Chapter 37: A Single Utterance, Heaven and Earth Change, Heaven and Earth Tremble

President Yamazaki clutched his chest, watching Mizuno Yuichi bitten into head and body separated, hearing that head monster say while chewing, "So delicious, so delicious"...

Terrified into sensory confusion, he pressed hard on his chest, trying to suppress his heart's violent beating.

A feeling of brain oxygen deprivation, unable to breathe.

At this moment.

He suddenly noticed that Sakada Wenzhijie beside him was gone.

"Ah!!" Sakada Wenzhijie screamed, the sound coming fast and leaving fast.

President Yamazaki suddenly raised his head to look.

His face changed abruptly.

At this time, Sakata Wenzhijie was far more tragic than Mizuno Yuichi.

He was grabbed into the sky by seven or eight crow-headed, human-bodied monsters, his head and limbs each held by a monster, pulled in different directions.

Rrrrip!

Sakada Wenzhijie's scream stopped abruptly.

His body, like being torn apart by five horses, hands, feet, head, and torso all ripped open, devoured by crow monsters, even his internal organs frantically snatched, flesh, organs, and minced meat raining down from the sky like snow.

Seeing this, President Yamazaki felt breathing momentarily difficult, his heart extremely distressed.

Immediately after.

President Yamazaki's breathing suddenly froze, his body shuddered, eyes rolled back, foam spilling from his mouth, he fell straight down to the ground, motionless.

Watching closely, no pulse remained.

Scared to death alive.

President Yamazaki's death gave everyone a feeling of sorrow for a rabbit's death moving a fox, and even more, a sense of envy.

For them, being scared to death was a death of unparalleled happiness.

At least they wouldn't suffer the pain of being torn apart and dismembered before death, watching helplessly as monsters dug out and scooped their intestines and flesh.

At the same moment.

The Great Monk's hand reached out, his thumb and index finger grabbing President Yamazaki's left leg lying on the ground, lifting his entire body up.

"Dead? What a pity, but at least he hasn't been dead long, eat while it's hot."

Saying this, the Great Monk opened his mouth, wider than a swimming pool, and tossed President Yamazaki inside.

This time, he ate very slowly, chewing thoroughly.

It seemed he felt he had eaten the executives too fast before, not tasting enough, so this time he savored it slowly.

The street before Sakura-Flower Corporation turned into a human hell.

Blood splashed everywhere on the street.

The walls were even covered in blood and bloody handprints, as if splashed with paint.

Bodies and remains littered the ground.

As long as they were dead, not a single corpse was intact; it was impossible to distinguish whose flesh, hands, and feet belonged to which person on the ground.

The scene was like the eighteen layers of hell.

A tragedy beyond human endurance!

Tokyo, Japan, Metropolitan Police Department.

"Ugh!!"

All the high-ranking government officials present vomited, and even several high-ranking police officials vomited.

Unlike the high-ranking government officials, the police had handled cases and witnessed bloody scenes, yet they still vomited.

Compared to the bloodshed inside the Yunhu, they felt the bloody scenes they had encountered in past cases were not bloody at all, like playing house, too childish.

"Sakada Wenzhijie probably never imagined he would die so miserably in his old age."

The high-ranking police official who had just recognized Sakada Wenzhijie, having just finished vomiting and wiping his mouth with a tissue, couldn't help but sigh.

Immediately after speaking, he recalled the miserable scene of Sakada Wenzhijie's death, his stomach churned violently, he snatched the trash can from the hands of the drunk high-ranking official who was vomiting, and vomited uncontrollably, this time even bile came out.

"Director Takahashi, although Sakada and the others are dead, I think it is necessary to investigate; perhaps we can find the key they used to open the door to the Supernatural world."

That drunk high-ranking official proposed.

At this moment, his face was deathly pale, not looking drunk; he too was scared by the scene, even sobered by fear, now clearer-minded than anyone.

"Hmm." Director Takahashi, face devoid of color, nodded with difficulty.

To maintain the director's dignity, he was forcing himself not to vomit.

Arakawa Ward.

The live-streaming UP host, wiping the vomit residue from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the Yunhu, fear in his eyes, panic rising in his heart.

