I set off the Night Parade of Hundred Demons in Tokyo

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, Higashio Jiubiantai Hayashimura direction.

"Everyone, get in the car and we'll take you away."

"Please pay attention to order and don't cause chaos! There is still time."

The military and police are evacuating citizens in large numbers.

It can be seen that although there are many people here and they are densely packed, they are moving in the same direction, towards the east end of the city.

There is only one exception.

That was Natsumi Tsuchimikado who had just been brought over by a military vehicle. She ran towards Tōbayashi Village as soon as she got off the car.

In this scene of everyone running to the outside, Natsumi Tsuchimikado's unusual behavior was very conspicuous. It was difficult not to attract attention, and it attracted people's attention.

"Hey, what is that girl doing?" When the soldiers evacuating the crowd saw it, their expressions changed: "Hurry up and stop that girl."

"Is that woman crazy? Why is she rushing towards the monster?"

"Don't go there, it's dangerous, the monster is over there."

Some well-intentioned people tried to stop Tsuchimikado Natsumi.

Tsuchimikado Natsumi didn't seem to hear, her big clear eyes flickered firmly, staring in the direction of Higashikata Youkai.

Along the way, she saw the tragic situation of Higashikata. The injured were being transported out one after another. They were badly injured, with limbs and limbs broken off. They included citizens injured by the monster's aftermath, as well as soldiers who had fought with the monster earlier.

Crowds of people, disorganized, wailing all over the place, and blood flowing, were deeply imprinted in Tsuchimikado Natsumi's eyes, making her heart tremble and frightened, making her even more determined.

The monster must be stopped. Once the monster appears, her family will be in danger.

She ran all the way towards Tinglin Village.

The front is already close to the war zone and has been completely blocked.

Over there, there are no more citizens, all have been evacuated, and only the 12th Brigade, who came to support, is blocking the monsters.

They changed their strategies to avoid close encounters with the monsters, for fear of being affected by the strange coercion again, so they resorted to long-distance strikes and laid various traps, such as landmines, remotely detonated bombs, laser devices, etc., just to stop the monsters.

Boom boom boom! ! ! !

The deafening bombardment echoed in the ears, the sound was endless, the explosion made people's brains confused, and the tinnitus tingled.

Although you can hear and see the shocking sound of artillery and fire when you stand on the outside of Dongweijiu blockade, however, approaching the battle zone and feeling the war at close range is a different feeling. Your soul is horrified by it, and you truly know the intensity of the war. What? It's called artillery fire.

Bullets rained, bullets flew, artillery fire covered the sun and the moon, and the area was in turmoil.

Walking here, Natsumi Tsuchimikado looked at the dilapidated buildings and houses in the surrounding areas, all lit by blazing flames.

The clear and beautiful eyes reflect the scene of destruction.

She stopped.

Faintly visible, a few kilometers away in the sea of ​​​​fire, there was a figure bathing in the roar of artillery fire, walking towards this side.

The scene behind the figure was filled with waves of fire, dripping with blood, wreckage of tanks, chariots and shells everywhere, and corpses lying in a mess.

Like the god of death, which symbolizes destruction and death, everything and everyone is annihilated wherever it passes.

at the same time.

The evacuation place for Natsumi Tsuchimikado.

"That girl really went to the monster, she must be crazy."

"I guess he couldn't think of committing suicide."

"There are so many people committing suicide these days. Of course, it's possible that her family members and the like were killed by monsters. Let's run away. That monster has killed hundreds of people, not counting the Self-Defense Forces."

Some people in the crowd were talking, and they all believed that Natsumi Tsuchimikado committed suicide.

There is no other reason. Even the army has difficulty dealing with monsters. What can a girl do without a weapon? They could think of nothing but death.

And the next moment.

"Look!"

Everyone looked along and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Is that monk also going to die? Is that so?"

"Another one who wants to commit suicide?"

