This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 199 - 176. Doubts (8000 words achieved!)

Chapter 199: Chapter 176. Doubts (8000 words achieved!)

Beichuan Si had just steadied himself when an axe came chopping straight at his head.

At the same time, a woman’s voice suddenly rang out:

"Be careful!"

Beichuan Si simply raised his hand, and Jian Ding flashed a cold light!

Crack!

The axe blade, thick with grudges, was split open by Beichuan Si’s dagger.

It was then that Beichuan Si saw the ghost child coming out of the ceiling.

The child’s lower jaw was torn open, revealing a half-illusory trachea, and his young face was filled with ruthless murderous intent.

But Beichuan Si didn’t care about that. As he deflected the axe blade, he clutched the child’s neck with his other hand and, expressionless, pulled the ghost child down from the ceiling, repeatedly smashing it with force against the wooden floor.

Thump!

Thump!

Crack!

The wooden floor was smashed open with a big hole, but Beichuan Si was relentless. He pulled his hand from the broken hole and swung the child at a different spot.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Like pounding a sack, he struck again and again, ruthlessly.

On the ninth blow, Beichuan Si also ignited the dormant flame.

With a roar, blue fire surged, the ghost child let out a pitiful scream, and its Spiritual Body shattered into nothingness.

However, Beichuan Si felt it; the child wasn’t destroyed that easily but had merely left for the moment.

Surely the blows he delivered had been significant.

Without any change in expression, he withdrew his hand from the broken wooden floor and turned to look at the person who had just warned him.

It was a girl, a long-haired girl, looking at him with utter shock on her face.

And in front of this long-haired girl, a doll projected a pale, golden light shield.

It was Nishijou Kurenai.

Sakura Miori was both surprised and frightened by the sight of the youth who had suddenly appeared.

She had been resting against the wall when the ghost child, dragging the axe, came through the wall and up to her.

Its terrifying form made her scream.

But her terrified cry only triggered the sadism in the male child ghost, who wore a ferocious smile as the blood-stained axe chopped towards her leg!

In that critical moment, a small doll suddenly charged from a corner and stood in front of her.

A pale golden breeze swirled, forming a shield-like barrier, blocking the axe.

That shield, sturdy as any defense, withstood several vicious chops.

Two minutes after that, this short-haired youth abruptly appeared inside the classroom, and with a lift of his hand, he shattered the ghost child.

Even so... Sakura Miori couldn’t easily trust anyone who appeared in this school building.

Moreover, Beichuan Si’s arrival was too sudden; could he also be non-human?

As Sakura Miori pondered this, she saw the youth flip his wrist and the once black dagger vanished in his palm.

At the same time, the youth gestured to her...

No, he was gesturing to the little doll by her side.

Sakura Miori watched as the doll that had protected her shakily stood up and rushed towards him, then jumped up to his collar and rubbed against the youth’s face.

Dark energy flickered in Beichuan Si’s eyes as he looked the other over and then said, "You know Hui Li, don’t you?"

Hui Li?

Sakura Miori blinked, then hope surged in her heart, "You know Hui Li too?"

"I’m her brother, she’s my sister," Beichuan Si replied while taking out his phone and glancing around.

Beichuan Hui Li’s brother?

Sakura Miori, ignoring her pain, exclaimed in surprise:

"Are you the ’Brother Temple’ that Hui Li always talks about?!"

Sakura Miori knew that Hui Li had been almost obsessed recently.

In the past, when they played on the streets and saw a handsome guy, they would all chatter away, but Hui Li would puff out her chest and say, "That guy isn’t as handsome as my Brother Temple!"

"My Brother Temple is really amazing."

"Brother Temple, he—"

"Brother Temple..."

To the point that after seeing a handsome young man, they would tease her by asking, "How does this handsome guy compare to your Brother Temple?"

At first, Hui Li would earnestly respond, analyzing where that guy fell short compared to Beichuan Si.

But as the joke wore on, Hui Li caught on that her close friends were teasing her, and she would just humph, muttering quietly, ’That’s because you haven’t seen my Brother Temple.’

To their amusement, Sakura Miori and Takigawa Nanako were also curious.

Hui Li had never mentioned her brother before, so why the sudden change over the month, talking about him all the time like some kind of brother complex.

"Does Hui Li talk about me often?"

Beichuan Si asked, his expression unchanging as he walked over to her, looking at her twisted leg.

Then he noticed the pile of rotten, foul-smelling wooden beams in the back of the abandoned classroom and figured it out.

Sakura Miori must have been unfortunate to fall into this space, landing in that pile of decaying beams.

"Yes, she talks about you a lot."

Sakura Miori watched Beichuan Si’s actions, her eyes flickering but she remained silent, just obediently answering.

"What’s your name?" Beichuan Si furrowed his brow as he looked at her leg.

"Sakura—Miori ah!!!"

Just as Sakura Miori was about to answer Beichuan Si, he suddenly placed his hand on her injured leg.

With a crack, Sakura Miori instinctively closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and tears streamed down her face with the pain.