Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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He couldn't touch anything nearby, except for one thing, which dragged behind him. It was indigo blue, just like his tough, demonic body, and incredibly strong—it was his intestines.

His intestines... He then realized that he had been torn in two, but the silk threads in his hands gave him a new opportunity, transforming him into a new blue ghost, allowing him to live in this form.

The intestines were so tough that even though he held on with all his might, he could feel the strange pain, he still couldn't tear them apart.

At this moment, the blue demon's head had already fallen into empty space, and both monsters were letting out fierce roars, locked in a life-or-death struggle.

The male host clutched his intestines, looking at Fall Guys with a helpless and bewildered expression. He stared at every bulging vein on the body, at the defeated face, and at the comical cartoon wolf head.

"...I'm going to steal your thunder," he thought.

Ren Doutang was immersed in the thrill of the battle when he saw the person slowly turning blue.

He lay in a pool of blood, surrounded by shards of glass and desiccated heads, his eyes filled with helplessness and shock. Ren Doutang recognized him; he must be the one killed by the Green Ghost.

His left hand was wrapped with a red thread filled with resentment, and he held his own intestines in his hand.

His arm was bent, a sign that he was putting force into it.

What do you want to do? You're in this state, what do you want to do?

Even Ren Doutang was moved by the courage that appeared in that person's eyes, and shock appeared in his deep black eyes.

The man, transformed into a blue demon, leaped with all his might, and the blue intestines in his hands, like ropes, locked around the blue demon's neck.

He then plummeted downwards, and the red line of the entire clock tower fell wildly downwards.

The immense weight tightened around the green demon's throat, causing it to hiss and gasp. The demon withdrew its outstretched hand and tried to pull the intestines apart, but could no longer tear them open.

That ordinary man used his own intestines to inflict a form of strangulation on the ghost.

The blue demon's body was dragged downwards and fell from the hall.

The male host was suspended in mid-air by a red thread, and a green ghost with green intestines wrapped around its neck passed by him, its eerie eyes filled with terror.

The blue demon faced upwards, its fear and resentment almost tangible, sending chills down the male host's spine. But the surging courage and passion within him made him grit his teeth and glare back.

Die... Blue Demon. He could no longer utter a sound, and could only curse in his heart.

The golden goddess statue still holds her sword aloft, its blade so sharp that, like the victory and courage she symbolizes, it can cut through anything.

A blue body fell, and with a soft thud, it was pinned to the sword blade.

Indigo-blue blood flowed from the goddess's sword-wielding hand, dissolving the gold in the evil's blood. The goddess was bathed in the demon's blood, as if she were shedding tears of blood.

The blood smeared along the grooves of her mouth, as if she were smiling contentedly while crying.

The male host laughed silently as countless threads pulled his left hand, suspending it in mid-air, while his intestines fell from behind and wrapped around the corpse of the blue demon.

He looked up at the ceiling, where the red and blue ropes were divided by him.

It's like two worlds separated by a barrier.

Testimonials

Hello everyone, it's now available.

At first I didn't have much to say, but after thinking about it, I felt I had to say a few words.

This is my third book on Bookke in the real sense, even though I joined the site back in 16, hahaha.

I am a storyteller who enjoys writing complex and interesting characters, and I despise stereotypical characters and linear plots.

Therefore, my books always require careful reading. I have to repeatedly consider some lines before I can put them down, striving to make every character I create unique, not flat, boring, or mass-produced.

To be honest, many friends advised me to go to other sites because my writing style is not really suitable for the current Shuke platform, but I like it here, so I'll stay here.

Of course, I have many flaws, such as not knowing how to make easy money and using outlandish plot twists to drive people away before publication, but I can guarantee that my stories will only become more and more exciting.

Finally, there's not much I really want to say; this isn't a statement of farewell but rather an invitation.

Lu Zizhen's sins and past, Dou Tang's deeply hidden identity and power, Huai Yin's transformation and pursuit, the hatred and obsession of the evil spirits, and the experiences and personalities of the supporting characters... all of these have not yet been revealed, and have not yet begun.

