I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Since there are resentful spirits in it, let me go with a few of you. I should be able to help a little bit."

"Counting the old man, whether he is facing the evil spirits or the madman, the old man has the power to fight."

Infected by the words of Sosuke Araki, the Yamaguchi priest of Hegang Hachimangu Palace and the ascetic monk Acarya who sold "Evil Spirit Retreat Water" also took the initiative to ask Ichiko to enlighten him.

The two of them, together with Sosuke Araki, can be regarded as the only "young and middle-aged" among the spirit-eliminators in the field.

"However, our original mission was to protect all test takers, not to take you out of danger..."

Looking at the three people in front of him, Wu's expression struggled and nodded moved.

"No matter, if that's the case, then divide it into two groups and search separately."

The situation is urgent. Faced with the cults and resentful spirits hidden in the ruins of the execution ground, they really urgently need the help of the spirit removers.

Even if there are only a few "quasi-spiritualists" in front of them.

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Inside the ruins of the Suzumori execution ground, nun Niya ran swiftly in the woods holding a broken sword.

At this moment, her originally fluffy red hair was sticking to her scalp wet with sweat.

The nun's clothes on his body were also soaked in sweat, and a beautiful arc was outlined next to the body. In several damaged places, snowy skin was faintly visible.

Even the breathless breath in her mouth smelled of blood.

Even so, she didn't mean to stop and rest at all.

Because several twisted black figures were chasing silently and quickly not far behind her.

"These insatiable and demanding guys..."

"hiss……"

As the distance gets closer, you can see the figures clearly. He is a man with a naked and ugly body and running "happy" in an anti-human twisted posture.

Their shoulders are up, as if they are wearing a headgear, covered with a mass of "meat" full of tentacles, and the tentacles are also covered with densely dense mouthparts, green eyeballs and other various organs.

Soon after she and Hiroshi Tsugada broke through, they were overtaken by such unheard of "men" who seemed to be constantly evolving.

After being possessed by these men who did not know where they came from and did not cling to them, this ghost gained a more stable form, greater speed, and damage resilience than before.

In the chaos, desperate, the two can only choose to escape separately.

Looking back at the figures that were getting closer, Niya lifted her foot on a big tree beside her upper body, turned back and cut out with a sword.

The sword aura, like the setting sun, spread out from the remnant sword, and directly hit the "flesh" on the head of one of the figures.

The man's movements were stagnant for a moment, and the surface of the fleshy mass with his head twisted, and a gap left by the sword aura was repairing under the rapid creeping movement.

"Tsk, have you adapted to this level of Dusk Sword Qi?"

With an uncomfortable snort, Niya took the opportunity to return to leave.

At the same time, the remnant sword in her hand suddenly shrank like a dull after passion, and revealed the original appearance of the plastic utility knife.

"Oops... Enter the'sage mode'..."

Losing the blessing power of "Gulam", and accidentally staring at the countless green eyes on the tentacles of those ghosts, Niya instantly felt that the sky was spinning, and his ears were full of obscure, but tempting, crazy voices.

This seems to be an unkillable ghost, and the most indefensible thing is the erosion of consciousness that can be caused by sight.

"It's not... uh!!!"

Her original vigorous footsteps also staggered.

Scenes of fragmented scenes began to flood into Niya's mind.

At the center of the execution ground, the surface of the bisected support tower has been covered by layers of green flesh.

As the meat on the surface of the tower squirmed and split, countless tentacles, mouthparts, and organs kept surging and disappearing from time to time on the tower, slowly covering the surrounding ground.

The dense green pupils around the giant tower of flesh and blood glanced around, constantly sending a message: "Meat...fresh flesh..."

From time to time, naked men with their heads wrapped in meat came from the outskirts of the execution grounds and threw mice, hares, insects, birds, and even a few naked men like themselves directly into the huge squirming meat of the tower. superior.

The creatures that were thrown into the meat were like falling into a swamp. In the blink of an eye, they were submerged and squeezed by the split mouthparts and barbed tentacles, splashing waves of blood and minced meat... …

"Demon...this is a demon..."

These difficult things in front of me are nothing more than the huge flesh tower splitting out, searching for the vassals of the "flesh sacrifice"!

"Isn't it necessary to use this thing before I get the'Exemption from Spiritual Exemption" and officially start the investigation?"

Seeing her approaching at high speed, she could already see the hideous, fine-toothed monster in the split mouthparts, she unwillingly put her hand into the deepest part of the skirt...

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Dense and crisp gunfire sounded under the night.

The three spiritual power bullets were almost at the same time, and each accurately hit the green eyeball that was the largest among the flesh of the three men's heads.

As the eyeballs shattered and splashed with viscous green pus, the tentacles on the flesh were stirred in pain, and the movements of the man under him stagnated.

"A group of exhibitionists, deformities, have the ability to come to me..."

Ryoma's provocative tongue sounded in the shadow of the bushes before the second.

The three "men" slowly turned around, using densely packed vertical pupils that were constantly flowing under the transparent mucous membrane, they looked viciously at the "culprit" who had shot themselves.

"Hi...what is this... my head hurts..."

Looking at the dense, weird green vertical pupils in the air, Longma suddenly had a headache before the second, and could no longer hold the gun in his hand, and fell to the ground with his head in his hands.

"Are you from the Metropolitan Police Department? Go ahead and find a professional spirit remover. You can't deal with this thing..."

Seeing that the three ghosts turned and rushed towards the distant agent, Niya struggled to step forward to intercept, but instead one staggered and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the three men with heads resembling mutant octopuses approached at high speed with anti-human postures twisting their limbs, Ryoma held his head in both hands before the second, enduring the fine screams around his ears, and roared loudly: "Zongsuke, you guys. Where is the bastard, come on!!!"

"Here, here comes... I was urinating just now, so I solved it..."

A vigorous black shadow jumped out from behind Longma before the second, and directly greeted the three "men".

It was Sousuke Araki, who was in mid-air with both hands still pulling on the chain of his pants.

Because he and Ryoma worked tacitly before the second, the partner became a group and searched nearby.

However, Wu Yi took the other two test-takers and headed in another direction.

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