"Forget about the junk for now, what we're looking for shouldn't be in there..."

Mochizuki gave an order and took the lead in speeding up and continuing to descend.

In these buildings, there are only furniture and utensils that match the level of the house, but there are no traces of daily consumables such as food, firewood, and water...

Naturally, it cannot be prepared for living people.

Going down the stairs, a unique painting pavilion built on a suspended platform appeared in front of everyone.

"Ukiyo-e?"

Taking the lead in stepping into the corridor in the center of the painting pavilion, Mochizuki looked at the **** and cruel pictures on the painting scrolls on both sides without changing her expression.

"Hmph, these broken paintings, hanging in this place to make fun of them, are quite 'to the point'."

Most of the members of the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team had previously carried out various secret missions with him overseas. They had seen even more cruel mountains of corpses and seas of blood with their own eyes, but they did not feel any discomfort.

"This paper... looks like the skin of some animal?"

Reaching out and touching the pale yellow "painting paper", Mochizuki only felt extremely delicate and elastic.

On closer inspection, there is a pore-like texture on it, which seems to be some kind of leather, which blends well with the ink on the surface.

"Wait, this one, and this one..."

Suddenly, his eyes fell on more than ten paintings hanging behind him.

At the end of the corridor, the delicately composed and boldly colored Ukiyo-e paintings depict scenes of a famous man being tortured and killed by a group of terrifying, resurrected corpses in various tragic gestures.

Contrary to the quaint environment around, the men who were painted with tragic deaths were all wearing helmets, combat uniforms, and armed with firearms...

It looks like a very modern combat team.

"It's us on this painting?!"

Mochizuki Che discovered the clue immediately.

"It's true, these living corpses, and the desert, were in the Middle East..."

And he himself is also impressively listed.

In the picture, he was naked, curled up in the endless darkness, his face grimly held by a huge ghost claw in the palm of his hand, his entire limbs were twisted and exploded due to the force, and all kinds of internal organs flowed all over the ground.

Even the proud right arm has long been torn off and left alone in the corner, blending into the darkness.

"The content of these paintings is likely to change because of people who enter this place, cast some kind of curse, and burn them immediately!"

"receive!"

Without hesitation, several team members held special flamethrowers, ignited the flames of the orchid, and sprayed them on the paintings on the corridor.

The fuel of these portable flamethrowers is mixed with spiritual power, which is effective for burning grudges.

The blue flame stained with the Ukiyo-e, and immediately there was a disgusting rotten smell, and the sound of grease crackling continued.

In the green light, the originally quiet and elegant painting pavilion lit up with a blazing fire.

Immediately, including Mochizuki Che, everyone was in a dark spot...

...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

In the dark ward, a boy of about ten years old was lying weakly under the bed, curled up.

Suppressed sobbing, from time to time, overflowed from his biting lower lip.

Under the bald scalp like a chemotherapy patient, there is a blood-stained gauze slantingly covering the left eye.

And on his right arm, he was also covered with a thick bandage with unknown runes written on it and dripping with blood.

pain.

Endless pain.

Bone pain.

The unbearable pain spread from his right arm to every inch of nerve endings in his body, making his body tremble for not a second.

But what made him hide under the bed, covering his ears and shivering, wasn't the pain that was enough to make an adult's will collapse and feel like he was in hell.

"...Really, it's pitiful."

Outside the hospital bed, in the dark corner, stood a burly figure quietly.

"Who knows, the so-called thousand-year-old Wang Yuezhi..."

In the dark shadow, a pair of eyes burning with purple flames stared at him coldly.

"But there is no spiritual power, unable to use spells..."

With a rebellious air, hoarse and low, maddening whispers, kept ringing in the boy's ears.

"If you don't transplant ghost organs, even the spiritual body can't see the waste!"

"How about it, the feeling of your hand being cut off alive is very sour, isn't it?"

"That's intoxicating, enough to reminisce about the taste of a thousand years. This uncle also tasted it back then."

"By the way, there are eyeballs. What does it feel like to be dug out directly and immediately put in a new one? It's really curious..."

"Sorry, sorry... Until now, you can't look directly at the strong light, right?"

"Because of the backlash from the power of ghosts, even the lush hair has fallen out?"

"I'm looking forward to it. In the future, what kind of ghost organ will you be implanted and what kind of pain will you enjoy?"

That frantic voice awakened the endless pain in the past, and constantly eroded the young man's will.

"No, I won't lose to you... I am the descendant of Mochizuki, the heir of the blood of heaven and man!"

As if he was talking about the pain in his heart, the boy clenched his ears and bit his lower lip to retort.

"I want to... inherit my father's will..."

Popo's blood quietly dripped on the pale floor.

"Hey, it's ridiculous. The so-called blood of heaven and man is just a hotbed for random stitching of ghost organs..."

The moonlight outside the window turned its direction silently, revealing the figure standing in the corner.

This is a tall, stubbornly armored, white-haired, purple-eyed evil ghost with purple flames burning in the hands of a stout ghost.

The empty sleeve robe of his right arm floated with the steps he took.

"Your ultimate return is nothing more than a complete ghost."

Suddenly, his image changed, turning into a man covered in blood with ferocious wings on his back.

"Look, didn't your father completely turn into a monster because he couldn't bear the erosion of "Wings of Izu Zhentian"? "

Looking closely, the monster with two wings on its back turned out to be a man and a woman, each stitched together with half the body and the head.

"Oh, I almost forgot, and because of this, he ate his favorite wife, your dear mother."

And his voice ~lightnovelpub.net~ gradually turned into the overlapping voice of a man and a woman that the young man would miss so much.

"You are not allowed... to use my parents' appearance and voice!!! Father is for the family..."

Seeing the two broken faces in front of him, the young man let out a mournful low growl like a wounded wolf cub.

"For thousands of years, the members of the Mochizuki clan have inherited this gift and glory from Kaguya for the sake of the family!"

"Bah... Glory?! Kaguya's gift?!"

That figure seemed to have heard something extremely funny: "Hahahahaha! You are very funny, I haven't heard such a funny joke for many years..."

"This is obviously a curse that turns people into a ghost among ghosts!"

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