Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Those who can stop with the will, either someone has taken on the pressure for you, or they are heartless.For such heartless people, we usually call them masters!

Wang Xuebin is like such a master now, the tatami in front of him is full of snacks, holding a big bucket of happy water in his hand, eating and drinking, looking at the cat and mouse with silly joy.

He still lives in a rented B&B, located in the northern part of Kyoto, the place is quite remote, and there are no people living in the nearby area.

The people who lived in this area either moved away or died. The houses they left behind were purchased and remodeled by a real estate company and turned into B&Bs and residential houses for rent and sale.

Although there is a company that manages it, to be honest, the management is not in place. The alleys in and out are very narrow, and the road conditions are not ideal. There are shrubs and weeds everywhere, and it feels very messy.

The place is remote, there are no special services, and even the general infrastructure is not perfect. If this place is not infested by mosquitoes, Wang Xuebin really would not choose to live here.

The house he lives in is called Xinye House, which is the largest B&B in the vicinity. It has two floors, and there is a small compartment on the roof of the second floor, which is used to store some sundries such as repair tools.

The layout of the house has seven rooms and three halls, three bedrooms on the second floor, a tea room, four guest rooms on the first floor, a living room and a dining room.

The kitchen is semi-open, and you can cook for yourself. Unlike the homestay that Wang Xuebin rented before, the company that rents out this homestay does not have any requirements such as not being able to cook cooking with a lot of oily smoke.

This is also understandable. After all, one is a company, one is an individual, one is specialized in this industry, and the other is just a few houses that cannot be vacant in hand to make some extra money.

With different ideas and purposes, the requirements will naturally be different, but in comparison, Wang Xuebin still prefers the small house in Osaka.

It's not because the house is too big and it looks empty, but because this place is too gloomy!

There was no chirping of insects or birds, no sound of passing vehicles, and nothing could be heard except the occasional quarrel from the mansion behind the house.

It's just too quiet here!

'Ding ding ding! '

In this world, you come as soon as you slap your face, and just after you can't hear any sound, the noisy footsteps outside the door start to protest.

Wang Xuebin showed a meaningful smile, and shouted to the door of the tea room:

"Junxiong, go upstairs more lightly!"

Junxiong is a neighbor's child. Like the Kong-chan he met before, he is seven years old, but Junxiong's seven-year-old is different from Kong-chan's seven-year-old. Junxiong has been seven years old for several years!

Outside the door of the tea room, a small head poked out, with big round eyes, staring straight at Wang Xuebin without blinking.

"Did Mom and Dad start to fight again?"

Wang Xuebin said, picked up a pack of snacks, shook Junxiong, and called him over.

The colorful snack packaging attracted Junxiong's attention, he didn't speak, and ran over in a 'denden' manner.

Wang Xuebin frowned, stuffed the snacks in Junxiong's hands, poured him another cup of Coke, held him in his arms, and watched the cat and mouse on TV while eating.

The strange thing is that no matter how funny the content on the TV is, no matter how Wang Xuebin smiles, Junxiong in his arms will always have that indifferent expression, without a trace of a smile.

Perhaps, only when it is naughty, can we find a trace of innocence and childlikeness that a child should have from it.

Junxiong is a neighbor's child, his parents are not qualified, his father is narrow-minded, jealous, possessive and violent.

The mother is an indifferent, ignorant, sensitive, and abnormal psychopath with low self-esteem.

In such a family, Junxiong can still grow up to seven years old in good health, which is already blessed by the 800 million gods in Japan.

It was a mistake for Junxiong's parents to get married in the first place. As an illustrator's father, he met Junxiong's mother by chance, and was instantly attracted by her melancholy and weak temperament.

The father's possessive desire broke out, he came to his mother, and confessed to his mother in a simple and rude way. The father's way of confessing was just a rough 'I want you! 'That's all!

The mother doesn't like her father, but she is a psychopath, from birth to today, except for her parents, she has never felt this kind of feeling of being valued and needed like she is now.

Driven by this emotion, mother nodded in agreement!

Although the proposal and marriage seemed a bit unreasonable, the life of the two after marriage still had a smooth time.

Despite my father's small-mindedness and irascibility, and my mother's tantrums whenever she complimented another man, apart from that, the two of them lived a very happy life.

At the end of the year they got married, their mother conceived their child, Xiao Junxiong.

Even the father missed the honeymoon time because he was too busy with work, and he took the pregnant mother to an old hotel on the shore of Lake Hakone to stay for a few days.

Although Na Yan's father didn't say it clearly, the mother still sensed the meaning of his father's apology and compensation.

The first light of dawn that appeared around the ridgeline of the morning shone on the misty lake, and the sunlight quickly washed away the mist and shone with jagged waves.

It was in this old hotel by the Hakone Lake that the mother, who was indifferent and emotionless by nature, experienced the meaning of happiness for the first time, and for the first time raised expectations for her future life.

She felt that her past suffering years were over, and God was fair. After giving her endless painful years, she would definitely give her a happy future!

She firmly believes, she is looking forward to, looking forward to the birth of a child, looking forward to a happy family, looking forward to a better future, looking forward to a happy tomorrow.

But the wrong cause can only bear the wrong fruit, how can the seeds of sadness grow the flowers of happiness?

Mother never knew that even though she had experienced countless sufferings in the past, for her, the real suffering had not yet begun!

Who told her to call her Kayako?

Chapter 4 and Six

Okayama is located on the west side of Osaka, more than 170 kilometers away from Osaka. In the eyes of Chinese people, Okayama is not as famous as Tokyo, Osaka, Nagoya and other cities.

But in Japan, Okayama is one of the very few prosperous cities that are not within the radiation range of Japan's three major metropolitan circles.

Okayama has a warm climate and is one of the cities with the least rainfall in Japan. Because of the long sunshine hours, the grapes, milk and other specialties produced in Okayama are of very good quality.

In addition, there are many historical building resources and hot spring resources here, so this place is also one of the resorts for Japanese people to travel and vacation.

The festival is approaching, and there is an atmosphere of celebration everywhere in the streets and alleys. This atmosphere is not only liked by people, but also by ghosts.

And in order to celebrate their own festival, the ghosts also prepared entertainment programs for themselves. People's entertainment programs are exorcising ghosts, so the entertainment programs of ghosts are naturally driving people away!

In the streets and alleys of Okayama, living people are fleeing crazily. They don't know where a safe place is, so there is no rule in their escape routes.

Of course, Li Gui's celebrations are also irregular. The addition of the two makes the order in Okayama even more chaotic.

I don't know when, the shrines in various regions that were rumored to be more effective, regardless of the upcoming festival, all closed their doors.

When those people who came to ask for help saw this scene, they went crazy instantly.

They are afraid of ghosts, but it doesn't mean they are afraid of living people. They don't have the courage to face ghosts, but they have the courage to smash shrines.

The most devout believers of the shrine on weekdays rushed to the front at this time, smashed open the gate of the shrine, and rushed into the shrine, revealing their deep-seated inferiority.

Not long after, the originally effective shrines ignited raging fires. The shrines were in a mess and collapsed with broken statues, with wide mouths, as if they were laughing at this despicable nation.

riots begin