This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 201 - 177. Beichuan Si: Are you alright? (4000)

Chapter 201: Chapter 177. Beichuan Si: Are you alright? (4000)

The left wall had a window, from which one could see the sprawling crimson sky outside.

Underneath this sky was an empty expanse of dirt that seemed to have no visible boundaries.

The right wall was plastered with reminder papers.

’Don’t... run and make noise... in the corridor.’

The black handwriting on the paper was either smeared by rain or the writer simply had poor literacy skills; the characters were crooked and looked somewhat unsettling from a distance.

"Let’s keep moving."

Beichuan Si took only a glance before diverting his gaze, continuing towards the corridor ahead.

Sakura Miori nodded and, while shifting her gaze away in fear, asked, "Brother Temple, where exactly are we?"

Beichuan Si, keeping his eyes on the path ahead and without turning his head, replied, "Weren’t you researching information together with Sakurai Saki?"

"Uh... Sakurai said she wanted to maintain a sense of mystery, and aside from what needed to be done for the ritual, she didn’t tell us anything else."

Sakura Miori’s mouth twitched a bit.

"If I’m not mistaken, this place should be a spiritual realm," Beichuan Si said, holding his phone and suddenly looking back into the pitch-black corridor behind them.

There was nothing but emptiness behind them.

"Spiritual realm?"

Beichuan Si turned his gaze back and continued, "Spiritual realm is a term I came across in some ancient texts."

According to some records from Shenzhu Village, Sanmu Doll Abandoned Factory can be called a spiritual realm, and this Yuchuan Elementary School can be called a spiritual realm as well.

"The so-called spiritual realm, according to the ancient texts, is probably an area that exists between life and death, the place closest to Yellow Springs."

"And this place, you can consider it the spiritual realm of Yuchuan Elementary School, and the ceremony you performed is the key to entering this realm... You saw the female corpse just now, didn’t you? That was someone who had performed the same ritual as you but couldn’t leave after entering this place, only to be killed by the vengeful spirits within Yuchuan Elementary School."

Gulp—

Sakura Miori swallowed nervously.

Beichuan Si hadn’t mentioned it before, but once he did, she felt scared.

The female corpse they had seen had been chopped into two living halves, and it seemed that the person did not die instantly but had crawled painfully forward for a distance before succumbing to death.

If she had to die in such a painful way, Sakura Miori thought she might as well...

Fortunately, Beichuan Si had arrived in time and had even healed her leg; otherwise, her fate would not have been any better.

Sakura Miori forcefully suppressed the terror in her heart and couldn’t help but ask again, "What happens to those who die?"

"Such resentful deaths would definitely turn into vengeful spirits. The lingering resentment feeds the spiritual realm over time, continuously nourishing it, making it stronger and stronger," Beichuan Si said calmly.

After saying this, Beichuan Si felt as if he had unraveled a puzzle in his own heart.

There must be some people in this world with strange powers; otherwise, if these numerous spiritual realms existed, they would have already plunged the world into chaos.

Sakura Miori wanted to ask more, but before she could speak, she saw Beichuan Si suddenly twist his body, with a silver light twinkling in his palm—

Crack!

Entwined by a fearful resentment, a paper cutter was deflected by Beichuan Si, who then turned his flickering gaze to the little girl who had appeared behind him with a naively cruel smile on her face.

The little girl had a mushroom haircut, was wearing a brown sweater on top, and a short skirt on the bottom.

Both her eye sockets were empty, and there was a circular hole gouged out by a knife at the knee of her right leg, appearing hollow.

This little girl’s body was tattered and broken, but her face, if one only looked at it, was quite cute.

The vengeful spirit of the little girl, seeing her sneak attack fail, showed a hideous expression on her pale face and leaped toward Beichuan Si’s head.

It seemed she wanted to twist off Beichuan Si’s neck—

"Brother Temple!" Sakura Miori screamed in horror.

Then... the little girl’s vengeful spirit was grabbed by the head by Beichuan Si, who naturally had the advantage of long arms—

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Beichuan Si, holding the girl’s head, lifted her tiny body and slammed it against the ground and walls in a brutal fashion.

The expressionless and undisturbed look on his face made Sakura Miori stop in her tracks, halting her scream of terror.

Sakura Miori watched in complex emotions as Beichuan Si treated her like a rag doll, a cruel action that left her speechless.

There wasn’t much to say; as soon as the little girl jumped, she was caught, then smashed, instantly finished.

After nine smashes, the vengeful spirit’s body was in pieces.

The scene was all too familiar to Sakura Miori.

Beichuan Si scanned his surroundings and, after staying alert for some time, confirmed that the enemy had indeed left, thus dropping his guard.

The spirits of these children were very tenacious. Plus, Beichuan Si needed to conserve his death energy, so he didn’t use Jian Ding excessively.

He glanced at his death energy bar.

Tearing open space once required 40 points of death energy, twice was 80 points.

Plus, he didn’t bring the Shinra Bell and had to reserve some death energy to survey his surroundings.

"Let’s keep moving."

After uttering those words, Beichuan Si continued forward without turning back.

They could now see the end of the corridor ahead.

It was a wooden door that had been broken, seemingly destroyed by those who had once fought to survive here.

Looking at the scattered bloody footprints on the ground and the thick bloodstains on the door frame, Beichuan Si could imagine the dire situation the others had faced.

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