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A crimson knife flashed, and a thin line appeared on the little boy's neck.
Unbearable pain spread from his neck throughout his body. He let out a few incomprehensible "ahhh" sounds, loosened his grip on Sakurai's hand, and rolled on the ground. The little boy was engulfed by flames that were invisible to the naked eye, and after struggling for a while, he fell to the ground with a bang.
It turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.
"Do you like it, little Saeki Toshio?"
"If there is still a way for you to survive."
“You are welcome to come to me for feedback.”
Sakurai said this as he lifted up his trouser leg and looked at the dark blue hand print that was about to disappear at his ankle.
Ignoring the sharp and resentful scream of a woman coming from his ears, Sakurai found out the identity of the little boy based on the information provided by the bartender.
The little boy's name was Toshio Saeki. He disappeared when his parents died at the age of six.
The bartender also sent his death experience to Sakurai.
Before he died, he was locked in a closet by his furious father.
Unable to escape from the closet, he moved to the ceiling and witnessed the entire process of his father torturing and killing his mother.
Eventually, after his father was killed by his mother who was transformed into a ghost, he was unable to leave the closet and starved to death, becoming a part of the Grudge.
He was not even as old as Xiao Yexiao when he was alive, but he suffered such a tragedy. Even Sakurai would feel pity and regret for this.
But--
This does not mean that he deserves forgiveness for becoming the Grudge and assisting Kayako in killing people.
There is no room for forgiveness for those who are accomplices of the evildoer.
Whatever the reason, after his death he became a minion who slaughtered humans.
The only outcome for minions is that they will be cut off.
There is no other possibility.
Sakurai has no control over other people, but at least for him, there is not even the slightest possibility.
In Sakurai's opinion, completely disappearing from this world is the only relief for Saeki Toshio.
So..
After solving the door-opening kill, it's time to take a step further.
Sakurai walked into the cursed house with brisk steps, as if he was taking a walk at a friend's house.
【The Grudge】·Kayako, please give me your guidance from now on.
Can you make my heart beat faster?
The perfect form among the strange stories, The Grudge.
Walking on the abandoned tatami, Sakurai squinted his eyes slightly the whole time.
His strong fighting instinct told him that he had been "locked" by something indescribable.
The curse followed him like a shadow and could attack him at any time and anywhere. This feeling became stronger and stronger since he stepped into the house.
Like a shadow, it is everywhere.
In the end, Sakurai even felt the other party's naked murderous intent that was almost touching his face.
And the appetite and desire that has almost no retreat from itself.
It's really disgusting, this guy, this sticky feeling is really nauseating.
It was as if it was hanging somewhere he couldn't see, something with disheveled hair and scars that kept making rustling sounds, and its eyes were full of his reflection.
She was filled with a terrifying and creepy aura, and all she could see was herself.
Like all the supernatural beings so far, Kayako, as a ghost story teller, is also full of [desires].
As expected, I am more popular with spirits than humans?
But unfortunately, I only have the utmost murderous intent and hostility towards you. Other than that...
I don't have any good feelings at all.
Otherwise, if there is a chance, maybe I could have a love story between a human and a ghost.
Well...
This is just impossible.
As for this guy Sakurai, there are only two options for dealing with supernatural beings: kill them now or let them linger and kill them later.
Well...
Now maybe we can add an option for a little midnight snack so she can use it.
In short, Sakurai was given the title of "Psychic Killer".
There is absolutely no compatibility between him and the supernatural.
48. The Grudge Returns
After a quick search of the first floor, Sakurai determined that there was nothing to be found and fixed his gaze on the stairs leading to the second floor.
When Sakurai stepped onto the stairs and was about to go up to the second floor, a pair of pale hands grabbed Sakurai's body in the dark room.
A woman with a pale body and a distorted face was laughing. Her hands, neck and even all the bones in her body seemed to be broken, deformed and twisted unnaturally. She appeared out of thin air behind Sakurai in a strange and weird posture.
It looks like a puppet on a string, or like building blocks randomly put together by a naughty child for no reason.
With her body facing downwards, she first grabbed Sakurai's back and then climbed all the way down.
Kayako, with a distorted and scarred face, clung tightly to Sakurai's back, and then...
He hugged Sakurai's body.
The whole process took only three seconds to complete the [Seal] of Sakurai.
The moment Sakurai was touched by Kayako, her body froze in place, just like when she was touched by Saeki Toshio not long ago, and her skin instantly lost its blood color and turned blue and white, a sickly white color as if she had lost a lot of blood.
Kayako hugged Sakurai like a lover, with her chin almost resting on Sakurai's shoulder.
The long black hair fell vertically in front of Sakurai. A strange smell of a rotting corpse emerged from Kayako's body and finally poured into Sakurai's nostrils.
If someone else smelled it, they would probably retch instantly due to physiological nausea.
But unfortunately, her target is Sakurai.
This move didn't have even the slightest effect on Sakurai.
I didn't feel nauseous because of the stench, nor did I feel panic because I couldn't control my body.
After experiencing Toshio Saeki's greeting gift, how could he be panicked by the same scene?
Sakurai stood there expressionlessly, keeping one foot suspended in the air, and then he fell forward uncontrollably.
At the same time, the palm that was stiff in the air slid towards the waist due to gravity and the pressure of the stairs, and happened to touch the Wild God Tooth that had been hanging on the waist.
The moment it touched the back of his hand, the crimson blade glowed faintly, and an invisible heat wrapped around Sakurai's body. In just one second, the heat spread along Sakurai's body to Kayako, who was hugging him tightly.
The strange bubbling sound of Lololo changed shape, and it let go of Sakurai's body as if it was electrocuted. It was as if a red-hot iron was being pressed against Kayako's body, and a lot of white smoke was coming out of it.
With foul smelling smoke.
Kayako opened her mouth, made a few gurgling sounds, looked at Sakurai with resentment, and then disappeared after a brief stay.
It's as if it never existed.
The room returned to silence and there was nothing in it, no ghosts or strange stories. Sakurai was the only one performing an absurd pantomime.
"Ah..."
Sakurai finally regained control of his body, supported himself on the steps with his left hand, pushed down, then pulled himself up and stood up again.
"That's a good attack. If it were someone else, you would have killed him in an instant."
"As expected of a perfect ghost story."
Sakurai, who was very satisfied with Kayako's sudden attack, made this comment.
Then...
The raised foot finally landed and stepped onto the first step leading to the second floor.
There were bubbling sounds coming from all directions, and with Sakurai as the center, pale arms stretched out from every corner around him.
Countless women with pale and distorted faces all made rustling sounds and rushed towards Sakurai.
The pale, scarred face, the hollow look, and the cry that sounded like sparkling water.
These guys...
They are all Kayako.
"A sneak attack can't solve me, so are you going to resort to a group fight?"
"But I can't do anything about this level of attack."
With a swish, the Aragami Fang came out and casually pierced through the chest of Kayako, who was the first one to come to him. Sakurai, who was too lazy to waste time on such a clone, shouted in a low voice -
"Roar, Wild God Fang—"
"Expand the field."
"A Hundred Flowers in Disarray, Blazing Flames Devouring the Soul."
The crimson lotus blooms and then withers.
Sakurai closed his eyes and walked up step by step.
After the 119-second countdown, everything was silent.
It wasn't even the slightest bit different from when he closed his eyes just now.
Except for the stinking smell on the tatami...
Black ashes.
When Sakurai opened his eyes again, he had already walked down the stairs to the second floor.