This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 391 - 271. The Entity (4000 words)_2

Chapter 391: Chapter 271. The Entity (4000 words)_2

Accompanied by the sound of ’ripping’ as if tearing through fabric, everything around was torn apart, and Beichuan Si had somehow crossed the iron fence and was standing in front of the warehouse.

"You’ve finally... woken up," Shenzhu Shihui said, stuttering.

The sound of the Shinra Bell was crisp and urgent. Right in front of Shenzhu Shihui and Beichuan Si, a pale-faced, faceless woman was slowly emerging from the ground.

Hinakabe Haru.

"You were pulled into a dream world just now, Kelian and I... were always stopping her from coming over directly to... lay hands on your body."

"It’s... maybe because this place... is where she died... that her ability to pull people into dreams... is also very strong. This is already... the fourth time."

Since she was right beside her own corpse, the tired woman could almost infinitely resurrect, as a spirit of medium rank, she had such ability.

"Mr. Temple!"

Shen Gu Mirai’s voice rang out from behind.

She was standing outside the iron fence with a pale-faced Nakano Youko, both looking worriedly at Beichuan Si.

"Thank you for this time," Beichuan Si said, turning his head to thank Shenzhu Shihui.

If Hinakabe Haru had attacked his body in the real world, he doubted he could have witnessed the whole process of her death that she’d constructed, and he might have had to use a Voodoo Doll.

So thanking Shenzhu Shihui was necessary.

At that moment, Nishijou Kurenai also leaped out.

She touched Beichuan Si’s face with her round hands, indicating that she too wanted praise and thanks.

"I’ll buy you some pretty clothes for dolls when we get back."

Beichuan Si replied.

"If you’re really... thankful... then hurry up and... buy me a cell phone," Shenzhu Shihui stammered, blowing away the tired woman with a light golden stream of air from her hands.

To Shenzhu Shihui’s request, Beichuan Si did not respond immediately, but simply drew Jian Ding from within his sleeve in a swift, clean motion.

Then another hand constructed a giant cross shovel of death energy, and he charged at Hinakabe Haru.

What he wanted to do was simple.

To dig out the discarded gasoline drum, bringing an end to the past.

And for the spirit that had become Hinakabe Haru, he would be the one to liberate her.

Just that simple.

Under the watchful eyes of Shen Gu Mirai and Nakano Youko, Beichuan Si bent his arms, gathering strength, then aimed for Hinakabe Haru’s head and hurled the cross shovel at her.

Crack!!!

The sound of Hinakabe Haru’s head being penetrated by the cross shovel echoed like the bursting of a watermelon, with her pale skin scattering, and the foul-smelling yellow material and dark liquid inside spilled sticky and thick across the ground!

Beichuan Si moved his feet to avoid the thick, pale hands suddenly burrowing out of the ground again.

Then, like kicking a soccer ball, he kicked at the smooth head of Hinakabe Haru, who had just emerged.

Crack!!

The sound of breaking bones reverberated as Hinakabe Haru’s spiritual body dissipated once more.

It had to be said, apart from entering dreams and affecting memories to a certain extent, the tired woman’s actual combat strength was only of a low to medium level.

She might possess a regenerating spiritual body, but she lacked significant combat power.

Like Beiyeliang in the Rain Hall, who could use curse techniques, his combat strength was undeniably exaggerated.

It was then that Beichuan Si had exchanged for the skill of death energy shaping, otherwise dealing with him would have indeed been more difficult.

As for a ghost like the tired woman, who was more biased towards ’dream killing,’ when she encountered Beichuan Si in the real world, she could only crumble upon contact, just as she was now.

The reason was simple.

Firstly, this was not the tired woman’s home court of dreams.

Secondly, Beichuan Si in reality was not as defenseless as in the dream; he was very powerful in the real world.

Just these two simple reasons.

Beichuan Si picked up the cross shovel and swung it in a wide arc behind him.

Smack!

The head of the tired woman who had pounced from behind was smashed to pieces by Beichuan Si like a watermelon, in a brutal and bloody manner.

