This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 330 - 241. Why Are You Not Dead Yet? (4000 words)

Chapter 330: Chapter 241. Why Are You Not Dead Yet? (4000 words)

Seeing the horrifying spectacle before her, Shen Gu Mirai’s eyes narrowed, her heart pounding rapidly, as she took two steps backward.

The ghost child fixed his gaze on her, its empty eye sockets seemingly able to see, as the corners of its mouth turned upwards, oozing black liquid that pattered down.

No!

Beichuan Huili was still hiding under the prayer desk, she had to at least survive.

Shen Gu Mirai shifted her footing, drawing the ghost child’s attention as she called out, "Hui Li! Stay right there! Don’t move or make any noise! I’ll be okay."

After saying this, Shen Gu Mirai burst out of the prayer hall with the ghost child leaping towards her.

She stepped on the soaking wet, dark red carpet, bringing up a series of squelching footstep sounds.

Exiting the prayer hall was a long corridor stretching to the right.

Shen Gu Mirai occasionally looked back in fear, her clear eyes full of terror.

Was this what Mr. Temple had been facing all along?

The child ghost seemed to completely ignore the concept of gravity, constantly scratching at the walls with its hands and feet, and even Shen Gu Mirai, who always prided herself on her good eyesight, could only see a faint dark shadow.

The sound of something cutting through the air came from behind her, and Shen Gu Mirai simply dove to the ground, covering her head, as a bloodstained knife flew just over her.

But this wasn’t enough, Shen Gu Mirai gathered her strength and rolled to the right, as the ghost child’s sharp, black nails viciously pierced the ground where she had just lain.

The ghost let out a strange ’wooo waaahhh’ cry.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Shen Gu Mirai turned over and stood up, grabbing a broken long chair she had already spotted on the ground.

She raised her hands, and with determination, threw the chair down at the ghost child’s head.

Perhaps because its nails had dug in too deep, the small ghost temporarily couldn’t pull free and was solidly hit by Shen Gu Mirai’s strike.

With a heavy thud, the long chair shattered.

Looking at the broken pieces of the chair littered all around, Shen Gu Mirai felt that she must have smashed the ghost’s head.

But she couldn’t let her guard down, so without any hesitation, she grabbed a piece of broken wood and fiercely smashed it down on the ghost’s head.

The plank shattered into sticks, and Shen Gu Mirai simply grabbed a stick, continuing to smash it down relentlessly.

But—

The terrifying scream of the ghost continued.

Shen Gu Mirai’s heart raced as she instinctively took two steps back.

It hurt so much—

Perhaps it was the excessive secretion of adrenaline earlier that had made her not feel anything.

But now she noticed.

It seemed she had fallen too hastily, grazing her knee on something sharp, ripping her pants, exposing a pale skin with a gruesome, long wound from which blood mixed with black water and wood shavings seeped out.

It hurt so badly...

The sensation of her flesh tearing and an indescribable pain and itching sensation made Shen Gu Mirai’s face turn much paler.

She barely managed to lift her feet, trying to quickly get away from the ghost.

But as if the blood had stirred the ghost’s ferocity, the eviscerated ghost boy on the ground began to drool black saliva from the corner of his mouth.

With the sound of bones cracking, the boy ghost sprang back to his feet, lunging at Shen Gu Mirai.

Thud!!!

Shen Gu Mirai reacted quickly, grasping the broken wood stick in her hands and flinging it backward.

Crack.

The wood stick splintered.

Shen Gu Mirai tossed aside the less than five centimeters of wood stick left in her hand, enduring excruciating pain as she forced herself to run.

Mr. Temple...

Her other hand clutched tight to the Mouchi Stone bracelet, feeling its cooling sensation, which somehow inspired her with resolve.

But no matter how much strength she summoned, her leg was indeed injured.

Moreover, because of improper exertion, her wrist was also slightly sprained.

The pursuing ghost was catching up from behind.

Its speed had not diminished at all, and the terrifying smile on its face grew more and more horrific...

Shen Gu Mirai tightened her expression, her body shaking, as she mustered all her strength and cried out:

"Beichuan Si!!!"

At this moment, she still managed to stay calm.

If Beichuan Si had entered the mansion, her loud voice would surely be heard by him.

If Beichuan Si wasn’t in the mansion, then her last cry would attract other ghosts, which could ensure Beichuan Huili’s safety.

Snap—

Shen Gu Mirai was tackled to the ground by the boy ghost wielding a knife covered in black bloodstains.

In these final moments, Beichuan Si still hadn’t arrived.

Shen Gu Mirai was starting to despair.

She lay on the ground, her originally charming and cute face smeared with dirty water.

Shen Gu Mirai could only watch the knife aimed at her eyes.

Being stabbed in the eye by this knife would pierce deep into the socket, shredding the brain... a swift death...

In the mere seconds, Shen Gu Mirai envisioned the entire process, and in this moment of life and death, the only thing she could do was lift her right hand to protect herself.

"Mr. Temple..." Shen Gu Mirai murmured softly.

On her right wrist, the Mouchi Stone bracelet still radiated its multicolored halo.

Looking closely, it seemed to contain a world, intoxicatingly beautiful.

What would Mr. Temple think upon finding her body?

Would he think that she had abandoned Hui Li and fled alone?

Would Mr. Temple show a different expression?

Mr. Temple... Mr. Temple...

There was a flare of light.