I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Don't worry about the tatters for now, what we are looking for should not be there..."

Mochizuki gave an order and took the lead to speed up and continue to descend.

In these buildings, there are only furniture and utensils that match the level of the house, but there are no traces of food, firewood, water and other consumables...

Naturally, it cannot be prepared for living people.

Down the stairs, a unique painting pavilion built on a suspended platform appeared in front of everyone.

"Ukiyo-e?"

Taking the lead into the corridor in the center of the painting pavilion, Mochizuki looked at the bloody and cruel pictures on the scrolls on both sides without changing his face.

"Hmph, these broken paintings, hung in this place to make a fuss, are quite ‘relevant’."

Most of the members of the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team had previously performed various secret missions overseas with him. The more cruel corpse mountains and blood seas had been seen with their own eyes, and they didn't feel any discomfort.

"This paper... what kind of animal's skin looks like?"

Reaching out and touching the pale yellow "painting paper", Mochizuki only felt extremely delicate and flexible.

On closer inspection, there is a pore-like texture on it, which seems to be some kind of leather, which blends well with the ink on the surface.

"Wait, this one, this one..."

Suddenly, his gaze fell on more than a dozen paintings hanging behind.

At the end of the corridor, the exquisitely composed and boldly colored Ukiyo-e pictures depict a man in various tragic postures being tortured and killed by a group of terrifying, resurrected corpses.

What is inconsistent with the quaint surroundings is that the men who died tragically in the paintings all wear helmets, wear combat uniforms, and hold firearms...

It's like an extremely modern combat team.

"We are the ones who painted this picture?!"

Mochizuki discovered the clue for the first time.

"It can't be wrong, these living corpses, and the desert, they were in the Middle East..."

And he himself is also impressively listed.

In the picture, he was naked, curled up in the endless darkness, his face sullenly held in his palm by a huge ghost claw, his entire limbs were twisted and burst due to his strength, and various internal organs flowed all over the floor.

Even the proud right arm had already been torn off, and was left alone in the corner, melting into the darkness.

"The content of these paintings is likely to change because of the people who enter this place, cast some kind of curse, and burn them immediately!"

"receive!"

Without hesitation, several team members held special flamethrowers, lit the flames of the orchids, and sprayed them at the paintings on the corridor.

The fuel of these portable flamethrowers is mixed with spiritual power, which has special effects for burning things that contain grievances.

The blue flame was stained with the Ukiyo-e, and there was a disgusting rot and burnt smell immediately, and the sound of grease crackling continued.

In the green light, the originally quiet and elegant painting pavilion lit up with blazing fire.

Immediately, including Mochizuki Che, everyone's eyes were black...

...

"Woo...oooo..."

In the darkened ward, a ten-year-old boy was lying weakly under the bed, curled up.

The depressed sobbing sound overflowed from the lower lip he had bitten from time to time.

Beneath the bald scalp, like a chemotherapy patient, is a blood-stained gauze obliquely covering the left eye.

And his right arm was also covered with a thick bloody bandage with unknown runes written on it.

pain.

Endless pain.

The pain of bone erosion.

The unbearable pain spread from his right arm to every inch of the nerve endings in his body, making his body tremble for a second.

However, what made him tremble under the bed, covering his ears, was not the pain that was enough to make an adult’s will collapse and feel like he was in hell.

"...Really, poor."

Outside the hospital bed, in a dull corner, a burly figure stood quietly.

"Who knows, the so-called Mochizuki family of the thousand-year-old door..."

Among the black shadows, a pair of burning purple flames stared at him coldly.

"But I don't have spiritual power, and I can't use art..."

With a jealous, hoarse, low, maddening whisper, they kept ringing in the boy's ears.

"If you don't transplant ghost organs, you can't even see the waste of the spirit body!"

"How about it, it feels sour and refreshing, isn't it?"

"That is so intoxicating, enough to reminisce the taste of thousands of years, my uncle also tasted it back then."

"By the way, there are also eyeballs. What does it feel like to be dug out and put in a new one immediately? It's really curious..."

"Sorry, sorry... Until now, you still can't look directly at the bright light, right?"

"Due to the backlash of the power of ghosts, even the thick hair has fallen out, right?"

"I look forward to it. In the future, what kind of ghost organ will you be implanted and what kind of pain will you enjoy?"

That frenzied voice awakened the endless pain of the past and constantly eroded the young man's will.

"No, I won't lose to you... I am the descendant of the Mochizuki clan, the heir of the heavenly blood!"

As if being said to have hit the pain in his heart, the young man pressed his ears and bit his lower lip to retort.

"I want to... inherit my father's will..."

Popo's blood quietly dripped on the pale floor.

"Hey, it's ridiculous. The so-called blood of heaven and humanity is just a hotbed for random stitching of ghost organs..."

The moonlight outside the window turned silently, revealing the figure standing in the corner.

This is a tall, stubborn ghost with white hair and purple eyes, and purple flames burning in his hands.

The empty sleeves of his right arm floated with the steps he took.

"Your final journey home is nothing more than becoming a ghost."

Suddenly, his image changed, turning into a blood-covered man with hideous wings on his back.

"Look, your father, didn't he also completely turned into a monster because he couldn't bear the erosion of "Yijin Wings of True Heaven"? "

Looking closely, the monster with wings on its back turned out to be made up of a man and a woman stitched together with half of the body and head.

"Oh, I almost forgot, and because of this, he ate his beloved wife alive, which is your dear mother."

And his voice gradually turned into a duplication of a man and a woman that the young man would miss so much.

"You are not allowed to... use my parents' looks and voices!!! Father is for the family..."

Seeing the two broken faces in front of him, the young man let out a stern growl like a wounded wolf pup.

"For thousands of years, the members of the Mochizuki clan have been for the family, inheriting this gift and glory of Kaguya Ji!"

"Bah... Glory?! Kaguya Ji's gift?!"

That figure seemed to have heard something extremely funny: "Hahahahaha! You are very funny, my uncle hasn't heard such a funny joke for many years..."

"This is obviously a curse that makes people turn into ghosts among ghosts!"

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