This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 355 - 253. Summer... Not Far Away (4000 words)_2

Chapter 355: Chapter 253. Summer... Not Far Away (4000 words)_2

Nishijou Kurenai leaped anxiously to the ground, looking at Beichuan Si, whose face had turned pale for the first time, and bouncing around in a frenzy.

The muscles in Beichuan Si’s arms were like wax, constantly oozing blood and a dark liquid, with a foul stench permeating the air.

"Don’t worry," Beichuan Si wanted to gesture, but his hands were in no condition to do so.

Thankfully, there were still more than forty points of death energy remaining, and healing his arms shouldn’t be a big problem.

Thinking this, Beichuan Si attached the death energy to his arms and then activated the death energy healing skill.

Strands of black resentment rose from his riddled arms.

While healing his arms, Beichuan Si glanced at Beiyeliang’s Spiritual Body that lay on the ground, burning fiercely.

It had to be said that Beiyeliang’s Spiritual Body was very resistant to burning.

If ordinary people’s Spiritual Bodies were like matches, then Beiyeliang’s Spiritual Body was like a small bonfire, incomparable to the former.

After all, Beiyeliang was adept at curses, and his Spiritual Body after death must have devoured some other Spiritual Bodies through some means.

"To nourish one’s own Spiritual Body with blood..."

Beichuan Si glanced at the fiercely burning Spiritual Body of Beiyeliang and continued to heal his arms.

Strange.

"As the most begrudging spirit of Rain Hall Beiyeliang is now dead, why has the spiritual realm not collapsed?"

The answer...

Beichuan Si withdrew his gaze and looked towards the door behind him.

That was where Beiyeliang had been conducting the resurrection ritual.

Perhaps the reason that Rain Hall’s spiritual realm had managed to persist until now was within this place.

Beichuan Si unhesitatingly kicked the door open with his foot and then stopped.

His eyes reflected an unspeakably horrific scene.

A forest hung from the ceiling above—

It was a dark forest made of twisted black iron hooks.

Above this forest, there hung children missing various parts of their bodies.

These children were cruelly skewered by the iron hooks, their pale, lifeless corpses hanging still.

Beneath this group of bodies was a large bathtub filled with dark blood.

Inside the bathtub, Matsubara Kudayu’s face was connected to a neck that wasn’t his, Fujiwara Nagachika’s arms were inserted haphazardly into a torso that didn’t match up, and greasy fat floated on the dark blood.

The torso was split open, crudely stuffed with various organs, some of which were discolored and emitted a strong foul odor.

This patchwork body leaned against the bathtub, seam marks visible all over it.

This was probably the idealized Beiyi Zhenming that Beiyeliang had sought.

It was clear from here that, in the later stages of the ritual, Beiyeliang had also gone somewhat mad.

His aesthetic sense was completely twisted.

But this ’Beiyi Zhenming’ still lacked the most important thing—the soul, so it could only slumber here.

Beichuan Si did not pity Beiyeliang; he simply examined the situation in the room.

This small bathroom was filled with horrifying resentment.

The dense resentment seemed capable of penetrating Beichuan Si’s mouth and nose; even the grudge on Beiyeliang’s body outside was incomparable to the heaviness contained in this small room.

"So that’s how it is."

Beichuan Si realized in his heart.

Rain Hall was not supported by the grudge of Beiyeliang from the beginning, but by this small room.

It was sustained by the resentment of these dead children.

As long as this room existed, one day there would emerge a terrifying vengeful spirit like Beiyeliang.

The children’s bodies hung silently, some with eyes closed, others with mouths agape.

Faces with heads showed expressions of agony, limbs without heads dangled.

Beichuan Si could imagine it.

Those children were dragged here, then cruelly deprived of certain parts before being killed, hanging here like meat in a slaughterhouse.

Beichuan Si closed the door again.

His hands had mostly recovered, and he would wait for the death energy to restore, burn down this room, and then leave the spiritual realm.