I often say in the book club that I love my fellow book lovers because I feel that in this era, it is truly fortunate for someone like me, who would rather go hungry than write a few mindless plots, to have met everyone.

Thank you all for thinking so highly of me, and thank you for your companionship. I will not let you down.

Dear readers, we will only present you with increasingly exciting and meaningful stories.

That's about it. I'm rambling a bit.

Thank you all for your kind words.

Chapter 66 Shining Soul and Crown

The structure of the Blue Demon Mansion is very strange. The hall is completely hollow, and the spiral staircase goes up all the way up, but it does not connect to the fourth floor. If you stand on the edge of the third floor and look down to the fourth floor, you can see a new staircase leading from the fourth floor to the clock tower.

The building is nearly 15 meters tall. When it was completed, the height of each floor was far too high for the average height of Japanese people at the time. A person standing in the corridor would even feel like a dwarf, as if this mansion was not designed for humans.

No one knows who built the mansion or what gave rise to the Blue Demon.

But at this very moment, a magnificent yet bloody art form, a celebration of humanity, is unfolding here.

Countless red threads fell from the clock tower, intertwining like a spider web, forming an unbreakable rope that firmly bound a blue-clad human.

The person only had an upper body. He looked at the clock tower, his gaze seemingly projecting through the building to the distant sky, thus losing focus.

He panted.

His internal organs were suspended below his body, and a long, green intestine became the new rope that replaced the red thread, hanging down to the top of the goddess statue in the center of the hall and landing on the body of the green ghost.

The unseeing blue ghost, its tongue lolling out, stared blankly at everything around it with its eerie, enormous eyes. The human's intestines were wrapped around its neck, and a sharp sword pierced its chest—the very sword that had killed it.

This is a great revenge of mankind against evil, forged with courage and resentment, and constructed with crimson blood and a heart ready to die.

In the eyes of the Fall Guys, the human was shrouded in intense resentment, as if those who had died tragically at the hands of the Blue Demon had entrusted him with all their grievances, allowing him to take revenge on the Blue Demon even though he had lost half his body and was still alive.

Dou Tang crouched on the edge of the fourth floor, slowly deactivated his transformation, and looked at the person hanging in mid-air.

The male host was also surprised to see Fall Guy slowly transform into an indifferent young man, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Dou Tang shouted, "Hey, do you still have any sense?"

The male host nodded blankly, still reeling from his earlier surprise.

Dou Tang walked to the bottom of the clock tower steps, grabbed the red silk threads, and slowly pulled the male host up. At the same time, she turned around and said, "Huaiyin, step back. It's not suitable for you to watch."

Huaiyin pouted and turned her head away.

Lu Zizhen walked thoughtfully to Dou Tang's side, frowning as she watched the male host being slowly pulled up.

Dou Tang quickly pulled up all the red threads, and the male host also pulled the severed intestines back up, but... the scene was really quite bizarre.

A man who looked almost exactly like the Green Demon lay on the ground, panting heavily. His body was only half-formed, and he was shrouded in a gray-black aura of resentment. His face was slowly changing, and his eyes were bulging.

Dou Tang didn't care about the side of his body, and nodded in praise: "Very brave, young man."

The man struggled to force a smile and said, "You, you're Fall Guy, right... I'm your fan."

He was dying soon. The Blue Demon's constitution could only keep him in the world for a little longer. He was now at his last gasp.

His gaze slowly became unfocused, and his voice began to grow hoarse.

"Ah... I think I can't see anything anymore, hahaha... Fall Guy, are you still there?"

Dou Tang lowered her eyes, slowly reached out her hand, ignoring the filth and blood on the male host's hands, and grasped his hand firmly.

His tone began to become serious and earnest.

"I'm here. Is there anything else you want to say?"

The male host's lips trembled slightly; he seemed to struggle several times to sort out the words from his mind, which was on the verge of being destroyed by chaos.

"Thank you... thank you."

Why express gratitude? Dou Tang had no idea.

