Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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"Whoosh whoosh whoosh————"

A fierce wind poured out from the gap, carrying the damp, stench of decaying trees—an atmosphere completely different from the Fall Guys world.

Even if only

With one person missing, the gap was far too wide, with a road a hundred meters wide laid out before everyone. The Sugar Needle Desert and the black scorched earth were clearly distinct, and the boundary looked very abrupt.

There was no bloodshed, no screams or wails, only a chilling, eerie wind blowing from another world.

The candy-bean people stood at the entrance, hesitant to go forward, but staring blankly at this unfamiliar land.

Yusuke Uchiyama and the spirit Yamashita stood at the border, looking at the world of death shrouded in pale yellow smoke in the distance.

"Yamashita-kun, are we really going to go in?" Uchiyama Yusuke's voice trembled.

Any deceased person facing this world will immediately understand that the world on the other side is completely different from the Fall Guys world behind them, and if they, as the deceased, cross this boundary, they will definitely... be unable to turn back.

Although the purified Fall Guys no longer have any effect on Dou Tang, can the two of them, who are both undead, really take on the responsibility of leading other Fall Guys to this world?

"There's no point in staying here. If we want to find out what's going on in this world and meet Mr. Fall Guy's expectations, we need to at least figure out... what happened here."

He took a deep breath at the foot of the Mountain of Vengeful Spirits, gritted his teeth, and strode forward, crossing the boundary line in one step.

After entering the dark land, the spirit at the foot of the mountain breathed heavily and stood there stunned for a while before slowly moving its feet again.

Nothing happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Yusuke Uchiyama.

Yusuke Uchiyama looked at him with surprise and asked, "Yamashita-kun, how are you feeling?"

"I don't feel anything." The man at the foot of the Wraith Mountain shook his head.

After answering Yusuke Uchiyama, he looked into the distance from the foot of Mount Urani and saw what appeared to be a stone or monument, half-buried in the ground.

"Uchiyama-kun, don't come any closer." The spirit waved his hand behind him, then took a step back and returned to the Fall Guys world.

After confirming that there were no problems traveling between the two worlds, the two mustered their courage again and stepped into the dark earth. After entering the foot of the Vengeful Spirit Mountain, they carefully walked towards the stone.

It did appear to be a stone tablet, but it was very small, more like a miniature boundary marker on the border. He squatted down and dug up the soil on the ground, revealing the surface of the stone.

There were two characters engraved on it, but the common soldiers at the foot of Mount Urani obviously didn't recognize them, so he waved to Uchiyama Yusuke.

Yusuke Uchiyama, after all, was a producer of paranormal programs. He had read a lot of historical materials about paranormal phenomena during his lifetime and could also recognize some ancient Chinese characters.

Upon seeing those two words, he hissed, squatted down, wiped the dirt off the stone, and said, "These two words... seem... familiar."

"It's called Haoli... What does Haoli mean again? I've forgotten..."

"So this place is called Haoli..." He squinted at the world before him from the foot of the Vengeful Spirit Mountain. After taking a few steps forward, he realized that there seemed to have been many buildings on this land. From time to time, he could see many ruins half-buried in the soil.

Ruins and boundary markers... Is this really hell? But if it is hell, why is it so empty? It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

"Uchiyama-kun, let's keep going. I have a feeling that the secret about Fall Guys and the dead must be hidden deep within this world!"

He looked at Yusuke Uchiyama, who in turn looked at the Bean People who continued to peer out from the border.

"What about the jelly bean people?"

"They... should be fine if they stay there. We can come back to them after we figure out what this place is all about," said the man rubbing his chin.

The two originally planned that if the Bean People voluntarily entered the interior of Haoli after they brought the Bean People here, then that would be a normal phenomenon.

But the Bean People seemed very interested but were looking around, so let the two of them investigate first.

Chapter 45 Taira no Masakado's Wrath

The two souls stepped into the empty wilderness, groping their way through the pale yellow mist.

Soon, the two found a path with pebbles faintly visible.

The road is very narrow, only about the width of a car, and there are more building ruins on both sides of the road than elsewhere.

The two examined the buildings in detail, but of course they couldn't tell what era they were from, where they came from, or even decipher the writing on them.

The two could only continue forward along this road until it seemed to slowly begin to slope upwards, as if... there was a mountain ahead.

