Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 277 - 198: The Obsession of the Dead Soul

Chapter 277: Chapter 198: The Obsession of the Dead Soul

Fujiwara Homare dashed out of the reception room, with tree men leaping towards him from both sides. His vision was occupied by two cracked heads, nearly stopping his heart from fear.

Fushimi Roku lunged forward, swinging his katana with a horizontal slash, the blade flashing past Fujiwara Homare’s eyes, barely grazing his nose. The tree men on both sides split in two, cut off at the waist.

Fujiwara Homare fell to the ground, his high-priced coat covered in mud and water. He looked down, the tree man’s remains still crawling on the ground, struggling to reach out to him.

Fujiwara Homare screamed, disregarding all dignity of being a second-generation official, and clung to Fushimi Roku’s pant leg, begging Fushimi Roku to rescue him quickly, promising any compensation after the fact.

Fushimi Roku swung his katana again, seizing the moment before the tree men could surround them, speaking rapidly: "Go carry Ono Ken, go save the people!"

Fujiwara Homare naturally refused; he was the sole heir of the Fujiwara family, born superior, and should be prioritized during a crisis. How could he humble himself to save a lowly maid? Fushimi Roku only needed to protect him, and the life and death of others didn’t matter...

Before Fujiwara Homare could speak, Fushimi Roku slapped him twice, left and right, stunning him. Before he could regain his senses, Fushimi Roku fiercely grabbed his collar, speaking word by word: "Either save people, or die. I won’t save wastrels."

After speaking, Fushimi Roku let go, flicking his katana, focusing his gaze on the area with the fewest tree men in the garden, charging ahead. Minamoto Tamako hurriedly followed, carrying Mrs. Nakako, and seriously said before leaving: "Good luck! Fujiwara Section Chief, I believe in you!"

Fujiwara Homare hesitated for half a second. This was the first time he heard someone say ’I believe in you,’ and the first time he was entrusted with someone’s life— he instinctively stood up, intending to flee, but somehow, recalling Minamoto Tamako’s tone, she genuinely seemed to consider him an elite section chief of the criminal section.

Damn!

Fujiwara Homare gritted his teeth, bent down to pick up Ono Ken, and stepped forward to follow.

The three of them sprinted wildly, with Fushimi Roku leading the way. To account for the pace of the two behind him, he deliberately slowed his steps.

For a moment, the garden paths were filled with the chaos of flashing blades, dark green juice spraying everywhere alongside the rain. Fujiwara Homare thought their journey would be particularly difficult, but unexpectedly, Fushimi Roku was like a deity descended from heaven, effortlessly slicing through with just a katana.

Is this still human?

Fujiwara Homare grew increasingly certain that this guy truly had skill, unlike those con artists outside... Thinking of the fraudsters, he instinctively shouted: "Where’s the Oogami Spirit Medium?"

As the saying goes, many hands make light work; perhaps the Oogami Spirit Medium had real abilities and could help in driving away evil spirits.

"Dead!" Minamoto Tamako didn’t turn back.

Fujiwara Homare was shocked, his face turning a few shades paler.

With his reminder, Minamoto Tamako suddenly remembered that Miss Yazaki was still inside the house. But now the die was cast, and they had no way to return, leaving Miss Yazaki to fend for herself.

Seeing the distance to the wall gates getting closer, both Minamoto Tamako and Fujiwara Homare felt a surge of hope that maybe they could really break out successfully! There was a car parked outside the yard, and though the landslide blocked the road down the mountain, at least they could escape to the blocked section— as long as they could get away from this cursed place, anywhere would be fine!

The tree men surrounding them were becoming fewer, freedom was nearly in sight, and Fujiwara Homare couldn’t help but cheer prematurely.

A clap of thunder exploded, abruptly ending the cheers. Suddenly, the door cracked horizontally in the middle, revealing an inside maw, resembling a mushroom cap, covered densely with spores.

