Floating above people's spiritual bodies exists a type of soul container known as a "Soul Hanger."
Kanjuro was returning to school with an air of casual indifference, as if he had merely gone for an ordinary stroll.
Today, Yukinoshita Yukino had been discharged from the hospital and had officially returned to class.
Her view of Kanjuro was extremely complex—harboring deep-seated hatred, yet unable to let go of the sinking sense of dominance he provided, much like the spear of longinus.
Her bodily instincts had long been completely taken over by Kanjuro, and a twisted desire was germinating in the depths of her heart. She hated Kanjuro, yet found herself utterly unable to leave him.
"How has the situation at your home been the past day or two?" Kanjuro leisurely approached Yukinoshita Yukino's seat during a break after class.
Dressed in an elegant kimono, although she was still sitting in a wheelchair, her expression revealed a clear sense of unease.
"Master Kanjuro, I beg of you, please let me go. Don't target the people around me anymore." Her voice carried a hint of mournful pleading.
"But, wasn't the person who killed your brother you yourself?" Kanjuro's words were like cold needles, stabbing into her deepest wound.
Yukinoshita Yukino forced a nod and barely managed to look up at Kanjuro, her eyes filled with a near-desperate resignation: "I know, I am a sinner. It is all my fault."
Her posture appeared exceptionally pious, like a believer facing a deity.
Ever since she saw that even the arrogant Morimoto Leona was completely submissive to Kanjuro today, she fully understood that a demon like Kanjuro was someone she could never afford to offend, nor could she ever escape.
Kanjuro leaned down and lightly bit her ear. "I'm going to your house tonight."
"Tonight... is my brother's funeral," Yukinoshita Yukino whispered sorrowfully.
"It's fine," Kanjuro's hand quietly slipped into the inside of her collar, his tone seductive. "At the funeral, don't you want to... with me?"
Yukinoshita Yukino's face flushed instantly. Her reason told her this was an unacceptable scenario, yet deep within her body, a morbid sense of excitement and stimulation surged uncontrollably because of Kanjuro's sacrilegious words.
She realized in despair that she was truly beyond saving; both her soul and body had been completely dominated by Kanjuro's power derived from the dark bible.
Night fell, and the curtain of rain hung low.
A drizzling rain fell from the sky, as if adding a few more layers of grief to this funeral.
The Yukinoshita Family was one of the top prestigious clans in the area, possessing deep-rooted power and significant connections within the police force.
The future star of the family—Yukinoshita Kiyomasa, the youngest police chief in Chiba Prefecture—had become a cold corpse, his cause of death a mystery.
The police could find no valuable clues at the scene. After completing the autopsy report, they could only helplessly proceed with the funeral.
Holding a black umbrella, Kanjuro leisurely arrived at the Yukinoshita Family's annex.
The person responsible for reception at the door looked puzzled.
"I am a friend of Yukinoshita Yukino," Kanjuro nodded with a gentle smile, his handsome face appearing exceptionally clear in the rain.
"Her family has suffered such a tragedy; as a friend, I've come specifically to visit." A faint, subtle charm flowed in his eyes, causing the female housekeeper at the door to feel her heart flutter and her cheeks redden as she subconsciously stepped aside.
Kanjuro walked into the interior of the annex.
Low chants of mourning echoed in the air, like a sorrowful elegy being sung.
A heavy coffin was placed in the center of the hall, and a black-and-white memorial portrait of Yukinoshita Kiyomasa hung on the wall. His sharp gaze in the photograph formed a cruel contrast with the current deathly silence.
Yukinoshita Yukino sat in her wheelchair, looking around restlessly, the panic in her heart almost overflowing from her eyes.
"What's wrong? Seiga, if you're not feeling well, go back and rest first."
The speaker was Yukinoshita Yukino's mother—Mrs. Yukinoshita. She had a graceful figure and wore a proper black mourning dress, her face still retaining its charm despite the marks of concern and sorrow.
Kanjuro's gaze swept over, and the Eye of Truth activated silently.
[Mrs. Yukinoshita: A classic Yamato Nadeshiko; gentle and kind in appearance, she wholeheartedly supports her husband's career and uses the family's connections to bring many benefits to the household. However, deep down, she desperately craves genuine affection, which her husband has always failed to provide.]
