The two shikigami of the Kamiya family appeared in response to his call.
Kamiyagawa: "Uh... what did you two do last night? Why do I feel that you are so depressed?"
Mary:……
Prajna: "Tsk..."
Because he lost the fight last night, Hannya was not in a good mood. After seeing Kamiya, he thought about the origami bird again and felt even more unhappy.
She clicked her tongue, folded her hands on her chest, and took two faint steps away from the Valley of Gods.
Kamiyagawa:?
What's wrong with this guy?
Did I offend her?
Don't understand.
…
We briefly rested the team.
The Kamiya River once again impacted towards the great river in the sky.
This thing is in extremely bad condition today. It can't even run. It's probably really going to die.
"Zashiki, give me good luck!"
"Prajna, use your makeup to block its route!"
"Mary, uh... you guard the ground."
While commanding his own kaidans to fight, Kamiya silently recited, "Use my god of life to summon the god of nothingness, and use my own energy to combine with that spirit of nothingness", and summoned the Yin Thunder.
The mighty water thunder spread, and combined with the white powder sprinkled by Prajna, directly hit the head.
After that, all I saw was a big floating head falling down with a howl and moan, and a gossamer-like breathing sound coming from the mouth of this giant creature, as if there was only air coming in and no air coming out.
As it fell, it began to slowly decompose and turned into balloons with human heads.
Those balloons are also in a dying state.
The nylon-like outer skin easily breaks apart, deflates, and turns into a layer of shriveled skin that falls to the ground and turns into fly ash and disappears.
"It's done?" Kamiyakawa extinguished the electric light in his hand and raised his head.
Above the scattered lights of the paradise, in the blue-black sky, all the balloons with human heads in the sky were broken and falling.
Their weak wailing sounds gathered together, as if they were crushed and scattered in the wind, whimpering.
Very permeable.
Countless balloons fell, and at this moment Kamiya River was filled with auspicious red air.
[Mirage bag] There is a metallic buzzing inside, and the sound is sonorous.
The bronze [Candle Maker's Blood Pump] shot out, shot straight into the sky, and sank into the largest cluster of balloons.
Buzzing.
Mobile phone vibration.
The good news that Kamiyagawa had been waiting for for more than a week finally came——
[The boss is dead and 730 soul crystals were obtained!]
In addition, when the bronze blood pump flew into the air and slowly fell back to Kamiya's hand, it also came with a red and transparent Kaitan Heart Blood, which seemed to have thick liquid rolling inside.
[Get C-level Kaidan’s heart-breaking work!]
"Not bad, I got another C-level one." Kamiyakawa put away his heartache with satisfaction.
This thing is a necessary material for making dark candles for shikigami to advance.
He still has two C-level coins in his hand. In the future, Prajna will upgrade from D-level to C-level, and Mary will need one each to upgrade from C-level to B-level.
In addition, the operating mechanism of [Candlemaker Monk’s Blood Pump] is——
The higher the rating of the killed Kaidan, the more difficult it is to extract the other person's heart and blood before death.
At present, the blood pump pumps out C-level monsters, which feels a bit forced.
Mainly relying on the good luck of Zashiki Warashi to ensure the explosion rate.
"In this case, it will be very difficult to collect the blood of B-level or A-level monsters in the future. I don't know if this blood pump can be modified and upgraded to increase the explosion rate. Or, it is possible to upgrade the Fu Bao.
Advance to improve the effect of her good luck buff."
After collecting his thoughts, Kamiya thought about it for a while without thinking about it.
When the death prompt popped up, all the head balloons in the sky had dissipated.
There were several pieces of yellowed paper that were blown to pieces by the wind and fell downwards.
"What are those? Extra explosions after the death of the boss?" Kamiyakawa stared at the sky, then turned his head sideways, "Hannya, pick those up."
The purple and white undergarment that was named quickly flew into the air, chasing the flying papers.
After a while, all the yellowed papers in the air were picked up and handed to Kamiyagawa's hands.
[Get Itakura's essay autobiography (1)!]
