I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

As if infected by the noise below, on the sky covered by dark clouds or thick smoke, patches of white things began to fall.

"Puff."

Covered by the fine white things, the fire from the long-sword sun wheel on the building was also extinguished.

"Beware."

Abe Temple wielded several sword lights vigilantly, cutting off all the white things that fell above their heads...

It turned out to be a piece of white and pink petals.

"This is Sakura?"

When it touched the knife surface, the petals melted into fiery flames.

A touch of deep and shallow desire, then dripped in the heart of Abe Temple.

"This petal is also transformed by desire, very dangerous!"

The Yoshiwara Yuko, a sea of ​​flames, is colorful like snow, and a weird rain of cherry blossoms rained down like smoke.

As the cherry blossom rain fell, all the ground-bound spirits that were touched by the petals on the streets and alleys would burst into flames, causing them to cry even more tragically.

"Help... It's hot..."

"It's hot...Don't step on me..."

It is as if the charcoal that was originally burning quietly was suddenly splashed with alcohol.

"This Shenyin place seems to be getting more and more unstable..."

"I don't care so much, I will find the door first!"

As soon as the two of them stepped out of the alley and were about to sprint towards the Yoshihara gate in the chaos, the "flow of people" scattered on the street for their lives stopped suddenly...

"Wait, you... why there is no fire on your body..."

"Why are we going to die in the fire?"

"We were burned to death tomorrow morning, why should we suffer in the fire?!"

"These people who are pretending and greedy for pleasure, where were you when Yoshihara caught fire?!"

As the detestable earthbound spirits slowly turned their heads, countless spiteful gazes all gathered on the only "living person" on the Yoshihara Flower Street at this moment.

"Burn! Burn them to death..."

"Stay...accompany us..."

"They are so painful... so lonely... so dry..."

In the shop, the dark arms of those "black-toothed girls" suddenly became extremely slender, and from between the blood-stained wooden grilles, they densely protruded towards the two of them...

Above the flower street, the densely packed, charcoal-burning earth bound spirits, with a cruel and treacherous smile, surrounded them like a tide.

"Amitabha, everything in the world has a definite number..."

Kato Junko remained still, and the pink Buddha bell had spread out, enclosing the two of them.

"Today has this catastrophe. It must be my Buddha's compassion. I can't bear to see these poor people continue to suffer here..."

"Om... Om..."

The melodious and simple bells rang in the rain of cherry blossoms that fell on the top of the head, as well as the arms and silhouettes coming from the surrounding area.

"Then it's up to me to go to the Six Heavens of Desire Realm and climb the peak of bliss forever!"

A touch of pink Buddha light spreads in all directions with the Buddha bell as the center...

Happy Dharma·The Realm of No Desire·Expansion!

The earth bound spirit contaminated by this pink Buddha light, the desire hidden in the memory is gushing out, and the whole body is getting stronger and stronger!

"Uh...no... not there..."

"This lord... so short..."

"No, I still want..."

As the scorched and cracked death phase faded away, a group of naked men and women entangled and collided selflessly on the flower street and in the firelight...

"Abe-kun, there are too many of these earth-bound spirits, and the influence of my "world of desirelessness" will also decrease...please, send them one last ride. "

Looking beyond the long street and in the buildings, the dense dark figures are still pouring out endlessly. Junko Kato simply put his hands together and sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and reciting the Buddhist scriptures.

"Desire is lust. The Four Heavenly Kings regard form as their desires, benefit from the wind as their desires, Yemo regards holding as their desires, chubby takes their hands as their desires, transforms happiness into their own laughter as their desires, and others treat them as desires. and also……"

During the heyday of Yoshiwara Yukaku, the resident population was as high as 8,000 people, not counting pleasure-seeking guests.

In more than a dozen fires, the cumulative number of deaths has reached an extremely terrifying number.

"Needless to say..."

Inside the Buddha's bell, Abe Temple crossed his arms in his sleeves and his eyes were extremely peaceful.

"It seems that it will be a protracted battle."

Outside the Buddha bell, the sun and the moon double knives are flying in the wind.

Ice and fire, the light of the knife that is hard to distinguish with the naked eye, take it away like a mowing

In the pink Buddha light, the intertwined spirit body was swept by the icy and flame intertwined, indistinguishable light from the naked eye...

Heads with happy expressions rose up into the sky like mowing grass.

Above the Buddha bell, in the petals of the dancing cherry blossoms, snowflakes began to be mixed in it.

"On those nights when I was playing lovers' games, I was gasping for an answer with "Ahhhhh", and I was so sad when I played the scene..."

The fireworks are lingering, the cherry blossoms are falling snow, the Buddhist scriptures are chanted, and the singing is non-stop...

"Tonight, Yoshihara, the fire is scorching, knowing that it is full of false love, do you want to hug me?"

With the reverberation of Buddhist scriptures and the sound of swords, the lust for joy and the deceased’s rest in peace were staged simultaneously on Yoshihara Flower Street, revealing its true and cruel appearance under the wind, flowers, snow and moon.

...

At the crossroad of "Yoshihara Gate", go ahead one hundred meters.

Several men in suits were following a team of detectives with live ammunition and wearing special combat uniforms, and they set up a "snake formation" vigilantly along the road.

Not far behind the two teams with different costumes is a wooden arch about ten meters wide.

At this moment, the wooden arch crackled in the raging fire, but there was no trace of damage.

On the wooden sign above the arch, the words "Yoshihara Yanshang" were written impressively.

Around the gate, there was nothing in the place where the roads and buildings were supposed to be, only the thick fog that was too gray to be visible.

"Be vigilant, don't fire, pay attention to the distance!"

"Using the latest version of "Fried and Basal Ninety-Nine Flavor Exorcising Salt" to weaken it! "

Countless fine grains of salt, as the men proficiently waved their elbows and raised their hips, flying like snow under the night.

The command in the center is a suit and leather shoes, who looks like a serious Mediterranean middle-aged uncle with glasses.

Not far in front of them, a willow tree more than three meters high was standing there quietly.

This huge willow tree has "luxuriant branches and luxuriant leaves", with countless thick willow branches flying in the wind like tentacles.

Looking closely, those willow branches that are about ten meters long and countless are actually woven from strands of black hair.

And above the hair strands, like Japanese dumplings, are scorched black and charcoal heads, sparkling fire, and twisted smiles!

"No, even if there is no drop left, don't want me to leave Yoshihara!"

"Help me up, I can still do..."

"Don't drive me away... I can still rescue it again..."

Contaminated by the delicate powdery exorcism salt, these human heads and willow branches were corroded into strands of resentment, and an angry and unwilling roar rang out from their mouths.

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