"Failed to provide?" A smile curled at the corner of Kanjuro's mouth. The weaknesses of human nature were always the toys he most enjoyed testing.
Yukinoshita Yukino's gaze met Kanjuro's in mid-air.
In that instant, Kanjuro clearly saw the "Soul Hanger" floating above Yukinoshita Yukino's spiritual body.
Kanjuro's consciousness detached from his original body and, like putting on a well-fitting piece of clothing, instantly possessed Yukinoshita Yukino's physical form.
"Master! What have you done to me?!" Yukinoshita Yukino's own consciousness screamed in terror within her body.
However, to outsiders, Yukinoshita Yukino, who had been sitting in the wheelchair, suddenly stood up!
"Seiga! Your injury..." Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at her daughter in shock, and the gazes from those around them were filled with surprise and confusion.
"Seiga, what's going on?"
The relatives and friends keenly noticed that "Yukinoshita Yukino's" expression had become exceptionally cold, and her eyes held a strange, chilling glint.
At this moment, Kanjuro, controlling this body, clearly felt the helpless and sorrowful weeping of the girl's original soul.
He laughed morbidly in the depths of his consciousness: "Using your hands to slaughter your entire family. Seiga, do you know? From the very beginning, you should never have offended me."
"No—!" Yukinoshita Yukino's soul screamed in despair from within. "I beg of you, don't kill my family!"
The body whispered at times and fell silent at others; to those watching, it looked as if Yukinoshita Yukino had lost her mind due to excessive grief and was talking to herself.
"It must be Kiyomasa's death; the blow was too much for this child..." Yukinoshita Seiga's father had a haggard face and a hoarse voice.
Before his voice could fade, a sudden change occurred!
A thick, ink-like black mist spread out without warning, carrying a bone-chilling cold and a sacrilegious aura.
Using this body, Kanjuro channeled the evil incantations from the dark bible.
In the air, countless twisted, slimy black tentacles emerged out of nowhere, like demonic creatures from the abyss, carrying an aura of total destruction as they instantly pierced through the heart of Yukinoshita Seiga's father!
Warm blood sprayed out, staining the solemn floor red.
"Yukinoshita Yukino's" face wore a hideous smile as her arms waved, controlling the eerie tentacles that flew through the air.
The entire funeral scene was transformed into a living hell!
Wherever the tentacles reached, flesh and blood flew; shrill screams rose one after another, forming a hellish symphony with the previous chanting.
Some tried to run, only to be ruthlessly entangled and torn apart by the lightning-fast tentacles. A rain of blood fell, dyeing the elegant courtyard a piercing crimson.
Mrs. Yukinoshita stood frozen on the spot, witnessing this indescribable scene of horror. Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were filled with ultimate fear and despair.
She saw her daughter—Yukinoshita Yukino—surrounded by an ominous black aura, her eyes flashing with a brownish-red, evil light, controlling tentacles like a demon to slaughter her own kin!
Her mind completely collapsed.
She rushed frantically in front of "Yukinoshita Yukino," grabbed her arms, and cried out hysterically: "What are you doing! Seiga! What on earth are you doing!!!"
"Yukinoshita Yukino's" body suddenly shuddered, and the evil red light in her eyes abruptly faded.
Kanjuro's soul quietly departed like an ebbing tide.
Regaining control of her body, Yukinoshita Yukino looked blankly at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood around her, and endless tears instantly burst forth.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She collapsed to the ground, only able to helplessly repeat those hollow words.
"Tell me... what exactly happened?" Mrs. Yukinoshita suppressed her immense grief and fear. She still couldn't believe that everything before her eyes was her daughter's intention; a faint sliver of hope still remained deep within her heart.
Yukinoshita Yukino lifted her head, her vision blurred by tears as she tried to explain, but she suddenly saw an elegant figure walking leisurely behind her mother.
It was Kanjuro, who had recovered his original body after the possession ended.
Like a demon strolling out from the depths of hell, he carried a composed elegance as he stepped over the blood and corpses covering the floor, slowly walking toward the mother and daughter who were in a desperate situation.
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