The male host slowly closed his mouth and eyes. The resentment emanating from his body began to invade the deepest part of the body. If left unchecked, he might become a new vengeful spirit.

But Dou Tang, being here, wouldn't let such a thing happen.

He placed his hand on the male host's forehead and began to mutter.

"You are granted entry into the garden, your sins are cleansed, and joy accompanies you until the moment before reincarnation, when you return to the world with a state free of attachment."

The black resentment surged into his arm, visibly as if he had put his arm into the eye of a black whirlwind.

Several minutes passed before these black cyclones slowly disappeared.

Your current holdings are as follows:

[Low-level vengeful spirit (purified): 31]

【Shining Soul: 1】

[Advanced Evil Spirit (Purified): 1]

[High-level evil spirits (not yet purified): 1]

[Intelligence Gathering Beans: 3]

A particularly strange soul appeared. The moment Dou Tang saw the word "Shining," he realized that it must be the male host's soul.

Shining... how fitting for the occasion.

Lu Zizhen, who was behind him, watched the entire process of the male officiant's ritual for the deceased. She frowned slightly, seemingly not wanting to see such a scene and unable to look directly at the corpse on the ground.

Sighing, Dou Tang looked at the green ghost on the ground again and said, "

"You all go downstairs, I'll go down first."

After saying that, he transformed into a jelly bean again, did a few warm-up exercises on the spot, and then jumped directly from the fourth floor.

He landed on the ground like a cannonball with a loud bang, the earth cracked in a spiderweb pattern, but he was unharmed.

Looking at the blue demon in front of him, the chubby, plump Bean Man reached out and scooped up the void above the blue demon's head.

A phantom golden crown floated above the Blue Demon's head. The crown that Lu Zizhen could never obtain no matter how hard he tried was now easily taken down by Fall Guy.

Congratulations! You've won a crown! Keep up the good work and strive for final victory!

[True Evil Spirits (Not Yet Purified): 1]

[Crown: 1]

[Congratulations! You've captured the soul of a real evil spirit! Real evil spirits can only be purified through the Fall Guys game! Call your friends and embark on a fun-filled ultimate elimination tournament against the real evil spirit!]

Each crown brings unexpected blessings! Open the crown to gain new power!

The Crown Game notifications kept coming in, and Dou Tang deactivated his transformation again, his expression somewhat solemn.

The Blue Demon is not a high-level evil spirit, but has another name: the True Evil Spirit.

Real... Why is it real? Could it be that the evil spirits I killed before my eyes were all fake? No, they definitely weren't fake... Then why is it real?

He frowned as he looked at the blue demon with its eyes wide open in death. At this moment, the corpse was just a soulless shell; the real blue demon had already been taken into the Fall Guys world.

He needs another Fall Guys game to truly purify the Blue Demon.

But... hehehe.

I don't care what you are, once you're on the field, I'll tear you apart!

Chapter 67 Fall Guys Elimination Tournament, Begins!

By the time the three returned to the scene, the original trio from the show had long since disappeared.

It was already evening when they returned to the house. Dou Tang said he was too tired today, so he just slept in the living room. The two women also felt that he had worked hard, so they let him lie on the floor. Huai Yin brought him a blanket.

In fact, Dou Tang has entered the Fall Guys world.

The familiar azure sky, with cotton candy floating in the air.

The familiar candy-filled land, with waves constantly crashing against the distant ocean made of milkshakes.

The track was bustling with activity. Two people in blue were sitting motionless on the ground, with a total of thirty heads behind them.

The thirty heads belonged to people killed by the Green Demon; those things were all low-level vengeful spirits.

The blue demon stared wide-eyed at his surroundings, his head, with too much space occupied by his eyeballs, no longer able to stimulate his brain to think about what was happening before him.

The male host was quite excited. His upper and lower body had been reconnected, and he had bruises all over his body. His left hand was also wrapped with a thin red thread.

"Where, where is this..."

He stood up, both excited and terrified, and spun around, looking at the world.

At this moment, Dou Tang reverted to his round, chubby jelly bean-like form, but this time he could speak.