Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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The Ferris wheel's appearance must come from Dou Tang's current memories, and most importantly... those memories of being alone with her.

The expression on Dou Tang's face changed; after his smile disappeared, he was bewildered and surprised, and then the surprise turned into relief.

"So I was dreaming again..." He looked around and clicked his tongue.

Huaiyin immediately realized that this was the Doutang she knew, the one he knew now.

He realized he was dreaming? That means this is... his lucid dream?

"This time it's a water park? Hmm, I kind of miss it." Dou Tang was very familiar with this place. He stood up and looked around, his eyes looking somewhat forlorn. "It really brings back memories, but this Ferris wheel is not right."

He turned to look at Huaiyin, raised his hand, and gently rubbed Huaiyin's head, saying, "And you, what are you doing here?"

Huaiyin didn't know how to answer, so she could only remain silent, her timid eyes fixed on Doutang without letting go for a moment.

Dou Tang seemed unaware that the current Huaiyin was real, treating this place as his dream. He turned around, looked around, picked up the yogurt on the table, took a sip, and comfortably squinted his eyes.

"This tastes so authentic...it brings back so many memories."

He sat back in his chair, crossed his legs, looked around, felt the evening breeze, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to the sound of the carousel and the sound of the wind rustling the leaves.

Looking at Dou Tang in front of him, Huai Yin felt a sad and lonely atmosphere surrounding him. Although he had the face of a young man, his expression was as if he had seen the weariness of life.

"Huaiyin." He suddenly opened his eyes.

"Thank you." Dou Tang smiled happily, a smile full of joy and satisfaction at having achieved her wish.

These words made Huaiyin's heart race. She thought she had been found out and couldn't help but feel nervous.

But Dou Tang just turned his head to look at the Ferris wheel and continued, "I used to live nearby, but I never rode the Ferris wheel here, not even once... until I died."

"So, in my heart, perhaps this thing has always just been a glowing decoration, so much so that my impression of it isn't deep enough, so much so that... the Ferris wheel I dreamed of again was the one with you."

He sipped his yogurt, looked up at the Ferris wheel, his eyes reflecting its colorful lights, filled with a satisfied sense of fulfillment: "So, even when I dream of the past, there are still traces of you."

"I'm very happy."

Huaiyin noticed that Doutang seemed to be talking more. Perhaps only in his dreams could he confide in others without any reservations and express his thoughts without any hesitation.

So, she mustered her courage and said, "Brother..."

"Hmm?" Dou Tang turned around.

Do you feel happy with your life right now?

Upon hearing this, Dou Tang smiled, a genuine and warm smile.

"Of course I'm happy. Being with you and living our simple yet gentle life is such a blessing."

"That's why I often feel scared."

Dou Tang suddenly stood up and went to Huaiyin.

He sat down beside her, staring intently at Huaiyin, as if trying to memorize her face even more deeply.

"When people have something, they are afraid of losing it. For someone like me, death is something I have to deal with all the time."

"The more you plunder the lives of evil spirits, the more you kill monsters that cross the line, the more you will lament the fragility of life." He raised his hand, gently clenched his fist, the edges of which were clearly defined.

"So when I see those deaths, I feel a pang of sadness, realizing how much blood is on my hands... that a single punch can take a human life."

"And those I cherish, those I love, are just as vulnerable..."

"So they are afraid, afraid of their own power, afraid of the world they represent that is beyond human imagination."

Dou Tang sighed, a blue light seemingly gleaming in his eyes, and said, "In the end, I was never meant to have a happy life."

"It's like a wild beast hiding its fangs and disguising itself as a pet, blending in with other pets."

"Those guys have no sharp teeth and live an easy and pleasant life, while I can kill them with a mere flick of my claws. How can I get used to such a life?"

"Sheepdogs are meant to fight wolves. Do you think I, as a sheepdog, am closer to a wolf or a sheep?"

Huaiyin was speechless.

She knew that what Dou Tang said was true.

From the very beginning, Dou Tang was on a completely different level from ordinary people. Just like Kume Chinatsu and Nagaibuki, they were completely ordinary people. As ordinary people, what good results could they possibly get from contacting Dou Tang?

No, that's impossible.

Just from the things they think about, they are completely different from each other.

