This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 468 - 310: Clown (4000 words)

Chapter 468: Chapter 310: Clown (4000 words)

To be honest, this vengeful spirit was quite strange this time.

At least in the eyes of Beichuan Si.

Though the person had been dead for over three years, it still lingered in the spiritual realm, vying for dominance between its primary and secondary personalities.

After all, do vengeful spirits really have primary and secondary personalities? What kind of switch happens between these personalities? Could it be possible for dual personalities to create a twin-souled vengeful spirit?

Beichuan Si was an exorcist. He didn’t plan to delve deeply into these matters for the time being.

Even if he wanted to understand deeply, there simply wasn’t enough time now.

He could only record each unique type of Spiritual Body he encountered in handwritten notes, considering it an expansion of his own knowledge.

The other party had been silent for ten minutes.

Beichuan Si had to remain vigilant, his Jian Ding flashing with a cold light, his black eyes blinking unblinkingly as they swept around.

Shenzhu Shihui and Nishijou Kurenai had both appeared, maintaining an observant stance.

The intelligence of this Spiritual Body, regardless of its strength, was estimated to be the highest Beichuan Si had encountered.

Beichuan Si’s brows were tightly furrowed. He was just about to move his feet when—

"Behind you! Beichuan!"

The Shinra Bell rang out crisply, and Shenzhu Shihui abruptly gave the warning.

Heeding this advice, Beichuan Si turned around, flipping his Jian Ding in his hand, looking straight ahead.

The squirming resentment was silently and swiftly stitching itself together.

First was the face.

The other’s face was painted with exaggerated makeup, white foundation paired with a blood-red smile, chilling to the bone at just a glance.

Shikizaki Haru was dressed in a red and black clown costume, clutching a bloodstained fire axe in his hand.

His face sported a ferocious smile as he watched Beichuan Si, resentment entwined around him, just about to speak—

Pffft!

A short dagger was forcefully smashed into his face.

Black liquid burst everywhere.

The immense force of the dagger’s insertion made his entire Spiritual Body tilt backward.

Wait a minute?!

The clown was confused, his fiercely smiling mouth moving in shock, "You—"

Beichuan Si flicked his finger, threads of deathly energy pulling at the Jian Ding, tearing his already nearly bifurcated face, taking advantage of his almost falling.

His left hand flipped, the black energy rapidly moving, and he jumped up wielding a bloody huge hammer, smashing hard into the clown’s head.

Whack!!!

Facial muscles and brain matter exploded out, the ground covered with filth.

"..." Shenzhu Shihui.

Looking at Beichuan Si, who didn’t care about the dirt on him, Shenzhu Shihui twitched her lovely face, "Um... Beichuan, I think... it still had something to say."

Within Shenzhu Shihui’s words, Beichuan Si picked up the hammer again, smashing it down with great force onto the clown’s softened Spiritual Body lying on the ground.

While pounding the Spiritual Body from three-dimensional to flat, he calmly analyzed for Shenzhu Shihui, "Just now was the perfect moment, I had no reason to listen to some nonsense before acting."

"That’s true..." Shenzhu Shihui’s mouth moved.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The ground trembled.

Beichuan Si was as decisive as ever.

Just as the clown’s resentment was gathering, that was undoubtedly a vulnerable moment, Beichuan Si saw no need to stand aside foolishly watching the opponent fully gather its Spiritual Body, then chat for a while before fighting.

Fighting wasn’t a grand opera, who had time for so much psychological activity? While you’re rambling, the opponent would have long been finished.

Wielding a dagger was the real deal, striking first was a key part of Beichuan Si’s exorcism method.

Under Beichuan Si’s successive precise strikes, the barely surviving clown recovered from its dazed and shocked state.

It was both frightened and furious.

Because it realized that its Spiritual Body truly began to dissipate under the smash of Beichuan Si’s hammer.

The clown’s crumbling Spiritual Body, transformed into black resentment, consolidated its body, glaring at Beichuan Si with a terror-twisted expression.

A horrifying scream also exploded!

"Enough! I am a vengeful spirit!!!!!"

"Hmm. I know.."

Beichuan Si responded calmly, then kicked the over two-meter-tall figure to the ground, swinging the hammer again.

As the clown fell, Shenzhu Shihui could see the shock convulsing through its facial color on the ground.

"..." Shenzhu Shihui.

Shenzhu Shihui quietly lifted Nishijou Kurenai, who was standing there, covering her button eyes with his hand, speaking with an inexplicably empty expression, "It’s not good for children to see this."

"Aaaaah!!!"

The clown’s Spiritual Body agitated, clearly entering a state of rage.

He howled as he stood, shouting venomously, "You’re dead! I’ll make you wish you were!"

"Alright, alright." Beichuan Si replied twice, his feet unceasing, charging forward to punch and kick the clown down again, his Jian Ding and hammer once more cleaving through its body.

The resentment continued to spill.

The clown’s Spiritual Body screamed in horror.

That expression made Beichuan Si shake his head.

If impotent rage was effective, then what was the use of strength in this world? Because Beichuan Si was stronger, he could pin it to the ground and give it a good beating. That was the reasoning.

The shattered clown’s Spiritual Body re-materialized its body again, but this time it could no longer stretch itself out to intimidate Beichuan Si, shouting in fear, "Stop! If this continues—"

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