Shin'emon shook his head impatiently. He was now penniless and had a bleak future. He didn't care whether he offended the Kyoto official in front of him.
Moreover, Muramasa was behaving abnormally, acting strangely, and talking nonsense.
Muramasa reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper covered with writing.
"I got this from the villagers,"
Muramasa said, "I don't know the evil deeds of the Volcano monks. They are the emperor's priests, and we are the shogun's people."
"Take it!"
Shin'emon frowned. It turned out that this junior official was still an informant in Kyoto.
"The shogun wants to clean up these cultists."
"Read it!"
Shin Yuemon reluctantly took the note and read it:
"People believe that he is the "mysterious resident" and the brother of the great evil god known as "Amaterasu". When he is summoned, he can come to the surface through specific caves and crevices. Wizards have seen him on Tsushima Road and Busan, North Korea. "
Shin'emon looked at Muramasa with a confused look on his face.
Muramasa looked at him quietly: "Do you understand now?"
"Understand what?"
"The Emperor is the culprit!"
"The story you made up is even more false than the one I wrote!"
With that said, he returned the paper to Muramasa.
"It's all nonsense!"
"Absolutely not!"
Muramasa responded, "Their spells and rituals have been used for thousands of years."
"What spell?"
Muramasa turned and walked towards the door, his lips were bitten until they lost their color.
"The Kamakura witch is just a puppet. She serves Amaterasu. For three hundred years, the witches have prevented the evil god from appearing many times. Now, the Tatars are calling, and the evil god is coming again. I'm going to summon more The wizard comes to prevent its comeback... Before I come back, you must not go to the depths of the secret passage!"
"I still want to write a story, don't worry!"
After Shin'emon finished speaking, he made no other guarantees.
Muramasa hurried out of the door, then stood on the steps, looking around.
The little official who had achieved military success in the Battle of Kyushu was walking hurriedly on the street.
Suddenly, a woman came out of the house next door.
She caught a glimpse of Shinyuemon, her big breasts sticking out. She suddenly began to scream angrily about something.
Shin'emon turned to look at his neighbor in surprise.
His head ached. The woman was walking over, waving her fat fist viciously.
"Why are you scaring my daughter?" she shouted, her dark face turning red. "Why are you trying to scare her with your stupid witchcraft, huh?"
Shinyuemon licked his lips.
"I'm sorry," he said slowly.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't scare your daughter. I just came back from outside... What scared her?"
"Witch—it went to your house, the old witch of Kamakura—"
The neighbor woman stopped talking and opened her mouth.
Her eyes were wide open. He made a very special gesture with his right hand - pointing at Shinemon with his index finger and little finger, while placing his thumb on the other two fingers.
"Old witch!"
The woman cursed and left in a hurry.
Shinyuemon was left confused.
After seeing Muramasa off, he turned around and entered the house.
Before leaving, the clerk left him a small bag of gold coins and asked him to have some fun.
Shin'emon bought sake and paper, ink, pen and inkstone. While drinking, he sat at the table and continued writing, but his mind was in a mess. He wrote and tore the paper, and tore and wrote again.
Finally, he walked around the room, occasionally rubbing his dry and hot Tsukiyo head with his fingers.
"Why don't you write about the war in Kyushu?"
But the atrocities committed by the Tatars in Kyushu probably don’t interest Kyoto customers. Maybe if I write about it, they will be criticized.
The shogunate's spies are invited to tea.
But these crazy thoughts lingered in his mind and couldn't go away.
Why not go to the tunnel and take another look? If you could see the witch herself, wouldn't that unsolvable horror story be easier to complete?
Finally, he went to the "witch room" downstairs.
Shin'emon remained there all afternoon, not writing;
In that dead basement, his headache became less unbearable.
After a while, he fell asleep.
I don’t know how long I slept.
The Noh writer dreamed of the Kamakura Witch, a dark shadow running wildly through the streets, faster than a horse.
Behind her, a gelatinous monster as black and shiny as Mount Fuji squirmed like a caterpillar, chasing and devouring the screaming and fleeing pedestrians on both sides of the street.
The next moment, Shin'emon was floating in the sky, stars and clouds drifting past him.
The octopus-shaped palace was submerged by the sea water, and a frozen starlight appeared around the dark surroundings.
The palace is an extremely intricate and confusing maze...
At some point, Shin'emon had entered a tunnel.
The tunnel made of stones was very narrow, and he had to lie on the ground and crawl through it. The wet, slimy moss-covered stones pressed tightly against his twisting body, and the powerful pressure made him scream softly.
He didn't know how far he crawled in the tunnel, and then crawled through some caves made of stones, and sometimes crawled through some passages. The corners in those passages made his eyes uncomfortable. In this way, he must have crawled in A basement.
The walls and ceiling of the basement are made of huge granite slabs, and between the slabs are some caves that lead to the ground.
In the center of the basement there is a huge slab of gneiss stone, like an altar.
A spring water surged quietly between the stone pillars supporting the tabletop. There was a groove on the outer edge of the tabletop, and there were some disgusting stains on it, the same as the contents of the bowl placed under the spout.
Some people emerged from the dark caverns surrounding the basement - listless human shapes, only their vague outlines visible.
That Mount Fuji caterpillar appears again.
Shin'emon could see the caterpillar's huge, human-shaped face in the light from the wedge-shaped structures carved into the gneiss stone slab.
A zombie-like face, the rotten skull on the forehead has been broken into pieces, and the dents oozed dirty...
Shin'emon wakes up from a nightmare.
A bone-chilling chill filled his heart, and he found that the clothes on his body were wet, as if he had just been fished out of the sea.
It was extremely quiet.
