This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 509 - 330. You Almost Scared Me to Death! (8000 Words Goal Achieved)_2

Chapter 509: Chapter 330. You Almost Scared Me to Death! (8000 Words Goal Achieved)_2

But until now, Beichuan Si had not found a trace of news about Ihui Island on the internet.

This must have been a government-imposed information blockade.

So why implement an information blockade?

The only information available was that—

Something hidden on Ihui Island was more important than these thousand people!

Of course, things couldn’t simply be calculated like that.

There was public opinion, maintenance of national sentiment, and a tug of war of various complex situations. If revealed rashly, it would only increase panic.

Moreover, Beichuan Si discovered an important message from the materials provided by Shen Gu Jiro and Shen Gu Chiharu—

"The island is countering a threat from within through some kind of activity."

"...The activity is referring to this... no, that’s not right. Even so, the number of over a thousand people is too exaggerated."

This directly reached half of the island’s population. If such many lives were sacrificed in a single defensive action, then the reproduction of the residents and various other missing data could not possibly maintain the current stable condition.

"So does that mean... that this is an accumulation over many years?"

Beichuan Si, pinching his chin, continued walking forward.

Although this idea seemed the most logical, Beichuan Si always felt a subtle sense of discomfort.

His intuition told him it wasn’t that simple.

"Beichuan! I’ve found something!" The voice of Shenzhu Shihui exploded in his ear, pulling Beichuan Si out of his contemplation.

He couldn’t help but look in the direction of Shenzhu Shihui.

He saw a faint golden stream lingering on Shenzhu Shihui’s fingers.

Good intentions.

"This isn’t my good intentions. You understand what I mean, right?" Shenzhu Shihui said.

This remark also invigorated Beichuan Si.

The meaning of Shenzhu Shihui was clear.

This strand of good intentions wasn’t emanating from her; it meant it was left behind by someone else.

Shen Gu Jiro and Shen Gu Chiharu had not yet met with disaster.

"Which direction?" Beichuan Si took out an entrenching tool, and with his other hand, he clenched the air. A black hammer, formed from the collective energy of death, appeared in his hand as he bluntly asked.

"Over there." Shenzhu Shihui pointed towards the depths of the dense forest.

Good.

Beichuan Si had Shenzhu Shihui re-enter the Shinra Bell and stepped into the overlaying dense forest.

...

"Endless." Shen Gu Chiharu flipped her hand, and the Yiming Mirror emitted a pale golden flow.

These streams instantly enveloped the wraiths wearing tattered hemp clothes—

Just like a candle meeting a flame, these terrifying wraiths went limp, their outer skin dissolving, followed by their Spiritual Bodies melting like wax oil. The black fluid mixed with the foul-smelling yellow fluid into one, creating a nauseating combination.

On the other side, Shen Gu Jiro was holding an ancient Divine Hammer, flipping his wrist, and smashing the heads of the wraiths charging at Shen Gu Chiharu.

Their division of labor was very clear, with Shen Gu Jiro protecting Shen Gu Chiharu, while Shen Gu Chiharu looked for opportunities to use the good intentions in the Yiming Mirror to completely purify these wraiths.

But today’s number of wraiths...

There were simply too many!

Shen Gu Chiharu was sweating on her forehead.

As she continuously used the stored good intentions, her complexion gradually turned pale.

Shen Gu Jiro also noticed the condition of his wife.

His Divine Hammer smashed several wraiths’ heads directly, and without a word, he positioned himself in front of Shen Gu Chiharu.

They had originally planned to explore the ancient village tomorrow.

But now, it seemed they had lost all opportunities.

Although the wraiths were not strong, their vast numbers could not be ignored.

Shen Gu Chiharu gritted her teeth, continuing to use the Yiming Mirror.

But the more she did, the snowflake pattern on the Yiming Mirror became more dim.

Just when the situation seemed desperate, a series of ’bang, bang, bang’ heavy, frantic footsteps approached from afar.

What kind of wraiths were these?

Shen Gu Chiharu raised her head, her heart pounding intensely.

Shen Gu Jiro was clearly aware of his wife’s gaze as well, he couldn’t help but look into the distance.

Bang!!!!!