“So that’s why I became like this.” Huaiyin reached out and grasped Doutang’s fist, looking at him with clear eyes.

She gripped Dou Tang's fist, feeling as if she were holding a solid rock.

Dou Tang looked at Huai Yin in front of him, his eyes darting around.

“Look at me, Ren Doutang,” Huaiyin said softly.

Dou Tang looked up and met her gaze. The two drew closer and closer until they were only two fists apart.

Huaiyin continued in an extremely firm tone, "Look at me now, Ren Doutang."

"That girl who used to cry and could only be protected by you is now a well-known exorcist."

"It is because I want to get closer to you, and want to stay by your side no matter what, that I have become this way."

She slowly pried open Dou Tang's fist, and Huaiyin held his hand, feeling incredibly safe.

"Your little sheepdog has grown up. It's no longer a little lamb. Don't worry about its sharp teeth, and don't restrain your emotions, Ren Doutang."

"If you're prepared to do anything for this happy life, why do you think I won't do the same?"

"Trust me more, be more honest with me," Huaiyin said softly, then nestled into Doutang's arms.

Dou Tang sighed, slowly put his arm around her shoulder, and hugged her tightly.

In Huaiyin's eyes, the dream transformed into blurry light and shadow, crumbling piece by piece.

When Huaiyin opened her eyes again, she was back in her room, and Lu Zizhen was still fast asleep on the other bed next to her.

She sat up.

The bright moon hangs high outside the window, the cold wind howls, and snowflakes fall from the sky.

Huaiyin let out a long breath, her face slightly flushed.

...My God!

Am I really that bold now?! I've already learned to increase his affection level in my dreams!

...Wow, that's amazing! This dream was incredible!

The girl clutched her heart, then collapsed back onto the bed with a thud, rubbing against it for a long time, unable to calm down.

Chapter 258 The War Between Gods and Evil Spirits

In the darkness of the city, deep within its silence, a parade was taking place.

An eerie fog blanketed the streets, dispelling all ordinary people.

Thin-limbed, swollen-bellied demons roamed the streets, carrying lanterns, looking like legendary evil spirits that had jumped out of ukiyo-e prints.

Behind them were several ordinary-looking men with sallow complexions and expressionless faces, carrying ornate palanquins on their shoulders, which were only used during religious ceremonies.

The palanquin was radiant with light and color, alternating between gold and red, and inlaid with magnificent gemstone decorations.

The men swayed the palanquin and strode forward, with little demons clearing the way ahead. A gloomy mist clung to the ground, and a chill enveloped the entire street.

As the procession proceeded, the palanquin emitted a jarring clanging sound that was quite jarring on the street, but no one in the surrounding buildings seemed to be investigating.

The procession of the palanquin was solemn and dignified, and no ordinary person was allowed to disturb it.

The person sitting in the palanquin is the Daofan Okami, a so-called deity who recently arrived in Tokyo and was born out of legend, just like Tamamo-no-Mae.

Although in Dou Tang's view, there might be no difference in fighting power between him and Ito-sama, just as the rank of a god comes from legend rather than power, the high status of Dao Fan-sama is due to his identity.

The so-called "Great God of the Way" refers to the Thousand-Illumination Stone, which Izanagi used to block the path to the underworld in mythology.

The Thousand-Pulse Stone is a stone that requires a thousand people to move. After Izanagi used the Thousand-Pulse Stone to block the road to Yomotsu Hirasaka, he made a vow of determination with his wife Izanami across the stone.

The Thousand-Pulse Stone used to block the Yomotsu Hirasaka was later revered as a deity, known as the Michihan Okami, or the Sei (塞).

The Great God who sits in the Yellow Springs.

Although it sounds terrifying, in the end, this is a world where myths are not real. All the evil spirits that have been created now, bearing the names of gods, are products of misattribution, bound by obsession and the power of the crown.

Gods are really just a title.

But, just like the drifting underworld of Horina, Yomotsu Hirasaka is also a real place.

It is not the land of the dead as in myths and legends, but rather a condensation of the obsessions of the dead on this land over thousands of years. If you had to describe it, it's like an empty pocket that constantly sucks away the souls and obsessions of the dead.

