Ten minutes after the battle broke out.
The third underground floor of the shopping mall.
Mr. Funakoshi reluctantly rushed here, suffering several injuries on his body. The two spirit exterminators who acted with him had long since disappeared.
Boom, boom, boom.
Funakoshi's tambourine was like fluttering butterflies, surrounding him, flipping up and down.
But it makes a dense drum sound.
Although many Yumeno in the mall were attracted by Kamiya and others, the number of enemies staying inside cannot be ignored.
The dream boy who was trying to block the passage, his body trembled rhythmically in the sound of drums, and those who got closer continued to turn into dark debris, falling to the ground and gathering and flowing.
Wherever Funakoshi looked, there was darkness.
He's still holding on.
"That thing is here, it's almost here, it's almost here."
Funakoshi maintained his speed and continued to rush in the direction sensed.
The tambourine kept crushing the dream boy blocking the road ahead.
I don't know how long this helpless sprint lasted, but Mr. Funakoshi's movements suddenly stopped.
coming!
Ahead, the dimly lit open space of the underground garage.
An extremely tall figure stood up slowly in the scattered light and shadow.
"Naoto."
Funakoshi heard someone calling his name affectionately.
But it was a deep male voice, the voice of Mengnan.
It made him feel sick.
"Don't call me that!"
Boom, boom, boom!
The tambourine beats faster.
"Naoto...you're back."
The tall figure appearing in his sight began to become clearer.
That's a female.
Long hair, wearing a skirt.
The dress on his body was stained with blood, half of his face was intact, and the other half was rotten, with loose tissue and rotten flesh under the skin.
Disregarding the inhumanly tall figure and half-Yumeo face, she looks like the submissive wife of Naoto Funakoshi.
It was the last time Funakoshi saw his wife in the morgue.
At first, the appearance was relatively normal.
Only after reaching the second stage did it become so terrifying and infiltrative.
"Naoto."
Swish.
The submissive-looking Mengnan slowly stood upright, his damaged body making a clicking sound as his bones rubbed against each other.
He dropped his head suddenly, and the blood-stained hair behind him stood up like silver needles, spinning out like a living python.
"I told you, don't call me that!" Funakoshi's blood surged and he rushed towards the alienated Yumeo, "Don't become like her!"
…
"Puff!"
The dream-eating tapir stood out from the dark crowd of dream men.
The red lines on the forehead and limbs continued to shine, and the red light continued to burst out and extend. The light expanded, and the light spots sputtered and swept across the four directions.
There were so many dream boys pouring out of the mall that it seemed like they couldn't finish them off no matter how hard they fought.
The frequency of the little tapir's attacks began to slow down, and more energy was focused on supporting the owner and other spirit exterminators.
The blurred red light turned into a mask, shrouded in front of the soul-killing masters, swallowing up all the bullets shot by Mengnan.
On the streets in the early morning, the sky was dark and gray, and the street lights were still on.
The scattered passers-by were scared away because of the gun battle.
But after the battle lasted for a while, many figures suddenly appeared on the street.
Those people were wearing pajamas, skirts, or shirts. They were old or young, male or female, and they were all different in height, short, fat, and thin, but everyone had the face of a dream boy.
They belong to the dream men around those involved in difficult dreams.
Dream boys of different shapes poured out from the street behind, their movements stiff and uniform, and their eyes under their thick eyebrows stared at the exterminators in action.
These guys were attracted as well.
Originally, only those Mengnan men in black in the mall could barely resist and suppress them with the heroic performance of the little tapir.
But the little tapir really couldn't care less about the dream boys of various shapes appearing on the streets behind them.
"Behind, there is also behind!"
"Damn, there are too many!"
"Don't let them get close!"
The exorcists turned their guns one after another and sniped at Meng Nan who appeared from behind.
The battlefield became more noisy and chaotic.
…
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of the drums became fainter.
Naoto Funakoshi couldn't hold on any longer and half-knelt on the ground, with the tambourine surrounding him, feebly flying up and down.
Because he was injured while rushing downstairs, and the alienated dream boy is really difficult to deal with, there are other men in black, dream boy, as helpers.
Funakoshi was no match for them.
If he could really beat him, he wouldn't have chosen to run away when he pushed this alienated dream boy into the second stage for the first time.
At present, Mr. Funakoshi tried his best, but he could only drag the alienated Yumeo to the underground level.
