Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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She put down the potato chips in her hand, picked up the clips from the drawer under the table, and sealed the potato chips and all the snacks on the table one by one with gentle and meticulous movements.

She did it slowly, without deliberately procrastinating, simply doing what was the most routine thing for her in silence.

Dou Tang just stood there, watching her do these things.

After sealing all the snacks, she stood up and took down the clothes drying on the balcony. For her, in such a humid environment, the clothes would never dry.

Her beautiful figure was enveloped in her black hair, as if she were wearing a bodysuit. Her back was to Dou Tang, and the sunlight from the window shone on her, even casting a triangular patch of light between her legs.

She took all the clothes and put them on one by one, from underwear to long skirts, then to stockings and headbands. Finally, a woman of the night with her hair in a high ponytail appeared before her.

Kuroki Keisaki turned around, laughing through her tears, suppressing the trembling all over her body.

"Kiryu-sama, I'm ready."

I'm back from moving, with my manuscript with me.

Let's do the math.

I get off work at 5 p.m. every day, get home at 6 p.m., spend an hour and a half exercising, eating, doing laundry and other normal daily activities, and then start writing at 7:30 p.m.

My writing speed is over two thousand words per hour.

Each of the two books has two chapters, totaling 8000 words. Including the brainstorming and organizing, it took four hours.

After finishing writing, it was already 11:30. I then washed up and went to bed.

I get up at seven and go to work.

This kind of life will be my future and routine for a long time to come, plus all the business trips. To be honest, this means I won't have any personal leisure time at all.

I've been ignoring everyone for so long, so long that everyone thought I'd run away or quit.

But I'm back.

Even though my book club was inexplicably attacked, even though moving disrupted my life, even though family members' illnesses further reduced my energy, even though the pressure of survival made it impossible for me to continue writing full-time.

I came back anyway.

No matter how slowly I write, no matter if anyone is watching, I will not give up on my work. Even if I have to crawl like a snail, I will still be able to crawl out these two books word by word, following the snail's path.

Thank you all for your support. If you feel I am worthy of your continued support, then I am truly honored.

If you'd like to exchange ideas, you're welcome. Join our book club: 101669559. I'm eager for you to share your opinions and feelings about me.

Chapter 88 I Want You to Live

Looking at the woman in front of him, Dou Tang felt awkward for the first time.

She loves life and enjoys every moment of it. Even after experiencing hardships, she still cherishes all the beauty of being human. Even as someone with a special profession, she has not given up on herself and is deeply loved by the women in the shop.

Dou Tang was thus in a difficult position, more so than ever before.

She hadn't enjoyed life enough yet. Even though her life was painful and off track, she still...never gave up. Even after the unexpected disaster, she wanted to continue to maintain that simple and precious life as an evil spirit.

Now she was trembling, barely accepting her eventual death as she had always bowed to life.

This city turned a girl into a woman, a rose in the dust of the world, and even trampled her, causing her to wither. In the end, it forced her to bow her head and face her death.

It shouldn't be like this.

Dou Tang thought to himself.

He closed his eyes and suddenly felt an indescribable pain and palpitation welling up in his heart. The evil spirit in front of him, who kept bowing his head and compromising, had probably only done one thing willingly in the past ten years: to fight and kill the yakuza who had killed him. And now he was going to send such a person who still loved this world to the other side... Was this really okay?

His voice was a little hoarse as he asked softly, "Do you want to die?"

Upon hearing these words, Kuroki Keisaki's trembling suddenly stopped. She didn't dare to raise her head, but instead gripped the floor with her hands. Finally, she turned her head over, grabbed her head, and tore at her hair.

She sobbed, her long hair falling to the ground like black flowers.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to..."

"I want to live, to live..."

Her voice was filled with despair and resentment, causing Dou Tang to take a deep breath and sigh.

“Raise your head,” Dou Tang said, making up his mind.

"Kuroki Keizaki, I don't intend to let you die, at least not now."

Kuroki Keisaki suddenly raised her head, looking at Tou Tang in disbelief.