Beichuan Si had been in the basement for about an hour and a half, with his death energy restored by almost two-thirds.

Beiyeliang’s Spiritual Body had long since burned out, and over twenty solemn soul lamps were trapped in this grudge-filled basement, unable to fly out.

Among these soul lamps, most of what Beichuan Si saw were the lives of children.

Children who were brought to Rain Hall because their parents had an accident...

Children who were born to mothers who liked to mess around outside and were sent directly to Rain Hall...

The child who had lost his mother since birth...

...

Many things were recorded in the Soul Lamp; Beichuan Si even glimpsed the memories of Matsubara Kudayu and Katori Yuzhu—

"About time now."

Beichuan Si had rested enough.

He pushed the inner door open again and, looking at the still utterly tragic scene, took a deep breath:

"I’m here to liberate you."

With a hint of solace, Beichuan Si conjured up pale blue lingering flames beneath his hand.

The pale blue flames roared to life!

Resentment was the best nourishment for lingering flames.

In such a resentment-filled place, the flames burned even more fiercely!

These pale blue flames, after twining around the bodies, ascended even to sear the ceiling.

Inside the bathtub, Beiyi Zhenming’s body also slowly started to burn.

Watching these rising flames, Beichuan Si expressionlessly began to close the great doors.

As the underground room, which was the main part of Rain Hall, burned, the entirety of Rain Hall also began trembling violently.

Beichuan Si simply shattered the manhole cover into pieces using Jian Ding and burst out of the basement.

Following him came over twenty soul fires.

It seemed they felt the basement’s binding force weaken on them, so they transformed into orbs of light, soaring out one after another.

Approaching was a sky overwhelmed by a pouring rain!

Beneath this sky, the soul fires, tails elongated, were taking flight.

These small soul fires, unlike those of adults, emitted brilliant and eerie specks of light; atop each soul fire was the innocent and naive smile of a child.

As if thanking Beichuan Si, the little soul fires danced around him, unwilling to leave.

"Go on," Beichuan Si motioned with his hand.

Hearing this, all the soul fires paused for a moment, then, reluctantly, circled Beichuan Si a few more times before breaking through the clouds and heading toward the other side of the sky.

Beichuan Si had once heard from his mother when he was a child.

Every child taken too soon would turn into twinkling stars hanging in the sky.

And those fluttering, glinting soul fires, weren’t they just like stars?

Beichuan Si glanced at the collapsing passage and shook his head.

He had not obtained the Skill Book.

For some reason, he lost all interest.

He imagined that even if he had acquired that volume filled with various curses and enchantments, Beichuan Si likely wouldn’t devote his energy to study it.

"Besides, this time’s gains are already enough."

Beichuan Si looked once more at the collapsing state of Rain Hall and did not hesitate.

He reached out and pulled apart the crevice leading away from Rain Hall, his whole body flashing into it.

BOOM!

Amid the thunder and lightning, the collapse of Rain Hall accelerated, with every hidden body plunging into the abyss.

Rain Hall, this place would be visited no more, its ugly human nature hidden beneath the dark earth forever unseen...

Beichuan Si found his footing, his eyes surveying his surroundings.

He was now standing beside a mountain trail, carrying a backpack.

Passersby walked past Beichuan Si.

A family of three.

A man, a woman, and their daughter.

Their conversation was filled with anticipation for the upcoming camping trip.

Beichuan Si watched all this, somewhat startled.

The heavy rain had actually stopped falling without him noticing.

Sunlight spilled through the clouds, illuminating the mountainous terrain.

The gloom of the dense forest was driven away, replaced instead by a vista bursting with spring.

In this gentle sunlight washing over in waves, the previously cold faces of people seemed to gain a touch of warmth.

After passing through the solar terms of Start of Spring, Mid Spring, Jingzhe, and Vernal Equinox, temperatures finally began to rise.

This mild warmth made it hard not to forget the icy cold of wintry days.

Because... if it’s already late spring, surely summer can’t be too far off?

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