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This feeling of being a saint in front of others, but he...
Can't stop.
Of course, we have to make Sakurai, the only supplier, sweet.
"It depends on my mood. If she is really as strong as you say, I will give it some thought."
Sakurai snapped his fingers and hung up the phone.
After defeating the great ghost story Slit-mouthed Woman and the ghost doll Hanako in succession, Sakurai subconsciously looked down upon the existence of ghost stories.
The bartender sounded very powerful, but when he thought about the fact that the next enemy was a ghost instead of a god, he was somewhat unmotivated.
but...
That guy is so sure, maybe there are some surprises that I don’t know about.
Anyway, give it a try.
How much does the immortal Kayako, as described by the bartender, weigh?
Can you let him stretch his muscles a little?
It would be even better if I could kill him dozens of times.
Unconsciously, Sakurai began to enjoy the pleasure of dancing on the blade and ultimately defeating a strong enemy.
The more difficult and dangerous the battle, the more motivated he would be.
Faced with a strong enemy, he flocked to it.
After stretching his muscles, Sakurai looked at the typical Japanese garden in front of him. With a slight smile on his face, he stepped into it without hesitation.
The next moment after stepping into the gate that served as the dividing line, the originally cloudless sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled from time to time, as if a heavy rain would fall in the next moment.
A powerful enemy that can change the weather?
No, it should be said that it is simply because the haunted house where Kayako lives has been assimilated by the supernatural without her realizing it.
so...
Anyone who steps in here will be cursed. Is this the root of the problem?
In other words, this is what the unscrupulous businessmen call a "haunted place."
It exists in reality, can be seen and touched, and can be entered without any conditions...
A [paranormal spot] filled with fear and despair.
Kayako's haunted house is not too big, only two stories high, which is in line with the country's habit of building single households.
The whole house gave Sakurai a very subtle feeling, a little cold, as if he was always being stared at by something.
It's a strange feeling that makes people feel creepy and their backs chilled.
As he stepped into the house, an extremely dark and resentful gaze followed his body like a shadow.
A subtle, extremely cold aura was flowing over Sakurai's body.
Mark him.
Even if he ran to the ends of the earth, the [Master] here would find him and tear him into pieces.
This is a way to vent one's resentment towards the living and the world.
This is...
A curse from The Grudge?
It's a very interesting and unique feeling.
A biting chill surged into your heart, as if there was an icy figure standing quietly behind you, and the cold, bloody breath hit the back of your neck, like the sword of Damocles hanging over your head, which would fall on you at any time.
It's a hard-to-describe feeling that makes people feel uncomfortable all over, as if someone is staring at your back in a dark corner all the time, and can take your life in an instant if he wants to.
It's not even much more difficult than slapping a mosquito that keeps buzzing.
but...
When you focus your attention on the mosquito, you will find that the mosquito is gone and the only thing left is the annoying buzzing sound that follows you.
An invisible pressure surged into my heart, as if there was an out-of-control truck right in front of me, with the accelerator stepped on and rushing towards me.
The huge tonnage and the out-of-control speed of over 100 kilometers per hour can crush your body into pieces the moment it comes into contact with your body.
The flesh and blood scattered and turned into stars in the sky, and it was shattered to pieces without a single intact piece.
Sakurai narrowed his eyes slightly, and one hand hung down naturally. He could touch the hilt of the Aragami Ya sword at his waist by just reaching inside.
He could feel a pair of eyes following him like a shadow.
A very strange feeling of oppression caused his body functions to stagnate for a moment.
It made his body a little breathless.
As the footsteps continued to approach the haunted house, something real appeared, which was different from the depressing environment just now.
Following his intuition, Sakurai looked up at the second floor of the house.
There, behind a dusty and hazy shop window, a woman with a pale body was lying there, with her long black hair spread out in front of her. Through the hair, a pair of dark eyes were staring at Sakurai's face.
Greedy, cold, violent, full of malice and hatred, a terrifying sight of death that could make any living person tremble.
She was licking Sakurai's body, lurking in the darkness like a hungry beast, waiting for the opportunity to get behind Sakurai.
He opened his mouth wide and was about to swallow Sakurai in one gulp.
This pale-skinned, scarred woman seemed to be the embodiment of all the negative emotions in the world, the worst, darkest, most terrifying collection.
Her very existence can bring terrifying pressure to the living.
This is....
The so-called curse?
It really is true. She lived up to my expectations.
This feeling, maybe after the battle with Kayako, I can break through my limits.
I can, by doing this, become...
Stronger.
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After thinking for a while, Sakurai made a gesture of wiping his neck and challenged the ghost story named Kayako with a smile.
"Want to eat me?"
"I am waiting for you."
"If you can eat it, come on over. I have..."
"You are most welcome."
The next moment after the words fell, the air was filled with
The gaze, which was already freezing cold, became even more resentful.
The next second, Kayako, whose body was pale, disappeared, as if she had never existed.
All you can see through the glass are furniture and walls covered in dust and cobwebs.
With a snort, Sakurai, who had no intention of angering the other party, waved his hand indifferently, as if saying goodbye to Kayako.
He was looking forward to the upcoming battle, so...
Sakurai, who is usually reckless, is now very patient.
Good food is worth waiting for, so that it will taste even more delicious when you start eating.
After seeing Kayako, Sakurai was also sure that the bartender did not lie to him.
The ghost story called the Grudge is a rare and powerful enemy.
Unlike defective products like the Slit-Mouthed Woman and the Ghost Doll Hanako, and the strange story of Miss Mary that was shelved before it was even fought, the Grudge is a [complete form].
So...
Let’s explore a little bit.
Let me see how big a surprise Kayako’s house can bring me.
Without much hesitation, with a creak, Sakurai gently pushed open the door that seemed to be locked.
It can be seen that the owner of the house is very welcoming to Sakurai's arrival.
When Sakurai stepped one foot into the room, he suddenly felt something grabbing his ankle.
These are a pair of children's hands, as cold as if they had been taken out of ice.
The biting cold spread through his ankles to his whole body, and he was unable to move. He was like the Seven Fairies picking peaches, who were cast under a spell by Monkey King and could not move at all.
He lowered his head uncontrollably. At his feet, a naked little boy with the same pale skin as Kayako was squatting at the entrance of the corridor.
Looking at Sakurai, he opened his mouth.
"Meow!!!"
It was pitch black, with no teeth or tongue, and an extremely shrill cat cry came from the mouth, which was as dark as a black hole.
The moment she saw him, Sakurai felt her body temperature dropping rapidly, as if something was being pulled out of her body.
In less than ten seconds, he lost his vital signs.
Looking at Sakurai who was motionless, like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank, the little boy couldn't help but let out a sharp, weird laugh mixed with a cat's meow.
Before the little boy could be happy for long, Sakurai, who had lost all response, moved his fingers twice and then opened his eyes again.
"It's a nice gift for meeting you. It's impolite if you don't reciprocate. I'll give you a gift, little friend."
"Hope you like it."
Sakurai, who was killed by Kaimen, said this with his right hand already grasping the handle of the Aragamiya sword.