"In ancient times, did the two worlds of humans and monsters truly intersect?"

Through the expert comments in the live stream, he had also reached the conclusion that monsters truly exist.

At first, he was very excited, never expecting monsters to truly exist, but after seeing the Sakada Group torn apart and swallowed alive by monsters, the excitement was gone, replaced only by dread and deep confusion.

"What did ancient humans use to resist the monsters?"

In the Yunhu scene, Mizuno Yuichi and the others were very strong, some strong and trained in martial arts and swordsmanship, yet facing the monsters, they had no room to resist at all.

Unimaginable.

In ancient times, how did humans survive, how did they exterminate the monsters?

Was it Onmyoji?

Since monsters exist, perhaps Onmyoji exist too.

Or was there help from gods?

The streamer was about to ponder further when a glance from the corner of his eye made his scalp explode with terror, his face turning deathly pale.

"This..."

At that moment, within the Yunhu scenery, the thirty-plus members of the Sakurada Group had vanished without a trace, while a pile of severed limbs and remains lay on the ground.

The streamer trembled.

He had only been distracted for less than thirty seconds, yet the monsters had already devoured the entire Sakurada Group.

He quickly scanned the scenery within the Yunhu.

At this sight, his whole body turned ice cold.

Of the thirty-seven people present, only three remained alive.

They were the youngest member of the Sakurada Group present, along with the two innocent girls the group had kidnapped.

Meanwhile.

Inside the convenience store, Kamikawa Mitsu raised his head slightly, gazing toward the distance.

"It's about time."

He whispered, then spoke aloud.

"System, consume Script Points..."

On the other side.

Watching everyone being eaten by the monsters.

The two innocent girls clung tightly to each other, emitting the piercing shrieks unique to girls, their faces pale, their lips turning white from fear, devoid of any color.

And that young man was even worse off than the two girls; he hadn't died of fright, but had soiled himself completely.

Seeing that everyone else was dead and only the three of them remained, the monsters turned their gaze toward them.

They were terrified, weeping like willow branches in the rain.

"Please, don't come over, don't come over."

"Who, who will save us?"

"Don't eat us, please don't eat us."

Whether watching the live stream or viewing it in the Arakawa District, everyone instinctively turned their heads away, unable to bear witnessing what came next.

The Sakurada Group were Japanese yakuza; if they died, so be it, and there was even a sense of satisfaction in their demise.

But those two girls had been escorted by the Sakurada Group members; by any measure, they were innocent.

No one could bear to watch innocent girls being torn apart and eaten by monsters, dying a gruesome death on the spot.

【Someone go save these two poor girls!】

【Sigh, they are doomed.】

【Damn, I want to save them so badly, but I'm powerless.】

【If there are monsters, there must be gods or Onmyoji, right? Please, Amaterasu Omikami, save them!】

【Pray to Amaterasu Omikami to save them!】

【Send an Onmyoji! Hurry, send an Onmyoji to save them!】

In every live stream room, although some people were making noise and enjoying the chaos, merely talking trash, the vast majority of viewers felt the girls' impending fate as their own, filled with nothing but pity.

The two girls' cries and pleas did not make the monsters stop.

Quite the opposite.

The monsters, who had been gnawing on the corpses of the Sakurada Group members, turned to look at them, grinning widely.

That smile, the corners of the mouth and the oral cavity, were covered in fresh blood, with fragments of flesh and meat clinging to the teeth; it was extremely eerie, causing anyone who saw it to have their three souls and seven spirits scatter in terror.

The Great Monk extended his hand toward the two girls, his eyes devoid of a single shred of pity.

At the same time.

The Head Monster, the Crow Monster, and other monsters charged toward the Sakurada Group member.

They sought the final delicious meal of this gluttonous feast.

Just as the girl and the young man were about to be swallowed alive and flayed, and many people were about to close their eyes, unable to bear watching the gruesome scene that followed.

Suddenly!

A soft whisper seemed to emanate from the deepest depths of the Nine Nether and the Blue Void, crossing the long road of the Yellow Springs, echoing across the Bridge of Naihe, piercing the Nine Heavens, threatening to shatter the vast sky, with a momentum vast and boundless.