The two continued walking, the slope getting steeper and steeper, but when the scene that appeared not far ahead, they were immediately stunned.

What appeared before me was not the towering mountains or the grand architectural complex I had imagined, but... a desolate wasteland.

A colossal sinkhole.

The two climbed to the top of the slope, where the pale yellow mist had disappeared, and they could see the entire sinkhole in front of them.

Before us lay a precipice, a sheer drop that stretched out to the left and right, eventually converging in the distance to form a sinkhole about a hundred meters deep.

The two could no longer estimate the diameter of the sinkhole, because standing on this cliff and looking towards the other side, they couldn't even see half of it.

The collapsed, magnificent wooden building has become a tiny dot, almost unrecognizable.

It's as if... there used to be a great mountain here, a magnificent peak that could be called a majestic mountain, but it suddenly disappeared.

If Huaiyin had already learned some of the relevant history, she would definitely be able to make the connection... Haoli was once the place where the Lord of Mount Tai resided.

Haoli is a hellish belief that existed before the formation of the Lord of Mount Tai. Mount Tai should also belong to Haoli.

But as the faith of the Lord of Mount Tai took hold, Haoli was gradually forgotten. The place where the great mountain was once placed became a deep, empty void that no amount of souls could fill.

The two were deeply shocked by the scene before them and stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

This is indeed hell, but it is a hell that has been abandoned and forgotten.

"Yamashita-kun... who exactly is Mr. Sugar, Mr. Fall Guy?"

Even though they were already dead, the two of them still felt a chill running through their bodies, a chill that penetrated to their very bones.

………………

To this day, Taira no Masakado can't forget what hell looks like.

Countless souls wailed in torment, lamented in the eternal furnace, and repented for their sins amidst countless inhuman tortures.

Taira no Masakado was no exception.

He is the only traitor in the entire history of Japan to rebel against the Emperor and declare himself king.

As the only one of his kind in the entire history of Japan, the very name Taira no Masakado is a sin, an unforgivable sin.

The punishments, the thousand-year-old punishments, tormented the Taira clan to the point of exhaustion.

After ordinary souls have suffered enough punishment, they will leave hell and disappear into the world; that is what is known as reincarnation.

However, Taira no Masakado is different. When his soul is broken and shattered, he will be thrown into the Sanzu River to wash away the pain of his soul. But once he is fully restored, he will be punished again.

After countless years of immersion, he finally gained liberation, but not to enter the cycle of reincarnation, but... to return to the present world.

It is said that this is because in reality, someone is harvesting souls that originally belonged to hell.

Upon hearing this news, Taira no Masakado was undoubtedly puzzled.

Although he knew that there were Onmyoji or exorcists who could command souls that could not be reincarnated, those people had existed for a long time, so why had Hell never said anything about it?

Or is it because... the person who harvests souls in the present world is too special?

Having spent so long in hell, Taira no Masakado knew that hell was not as high above as the living imagined, a place that no one could escape.

In fact, many souls dissipate before they even enter hell.

Hell itself is merely a more powerful place to contain souls than ordinary exorcists and monsters.

Although he didn't know why Hell had become a place for sinful souls to atone for their sins, Taira no Masakado clearly understood that Hell was not something lofty and unattainable, and that... there might even be more than one Hell.

Hell can also be eliminated and resisted by other forces, just like the world of the living. The world of the dead is also full of strife. Whether it is evil spirits or humans, their inherent flaws are no different.

When legends are grounded in reality and their mysterious exterior is peeled away, they are no different from what happens in reality.

So, is my goal... another hell?

With these questions in mind, Taira no Masakado returned to the real world, his soul returning to the head he had once used to wreak havoc.

Upon awakening, Taira no Masakado, with his powerful resentment and noble status, successfully rallied a large number of evil spirits and monsters. At the same time, he began to use a method offered by a monster in Kyoto to create a drug called the Treasure Sugar Pill, which could subtly influence normal people.

At the same time, he also began to order people to search for the limbs that his subordinates had separated and hidden.

After Taira no Masakado's head was suppressed in Tokyo, his loyal generals cut his body into many pieces, evaded the government's search, and sent them to various parts of Japan to hide, hoping that one day these limbs could be pieced together to form Taira no Masakado's body and provide support for his next rebellion.

Now, the time for the next rebellion has arrived, but Taira no Masakado feels extremely bored.