Minamoto Tamako paused, stunned like a wooden chicken, finally realizing why there was a reaction inside when the door was knocked outside.

The next second, the spores suddenly burst, a mist nearly like water spraying onto everyone.

Fushimi Roku covered his mouth and nose, but when the dark green mist touched his skin, a violent itch erupted. As he prepared to slash again, his arm wouldn’t cooperate, freezing mid-air, his body feeling extraordinarily heavy.

Minamoto Tamako’s vision was once again flooded with hallucinations, gazing upon the tree men’s remains now appearing as pieces of human corpses, each head belonging to someone she knew... Director Moriki, Senior Watanabe, the chief, Senior Kazama, and the juniors at the station—they were piled along the path, a horrifying sight.

Fujiwara Homare, however, wasn’t affected; he hadn’t drunk the Ye Tea, so his body was unresponsive to the spores. Rain quickly washed away the mist, and he stood there dazed for a moment, blinking, seeing Minamoto Tamako and Fushimi Roku both frozen, unsure of the situation.

Am I truly exceptionally gifted?

Practicing for just a few hours allowed me to be immune to the demon’s magic?

Thinking about this, Fujiwara Homare felt a rising sense of duty.

As the saying goes, with greater ability comes greater responsibility, he was about to set Ono Ken down, intending to take over from Fushimi Roku and personally hunt the demon down.

At this moment, Ono Ken and Mrs. Nakako simultaneously opened their eyes, awakened by the fungal influences.

"Aki..."

Ono Ken’s gaze was dazed, grabbing onto Fujiwara Homare’s collar, burying her head in his chest, eyes brimming with tears, softly pleading: "Don’t go..."

"You’re mistaken! Wretched thing, if you’re awake, then walk yourself!!" Fujiwara Homare snapped angrily.

"I’m sorry... Please don’t leave me..."

"What’s the point of saying sorry? Besides, this isn’t the time for this!" Fujiwara Homare’s anger inexplicably halved.

"During Sword Dao practice at Seien... I should have spoken sooner... I really like you..."

"Huh? What the heck?" Fujiwara Homare felt conflicted.

The tree men approached from behind, wolves ahead and tigers behind, with a burden in his arms, he was momentarily stuck.

On the other side, Minamoto Tamako fell to her knees, the hallucinations in her eyes growing more severe, even seeing Fushimi Roku drawing his katana towards her, resting the blade against her neck.

Mrs. Nakako lay in her arms, consciousness blurred, only feeling the commotion outside, faintly seeing Akihito’s silhouette through the seam of her eyelids.

Ah, she remembered, they were supposed to go flower viewing together.

Kawashima Noriko’s vision suddenly brightened, seeing the bright spring sunshine, fine rain sprinkling over the garden, her husband holding her daughter’s hand, looking up at the cherry blossoms blooming atop the trees.

"Mom, come along."

Kawashima Noriko raised her head, eyes blinking, barely opening her eyelids, only to see the world turned pitch black, pouring rain, crashing thunder in the sky, tree men gathering like fierce demons, that familiar back once again blocking her view.

He wore Hunting Clothes, with an ebony hat on his head; even though his body seemed as decayed, he still exuded charisma.

"Akihito..."

Kawashima Noriko called out softly.

Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako heard ripping sounds, unsure of where they came from. They stood for a long time, maintaining a standing and kneeling posture, allowing the heavy rain to wash over them, slowly regaining their senses.

The rain gradually subsided, and the bell within Wulin Temple once again chimed.

Fushimi Roku’s fingers trembled slightly, regaining control over his body.

He slowly turned his head, seeing Fujiwara Homare cradling Ono Ken in confusion. Following Fujiwara Homare’s gaze, he saw Prince Akihito’s corpse standing quietly on the garden path, surrounded by tree men’s remains. His clothing was worn and his arm broken, lifeless, yet exuding a powerful commitment, like a soul of the departed, protecting the living.

Rain Moon Tea cold, Ye Bird lamenting.

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