The first thing that caught both of their eyes was the huge black hammer.

Dark liquid and chunks of flesh covered the hammer’s face.

This black hammer had just appeared, and it smashed the four resentful spirits in front of it in half!

Organs scattered everywhere! Dark liquid splattered all over the ground! The mournful cries of the spirits were emitted, then abruptly stopped.

A sharp entrenching shovel brutally shattered their skulls.

Entrenching shovel?

Shen Gu Jiro and Shen Gu Chiharu, who were busy dealing with the resentful spirits nearby, were both stunned.

What was this maneuver?

Logically, Ihui Island residents should be just some farmers. It would be understandable if they carried scythes or small hatchets, but an entrenching shovel...

Under their gaze, as the entrenching shovel was pulled, releasing a foul yellow liquid, a cold, hard young man also emerged from the pile of corpses of spiritual bodies.

"Mr. Beichuan?!"

This time, not only Shen Gu Chiharu but also Shen Gu Jiro showed surprise.

Although the man was covered in bits of flesh and dark liquid, it was indeed Beichuan Si.

Beichuan Si, whom they had met once before.

Beichuan Si on the other side had clearly heard their cries as well, but considering the many resentful spirits around, he remained expressionless as he swung the large hammer and entrenching shovel in his hands, chopping down the surrounding spirits like slicing through melons and vegetables.

That bloody violent scene made the other resentful spirits scream in terror; they no longer attacked Shen Gu Chiharu and Shen Gu Jiro, but instead ran back yowling under their somewhat shocked gaze.

Beichuan Si flipped his wrist, a glint of crystalline silver flashed—

Spiritual Dagger Technique!

Puchi!!!

The silver light nimbly ravaged the fleeing resentful spirits under the pull of death energy, harvesting their resentment.

The painful screams of the spirits stimulated the nerves of Shen Gu Chiharu and Shen Gu Jiro.

Up until then, they still hadn’t figured out—

Who exactly were the spirits, and who were the humans...

About three minutes later.

All the resentful spirits in the vicinity had been completely cleared, and the dark liquid on Beichuan Si had dissipated into the air as resentment.

Beichuan Si retracted Jian Ding back into his sleeve, then looked toward Shen Gu Jiro and Shen Gu Chiharu.

It seemed like Shen Gu Jiro and Shen Gu Chiharu had persevered here for a long time; they both had a feeling of being physically drained.

Considering the crisis-filled spiritual space, they couldn’t even sleep peacefully, which of course led them to this current state.

"Is it Mr. Beichuan?" Shen Gu Jiro, holding the Divine Hammer in his hand, looked at Beichuan Si with a solid expression.

To be honest, it was unexpected for Beichuan Si to appear in this place, and even though the man had acted to rescue them, they had to be wary.

"Yes," Beichuan Si nodded, throwing away the already completely decayed entrenching shovel which would fall apart with just a touch.

He had exerted too much force earlier, and the shovel had completely decayed halfway through its use.

Seeing that the other could still engage in verbal communication, Shen Gu Jiro and Shen Gu Chiharu felt much relieved.

"Why is Mr. Beichuan here?"

They asked again.

"You left some materials at home," Beichuan Si briefly explained, then added, "It was ’Future’ who asked me to find you."

"...Future..." Shen Gu Jiro and Shen Gu Chiharu exchanged glances.

Then—

"Ah ah ah—rescued at last! We’re finally rescued!" Shen Gu Chiharu plopped down on the ground and let out a cry of survival.

Given the mention of ’Future’ and the materials they had left at home, this Beichuan Si was likely not an imposter.

Besides, in the end, he could easily have taken both of their heads with just a move or two; worrying about whether he was real seemed foolish.

Remembering the unease and tension in her heart just moments before, Shen Gu Chiharu couldn’t stop herself from winking at Beichuan Si. She patted the space beside her in a demeanor of turning the tables: "Mr. Beichuan, come over here! Let your aunt take a good look at you! Really! You scared the life out of me just now!"

She then switched to a teeth-gritting expression, looking like she wanted to bite Beichuan Si fiercely.

Beichuan Si remained silent, then looked toward Shen Gu Jiro.

Shen Gu Jiro shook his head:

"Don’t mind her."