This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame-Chapter 575 - 363. Who is on the chopping block? (4000 words)_2

A chill atmosphere spread invisibly...

The laughter abruptly ceased the next moment.

Shirasaki Chiyoda reined in all the smiles on her face, replaced by an extremely twisted, cruel expression.

"Oh, come on, don’t be silent."

She stood in front of Beichuan Si, her tone full of mockery as if she were greeting a friend, "After all, Beidao, my boy, you’re going to stay here with them..."

Shirasaki Chiyoda hummed softly, her pretty and innocent face entirely serious, "So, how about you pick your ’other half’? I’ll join you two together so seamlessly that there won’t be a single gap!"

As she spoke, Shirasaki Chiyoda even waved her little fist before presenting three other corpses in front of the silent Beichuan Si.

Two young men, and one little girl.

Their complexion was pale, the smell of formalin emanating strongly from their bodies, clearly dead for some time.

Beside these corpses were shiny knives and medical suturing tools.

So this was what ’picking the other half’ meant.

Beichuan Si averted his gaze, offering no comment on Shirasaki Chiyoda’s actions.

He only asked coldly, "How many people have you killed altogether?"

This question didn’t put Shirasaki Chiyoda, who was selecting her knives, in a quandary; she quickly replied: "A total of eleven, and if we count today’s Beidao, it would be the twelfth."

Laughing, she said, "These people are all disciples of the Happiness Truth Sect, and really, they are quite laughable, actually taking the revelations produced by drugs as something real."

Pfft!!!

She viciously stabbed a knife into the abdomen of one of the male corpses.

Smoothly slicing... opening...

Shirasaki Chiyoda reached into the victim’s abdomen, playing with the fragile organs, her face unconsciously flushed with rage as she muttered maniacally; "Rules! Rules! It’s all about the rules! These people too! Those people too! What the hell are rules, anyway?!"

"Is it good just because it’s symmetrical and steady, just because everything is neat and tidy? These damn things really don’t understand anything!"

She stomped her foot onto the corpse’s face.

Another stomp on the lifeless face.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

The crisp sound of bones breaking resounded nonstop.

Amidst these bone-cracking sounds, Shirasaki Chiyoda felt her spiritual body as if leaving her physical form, floating away; the trembling pleasure made her unable to stop her feet.

After a while, Shirasaki Chiyoda stopped, panting heavily as she looked at Beichuan Si, her sweaty face showing a drunken blush: "Sorry, really, I enjoyed the appetizer too much, almost forgot that the main course is waiting for me here. Looking at you, you must be too scared to even speak, huh?"

Shirasaki Chiyoda walked over, smiling.

She had seen many like Beidao Temple.

The fear and terror inside reflected directly onto his body.

Aphasia, nervousness, tinnitus, even fainting...

These were all very normal symptoms.

Having seen such people countless times before, Shirasaki Chiyoda paid them no heed.

As she walked, she advised, "I’d advise you, Beidao, my boy, it’s best not to harbor any delusions."

Shirasaki Chiyoda stopped in front of Beichuan Si, her voice twisted with pleasure, "This place is ten meters underground, and the walls all around have been soundproofed. Even if you scream here, no one outside will hear it."

She pointed the scalpel in her hand towards the other door:

"The door has been securely locked with a burglary-proof lock; whatever you do, it’s impossible to open. I’ve told you... tonight is a game between you and me... the door won’t open until you can no longer move."

Your voice cannot carry out.

Nor can you leave this place.

Your hands and feet cannot move.

It is unimaginable just how desperate the people brought into this room must feel.

Beichuan Si remained silent, seemingly having given up resistance.

Shirasaki Chiyoda was content.

She greatly enjoyed this sense of being the executioner to the fish on the cutting board, only this could free her from her past shadows.

This place was her own domain.

This place was her own turf.

No matter who it was, they had to comply with her arrangements here.

Amidst such bodily and mental pleasure, Shirasaki Chiyoda bent down, content with her tone, "Right, this silent state is much better, let’s see how fearful your expression is now."

She reached out decisively and touched Beichuan Si’s mask, then fumbled to the back of his head, undoing the buckle of the bird beak mask.

A delicate, stern face was revealed to her.

A calm complexion.

Unwavering black eyes.

Under the light, his features appeared unfathomably deep...

This composed expression was not what Shirasaki Chiyoda wanted to see... or rather, she wanted to relish in a face stricken with fear.

Her mouth agape, a flicker of astonishment flashed across her face, "You..."

Boom!!!!!

Pain!

Excruciating pain!!!

An indescribable agony radiated from her abdomen, causing the collapsed Shirasaki Chiyoda to flush an unhealthy crimson as she coughed up blood with a retch.

What’s happening?

What’s going on?

Shirasaki Chiyoda lifted her face, but before she could fully raise it, she was mercilessly stepped on.

Bang!

Her head hit the ground with a clear sound, a severe dizziness overwhelming her as Shirasaki Chiyoda convulsed and vomited bile.

"You really like to do these things to corpses, don’t you?"

A voice, cold to the extreme, came from above.

At the same time, corroded chains leaking black liquid fell before her. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"This... what is this?" Shirasaki Chiyoda was pinned to the ground, her body trembling.

What in the world had happened?

Wasn’t Beidao Temple supposed to have been pinned dead to the iron chair by her?

She couldn’t understand, couldn’t make sense of it.

But there was only one thing to do now!

She grabbed the sharp scalpel scattered to the side and hacked violently at the other’s heel!

Crack!!!!

"Ah!!!!!"

A scream of utmost misery erupted from Shirasaki Chiyoda.

Tears streamed from her eyes, her shrill voice tearing through the air with mournful howls.

Her fingers were completely severed!

Crushed from the bones down!

The scent of death was in the air.

The role once brandishing the butcher’s blade had been taken by someone else.

Under such overwhelming fear, Shirasaki Chiyoda screamed out with abandon, her voice breaking with sobs, "Save me! Someone... save me!!!"

Such a desperate cry was answered only by being yanked up from the ground.

Dark eyes stared at her.

A sinister, black stream circled around.

The growls of vengeful spirits filled her ears.

Shirasaki Chiyoda’s pleas for help abruptly ceased.

No one dared make a sound in front of these eyes.

The other spoke slowly, "We are ten meters underground, and the walls around us are soundproofed. Even if you scream, no one outside will know."

He forcefully twisted his head toward the door, his voice icy cold, "The door has been firmly locked with your security lock, impossible to open by any means."

Tremble.

Tremble.

Tremble.

Shirasaki Chiyoda’s whole body was trembling.

The terrifying gaze had not left her.

Under such scrutiny, the next words were uttered,

"Tonight, it’s my game with you...until you can’t move anymore... no, even if you can’t move, I can still make you move. Be mentally prepared."

Shirasaki Chiyoda turned her head, pale as death.

What met her gaze were still those chilly eyes and—

The rising ominous black mist.

Among this black mist, she seemed to see countless inhuman things.

Another wretched scream rang out in the next moment!

But in a room completely sealed off...

No one would know.