I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"You...you are..."

A soldier wrapped in a heavy army coat, military cap, scarf and gloves, carrying a spear on his back and covered with snow, formed an invisible white lineup and emerged from the darkness.

"With a sullen face talking about achievements, but the only thing that can be called delicious is the dried plum."

Even though they were covered with snow, their frozen eyes had long lost their color, and their mouths were cracked enough to swallow a human head, they were still numb, slowly and firmly moving towards the train...

"Sleep with your clothes on the spot, with your rucksack as a pillow, and your coat as a quilt."

Although their footsteps seem weak, their bodies are slightly distorted like clips from old video tapes from time to time, and then flash forward for a short distance out of thin air.

"The heat of the back has melted the snow, and the corn stalks underneath are soaked wet."

And the deep and terrifying military song that was originally played in the sound box of the carriage is now being simultaneously transmitted from the mouths of these soldiers.

This is an old, feeble, rotten, and cold, white army that sings in a low voice and never stops.

It makes people feel that they are about to maintain this posture, crossing the eternal and endless time.

"what!!!!"

Seeing these terrifying soldiers who looked like zombies waking up in the snow, the man suddenly sat on the ground, turbid water jets from his trouser legs, which had condensed into yellow ice crystals in the air.

However, the undead soldiers didn't seem to pay attention to what he meant, but flashed past him one by one in slow to extreme steps, and continued to move in the direction of the train.

"Uh..."

I don't know what happened to him, the man suddenly screamed and covered his legs somewhere between his legs, and he fainted on the snow with pain.

Snow-white frost and snow climbed up on the man's skin like alive, swallowing him bit by bit, turning pale, and drowning in the dark snowfield.

"Then, those, who are the troops who came to the rescue?!"

"No, something is wrong..."

"These guys are not human, run from here!!!"

Seeing the "peerless face" of the vast white figure outside the car window, the passenger who had turned out of the car quickly turned back and planned to leave from the other side...

"It's over, it's over..."

However, what makes their movements stagnant and their faces deadly silent is...

On the other side of the car window, there is also a "white army" that is also horrifying and slowly surrounding.

The declining temperature and slowly approaching ghosts made this trip around the Shinkansen trapped here instantly turn into a white hell.

"All alert!"

Several members of the Self-Defense Forces subconsciously raised their guns and aimed them at the white shadows that were approaching on both sides: "Fire!"

"Boom boom boom..."

"what!!!"

In the exclamation of the passengers, the slender spiritual force bullets, through the broken glass window, passed the violent snow, and accurately hit a few of them.

Under the spiritual power of Orchid blooming, the few undead soldiers suddenly fell to the ground and shattered into a ground like ice sculptures.

"The psychic bullet is effective... continue shooting..."

Seeing this scene, several team members immediately refreshed, ignoring the presence of the people, and they continued to load and fire their shots skillfully.

Facing the rain of bullets, the "army" on both sides of the carriage still hummed hoarse military songs, and their progress did not stop at all.

"No, there are too many targets...I have five magazines left..."

However, even if the team members had already shot down countless white figures, the number of the white army that kept walking out of the darkness in front of them seemed to have never been reduced.

"I have four more..."

"Six..."

"Three..."

Because of the snow disaster, they could not take the special plane and could only take the Shinkansen. In addition to spiritual protection and grievance detection equipment, they only carried a pistol and basic ammunition.

After all, crossing the Tsugaru Strait to Hakodate will be able to replenish all the armaments.

But who could have imagined that this was just stepping on the border of Aomori and encountering such a desperate scene at the foot of Hakkoda Mountain.

"It’s hard for me to fall asleep when I’m camping. The cold moon looks at me secretly."

Under the neat military songs and footsteps, the bone-to-the-bone chill gradually eroded the entire train, and even the nearby snowy ground began to form hard ice.

As the figures engulfed in the wind and snow got closer and closer, the passengers shivering in the car suddenly rolled their eyes and their faces became indifferent...

"Although I have sacrificed my life, surrendered my body, I have done a good job of death consciousness and shouted and charged."

They stood up stiffly, and stepped toward the army outside the window as if hypnotized, and murmured the same military song in their mouths.

Even a team member who was shooting next to Onodera lost his gun, rolled his eyes and walked out of the train slowly...

"Hurry up and hold him... Priest Fujiwara, the situation is urgent now, please don't hesitate to take it!"

Seeing countless travelers lined up in a row, about to join those undead soldiers who died like frozen corpses, Onodera looked at Fujiwara Takumi for help.

"Even if you say that, I would..."

Fujiwara Takumi, who was trembling constantly from cold and fear, and his face turned pale, vented his hands and slammed his hands on the window of the car, "...only this trick!"

"Upper right C lower left B lower upper right left AB lower right A!"

In the obscure spell, the brilliant chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power spread over the sky again.

Shinto Technique·Purification!

This time, not only the entire train, but even the ground of the train with a radius of five meters, was covered by this sacred and majestic spiritual power.

Passengers who were about to leave the train instantly fell to the ground, unconscious.

"If the martial arts are not good and fail to die in battle, the soldier silk floss wrapped around "Yi Li" will slowly wrap around my neck."

Several undead soldiers walking in the forefront of the queue stepped onto the land protected by the golden glow, and suddenly fell to the ground slowly, the ice melted and the snow melted under the golden glow, turning into a pool of black water...

"Anyway, they didn't plan to let me go back alive."

This is the unique effect of the "purification" technique on wraiths and sages who have been eroded by grievances.

"Huh...huh... I can't control it..."

His spiritual power was hollowed out, his back was weak, and Fujiwara Takumi suddenly fell back into the first-class lounge chair.

Even if he has recently made progress due to the "mantra innovation" and the royal coin blessing, he used two consecutive large-scale purifications in a short period of time. For him who "only practices three minutes a day" on weekdays, it can be regarded as "vigorous exercise." "To the extent.

"It's worthy of being a'favored one who has met once in four thousand years'!"

Seeing those terrifying figures continue to dissolve in the land protected by the gods, Onodera looked at the figure of Fujiwara Takumi, who saw the snow-capped mountains leisurely in the reclining chair, and his eyes were full of awe.

From beginning to end, Fujiwara Takumi only took two shots "moving like thunder" at the critical moment, and he has stabilized the situation.

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