This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 455 - 303: A Small Doll Hanging on the Shoulder (4000 words)_2

Chapter 455: Chapter 303: A Small Doll Hanging on the Shoulder (4000 words)_2

The entire entrance was filled with an air of madness and brutality.

Especially those round and bulging eyes, which seemed to be staring at everyone.

"There actually is one..." someone muttered.

In the daytime when they had come to investigate, there was nothing in this area, but now, there eerily appeared a haunted house.

Yamakou Hideyasu felt a chill throughout his body, his voice stammering slightly, "That... do you guys also feel... it’s like the clown is watching us."

Although it appeared inanimate, for some reason, no matter how Yamakou Hideyasu changed positions, he felt as if the clown’s gaze was firmly fixed on him, impossible to shake off.

"Just now... the eyes seemed to move." Gongben Naoki clenched the flashlight in her hand and inhaled sharply.

Indeed... it was as if the clown’s eyes were squirming.

But Beichuan Si paid no attention to what they were saying; he simply looked up, a thought subconsciously surfacing in his mind.

This clown... why does it resemble the one I kept slapping on the head today?

But Beichuan Si only pondered for about two minutes before he settled down and looked at the mobile phone he had brought.

The time had reached 11:55. Only five more minutes until the midnight ghost house evaluation.

"Let’s go," Beichuan Si said as he tossed his mobile phone into his folding backpack and then took out a trenching shovel from it.

"We’re going in now? But isn’t there still five minutes?" Tanaka Takashi asked from behind.

Beichuan Si nodded, "We don’t necessarily have to play by their rules. The email didn’t say anything about not entering early, right?"

"... That’s true," Tanaka Takashi uttered, left speechless.

Everyone else wanted to wait outside for a bit longer, but only Mr. Beichuan seemed eager to rush in right now.

Seeing that Tanaka Takashi had stopped talking, Beichuan Si looked towards Gongben Naoki.

Gongben Naoki also looked at Beichuan Si and then bowed to him.

"I’m really troubled by my sister’s matter... Thank you for your help."

"Let’s talk about that after we find her."

"Yes."

Gongben Naoki stood up, her emotions complicated as she looked at the ghost house in front of her.

After a year-long search, she had finally found this place.

Even though entering might cost her life... but...

"I’m coming to find you... Nai Zhu."

Gongben Naoki’s voice lingered, as if speaking in a dream.

Meanwhile, Beichuan Si unfolded the trenching shovel, gesturing to the others to follow.

"Let’s go."

Following his words, everyone stepped inside one by one.

The entrance of the ghastly ghost house, filled with uncomfortable elements, opened through the clown’s carved mouth; its dark and seemingly bottomless depths urged Beichuan Si to raise his flashlight and illuminate the inside.

The column of light from the flashlight seemed to be devoured by something, invisible even when directed straight inside.

The range of this high-beam flashlight was between ten and one hundred meters.

And yet, the bottom was still not visible...

Hobu Tian, Yamakou Hideyasu, Tanaka Takashi, and even Gongben Naoki all felt a flutter of panic.

But still, they had to enter.

As Beichuan Si said, staying outside could mean being attacked by vengeful spirits; staying by Beichuan Si’s side could still offer a chance of survival.

As long as they clung to Beichuan Si, this lifeline, there shouldn’t be much of a problem.

"Wait," the leading Beichuan Si suddenly called out.

His abrupt voice made everyone look up in bewilderment.

"The spiritual realm is resisting my entry," Beichuan Si said as he raised his hands and began thumping the empty air.

Yes.

There was clearly nothing there, but it was as if there was a barrier blocking Beichuan Si’s way, allowing his thumps to resound.

Yet when it came to Tanaka Takashi and Gongben Naoki moving forward, there was absolutely no resistance.

This had to be some kind of joke.

Even though Beichuan Si had been invited, why was he now being prevented from entering?

"What do we do now?" Hobu Tian asked, unease in his voice.

If Beichuan Si, such a formidable person, couldn’t even enter the door, were they supposed to go inside and just serve themselves up on a silver platter?

That was unthinkable.

"We do this!"

Beichuan Si responded extremely briefly, then a cold glint flashed beneath his hand!

He bent his body, initiating the movement from his waist to his arms, then power surged through his arms, his center of gravity shifting forward, subsequently erupting from his palms.

To the astonished gazes of all, the pitch-black and grim aura of death, mixed with Jian Ding, smashed into the barrier in their way in an instant.

Pow!

It was a sound crisp like metal striking stone.

What followed was the crackling sound of shattering glass.

"Let’s go," Beichuan Si said, flicking Jian Ding back under his sleeve and turning his head.

Because Beichuan Si was so reliable, the four people following behind him found themselves speechless.

What else could they do?

They could simply lie down and coast along.

However, Beichuan Si clearly wasn’t as preoccupied with thoughts as they were.

With the series of actions he had just performed, he had now moved beyond the initial entrance and arrived at a new scene.

He held a flashlight in his hand, scanning around.

Walls damp and cold with an unknown structure on either side, the pitch-dark surfaces were covered with purple-green neural-like grooves, with black liquid sliding down them.

Beneath the walls lay pools filled with black liquid.

Above this expanse of black pools floated only a few black and red circular buoys.

To progress further, one would need to jump across these circular buoys to reach the platform on the other side.

"You go first, I’ll watch from behind," Beichuan Si said, steadying himself at the edge and scanning the black liquid beneath with his flashlight.

And now came the problem.

The people beside Beichuan Si exchanged glances.

Clearly, the buoys couldn’t bear the weight of two people, and if two attempted to cross together, they would inevitably plunge into the dark pool below.

Although no one knew what was hidden within the pool, naturally, no one wished to fall into it.

But to cross alone...

To be honest, waiting on the other side also posed a great risk.

Amidst this silence, Beichuan Si calmly called out, "Hobu Tian, you go first."

"Eh?! Why me?" Hobu Tian looked at Beichuan Si with a face as sullen as if he was at a funeral.

"Because you look the strongest," Beichuan Si said, expressionless as he planted a kick on Hobu Tian’s backside, sending him staggering several steps forward.

"I’m actually quite weak!" Hobu Tian shrank his neck in aggrievement.

Beichuan Si gave Hobu Tian a deep look.

Due to engaging in outdoor spirit exploration adventures over a long period, Hobu Tian was much fitter than people like Yamakou Hideyasu, who spent all day sitting in the studio browsing forum updates.

Yet this robust man with wide shoulders and a round back looked at Beichuan Si with such a pitiful expression, like a table-wife...

It was something, presumably, that no one could withstand.

But indeed, the risk of staying alone on the other side was significant.

Beichuan Si took Nishijou Kurenai from around his neck and hung it on Hobu Tian’s shoulder, then spoke, "Now you can go."

"Huh?"

Hobu Tian swallowed hard, eyeing the tattered little rag doll on his shoulder.

"Amulet," Beichuan Si explained briefly.

"..." Hobu Tian.

He remembered Beichuan Si saying that this little rag doll was an item that could suppress malevolent spirits...

But...

He felt no sense of security at all!

Indeed, that was the case.

Who would feel at ease with a little stuffed doll hanging on their shoulder?

This place was teeming with malevolent spirits!

Hobu Tian was helpless.

But Beichuan Si was also the leader of their team, and he wasn’t at the point of rebelling against his leader.

"Little doll, please, you must protect me," Hobu Tian begged respectfully to Nishijou Kurenai, took a deep breath—

And he stepped onto the first buoy.