I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Huang Gu looked into his own hand blankly, only to notice that the resentment around him was slowly converging towards this thing.

The cold soul fire in the pair of eyes suddenly ignited with anger.

This thing, dare to snatch grievances under your nose? !

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

As the vibration became more intense, a black and white figure, like a beast pulling out of its cage, tore the outer tarpaulin to pieces, roaring out of it.

The figure was extremely fast, dragging the afterimage to run down from the hand of Huang Skull, moving flexibly between the bones along his huge body.

The huge wild skeleton, like a gorilla ridden by fleas, can only turn its head dullly, trying to see clearly what is happening in front of him.

"This is……"

Looking at the scene in front of her, Mochizuki Ayano covered her small mouth in surprise.

With Mochizuki Ayano’s dynamic vision, it is natural to see clearly the black and white figure that is "repeating horizontally" along several ribs of the wild skeleton, which is as flexible as a beast. It is surprisingly...

"...That guy's locomotive?"

This is a retro locomotive.

Yamaha XJR4000.

She had never forgotten, and naturally remembered that the owner of this locomotive was a bad young man who was suspected of being the reincarnation of a high monk.

I vaguely heard, what kind of samurai did that guy call this car?

"Boom boom boom..."

Just as she was extracting the memory in her mind, the black and white locomotive that jumped from the arms raised by the wild skull completed the "Full Body Oil SPA" for the other party in the roar of the exhaust sound of the beast, and ran the one between the other party's legs. The thick and long bones fell steadily to the ground.

After landing, this black-and-white locomotive suddenly stopped behind Huang Gu and stood still.

"Kacha...Kacha..."

In the center of the silent parking lot, there was the sound of fragments of bone fragments.

In the reflection of Mochizuki Ayano’s golden pupils, the giant desolate skeleton that was still majestic a second, claiming to turn itself into a certain bone of it...

He even kept the previous action, like a pile of high blocks accidentally drawn by mistake, collapsed suddenly.

That sturdy and huge bones, in front of the high-speed spinning tires of this locomotive, was unexpectedly vulnerable.

The broken bones fell like rain and piled up into a hill.

"...Sengoku...Samurai..."

Looking at the little locomotive standing still behind the Bone Mountain, Mochizuki Ayano seemed to have seen the sword-drawing technique used in the Warring States Period, passing by the opponent, and closing the sword gracefully after one blow, saying something like "You are already A samurai with lines like "dead".

This reminded her of the name of this old locomotive.

"In other words... a locomotive can also become a Fusangshen?"

Fusangshen refers to objects that have been left unattended for a hundred years, absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, accumulated grievances, or felt Buddha's nature and spiritual power to evolve the existence of the soul.

What can be turned into mourning is usually an object with a relatively simple structure.

A modern vehicle with a complex structure composed of hundreds of parts at every turn has turned into a lost spirit...

Even the well-informed Mochizuki Ayano has never heard of it.

Moreover, someone’s driver’s license was revoked just over a month ago.

During this period, did this locomotive have to be reported to be "Fu Sanshen Crash Course" for its loneliness, so it spanned the hundreds of years needed to gather grievances?

"Puff... boom boom boom..."

The dust settled, and as the roar sounded again, the black and white figure of the warrior warrior quickly rushed out of the apartment door.

"and many more……"

Mochizuki Ayano did not speak, and the locomotive had disappeared from her sight.

Only left, in mid-air, a tail gas turned into a heart shape, making her dumbfounded.

Regardless of entanglement with the leaving locomotive, Mochizuki Ayano loaded the gun in his hand with a solemn expression.

"Boom...boom..."

With two abnormal noises, the door of hell in the air was completely opened by the two wild skeletons at this moment.

Countless black shadows gushing out from the door like a fountain, and scattered under the night.

"Oops……"

A giant leg covered with mud and curly hair suddenly appeared on the ceiling of the apartment and stomped on Mochizuki Ayano.

Mochizuki Ayano quickly jumped out of the window and hung her body on the edge of the window before avoiding the fatal kick.

She didn't have time to pay attention to the abnormal situation in front of her, but her eyes were always staring at the figure that was constantly pouring out of the gate of hell.

"... If these ghosts in hell are allowed to escape into the world, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Amitabha……"

Accompanied by the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures, a golden Buddha light soared into the sky in front of the apartment in front of Tibet, covering the entire apartment and the sky above, and the dark shadows that flowed out from the gate of hell were immediately stopped.

"Mochizuki donor, that is the'Footwash Mansion', you need to get rid of the mud on its legs first."

The foot washing mansion is a huge leg and foot covered with hair that suddenly appeared when the ceiling broke open in the legend.

If the people in the house wash their feet clean according to its requirements, the giant legs will retract to the ceiling.

However, if it is not completely wiped out, the ghost will still entangle the house owner, appearing continuously on the second and third days, until the death.

"Propaganda host!"

Mochizuki Ayano looked back, her face suddenly happy.

In the Buddha's light package, it was the Kawasaki Master Temple presiding over the Dharma and dozens of monks.

"According to Kukai presided over the will, all those who succeeded in Buddhism at the Kawasaki Master Temple will enter the world and eliminate the spirit, and they will rest until the death..."

"Entry into the world to eliminate spirits, and rest until death..."

"Entry into the world to eliminate spirits, and rest until death..."

As the monks chanted the sutras in unison, those resentful spirits and ghosts of various shapes that hit the high wall built by the Buddha's light were then pressed to the ground by the invisible force, and gradually dissipated in the painful wailing.

"Amitabha, the poor monk will be a step late after all..."

He glanced at several black shadows that broke through the Buddha's light and disappeared into the night sky, and Kofa frowned.

Those who can break through the Buddha's light and leave are all powerful ghosts.

However, in front of him, the resentful spirits gushing out endlessly in the gates of hell made the monks have no time to take care of them.

What they can do is stop everything in front of them and give their trust to the spirits who are still coming from the periphery.

...

"Is there anyone nearby? This is the temporary evacuation team of the Taitung District Police Station. Please follow our instructions to evacuate immediately..."

In the dull neighborhood where there are so many grievances and invisible fingers, several men wearing green fluorescent belts and riding bicycles are holding huge, thick and green light sticks for disaster prevention, running and shouting in the dead streets. .

"If there are people trapped, please call us for help immediately..."

They wear different costumes, some are wearing psychic combat uniforms and psychic goggles, and some are just wearing ordinary firefighting uniforms or police uniforms.

From time to time, when they heard a cry for help or a crowd on the street, these men would come forward to help, take out a light stick from their body and pass it to the other party, and indicate the correct direction of escape.

The men who broke into the grievance area are the temporary search and rescue forces composed of the Metropolitan Police Department, the Fire Department, the Ministry of Defense, and the Self-Defense Force after the ninth class detectives headed by Takeshi Iwata evacuated the Tibetan apartment. Search and rescue the remaining people.

The agents in Lesson 9 used practical actions and their own lives to implement Mochizuki Ayano's will.

Fight your life to survive and do everything within your ability.

On different fronts, fight together to the end.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!