leave!
Is it okay if the boss takes the whole family and the whole army to attack?
Perhaps Kamiyagawa stayed in the corridor for too long, and Hanako, the ghost doll who was already a sworn enemy, noticed this, so she took her family members and went out in full force.
After all, "Kaitan Monogatari" cannot really be treated as a pure game.
No one stipulates that the boss in this world must stay in the boss room and wait for players to defeat him.
Kamiyakawa didn't care about the phone at this time and just threw the phone aside.
Hanako's crawling speed on the ceiling was so fast that she was on top of him in an instant and was about to pounce down.
Judging from the last death experience, if you are hit by this ghost doll's throwing skills, you will basically be gone. He would even be carried to a toilet cubicle and drowned in Hanako's exclusive toilet.
Holding the [blood-stained hatchet], Kamiyakawa saw the opportunity.
Raise the hatchet high above your right shoulder, concentrate, regulate your breathing, use the strength of your waist and abdomen as support, coordinate the muscles of your body, and then swing it violently downward to the left to strike!
Self-showing flow, cassock cut off.
The hatchet cut through the air, making a hunting sound, and hit the ghost doll that fell into the air.
One hit.
Hanako's hug was in vain, and she fell to the ground on all fours.
She looked up.
There was still a bright smile on his lips, but the anger in his eyes was clearly discernible.
Hanako, I hate you to the core.
"Mom..."
The hateful little look in this naughty boy's eyes made Kamiya Chuan swallow his saliva.
What should have come did not come, but what should not have come out did come out.
Ta, tap, tap.
After the ghost doll landed, she did not quickly attack again. Instead, she raised her pale and delicate right hand and tapped the wall of the corridor next to her three times.
Three taps.
This is how to summon the ghost doll Hanako in Urban Ghost Stories.
"Yes, yes, oh~"
Hanako knocked to herself and answered.
The scene in the corridor began to change.
"Hehehehe-hahahaha-"
First there was the empty and strange sound of children playing.
Small black handprints began to appear on the ceiling, walls, floor, and window glass, like countless invisible children crawling around along the corridor.
There were more and more small black palm prints, becoming clearer and clearer, and in the blink of an eye they were densely packed everywhere in the corridor.
Ta, tap, tap.
Hanako tapped three times without stopping.
"Yes, yes, oh~"
The children's play grew louder.
This voice was supposed to be full of childlike fun and joy, but at this moment, it sounded creepy.
I saw a small black hand reaching out from every black mark of the palm print, shaking and grasping.
The entire corridor was quickly filled with these soft, cold blacks, like a rotten and disgusting square cake covered with slender black mycelium.
"Is Hanako too excited? Do you have to use a machete to kill a chicken?"
This was the first time Kamiyagawa saw Hanako using such an ability. He didn't have time to think about anything and hurriedly dodged the little black hands grabbing at him from all directions.
At the same time, the blade of the [bloody hatchet] flipped and waved, cutting off several black hands.
But unfortunately, there are too many of these things, and their density is so dense that it makes people physically uncomfortable and makes their scalp numb.
Kamiyakawa only resisted for a short while before his legs were grabbed by several black hands.
The power transmitted from each black hand is not too great, but it adds up. The pulling force was so hard to resist.
boom.
Kamiya lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.
As soon as he fell, more hands grabbed onto his body.
Hiss——
The linen shirt and pants were torn open several times at once.
The black hands controlled by Hanako, in addition to controlling Kamiyagawa, many began to roam around his body, touching and pinching.
The touch that comes through is soft, cold, and tingling.
It's very dishonest anyway.
A few others grabbed Kamiyakawa's head, pulling his hair and squeezing his cheeks like toys.
"Damn! It's obscene! Why are you still touching me!"
Kamiyagawa had no choice but to struggle desperately, trying to free the right hand holding the hatchet from the control of the black ghost hands.
If possible, he would kill himself with a hatchet.
"Hanako didn't hesitate to control me with all her might. She probably wanted to pull me into her toilet and drown me..."
Pooh!
Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!
Let's die, but we can't die in such a miserable way.
Unfortunately, Kamiya's idea of dying generously did not come true.
Those little black hands seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and they took the first step to pull out the [bloody hatchet] from his palm and threw it aside.
"It's over..." Kamiyakawa's heart tightened.
His head was completely pinned to the ground, and dense black hands blocked his vision.
However, Kamiyagawa could hear Hanako's cheerful laughter and could hear her approaching with brisk steps.
"What do you want from our Hanako?"
"Looking for my sister, what do you want?"
At the same time, Hanako's puppet family seemed to be closing in on her.
bad.
Sent this one again.
There is no way to save the day.
"♪ A real man, a real man, a real man, a beautiful day, a few days, a few heavy ねた, today's だってlone, a view of Tokyo, a clear view of Tokyo, a secluded sky, a secluded sky♪"
In the midst of this desperate chaos, a rapid singing sound suddenly sounded.
That's Kamiyagawa's ringtone.
The moment the bell rang, his body relaxed, and all the restraints on his body disappeared.
Kamiyakawa raised his head after regaining his mobility.
I saw a familiar tall and slender figure who appeared out of nowhere, standing straight with his back to me.
Standing between him and Hanako's family.
A black and red Gothic dress, retro boots, and a huge machete as tall as a person were dragged on the ground, shining in the cold.
Her long brown-red hair, which was originally neatly tied up, was now all loose and strands were gently flicking.
The scarlet aura visible to the naked eye is like boiling, permeating the surroundings of the body, rampaging and murderous.
All the black hands wrapped in this red color shrank away as if they were afraid of being burned.
At the edge of the corridor, the cell phone had stopped ringing and the call was automatically connected. A young female voice, so cold that it contained no trace of human emotion, came from inside:
"Hello, I'm Miss Mary."
"I'm in front of you."
It's Mary!
Mary has arrived!
Kamiyagawa immediately felt an unexpected ecstasy.
This was the first time he was so happy to see the phone evil spirit appear.
It turned out that after Mary received the call from herself, although she did not check in frequently, she was willing to come to the appointment.
She has me in her heart!
The black palms around him had been forced back by Mary's blood-mist-like red energy.
Therefore, as long as you get closer to Miss Mary, your movements will not be hindered.
This is a unique counterattack opportunity.
Kamiyagawa cheered up, turned over and picked up the [bloody hatchet] that fell on the ground:
"My big daddy is here, he needs to be beaten!"
