It followed Inugami-senpai's side and continued to use blurred red light to dismantle the surrounding Yumeno.

At the same time, he controlled the return flow of red light to collect the large dark debris flowing on the ground, gathered it to his mouth and swallowed it.

The little tapir began to eat and swallowed whole.

To be honest, I'm tired of Yumeng's smell. Just smelling it makes me a little nauseous.

However, the Kamiya family’s current family motto is——

A porridge or a meal, remembering that it is hard to come by; half a thread, half a thread, constantly remembering the difficulty of material resources.

To put it bluntly, it means being frugal and frugal, and not wasting money.

As a member of the Kamiya family, the little tapir imitates its owner, imitates his example, and practices it.

…

The center of the battlefield.

The alienated dream boy knew that he had fallen into a trap, and frantically attacked the exorcists who were approaching him.

But the situation on the battlefield has reversed.

Grandma Gu, who was standing in the distance, tapped the bottom of her blind stick on the ground, and huge scarlet pupils slowly opened around the alienated dream boy.

Being stared at by these pupils, Mengnan felt unprecedented pressure.

The already damaged body became uncontrollable and stiffened in place.

At this time, Kamiyagawa also arrived at the main battlefield.

Prajna put on a mask of jealousy and turned into a slender ghost, following closely beside him.

The white powder in the sky invaded everywhere, and the black ghost claws easily crushed the dream boy who tried to block the way.

Coupled with the Kamiya River's Yin Lei Yang Lei, the journey was smooth.

"Mary!"

In the blink of an eye, Kamiya had already rushed in front of the alienated Yumeo.

You can already smell the putrid smell of Yumeng Nan's half-decayed body.

"In front of you."

The red mist swelled and surged, and Miss Mary, who was harvesting the monsters of Dream Man, obeyed the call and appeared in front of Kamiya.

The dress swayed, and the red mist looked like blood.

The machete dragged the mist, like a rainbow coming out.

The space around the blade was distorted by this powerful sword, creating illusory ripples.

It’s a bit difficult to determine the specific rating of the alienated dream boy in the dream, but being dragged into this space that is both real and imaginary, his level is the same.

Anyway, he definitely doesn’t have B-level strength.

Meng Nan was completely unable to withstand the siege of the spiritual masters and the swift and fierce offensive of Kamiya's main force.

The Ichimonji blade, carrying the thunder, struck diagonally from Yumeno's armpit. The bones shattered and lightning burst out, cutting all the way to the neck before stopping.

Mary's knife cut the tall alienated dream boy in half.

Ding bell——ding bell——

Zashiki Warashi rang the bell in excitement at the right time because of his old father's victory.

Mengnan, who was controlled by several red pupils summoned by Granny Gu, had no time to react before he fell to the ground and turned into ashes.

Weird talk about withdrawal!

With the withdrawal of the alienated dream boy, the dream of thousands of people finally became unstable and fell apart.

The overlap between the two worlds maintained by [Yun Waijing] gradually began to fail.

The entire dream of ten thousand people will burst into scattered dreams of various sizes throughout Japan.

And these scattered dreams are within the scope of the countermeasures room.

…

Tokyo.

Novelist's apartment.

The lampshade of the [Hyakki Lantern] that was targeted and attacked by the Aoi Lantern in Isehara was covered with cracks.

There was only a faint flame left, like a candle in the wind.

This is the last moment when the Qingxing Lantern destroys the "Hundred Ghost Lantern". The novelist uses his own life as a guide to continue the flame.

And at a certain moment, the fire, which was as big as a grain of rice, suddenly went out.

The entire [Hundred Ghost Lamp] shattered on the ground.

The novelist sat blankly in front of the desk, looking at the damaged green lantern. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he muttered to himself: "It turns out those spiritualists are so powerful... He gave it to me in Haishi."

I have used all the methods, but now it seems that it has come to an end."

It's the end.

Even the novelist himself has only a short time left because he sacrificed his life force.

The whole person looked like a terminally ill patient.

She sat there for a while, then slowly got up, changed her clothes, and walked out.

Tokyo, Mita Hospital.

The novelist drove here, changed into a white coat, and walked in the hospital corridor.

"Doctor Ise, are you on duty tonight?"

In the corridor, a young nurse saw her and said hello.

"No, I just came over to see my mother." The novelist smirked at the nurse and shook his head.

"Oh. Doctor Ise, your face doesn't look good."

"I've stayed up too late lately."

"Then you should have a good rest."

"I will."

The two chatted casually, and the novelist took the elevator directly to the sixth-floor ward of the inpatient department.

She entered a single ward.

An old woman with white hair lay on the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube mask covering her mouth and nose.

The novelist walked to the bedside and sat down.

The old woman on the bed opened her eyes and looked at her with relief in her eyes, but she didn't speak. She was probably too weak to speak.

This old woman suffers from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease and was seriously ill and was hospitalized some time ago.

The current situation is not optimistic either.

"Mother, I'm here to see you." The novelist used honorifics to address the old man on the bed.

She sat by the bed for a while and suddenly pulled out a piece of paper from her arms.

"I have written some stories recently... I know, I know, that you have always been against me doing these, but I am still secretly writing them. Several of them are actually written for you. I have one of them in my hand,

It’s not very well written, and I didn’t give the story a name. But let me read it to you. The story goes like this—”

"There was a mother, and she had a daughter. Sorry, it's a very bland beginning."

The novelist rubbed the wrinkled paper in his hand and continued:

"The mother and daughter have been living together. The mother has a wish that her daughter can become a doctor when she grows up. Influenced by her mother, her daughter has loved Tezuka Osamu's comic "Black Jack" since she was a child, and fantasized about being able to

Save lives and heal the wounded like the hero does."

"But as my daughter grew up, she began to feel powerless. Her grades in junior high school gradually declined, and her dream of becoming a doctor was gradually getting further and further away. And when her mother saw that her daughter's grades were getting worse day by day, she became angry and often blamed her."

Clumsy and stupid, he doesn't look like the child I should have given birth to. Well, that's what the mother said."

"When she was about to graduate from high school, even though her grades were not as good as she wanted, she still applied for the medical department of the National University as her mother had hoped. As expected, she failed."

"The mother was unwilling to admit her daughter's failure. She lied to people she knew around her that her daughter had been admitted to the Department of Medicine, and asked her daughter to lie together."

"The days full of lies made it unbearable for my daughter. In order to get rid of her mother's unreasonable restraints, she began to consider finding a job and leaving the family independently."

"When the mother learned about her daughter's idea of ​​​​escape, she became furious and began to restrain and tie her daughter up even more."

"She took away her daughter's mobile phone and deprived her of all free time. Even taking a bath together was required. The mother pricked her daughter's fingertips with a needle and asked her to write a letter in blood. 'Study hard and you will pass the exam.'

She said this to her daughter."

"A daughter can only continue to learn under her mother's strict control every day."

"Eight years, this life lasted for eight years. For the mother's dream, my daughter worked hard for eight years, failed for eight years, and suffered for eight years. A whole...eight years."
To be continued...