I saw an old monk wearing a big bamboo hat on his head and clasped his hands slowly walking towards the fighting area. I don't know if it was an illusion or something else. Everyone looked at the old monk and had an unreal feeling, vaguely out of the dust, but in this urgent and dangerous place, he It is as calm as water, in sharp contrast to everyone and everything around it.

At this time, from the other side of the fighting area, four or five soldiers came running with wounds and blood, carrying a stretcher with a soldier whose legs were blown off lying on it.

He howled in pain, his screams piercing his hair.

"Make way, make way quickly, where is the medical team!"

Four or five soldiers came and passed by the monk, but they did not care whether the monk was heading towards the fighting area.

The fighting situation and the wounded did not allow them to care about whether the people around them were going to the fighting area, and they did not hear the old monk reciting the Buddha's name when they passed by.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."

The soft voice sounded and echoed leisurely.

No one noticed, including the soldiers carrying the stretcher, that the soldier on the stretcher suddenly stopped wailing, as if he had been given a sedative or anesthetic. His expression was no longer painful, but peaceful, and his breathing became calmer. Well proportioned.

He actually fell asleep.

At the same time, the blood stopped flowing where the legs were broken.

When the soldiers put down the stretcher and the medical staff came forward, they noticed the change in their companions on the stretcher and couldn't help but be surprised.

"What the hell are you doing? Haven't you already taken care of the wound? You're asking me to take care of it. I don't know that I'm very busy right now. There are still many injured people waiting for me to deal with urgently."

When the medical doctor saw that the wound had stopped bleeding, he cursed angrily.

It's just troublesome. If you waste one point here, the other wounded will lose one point of hope of survival.

"No, we haven't dealt with it." The soldier was confused.

"Are you kidding? His leg will stop bleeding without treatment?" The medical doctor was angry. The leg was blown like that. How could he stop the bleeding without treatment? He subconsciously checked the wound of the wounded man on the stretcher and was stunned for a moment.

Um? How does this wound stop bleeding?

wrong! !

He suddenly discovered that there were no bandages on his legs, so he simply used a belt to strangle his legs. That would not stop the bleeding at all, it could only delay it. When he looked carefully, he was shocked!

The blood in the wound stopped just before the blood vessel broke, and did not flow out, and... and the wound was healing, extremely active, and the flesh, blood, and bones in the broken area were growing!

"Broken...broken limbs are reborn!!!"

The medical doctor screamed in horror, his pupils filled with disbelief.

Medical miracle? !

No, this is not a medical miracle at all, but a major medical discovery, a miracle!

When a person breaks his leg, he doesn't need to have it reattached. The leg can be regenerated directly. Moreover, the regeneration speed is such that it will probably not take long for the leg to regrow.

At this time, there was a sound of horror beside him.

"Why doesn't my hand hurt anymore?"

"Hey, my wound doesn't hurt anymore. Wait, where is my wound?"

The injured soldier who came with a stretcher suddenly found that his injury no longer hurt, as if he had been given anesthesia, but it was not an anesthetic. When he looked closely, he saw that the wound was healing on its own.

"What? Let me see!!" The medical staff was also shocked when they saw the exact same miraculous wound that stopped bleeding and healed itself at the speed of light.

That's right, the speed of light.

The healing speed is so fast that it seems like a month of wound healing time has been condensed into a few seconds.

at this time.

A soldier suddenly said: "I seem to remember that when the wound didn't hurt, I seemed to pass by a person... That person seemed to be a... monk..."

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Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa District, apartment.

Lord Kamikawa lowered his head to watch the live broadcast on his mobile phone. Deep in his dark eyes, there was a deep light, and a scene was reflected in front of him.

If someone could see the image in Shangchuan Zun's eyes and the image in the old monk's eyes, they would definitely find that the two images are exactly the same!

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Higashiojiu, Arakawa-ku, Tokyo, Japan.

The old monk walked at a leisurely pace, with an ethereal figure, and each step seemed like ten thousand steps. Wherever he passed, injured soldiers and citizens around the fields miraculously regenerated their limbs, their wounds healed, and their anxiety and sorrow... all of them calmed down.

Unconsciously, he had arrived at the war zone.

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