This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame

"But Beichuan..." Shenzhu Shihui still wanted to say more.

"No buts." Beichuan Si shook his head, took two steps forward, just enough to shield Magong Yongshi and Shenzhu Shihui: "Now, you can't be my support anymore; instead, you'll distract me."

Although Beichuan Si's words were somewhat harsh, both Magong Yongshi and Shenzhu Shihui knew everything he said was the truth.

As long as the two of them get their Spiritual Body contaminated with even a bit of the other's crimson malice, their Spiritual Body will naturally, like Beichuan Si's death aura, be rapidly corrupted by the malice.

By then, they must discard that part of the Spiritual Body to ensure their own safety.

Looking at Beichuan Si's back, blocking in front of them, Magong Yongshi gritted her teeth, then turned to look at Shenzhu Shihui: "Enter the Shinra Bell! Sister!"

"...But to truly let Beichuan handle this alone..."

Always carefree, Shenzhu Shihui showed a hesitant expression.

She glanced at Beichuan Si, then at Magong Yongshi, who was full of unwillingness, and finally silently nodded.

Her sister worries about Beichuan Si even more intensely than she does... This Shenzhu Shihui clearly knows.

Yet, even Magong Yongshi, who worries so much about Beichuan Si, made such a difficult choice at this moment...

What else can she say?

"If you can't win, remember to run, Beichuan! We don't need to fight this guy to the death!" Shenzhu Shihui left this final message before fully entering the Shinra Bell.

Words may be rude, but the reasoning isn't—typical of Shenzhu Shihui.

Beichuan Si never intended to fight the spirit to the death.

Because the best outcome now would be to exorcise the spirit, but he'd be severely injured, unable to move.

Beichuan Si still has matters about Shen Gu Mirai to resolve; it's unnecessary to battle this Calamity Spirit to the death here.

Seeing Shenzhu Shihui and Magong Yongshi fully enter the Shinra Bell, Beichuan Si hesitated no more.

He again dodged a pale hand striking from the darkness, and at a step, ran backward.

And as he ran, the Crimson Evil Spirit followed closely behind.

"Fall... fall with me..."

A broken, unconscious voice echoed.

The wooden floorboards were lifted by the pale hand, accompanied by the urgent, heavy footsteps pressing like weights on one's chest!

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

At such speed, in the blink of an eye, Beichuan Si reached the previous corner!

But due to his forward momentum being too fast, he couldn't stop his pace.

Under such circumstances, Beichuan Si kicked the wall, leveraging that force to pivot skillfully.

As soon as he pivoted, the Crimson Evil Spirit behind him smashed into the wall.

The liquified Spiritual Body exploded instantly.

Crimson eyeballs, dissolved tongues with only half remaining, shriveled internal organs all scattered over the ground.

It looked brutally fierce.

But quickly, the crimson malice flowed back, pulling these parts together again into a human form, chasing after him once more!

Beichuan Si naturally couldn't corner himself in a small room with such a monster; he'd already burst out from the passage, leaving the Mouchi Main Family far behind, emerging into the villagers' living area outside.

With so many buildings in the way, even if the Crimson Evil Spirit wanted to find him, it wouldn't be so easy—

"But unexpected things do happen."

Beichuan Si watched as old houses were knocked down one by one behind him, raising an eyebrow involuntarily.

It seemed the spirit had some means to track him; staying in this area was far from safe.

Thinking this, Beichuan Si moved his feet, ready to change locations.

But a pale hand, writhing continuously, shot out from the dark, forcing him to draw Jian Ding and slice it in two.

Black liquid splattered!

At the moment the hand was severed, the distant Crimson Evil Spirit let out a piercing scream, smashing into several old-style houses, charging straight at Beichuan Si.

This accursed spirit...

Beichuan Si slightly shifted his body, narrowly dodging its collision, avoiding a fate of being mashed to a pulp.

Nishijou Kurenai clung tightly to Beichuan Si's shoulder, her little doll face tugged backward by the powerful wind pressure.

It seemed there was no other way for now.

Beichuan Si drew Jian Ding again and stuffed Nishijou Kurenai into his front pocket, leaving only her little head visible.

If the spirit won't let him leave easily, he'd have to fight his way through somehow.

Beichuan Si stepped hard, then without retreating, charged directly at the Scarlet Vengeful Spirit.

The bright silver Jian Ding sliced a clear glint through the air.

Swish!!!

The spirit's head flew backward in an instant.

Yet, this did not end easily.

Beichuan Si's eyes shifted, his arm pulled sideways, driving his wrist and hand.

Jian Ding, tinged with crimson silver light, flashed again!

Swish swish swish swish!

The airborne head was dissected by Beichuan Si before even hitting the ground!

Boom!!!

Before Beichuan Si landed, the ghostly blue fire targeted the mutilated head and scattered.

The fire, fueled, blazed intensely!

After all, the malice was just resilient kindling, impossible to extinguish the fire once cut into such pieces.

However—

"It seems it doesn't need to extinguish the fire..."