Dou Tang looked down at her, his eyes filled with pity and a sense of detachment that seemed to have come to terms with things.

"I still need your ability. You can see the crown, right? Help me, help me win all the crowns in the world. At the very end, we'll talk about your life and death."

"Whether you live as an evil spirit or bid farewell to this world, it's up to you."

Dou Tang reached out and pinched Kuroki Keizaki's chin, continuing calmly, "Tell me your choice, Kuroki Keizaki. It's your own choice. If you want to live, you have to learn to say it yourself."

He could feel the soul before him becoming more active, more joyful, and more hopeful.

A hopeful evil spirit, just like Jiangdao Yizai, whom Dou Tang had recently encountered.

In this world where exorcists have chosen to fall, have these evil spirits become... more human than they actually are?

He lifted Kuroki Keisaki's chin, and she took a deep breath. The damp air slowly filled the air with a humid smell.

Finally, she nodded and said, "I want to live, Kiryu-sama, I want to live a good life."

Then she gritted her teeth, tears welling in her eyes, and looked at Tou Tang in front of her: "I want to live more beautifully than anyone else, better than anyone else, and happier than anyone else, Kiryu-sama."

"Very good." Dou Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

………………

Morning Star Group office building.

Dou Tang rode his motorcycle into the underground parking lot.

A person sat in the back seat, wearing a long white dress that clung to their body, with thick, jet-black hair spilling out from their helmet and swaying in the wind.

He parked the car and reached out to help the woman in the back seat out of the car.

He took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars, then tapped the woman's helmet in front of him.

The woman covered her helmet with her hands, looking somewhat shy, as if she didn't want to take it off.

"Wear it if you want," Dou Tang said, not forcing her, and led her toward the elevator.

After taking the elevator to the top floor, the two walked through the golden corridor, and Dou Tang pushed open the door to Xing Yiren's office.

Xingyi was sitting in a chair looking at his phone when he looked up...

He was stunned for a moment, then his scarred face twisted and became ferocious.

Almost instantly, he pulled a gun from the drawer and aimed it at the woman behind Dou Tang.

Dou Tang raised his hand to stop them: "Don't fire, she's no longer a threat."

Xingyi wouldn't listen to Dou Tang's side of the story. He still held up his gun and said, "Kid, what the hell is going on here?"

Dou Tang gestured for Kuroki Keisaki to remove her helmet, and said at the same time, "It's very simple. I've subdued her. She's no threat now, just like my shikigami. Do you understand?"

Kuroki Keisaki obediently removed her helmet, revealing her somewhat pale and pitiful face. She smiled and greeted, "Hello, team leader."

The scene before him was far beyond Hoshino's comprehension. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered the gun and said, "Kuroki Keisaki... a shikigami? She's your shikigami now?"

Dou Tang sat down in front of Xing Yiren and shrugged, saying, "You can understand it that way."

"Are you an Onmyoji?"

"I just said you could interpret it that way, I didn't say it was really a shikigami."

Xingyi was silent for a moment, then his expression turned ugly, and he said coldly, "Then why did you bring her to see me now? She killed quite a few of my people."

"Let me tell you, she is no longer a threat to you, that's all." Dou Tang turned his chair to face Kuroki Keisaki sideways and said, "Moreover, in order to make a living, she can take care of some supernatural matters for you, just like I took care of her for you before."

“But she killed my men,” Xingyiren sneered.

"I think she helped you eliminate those dangerous elements in the group who outwardly obeyed but inwardly did not follow your orders," Dou Tang said jokingly.

Xingyi thought it over for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

“Fine, my partner has already told me about this, so what’s done is done and I won’t say anything.” He stared intently at Dou Tang. “But I want a promise.”

"If the Morning Star Group runs into any trouble, you must help them. As for the reward, you will definitely not be shortchanged. How about it?"

In fact, Hoshino had considered finding other exorcists, but ordinary exorcists were still somewhat inadequate against the targets of Crown Games. Although he did not know the reason, he understood that Toudou and Kuroki Keisaki were definitely extraordinary figures in that circle, and he still wanted to win them over.