"The current Emperor... is merely a puppet?! Damn it, this outdated and antiquated cabinet is not even qualified to be my opponent!"

A furious roar filled with resentment echoed from an old mansion in Edogawa Ward.

A group of monsters of various appearances prostrated themselves on the ground, respectfully kneeling before the high chair in front of them.

On the high chair was a red cushion, and on the cushion was an old head that looked like a dried corpse.

The head had turned into a mummified corpse, but one could still see that its original owner had a fierce face, with white hair and beard growing wildly, as if it had been growing continuously for hundreds of years.

What didn't match the appearance of the mummified corpse were its round, watery eyes, which were indistinguishable from those of a living person and were filled with anger. Its foul-smelling, withered lips opened, exhaling a stale breath.

"And... my body, ha, it's been stolen?!"

"Corpse robbers, clowns... And that Mr. Ren, do you really not know the renown of this great general?!"

"Mao Lang... go and bring me back that Mr. Ren's head."

In a corner of the hall, a woman in a white kimono stood, bowed slightly, and disappeared into the darkness.

"And... you filth, find the one who stole my limbs and take them back."

Looking at the dozens of monsters crawling on the ground before him, Taira no Masakado let out a cold snort.

"Ah... Hell, another hell. I wonder if, by killing another hell, I, this great general, could also become an agent of hell?"

"The master of the world of the dead sounds much better than the emperor!"

Chapter 46 The Dark Night

The Bald Group and the Morning Star Group sprang into action.

Bald delinquents in high school uniforms began gathering on the streets of Toshima Ward. Armed with intelligence gathered by their accomplices, they launched a swift and unexpected attack on the stronghold of the Kou-no-Kujira.

Although the members of the Jueyin Shouwu group had Baoyu Tangwan (a type of candy), it had little effect on these inherently spirited young men.

The reason is simple: there are more bald guys in the group.

Even if you swallow the precious candy pill, being cornered by this group of ruthless teenagers will still throw you into a panic due to their fierce and chaotic attacks.

Meanwhile, in Shibuya Ward, the Morning Star Group also began targeting the No. 1 Sound Correction Team.

Compared to the bald-headed group composed of delinquent youths, the true Yakuza Morning Star Group has more sophisticated methods.

After contacting the authorities, Jiuyin Shouwu suddenly realized that many of his strongholds had been exposed, and their area of ​​operation was shrinking as the police raided and searched.

Members who escaped during the search would go to other outposts, thus exposing those outposts. Once the largest outposts were located by the Morning Star Group, Star Righteous led his men directly to their locations.

Men in black suits walked down the street, their sleeves and collars revealing intricate tattoos. Their eyes were cold and menacing; they were true elites of the underworld.

Although they have never dealt with evil spirits, when it comes to the strength of "human beings" alone, they are undoubtedly among the best.

The raids were carried out with chilling efficiency. Xingyi's men were not like those arrogant yakuza, but rather like some kind of extremely violent execution organization. All the men in this organization would abandon their human compassion at Xingyi's command and completely transform into cogs in a machine to achieve their goals, meticulously and with all their might.

In this swift and decisive battle, almost all the strongholds of the rebel leader in Toshima and Shibuya wards were wiped out, and the Baoyu Sugar Pills completely disappeared from these two districts.

Their influence began to shrink.

Shinjuku, nestled between Toshima and Shibuya wards, has become a new target.

Shibuya Ward is a long-established neighborhood, a symbol of adulthood, and a stronghold of yakuza.

Toshima Ward is an academic district with many schools, which has made it a stronghold for biker gangs and delinquents.

Shinjuku is different.

Shinjuku is like a transition between these two areas, possessing the adult, boundary-crossing presence of Shibuya Ward, and the youthful atmosphere of Toshima Ward.

This is the main base of the Jueyin Shouwu, or in other words, its "main camp".

Night has fallen in Shinjuku.

The crowds on the streets began to thin out. After office workers went home, the clock struck midnight, and the entire Shinjuku district suddenly became noisy. Although there were fewer people than during the day, the noise was much louder.

"Kume Police Department."

Inside a car parked in the street-side parking lot, the man in the driver's seat greeted someone in a low voice.

The man in the back seat clicked on his lighter and lit a cigarette for himself. He was dressed casually and had heavy dark circles under his eyes.