Just like the Haoli that Dou Tang carries on his back, except that Dou Tang is the only entrance and exit of Haoli, which is equivalent to carrying a hell with him.

Yomotsu Hirasaka, on the other hand, is a place that envelops the entire Japanese island.

The gods associated with the underworld are most likely to collect the resentment of the dead and then condense it into their own physical form using a crown as a medium.

Just like the Dao Fan Dashen at this moment.

As soon as something is born, it will have desires. Therefore, the first thing that Dao Fan Da Shen did after his birth was to come to Tokyo and develop his own power.

With the help of the Crown, expanding one's influence is effortless.

The mass exodus of exorcists from Tokyo gave Dohan Oogami an opportunity. Although he knew he wasn't a real god, now that he was known as Dohan Oogami, he longed to make that name more widely known.

Soon after, he received an invitation from a local force in Tokyo.

What made him decide to come was the name of that faction—Zatoichi.

Zatoichi, a blind swordsman in the works of modern writers, is a name that doesn't even qualify as an urban legend, but belongs entirely to the world of ordinary people.

If it weren't for Takeshi Kitano's films, probably no one would know the name Zatoichi.

Today, the original meaning of Zatoichi as a "blind craftsman" has been forgotten. When most people mention Zatoichi, they picture an old, blind swordsman with gray hair.

Dao Fan, the Great God, was eager to know what kind of person would use such an absurd signature to fool a new god born into the world.

"Da da da……"

Footsteps came from not far away, and there was the sound of something hitting the ground, and there was more than one sound.

The fog ahead dissipated, and several people dressed in kimonos emerged from it, as if they had stepped out of a period drama.

Each of them carried a long knife at their waist and held an umbrella in their hand; the sound of them slamming their hands on the ground was the tip of the umbrella striking the earth.

The leader was exceptionally short, with a hunched back, and exuded an air of age, as if he were on his deathbed.

The servants carrying the palanquin asked, "Who goes there?"

“Zatoichi.” The short old man spoke, raising his head. His wrinkled face held no smile, and his cloudy, grayish eyes were fixed precisely on the curtain of the palanquin.

"So it really is Zatoichi..." came the voice of Dohan Okami, as sharp as colliding rocks.

"Fine, if that's what you think, then so be it." The rocks continued to collide, producing a sound that resembled a human voice but sounded incredibly strange: "Lord Zatoichi, what is the purpose of this invitation to meet?"

Zatoichi let out a hoarse laugh, his turbid eyes darting around, and said, "I just want to see what kind of arrogant evil spirit dares to pretend to be a god."

These words immediately turned the previously harmonious atmosphere into a tense standoff.

The little imp carrying the lantern let out a low hiss, and the evil spirits carrying the palanquin all looked angry.

"Ah...so it was a provocation?" At this moment, Dao Fan Da Shen chuckled instead. "My high-profile entry into Tokyo is bound to provoke your reaction, but I didn't expect it to be so extreme and unreasonable."

"Zatoichi, what, do you want to start a war between evil spirits and demons in Tokyo right now?"

Zatoichi shook his head and said, "I just want to tell you that those who are born from obsession cannot be called gods."

"The Great God of the Way? Or perhaps Tamamo-no-Mae, or Emperor Sutoku? Ha..." Zatoichi chuckled, "Anyone who doesn't know better would think they've stumbled into a mythological world."

"They're just a bunch of parasites, fools who only get their bodies by exploiting people's obsessions, yet they shamelessly call themselves gods. Do they really think they're something special?"

He slowly drew the long sword from his waist, his turbid eyes instantly turning crimson, and he grinned like a vengeful ghost: "I am Zatoichi. Even though I use the name of a famous person, I know that I am nothing more than a demon created by humans."

"I heard that killing you will open the gates of Yomotsu Hirasaka?" Zatoichi raised his long sword, pointing it at the distant palanquin: "Kill you, and we will see what Yomotsu is all about."

The evil spirits in suits slowly lowered the palanquin.

A sound like rocks colliding came from inside the palanquin, mixed with a muffled groan of suppressed anger.

So the samurai in kimonos drew their long swords and strode forward to meet the false gods.

At a time when exorcists were scarce, Tokyo finally witnessed its first war between evil spirits.

Chapter 259 When the Snowflakes Flutter