Chapter 251: Night Parade Of One Hundred Demons
When people saw the final image of the eerie recording, everyone felt a chill of dread, simply because they saw the countdown swearing their impending death.
All who view this image will surely die seven days later!
Indeed, the eerie image allowed people to temporarily escape spiritual contamination, but it did not free them from danger, merely shifting them from one desperate situation to another.
This is not a blessing, but a curse!
At the same time as people received this eerie recording, other bizarre scenes simultaneously appeared throughout Taomuki City.
On the foggy streets of the city appeared a tall woman visible only to boys, with a sturdy and voluptuous build, height exceeding a single-story house, claws for hands, and under her huge sun hat a pair of evil gazes that locked onto souls, making people shiver with fear.
On the streets, a masked woman who asked everyone about her beauty held blood-drenched huge rusty scissors; her question was unsolvable, and whether one responded or not, calamity was inevitable, for encountering her was already the beginning of a death tribulation.
There was also the Yamato Nadeshiko with an evil spirit face growing from the back of her head, ferocious heads that flew from bodies and bit anyone they met, figures leaping in the dark sewers, and so on.
The entire Taomuki City fell into a scalp-numbing parade of a hundred demons, appearing out of thin air and filled with malice toward humans, bringing unique panic and disaster to people.
In an instant, Taomuki City was filled with all sorts of screams and wails, the horrific cries rising and falling one after another, as people fell into another kind of panic, making even the doomsday scene in the sky seem insignificant.
“This scene… what’s going on again?” Xin Junmao saw a passerby whose mouth was forcibly cut open by Kuchisake-onna, forced to become “beautiful” like her, and a trace of sympathy flickered in his eyes.
Hearing this, the handsome mixed-race male standing in front of Xin Junmao fell silent, and only after a long while did he speak eerily: “I’m very certain that I’ve cleared all the advent rituals. By rights, no more curses should be born, and even if there were, they shouldn’t be escalating like this.”
With that, Drake turned his head to look at Xin Junmao and said seriously, “This is someone deliberately creating it—no, not necessarily a person.”
He Jia’an and Misaki Naomi found a space channel not formed by an advent ritual and returned to the real world once more, back to Taomuki City, only to find the city even more chaotic and unbearable, filled with fleeing people everywhere and terrifying anomalies everywhere that wanted to harm humans.
“What the hell?” He Jia’an was also bewildered. He was certain he had destroyed all the advent rituals at Kisaragi High School in the Inner World, so where did these living, running blasphemous objects of curses come from?
Could it be the Blood Race hidden in Taomuki City stirring up disaster again?
Misaki Naomi was even more dumbfounded. After escaping the crisis-ridden Inner World, she found the real world had turned into another hell; she didn’t even know if she and He Jia’an could truly count as having “escaped.”
Just as the two were puzzled, the familiar eerie incoming call ringtone came from Misaki Naomi’s pocket, the bizarre and eerie melody even more deafening than a death knell, making hearts race.
Misaki Naomi tremblingly took out the mobile phone from her pocket. When she saw that string of numbers from hell, she finally confirmed she had encountered Miyako’s Curse again.
She still hadn’t escaped Miyako; the luck was only temporary.
He Jia’an also saw the evil reflection in the nearby toilet mirror—Hanako, who should have disappeared from the human world forever, had returned.
“Were all my efforts in vain?” He Jia’an’s expression was dazed, a sense of powerlessness filling his body, so powerless he could barely breathe.
Looking at the flickering clouds in the sky, where the shadow of a colossus of indeterminate shape vaguely appeared, and hearing the shrieks from the horizon, a fleeting thought of giving up crossed his mind: “Maybe I should just die like this…”
“He Jia’an!” A shout pulled He Jia’an back from his fall to reality. Looking up, he saw Senior Matsumoto’s former companions had come looking; these Chosen Alliance members, finally spotting He Jia’an, eagerly asked about Senior Matsumoto’s whereabouts. “He Jia’an, where did you go? Senior Matsumoto, he… Wait, isn’t that knife in your hand Senior’s!?”
Seeing He Jia’an holding Senior Matsumoto Gin’s knife, and the demonic blade’s fleshy tubes having deeply inserted into He Jia’an’s arm, showing signs of prolonged use and deep binding, all the Chosen Alliance members’ hearts sank.
A bad premonition surged through every Chosen Alliance member’s thoughts. They had already thought of that terrifying fact but still clung to a sliver of hope as they asked again: “I’m asking you, where is Matsumoto Gin!?”
“He’s already dead.” He Jia’an shook his head, offering no further supplement.
Everyone fell into silence, but no one got angry at He Jia’an.
As Senior Matsumoto Gin’s close confidants, no one understood his condition better than they did. Senior Matsumoto Gin was already not far from his death date; they just hadn’t expected it to come so much earlier, and so suddenly.
He Jia’an secretly sighed and asked, “What’s the situation now?”
“As you see, this city is about to be destroyed… No, if this continues, the entire Sakura Island, the entire world will be destroyed.” One Chosen Alliance member came back to his senses, looked at the tachi in He Jia’an’s hand, and explained.
This person seemed not to be explaining to He Jia’an, but reporting to the knife’s former owner.
He Jia’an told everyone about his experiences in the Inner World and said, “The thing causing Sakura Island’s ‘urban legends’ to be born is something called blessings. It can be seen as energy transformed from the negative emotions of all living beings in the world. Normally, it’s like air—though it accompanies us daily, it generally doesn’t coalesce in reality into a massive energy that affects people.
But now there’s a race called the Blood Race, roughly shaped like blood-colored fluid creatures. To transform the human world into an environment where they can survive, they used Thousand Illusions Moon’s advent ritual, which unintentionally collected and integrated a large amount of blessings from Sakura Island, causing the accumulated blessings to become a massive power. Relying on ‘urban legend’ content as carriers, they appeared in the human world, influencing human life.
I’ve cleared all the advent rituals in Kisaragi High School, but curses are still appearing. I strongly suspect it’s those Blood Race up to no good.”
“I understand. So it’s the Blood Race behind this. Whether it’s the abnormal god trying to descend by breaking through the real sky or this escalating ‘parade of a hundred demons’ around us, it’s all their handiwork.” One of Senior Matsumoto Gin’s former close confidants nodded. “To stop all this, the primary mission is to eliminate the Blood Race on Earth, right?”
“No.” He Jia’an shook his head. His gaze scanned the surrounding devastation, and he pointed to the sky, saying gravely, “Rather than dealing with these curses, we should think of a way to expel Thousand Illusions Moon back to Its world. Dealing with these curses is meaningless…”
At this point, He Jia’an’s heart suddenly skipped a beat as he thought, “This method of using blessings to escape anomalous power contamination—I think I’ve seen it somewhere before.”