[Item name: Itakura's Essay Autobiography (1)]
[Quality: No rating for special props]
[Effectiveness: 1. If you want to be the next director, you should probably fully understand the life of the previous director. 2. Showing the corresponding autobiography chapter to the ghost story mentioned in the autobiography may change the ghost story's attitude towards you.
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[Explanation: Who is a serious person who writes an autobiography? It is an autobiography written by Ryozo Itakura, the former director of Nara Dreamland. There are four chapters in total. What unexpected events will happen in Nara Dreamland after they are collected together.]
"This thing...the autobiography of the former director? Is it related to the special task of [becoming the new director]?"
Kamiya took a few pieces of yellowed paper in his hand and read through the information provided on the phone.
After that, he simply arranged the papers in his hand to make his narrative coherent.
The above content is as follows——
My name is Itakura Ryozo, I was born in 1945 and have lived in Nara since I was a child.
My mother died in childbirth.
Because of this, as long as I can remember, I have felt that there is a sadly thick barrier between me and my father.
My father is an alcoholic.
I heard from others that this was a bad habit he picked up after his mother passed away.
After he drinks, he often beats and scolds me for no reason. He calls me a bad son. I can feel that he hates me.
Ah, actually I also long for it.
A normal father-son relationship.
The son grows up to be the pride of his father and so on.
How beautiful.
I grew up with my father beating and scolding me for no reason until I was in high school.
I remember that at that time, I would often see many feathers on the ground on the way home from school.
Crow feathers.
Where I live, there are quite a few crows.
They are very noisy.
Occasionally, I would pick up some beautiful-looking feathers on my way home, and unknowingly I developed a hobby of collecting feathers.
I will put all the dark crow feathers I collected under the bed, and take them out to play with when I have nothing to do.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Later I saw the crows flying across the sky and squawking, and I no longer thought they were noisy.
Just thinking about the fur under my bed, and how soft the bird's body must be that gave birth to those beautiful feathers.
I decided to catch a crow.
Live.
I got some ether from the school laboratory and used the medicine to make a bird trap with bait.
After several failures and improvements, I finally succeeded in catching a crow.
That was the first time in my life that I felt a sense of accomplishment.
At that time, the crow was lying quietly on my hand. I suddenly felt a shock, my heart was beating loudly, and my blood was gushing.
What I hold in my hands is a living life.
Actually, I originally planned to keep watching the crow and release it when it wakes up.
But when the crow really started to regain consciousness and struggled continuously.
By some strange coincidence, I didn't let go of my hand, but instead held it tighter.
I only remember that the feathers on its chest were trembling and it looked very attractive.
Slowly, the crow stopped moving.
Later, I got rid of the crow and left a feather as a souvenir.
From that moment on, I had a new hobby of collecting.
In 1963, I left school and started a small business. By that time, I had become proficient in making more effective anesthetics using ether.
So I found bigger game, first rabbits, then cats, then dogs and deer.
I'm very talented.
It is no exaggeration to say that I am a genius in this area.
It's a pity that my father doesn't know these things and he can't be proud of me.
It was the spring of 1967, probably around this time, I don’t remember clearly.
In our town, a housewife named Tomoko Kaga disappeared.
At that time, the police searched the town but could not find her. The people in the town even organized people to help search for Ms. Kaga.
I also participated and looked for it together with everyone.
Of course, it all ended in vain.
Ms. Kaga really disappeared and disappeared from the world. In the end, the town characterized her disappearance as a ghost.
Haha, it's really interesting.
Shenyin hahahahaha.
The first time I heard people in town say this word, I ran back to my room, locked the door and laughed until I lost my breath.
A few months after Kaga disappeared, my father found a wooden box in the basement of our home.
He opened the box.
Yes, how could he not open such a conspicuous and unfamiliar box?
In the box he saw feathers, animal paws, and a woman's finger with a wedding ring.
That was my collection and I showed it to my father.
I think he will be proud of me after seeing this.
Why scold me, hit me, treat me like trash!? Why why why? (The handwriting of this sentence is distorted and has been obliterated with force)