His body was pierced by many black hairs. Those hairs remained in his body, crawling everywhere like parasites. The heartbreaking pain made his body tremble.
"Naoto, what are you running for?"
The alienated Mengnan led a group of men in black and Mengnan chased him.
"Shut up……"
Funakoshi lowered his head and gasped, and wanted to move again, but his painful and numb body no longer obeyed.
The alienated Mengnan stopped for a moment and stiffly twisted his broken-bone neck, making a clicking sound.
"Naoto, don't you love me anymore?"
"Why are you running?"
"Naoto, why didn't you come to save me? You are a spiritual master, right? Why can't you even protect your own wife?"
"Naoto, don't you feel guilty?"
"Shut up, shut up!" Naoto Funakoshi roared, hysterical. After yelling and venting for a while, Yumeo had already gathered around him. At this time, Funakoshi slowly calmed down, "...I'm sorry for Shunhui."
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of the tambourine became slightly fuller again.
"For so many years, I can't sleep well every night. Every time I close my eyes, I look like Shunhui. I failed to protect her, I'm useless. I wasn't with Shunhui at the last moment of her life. She must have... …Must be so scared.”
Mr. Funakoshi's voice became trembling.
Boom, boom, boom!
The drum beat became louder.
"I'm sorry for her."
"But, what does this have to do with you? Shunhui is a beautiful and gentle woman." Funakoshi raised his head with difficulty, looking at the alienated Yumeo for the last time with bloodshot eyes, "And you, shut up, you are just a Disgusting monster...shut up!"
Boom, boom, boom!
The tambourine fluttered like a colorful butterfly flapping its wings, breaking away from Funakoshi's side, breaking through Yumeo in front, and leaping towards the stairs.
Mr. Funakoshi, who had lost the protection of the tambourine, murmured, and the dream boys around him came like a tide...
"Shunhui..."
…
boom!
Kamiyagawa's pistol was empty of the last bullet.
But the number of dream boys still hasn’t decreased.
"Damn it."
Those in front who were armed with guns, the more dangerous Meng Men, and the Dream-Eating Tapir could barely block them.
But these latter ones have already flocked to the spiritual masters.
The crowd was scattered.
Kamiya and Onizuka were also forced to disperse.
Bang!
Kamiyagawa used the butt of his gun to hit the temple of a dream boy dressed as a salaryman, knocking him to the ground, and then raised his foot to kick the boy who looked like a child far away.
Another ray of red light pierced through from somewhere on the battlefield to Kamiya.
It whipped several dream boys into dark fragments on the ground.
This is the dream-eating tapir who is still struggling to resist the dream man and is helping the owner.
But, it's still too much.
If this continues, no one will be able to survive.
"Puff, puff!"
Just when Kamiyakawa didn't know what to do, the voice of the Dream-Eating Tapir sounded.
A strange aura that was different from other Yumeng appeared on the battlefield.
Boom, boom, boom.
At the same time, powerful drum beats sounded on the extremely chaotic battlefield.
This is Mr. Funakoshi's tambourine.
He came up from the ground!
Kamiya became slightly excited.
"Puff!"
In the direction where the special dream boy aura appeared and the sound of the tambourine sounded, the red light controlled by the little tapir broke through a gap in the crowd of dream boys.
So Kamiya can see——
There was an abnormally tall dream boy wearing a blood-colored skirt and shirt, with half of his body rotten, and he quickly rushed out of the shopping mall.
He was recklessly chasing a flying tambourine with blood stains on it.
After the appearance of the alienated dream boy, the gunshots coming from other spiritualists on the battlefield slowed down significantly.
Kamiya was stunned for a moment when he saw the blood-stained tambourine, but he quickly came to his senses.
"That's it. That dream boy is the alienated body, the special being that links the dreams of thousands of people together."
Kamiyakawa pulled the [Cloud Mirror] around his neck.
The simple mourning objects with mysterious patterns spun rapidly.
On the alienated dream boy's side, the tambourine in front seemed to have lost its strength, and its flying speed slowed down.
puff.
Yumeno's blood-stained long hair penetrated the tambourine.
The drum beat fell silent.
Only then did the alienated dream boy wake up slightly, and he looked at the chaotic battlefield around him.
There are some completely unfamiliar buildings that are sketching around the mall.
Abandoned factory buildings, rusty steel frames, tall chimneys...