Dou Tang needs the Morning Star Group's intelligence network, while the Morning Star Group receives help from Dou Tang and Kuroki Keisaki, so it can be considered a mutual assistance.

Dou Tang glanced at Kuroki Keisaki, and seeing that she didn't object, he nodded.

"Deal, Team Leader Xing."

Chapter 89 One Sword

Birthday.

Kiryu Tou-tang's birthday is also Ren Tou-tang's birthday.

This is his second birthday in this world. On his last birthday, he and Huaiyin were exorcising demons in a wasteland plagued by evil spirits. The birthday cake was a cream bread bought from a convenience store, with two candles stuck in it.

That day, Huaiyin sang him a birthday song with red eyes. Doutang held her, staring blankly at the firelight without saying a word. A strong evil wind blew around them, and the ghosts and monsters in the wasteland howled, but none of them dared to approach.

A year has passed.

So much has happened in just one year.

That year, Dou Tang met Lu Zizhen, bought a new apartment with Huaiyin, and began to operate in Tokyo as Fall Guys.

He met Ejima Iya, killed Ao Oni, Ito Oogami, Siren-head, and also encountered Kuroki Keisaki.

They investigated the cause of Ejima Izai's death, uncovered the secret of Itsuki Private Academy, and helped Kuroki Keizaki complete his revenge.

At the same time, Dou Tang also felt a sense of unease. More and more doubts were shrouding him. Whether it was the monster represented by the black cat Mikazuki, the resurrected Ryunosuke, or the mysterious Ito priest, they all meant that there were many beings in this world who were eyeing him, and all sorts of troubles were coming his way.

But now, he just wants to celebrate his birthday.

After sending Kuroki Keisaki back, it was already evening. Only then did he go to the safe house to pack his things and prepare to go home.

I had just finished packing my things and arrived at the parking lot when I was hit by a chilling aura, along with... a foul stench.

...Another person came to our door.

It was a tall man wearing a hood, carrying a long box in his arms. His face was ashen and he didn't look alive. When he saw Dou Tang walk out of the elevator, he slowly walked forward.

Happy birthday, Mr. Ren.

Upon hearing this, Dou Tang was extremely surprised, and his expression turned unfriendly.

The creature in front of him was not a living person, but a vengeful spirit residing in a corpse. Although it was not powerful, the ability to possess people gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Not to mention what this guy said.

Happy birthday, Mr. Ren.

He knows he is Mr. Ren and he also knows his birthday.

Dou Tang took off his backpack and threw it on the ground, rubbing his hands together and said, "Ah, thank you, but... who are you?"

Seeing that he looked like he was about to attack, the tall man quickly took two steps back, then held up the long box with both hands and said with utmost respect, "This is a gift for you, Mr. Ren. Please believe us, we have no ill intentions."

Dou Tang looked down at the long box, then asked, "I want to know, who asked you to send me this gift?"

"...He's an acquaintance of yours. I'm sorry, this is all I can tell you," the tall man said, neither humble nor arrogant.

Dou Tang frowned deeply and reached for the long box.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, his pupils contracted slightly, and his brows furrowed.

Inside the box... was a sword, or more precisely, an extremely ancient-looking Warring States period longsword, wider and thinner than a Han dynasty sword, with a thin yet sharp blade, engraved with a grid-like pattern on the blade, and the guard depicting a fanged taotie.

The sword and its sheath are kept separate.

Dou Tang took a deep breath, unable to contain his shock.

This is impossible……

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and gripped it tightly, while his other hand held the scabbard.

With a longsword in one hand and a scabbard in the other, the long box landed with a dull thud, but Dou Tang paid no attention; all his attention was focused on the sword.

The hilt was just big enough for him to grip tightly in one hand, and the blade was less than a meter long. According to Dou Tang's memory, it should be about 75 centimeters long, which he remembered clearly.

He'd held this sword for twenty years; how could he not know it?