"..." Nakano Youko.

She had already been nervous for a long time since Beichuan Si suddenly vaulted into the area around the warehouse. And after the tired woman appeared out of nowhere, when Beichuan Si was still half-asleep, she was even more anxious.

But now—

Nakano Youko didn’t even know what to say.

Beichuan Si’s movements were large and full of extreme violence and beauty.

Every time he raised his hand, the tired woman was bound to fall, dying in a particularly gruesome manner with yellow and dark liquids spilled all over.

No matter how many there were of her, in front of Beichuan Si they seemed to be only heading to their doom.

Beichuan Si’s face was expressionless throughout, and his cold, hard face seemed to carry a certain ferocity, playing with the cross shovel in his hand as if it were a toy.

Coupled with his continuous dismembering actions...

Who exactly is the villain here?

Nakano Youko felt like she had joined the wrong side.

Her camp was the Demon King’s, invaders of the tired woman’s territory, while the tired woman was desperately struggling, determined to stop Beichuan Si even in the face of certain death.

Thinking this, Nakano Youko gave Shen Gu Mirai another look.

An indescribable excitement was spreading across Shen Gu Mirai’s face.

She clenched her small fists, glowing radiantly, and her tiny mouth kept muttering:

"Yeah! Smash her face in!"

"Chop off her hands!"

"Stab her in the eyes!"

"Mr. Temple is invincible!"

"..." Nakano Youko.

She tangled her fingers through her hair, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

Logically, she should be cheering for Beichuan Si, but—

Beichuan Si didn’t need it at all.

It took him only a minute or two from waking to taking action to have killed at least a dozen tired women by slapping, chopping, and slicing them to death.

Such efficiency was simply unmatchable.

Nakano Youko felt like she was just there to make up the numbers, aiming solely to not be a nuisance to Beichuan Si.

Amidst her highly mixed emotions, Beichuan Si was slowly approaching the back of the warehouse.

That was where the corpse of Hinakabe Haru, the tired woman, was hidden.

Finally, Beichuan Si reached the spot and halted.

It looked like a perfectly normal place.

Weeds overran the ground, and the soil was relatively even.

Warm sunlight poured down, creating a rather pleasant atmosphere.

However, through Beichuan Si’s vision, shrouded by death energy, countless dense black resentments lingered in the area.

And as he neared the corpse, the resentment around it grew even thicker.

One could imagine just how unwilling Hinakabe Haru had been to die.

But strangely, after Beichuan Si set foot in this area, the tired women no longer appeared.

Beichuan Si paid it no mind, instead thrusting his death energy materialized spade ferociously into the ground.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

He dug, shoveling deeper with each movement.

Beichuan Si worked quickly, and soon the tip of the shovel touched something hard.

He shook his hand, and the cross-shaped shovel transformed into a trenching shovel.

He kept digging downward.

The yellow soil was displaced by Beichuan Si, revealing the concealed object below.

It was a yellowed, rusty iron drum.

Beichuan Si’s face twitched, and then death energy formed into chains, quickly wrapping around the drum’s surface.

With a swift pull of his hands, he dragged the drum, half-buried in soil, out of the ground.

Honestly, the thing was quite heavy.

To prevent the death energy from corroding the drum, he dispersed the Death Energy Chain and looked back.

At some point, a ’person’ had appeared behind him.

Just a ’person’.

Her face was twisted in agony, limbs deformed, eyes filled with hate for the living.

Exposed over her body were numerous small holes, where cigarette burns once scarred her skin.

"This... is Hinakabe Haru... the true form of the tired woman..."

Shenzhu Shihui explained on behalf of Beichuan Si, eyes full of vigilance.

The tired woman’s essence was definitely not something benign; her spiritual body had changed. Harboring infinite resentment towards the living, the tired woman was fixated on bringing death to those who were alive.

This was the final ending in the strange and supernatural occurrences she had witnessed in bygone years.

What Shenzhu Shihui hadn’t expected was, Hinakabe Haru didn’t make a move.

She just stood there quietly behind Beichuan Si, her eyes vacant.