I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Hiccup..."

Amidst the frenzied resentment, a red shared bicycle was driving crookedly and unhurriedly along Showa Avenue, which was full of "broken down" motor vehicles.

"Hiccup..."

The blond man who rides the bike wearing a T-shaped strap and a camera, dressed like a "underwear perverted speed otaku", from time to time he blushes with alcohol.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, the girl wearing a witch costume with a long bow on her back is looking around with bright eyes.

The eight faint gou jade hanging on her chest bloomed with a faint gray light in the darkness like breathing.

The two of them were Sosuke Araki and Yu Mayumi Kotori who entered Taito District by bicycle.

"The strength of Mr. Araki is simply unfathomable..."

He wrinkled his nose and smelled the alcohol that Araki Sosuke exhaled, but Yu Mayumi Kotori didn't have time to find out when Mr. Araki was drunk.

In front of her, endless resentment was pouring into the back of Sosuke Araki, who was immersed in riding a bicycle.

Like a pair of black wings covering the sky and sun, stretched out from Araki Sosuke's back, ready to rise into the air at any time.

Such a magnificent scene, can't help but let the bird Yu Mayumi purs her lips lightly.

Having purified such a large amount of grievances, Mr. Araki still doesn't change his face.

It seems that I was too cautious about my previous imagination of the strength of Mr. Araki.

In the rear, the area where the grievances dissipated because of someone was about to be infested again by the thick black.

"You can't waste the opportunity created by Mr. Araki!"

On the bicycle, Xiaoniao You Zhenyu turned around and danced lightly with his long sleeves, her chest lightened with faint gouyu light up.

Pieces of talisman paper floated out of her cuffs unhurriedly...

"In the name of Akagi Ji's fate, I gave the land of the conferred god."

The falling talisman paper instantly turned into a vermillion torii composed of spiritual power, isolating the resentment that was flowing from all around.

The plaques above the torii gates read "Akagi" impressively, which is as good as the torii gate at the entrance of Akagi Shrine.

Behind the bicycle, on the road the two passed by, every nearly 100 meters, there appeared a small torii gate, which formed a magnificent and beautiful passage that was stacked and undulating.

Shinto Art · Akagi Chibon.

It is different from the case of the "Hell Apartment" event, when the torii gate must be relied on to be able to call the torii barely.

At this moment, without changing her face and endlessly summoning dozens of torii gates, Yu Mayumi, her actions proved that her cultivation has never slackened.

"The bird that can't fly", unknowingly, hovered happily in the blue sky.

Around the passages formed by the series of vermilion torii gates, street lights flickered and gradually restored the flames of the old city.

The bicycle that stumbled across the motorway, like a holy sword piercing the darkness, slowly opened a path to light.

People who were lost in resentment and gradually fell into madness, attracted by the light on that road, gathered here with their last instinct.

In their eyes, although they can't see the magnificent torii gates, this place is full of warm light and there is no channel for gathering black air. For them, it represents the hope of life.

However, this channel not only guides the living who yearn for the light, but also attracts the dead who hate the light.

"Mr. Araki, be careful..."

As if aware of something, Yu Mayumi Torii turned her head and looked forward, raising her hands vigilantly, revealing several talisman papers between her fingers.

In the resentment surging ahead, it seemed as if countless footsteps and murmurs were approaching here.

"Don't worry, although the road conditions are not so good... Hiccup... Since my driver's license was revoked, my bicycle skills have improved by leaps and bounds recently..."

Araki Sosuke, who was flushed red and drunk, was still talking nonsense with his big tongue.

"Riding this little night road is nothing at all... Hiccups... If it weren't for you in the car, I'll show you a'bicycle flying tornado 360 degrees raising the flag and head'!"

"Sure enough, it's very strange!"

Just as Toriyu Mayumi exclaimed in a low voice, a human head with long hair fluttering faintly appeared above the resentment that was constantly flowing toward Sosuke Araki.

Toward the two people below, the human head opened its blood basin and mouthed very quickly, and bit down fiercely in the air.

"In the name of Akagi Hime..."

It seemed that the ghost had already been sensed, and the bird Yu Mayumi reacted extremely quickly, holding a rune paper full of spiritual energy in his hand, and he was about to punch the man in the head with a fierce punch.

Chimanqi, also known as Feitouman, is a ghost whose head can be separated from the body and fly freely.

According to the ancient records of Akagi Shrine, simply destroying the head of Chimanqi cannot completely destroy it. It must be found out.

However, her "Expelling Spirit Wing Chun" has not had time to strike...

On his back, Araki Sosuke, who was riding his head in front of him, suddenly appeared like a big Peng spreading his wings, with two huge black arms shining with lava scriptures and muscles and muscles from the left and the right.

The black arm, which is several meters long, is still slowly extending and growing as the grievances flow in. At a speed that exceeds human response, the middle finger and thumb close together, flicking like a flower...

In the midair, hit by the middle finger with the afterimage and thicker than the thigh of an ordinary person's booger, the head suddenly showed a serene smile, bursting with a bright white light, and spun back into the resentment.

"It's not over yet."

Although his scalp was numb by the scene before him, Yu Mayumi Torii did not relax his vigilance, but constantly surveyed the surroundings with inspiration.

"You must find a very strange body before..."

Before she finished speaking, her inspiration had already found the goal.

The scarlet and strange headless body is sitting in the driver's seat of a car not far away, with his hands folded, turning into white light...

"Wait...upper..."

Tori Mayumi angrily put away the talisman paper in his hand, and then frowned and looked up at the top of his head.

With the blessed gouyu jade and witch costume on her chest, her inspiration range far exceeds that of ordinary spirit eliminators. Even in this terrible resentment, she can sense hundreds of meters away.

"Wraith? This number..."

In the distant mid-air, a torrent of countless gray and white wraith spirits instantly entered her inspiration range, passing over the dense flow of abandoned cars, and attacking them precisely like an intercontinental missile.

In addition to the resentful spirits, many terrifying existences of various forms also slowly appeared in that torrent.

"No, it's not just resentful spirits...and ghosts..."

It was the ghosts who had just spewed out from the gates of hell and broke through the Buddha's light around the apartment in front of Tibet, attracted by the lights and vitality behind the two.

"Ghost" is pronounced as "おに" in Japanese, which is a transformation from "おぬ", which means "hidden invisible". It refers to a mysterious form that cannot be seen by the human eye.

In the Shintoist concept of "All things have a spirit", there is not too strict a division between spirit, ghost, monster, and god. There are even many ghosts and gods that are transformed from the resentful spirits of the dead. .

Scarlet ghosts, blue ghosts, black ghosts with big sticks, horns on their heads, and mouths wide open.

The "hanging ghost" who drags the floor with a long tongue and urges people to hang himself...

The "goldfish ghost" of the fishtail human body...

The "ghost fire" burning with cold white light...

The huge desolate skeleton...

The "boat ghost" who was wet all over and died in a shipwreck...

As the distance narrowed, in the torrent of air, countless unseen and unheard outlines of ghosts emerged more and more clearly in the inspiration of Toori Yu Mayumi.

Feeling the majestic pressure from the top of her head, she frowned and subconsciously clenched the demon bow on her back, crying.

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