Dusk is the time when day and night intertwine. Usually, at this time, things that do not belong to the world of the living manifest and become active. Illusion and reality overlap, and this time is also known as the Hour of Meeting Demons.
Meeting Demons means encountering supernatural events, and this time period is also the most likely time to encounter spiritual incidents...
There were once records of people walking on deserted streets at dusk who heard the voices of deceased loved ones calling their names from behind them.
If they answered, they would be led into the world of the dead and never be able to return...
At this moment, in the gloomy mountain forest, Kitahara's body was frozen in place. He looked at the seemingly endless dark forest ahead, his pupils dilated, and his breathing involuntarily slowed.
Countless conjectures flashed through his mind...
What exactly was that thing?
Crack!
Run!
The moment the sound came, Kitahara felt as if a string in his brain suddenly snapped, and then his body, as if it had a will of its own, swiftly fled in the direction away from the sound.
And then...
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...
The sound of some large bird-like creature running through the woods suddenly erupted...
Branches and leaves were constantly being crushed...
Kitahara felt that the moment he moved, that unknown creature also started running. Behind him, footsteps rapidly approached, accompanied by an increasingly Rich stench.
Yes, this stench, like a rotting corpse, was emanating from it.
Kitahara's brain worked quickly.
The huge Sakura Tree was thick enough for ten people to embrace, and its massive trunk was wrapped with red and white shimenawa.
However, although the shimenawa represented sacred decorations, its surface was covered with blood-red talismans, seemingly both enshrining the huge Sakura Tree as a divine body and serving as a form of seal for it.
Under the huge Sakura Tree, among the two children, the girl who appeared to be of higher status smiled and spoke to the other girl, who was clearly of lower status.
"When we grow up, we'll never be separated, okay…"
Then the scene instantly tore apart…
Only remaining was a bloody figure holding a bone-chopping knife under the blood-red moon, continuously swinging it at her body lying on the ground…
Flesh splattered, eyes vacant; her body, like soft marshmallow, was easily cut and dismembered section by section…
She stretched out her arm, which hadn't been chopped off yet, trying to grasp something…
Crack!
Thud!
Her tender white arm directly fell to the floor, blood splattering… staining the entire wooden floor red…
"Save… me…"
A desperate cry, exuding an unimaginable terrifying will to survive, and then, Kitahara saw…
A beautiful head…
Embedded in the dark lightning-struck wood, she quietly opened her eyes…
Staring at the lightning-struck wood, as if seeing the entire world beyond it…
Endless blood-red mist emanated from her body; that was grievance formed from hatred concentrated to the extreme…
It was also a terrifying Resentment that could make any impure thing feel fear.
Within the lightning-struck wood, the girl did not die; she continued to exist in another way…
Neither a god nor a spirit…
After that…
She slowly turned her head and met Kitahara's gaze…
…
"Ugh…"
Kitahara immediately covered his eyes, letting out a cry of pain…
Blood seeped from between his fingers…
Is this the side effect of using the item…
The gaze from that head was truly too terrifying…
Her dark eyes seemed to be flowing with blood…
That grievance that seemed about to materialize…
And that terrifying Resentment that forcefully transformed her into an undead monster…
She… was definitely a taboo on this mountain…
Kitahara felt as if his brain was splitting open; using the Yujin Chi no tori consumed a great deal of his mental energy.
However, with such a terrifying existence inside…
No wonder it was favored and plundered by the system.