Got hooked.
…
real world.
An abandoned textile factory on the edge of the Hanahata River.
All the spirit exterminators gathered here concentrated their attention for a moment.
From their perspective, a huge shopping mall appeared out of thin air in the factory area.
Reality and the dreams of thousands of people began to overlap.
This shows that the ghost disciple Kamiyagawa who sneaked into the dreamland succeeded in his action.
In this special space where reality and reality intertwine, an incalculable number of dream boys also appeared together.
The dream boys didn't realize what happened.
In the next ten minutes, whether it is an abandoned textile factory or a shopping mall, they overlap with each other, with no distinction between reality and reality.
Situations in dreams can affect reality, and situations in reality can also affect dreams.
Because of the overlapping reality, the spiritual exterminators in the textile factory are not restricted by dreams and can use their spiritual power freely.
"Fight!"
You should have the platycodon talisman paper dancing on your fingertips.
While entering combat mode, she turned her head slightly and looked at the stretcher bed next to her.
Perhaps it's because Kamiya in reality and Kamiya in the dream are both in the "same place". At this time, Kamiya is shrouded in red light and has woken up.
He rolled over from the gurney, his pupils shrunk and sparkling.
He pulled out an indigo-colored Nodachi with a long, narrow and beautiful blade, and the blade was wrapped with bright yellow lightning.
"Let's go!"
Kamiyagawa held the sword, crossed Fu Niyi without hesitation, and rushed towards somewhere on the battlefield.
The lightning sputtered and spread on the surface, and the high temperature caused the surrounding air to expand, making a crackling sound.
And beside him, several figures emerged...
…
In an alley next to the mall.
After Onizuka and Kamiya were dispersed, they were forced to move here.
She was running out of bullets.
After raising the gun again and knocking down several dream boys, the little miko felt something strange.
Somewhere on the battlefield, there seemed to be an aura of ghost stories that was similar to the Yume Boys, but slightly different.
This breath should belong to the alienated dream boy.
In other words, Mr. Funakoshi's action was successful, and the alienated Yumeo was really attracted to the ground battlefield by him.
But before Onizuka could be happy, abnormal situations followed one after another.
Her mood suddenly became extremely depressed.
"Is it because the alienated dream boy appeared that it affected me?"
Onizuka could still distinguish the current situation at first, but after a while, it became difficult to even think.
Dream boys from both sides of the alley continued to pour in.
The hand holding the gun began to tremble.
Everything in her sight was changing strangely.
The stiffly moving Yumeno figures around him seemed to be growing taller and elongating upwards, while Onizuka's gaze was slowly lowering.
It feels like a child being surrounded by a group of adults.
I can only look up at the adults around me.
The faces of Yumeno became blurred, and Onizuka couldn't distinguish their appearance.
I just heard the people around me talking and whispering to each other. These people have different intonations and timbres, but all of them speak in a friendly tone with a hint of sympathy and compassion——
"It's so pitiful that my father was gone when I was born."
"The life of mother and daughter must be very difficult. It's not easy."
"Even without mom and dad, she can live a good life. She is a great child..."
"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoying. It's great to be able to grow up healthy. It's great, Xiaoying."
"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoying... thank you for your hard work..."
"Hard……"
"..."
Onizuka's eyes began to lose focus, truly like a helpless child, looking around anxiously.
She felt at a loss what to do and what to do.
"Stop, please, stop..."
Stop it quickly.
don't want.
Please don't say that.
"Don't praise me in that tone, no, please, don't..."
I don't work hard.
I really didn't feel hard at all.
I was just breathing normally, living a normal life, growing up normally, just like everyone else, right?
I don't see what's so commendable about this.
I don't understand why people around me look at me with sympathy and pity and whisper behind my back.
Stop it.
Don't be like this.
I'm really just like everyone else, aren't I?
Isn't it...?
And my parents, they...
Mom and dad...
them……
I have no idea……
Maybe, maybe they could have been fine?
If it weren't for me...
Without me.
"It's not easy."
"It's really rare for that child to grow up healthy."
"It's great to be able to grow up."
"..."
The friendly and sympathetic voices around me continued.
As figures approached one after another, Onizuka felt suffocated, as if he was drowning in water.
"Stop talking, please. Stop talking, stop talking! Please, ugh - stop talking..."
(End of chapter)
