengeful spirit, to develop intelligence?

Unwilling to accept his failure, Director Sanmu, who had become a vengeful spirit, fabricated numerous ghost stories to attract curious and energetic young people to come explore.

After killing them, he experimented further, finally sealing their hate-filled spiritual bodies into the stitched vengeful spirit.

Regardless, Beichuan Si did not think his actions were justified.

Facing the financial crisis, the downfall of Sanmu Puppet Factory was an established fact, and he, unable to accept this reality, naturally became a castaway of that era.

But—

Whether it was for the purpose of saving the declining factory or for the idea of making his wife and daughter live a happier life, neither was a reason for him to harm others as a vengeful spirit.

Beichuan Si dragged the hammer towards the factory owner’s spiritual head.

He looked at the other party’s resentful and unwilling expression and deeply inhaled—

The hammer came down.

Crack!!!

...

As the stitched vengeful spirit completely dissipated, the space hidden by the victims’ resentment could no longer sustain itself and collapsed.

Beichuan Si tore through the concealed path with dead energy, slowly walking out from the workshop.

Soul fires rose.

The crystalline soul fires, like fireflies, floated around Beichuan Si.

Regarding this, Beichuan Si simply tossed the broken wooden handle of the hammer to the side and looked up.

The eerie and secretive glow, soul fires one by one, were lifted and disappeared into the distance.

This splendid scene never grew tiresome, no matter how many times one watched.

System alert: ’Stitched Martyr Vengeful Spirit’ has been recovered, reward skill points: 5.

System alert: Your skill ’Baji Fist’ proficiency has increased.

System alert: Your Kendou strength has slightly increased.

Baji Fist’s proficiency increased?

Beichuan Si subconsciously opened the data chart.

The total amount of dead energy had increased from 162 points to 172 points.

The Baji Fist’s proficiency level elevated from intermediate to advanced.

As for the other stuff, there were no changes, still the same as usual.

A medium-to-low level vengeful spirit equated to a 10-point increase in total dead energy.

The black bloodstains on the Kendou Blade also partially slid off.

All in all, the yield from this time was undeniably substantial.

However...

"This should be the back of the Sanmu Puppet Factory, right? Was the fire started here back then?"

Beichuan Si looked around and then—

saw a ghastly pale face.