Under the dim candlelight, the lizard seemed to have started crawling around again.
The new right guards felt surprisingly weak and sat motionless in their chairs.
All his strength seemed to be exhausted. The biting cold seemed to penetrate into his brain, but his head no longer hurt. His mind was clear—full of anticipation, as if he were waiting for something to happen. A movement around him caught his eye.
A stone slab on the wall moved. He heard a slight grinding sound and saw a narrow rectangular black hole gradually expanding into a square. Something huddled in the black hole.
The new right guards watched with extreme horror as the thing moved and slowly crawled out.
It looked like a mummy.
After an excruciatingly long second, the thought suddenly appeared in his mind: The Witch of Kamakura!
The skeleton was as thin and the color was like the brown color of Korean paper. It was a skeleton, and the bones were covered with something like octopus skin. When he looked carefully, he discovered that it was a kimono commonly worn by women in the Kamakura period. .
It moved gently and crawled forward, its long toenails scratching the floor, making a harsh sound.
It crawled into the witch's room. Under the white light, its expressionless face looked cold, and its eyes
It shone with the light of death.
He could see jagged protrusions on its brown, pinched back.
Shin'emon couldn't move.
Extreme fear seized his mind.
He seemed to be bound hand and foot by fantasy paralysis, like a frog sucked by a snake, motionless in the face of death.
The figures outside the window were shaking. Suddenly, Shinemon woke up and slapped himself like crazy.
He kept telling himself that this was a dream and he would wake up soon.
However, the mummy in kimono actually stood up.
Its thin frame stood upright as it walked towards the alcove and walked to the iron plate in front of the alcove.
The mummy stood there for a while with its back to Shin'emon, and suddenly began to whisper something in a dry voice.
Hearing that sound, Shin'emon should have been frightened and screamed, but he couldn't. The terrible whispers continued, and Shin'emon knew that it was the language of another world, or to be precise, it was some kind of terrible spell.
The spell quickly took effect, and the surrounding floor began to shake like an earthquake.
The iron plate vibrated and began to rise, rising very slowly. The kimono mummy raised its dark arms like cannon barrels.
The iron plate was almost a foot thick, and as it gradually rose above the ground, a faint smell began to fill the room. It was a very unpleasant, musky smell that was nauseating; the iron plate continued to rise unstoppably, and a small black finger protruded from the edge of the iron plate. Carson immediately recalled a dream he had had of a gelatinous black creature rampaging through the streets of Salem. He tried in vain to free himself from the paralysis that immobilized him. The room darkened, and a wave of dizziness quietly enveloped him. The room seemed to be shaking.
The iron plates were still rising; still the dry, hideous thing stood there, arms raised, praying with incantations;
The Mount Fuji worm overflowed from the wall and gradually condensed into shape. It was slowly squirming, following the mummy, and slowly walked towards the ground.
"Ya Zhi Butterfly!"
Suddenly, a rough voice interrupted the mummy's spell.
"Ya Zhi Butterfly! Stop it from offering sacrifices!"
Muramasa's clerk held a short etheric sword and rushed into the secret passage.
Muramasa seemed to have been dead for a long time, and his face was too pale to be alive. His eyes were burning, holding a short sword, he pushed Shinemon away and went straight to the alcove.
When the mummy heard the noise, it turned around slowly. Its body seemed to be filled with water, and it suddenly expanded several times. Its bloated body moved towards the running clerk, and its outstretched arms touched the walls on both sides, causing sparks to fly.
Muramasa held a knife in one hand and some kind of instrument in the other, and shouted in loud and majestic Japanese:
"Ya, nakadishtunillgh"ri...stell"bsnakn"aaNyogtha...k"yarnakphlegethor..."
These strange, mysterious words echoed loudly through the cellar.
The black Mount Fuji monster suddenly stopped like a boat being beaten by huge waves.
Muramasa swung his katana, like a moth flying into the flames, and plunged into the belly of the mummy. The ether sword struck into the black mummy, instantly piercing it.
The black thing on Mount Fuji stopped.
It hesitated for a suffocating moment, then retreated quickly. The air was filled with a stifling smell of roasted carrion, and Shin'emon saw large chunks of something falling off the black thing, as if it had been eroded by magma.
It receded like flowing liquid, and some horrible black flesh fell out.
As the black flesh fell off, the core mass inside it gradually stretched out, like a huge tentacle that tightly grasped the dry and terrifying thing, pulling it to the edge of the hollow. Another tentacle grabbed the iron plate and dragged it to the entrance of the hole easily. As the dry and terrifying thing fell into the hole, the iron plate returned to its original position with a loud thunderous sound.
"Thank God, it came at just the right time.
"
Muramasa looked at the fallen mummy, holding his katana, panting and saying to the writer.
Shin'emon opened his mouth wide and hesitated for a long time, "What kind of monster is this?"
"Amaterasu and his priests, that is, the Kamakura witch, but this is one of his true forms. Amaterasu has true forms all over Japan, and he can't kill them all..."
At this time, there were messy footsteps outside the door, and Muramasa's companions came in to help.
Shin'emon was surprised and said, "Since you can kill him, why did you involve me? I'm just a writer."
Before he finished speaking, Muramasa's face turned pale again.
"What's wrong?"
"It's coming."
Amaterasu climbed up from the gap in the floor and crawled towards the altar and the two of them.
It is black all over, has a lot of ropes, is sticky, and looks like a tree.
It climbed up, moving along the ground with its hooves and mouth and snake-like arms.
Its head was the zombie face, but now it was significantly larger than before, and it was directly attached to the ceiling.
The black thing bent down and stared at the two of them. As it bent down, Shin'emon heard the scream of the clerk.
And the sound of his bones breaking as he died.
