I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Could it be that this man who looks like a gangster is a more powerful exorcist than President Tokita!

Thinking of this, the tree-planting man in the "grass" kept looking at each other, and subconsciously reached out to feel for the pistol at his waist.

No matter how strong the Eliminator is, he is no match for a pistol.

"You bastard..."

Seeing the other party crouching behind the potted plant and daring to touch the gun swaggeringly, Sousuke Araki shot without hesitation.

In Xiaotori Yumaumi's eyes, Araki-sensei just kicked a potted plant...

The Mediterranean man then appeared out of nowhere screaming and slammed into the bulkhead again.

Then it fell to the ground like a dead leaf, unconscious.

"Little Bird Youshi, are you alright?"

Time was running out, and Araki Sousuke had no time to worry about the Mediterranean Sea, so he stepped forward and untied Kotori Yumaumi's bound hands and feet.

Seeing the person coming, the seemingly strong bird Yumami shook his head silently along the way, tears finally couldn't help but burst out.

No matter how calm she appears, she is just a high school girl who was kidnapped by Yakuza.

Crystal tears fell down, but there was a sweet smile on her face.

Kamakura High School...Hell Apartment...Hera Shomon... She can't remember, this is the first time.

When she was most desperate, this carefree man was always like a ray of unreasonable but extremely warm light piercing the darkness in front of her eyes.

It was the first time she tasted the happiness that she shouldered the burden of "Reviving the Shrine" all these years and walked alone on the road to get rid of spirits.

"It's fine, let's go now..."

No time to pay attention to Miko's face, Araki Sousuke grabbed her and ran out.

"There's another kidnapped next door."

Xiaoniao Youzhengong picked up the demon sword Qiyueyu at the side, and followed behind him.

The two tiptoed into the cabin next door, and the first thing they saw was the disheveled Abe Temple, who was lying limp in the marijuana bushes, struggling to maintain his breathing.

Abe Temple, whose muscles were weak all over, saw the two people, and frantically pointed them towards the door with his eyes.

"Abe Temple?! Why are you here...have you been drugged? It looks so serious, why are your eyes twitching?"

Sousuke Araki never imagined that he would meet acquaintances on this ship.

"This, seems to be some kind of curse?"

Seeing the faint resentment on Abeji, Kotori Yumayuki pondered for a while, trying to help the other party get rid of it with spiritual power.

However, there is no talisman paper at hand, and there is no way to activate purification and other spells, and it is useless to transfer spiritual power.

The two set up Abe Temple, one left and one right, and a trace of resentment poured from Abe Temple into Araki Sousuke's body.

Just when the three of them were about to leave the cabin...

A black muzzle protruded from the cabin door.

"not good……"

Araki Sousuke only felt the corners of his eyes beating wildly, his heart seemed to be held by something, and a strong sense of crisis rushed over his face.

Intuition told him that this sense of crisis was not directed at him.

He only had time to reach out and push the two of them aside...

"boom"!

"Ms. Araki!!!"

Harsh gunshots and the girl's screams resounded through the cabin.

...

"What happened?"

Hearing the gunshots, several men who were originally in the cab rushed into the upper cabin.

Inside the cabin, a man wearing only a lace corset and underwear was facing the cabin door with his back.

He spread his hands, bathing in the fountain of blood and corpses in a gesture of enjoyment.

"Brother Funamura, what happened to them? Who shot just now?"

Without him turning around, several men recognized each other by the enchanting and hairy figure and the very personal clothes.

With his back to them, Funamura Ken did not speak.

The gushing blood was gushing out from somewhere under the fallen men, gathering towards him in the air.

Several people noticed that Funamura Ken was facing their buttocks, and a thick and long knife handle was submerged, piercing his beloved lace underwear...

"Not good...Brother Funamura is not in the right condition... Could it be because of yesterday's incident? Didn't we already say not to discriminate against him?"

Seeing this weird scene, several men subconsciously prepared to exit the cabin.

Funamura was active.

He lowered his body and charged forward, before a few people reacted, he pulled out his sword brazenly...

The chrysanthemum is cut in one word.

The men only felt a flash of red light, but before they felt the pain, blood spewed out immediately.

Takeshi Funamura unhurriedly withdrew the sword from the lower body of one of the strongest men...

Funamura, with white eyes and shriveled body, didn't care about the fallen people behind him, and walked slowly towards the cab.

"Boss Funamura, your body is... oh hehehe..."

In the cab, the wailing of several men came immediately.

On the transparent glass window, several seductive blood flowers bloomed in an instant.

...

Inside the second-floor cabin.

Uchimura Ryuu, who was shirtless, was pointing a gun at the three of them with a smirk on his face.

Hearing the movement next door before, he who was lightly relieving Luo Shang and preparing to "deeply communicate" with Abeji hid smartly behind the cargo box in the aisle. shot.

The tree-planting man with a bruised nose and a swollen face also woke up at some point, holding his ribs and holding on to the cabin door, looking at Sousuke Araki resentfully.

"This kid, you didn't do anything to you in the shrine before, but you actually came here... There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you break in."

Looking at Sosuke Araki in the middle of the cabin, Ryukyu Uchimura smiled instead of anger.

This kid finally fell into his own hands.

Araki Sousuke, who was standing in the cabin at the moment, was pressing his left arm with a painful expression.

His entire sleeve was already stained with blood.

"Teacher Araki..."

"do not come……"

Kotori Yumasumi stood aside, lying helplessly in tears, looking at Araki Sousuke who was bleeding profusely.

Abeji, who was supported by her and lost the ability to move, also had unwillingness in his eyes.

Just now Araki Sousuke pushed the two of them away, but he couldn't completely dodge the shot, and was wiped through his arm by the bullet.

"Before you, didn't you ask me who I am...Let me introduce officially, in Shimouchimura Ryukyu, the president of the Bliss Club. Now the Bliss Club has become like a street rat, but it's all thanks to you!"

New and old hatred welled up in his heart, Uchimura Ryukyu smiled with a distorted expression, and pointed the deep muzzle of the gun at Araki Sousuke.

"Why don't you talk anymore, aren't you good at fighting? You godly spirit removers are still mortal bodies when facing guns, no different from ordinary people..."

"Hey...hehe...the Ultimate Bliss Society...that's how it is. Thanks to me, I still ask my friends to find out about you...Yemu Saya was also sent by you, right...where is she now?"

Araki Sousuke, who lowered his head, suddenly laughed softly.

"When death is imminent, you still miss that woman? She should hide from the limelight in Okinawa and live a luxurious life..."

"This kid is too dangerous, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him quickly!"

The tree planter interrupted the conversation between the two.

After personally feeling the helplessness of the "miracle power" failure, he knew why Uchimura Ryukyu cared so much about this person.

"Understood, let's send him on his way..."

The corners of Uchimura Ryukyu's mouth were slightly curved, and he pointed his gun at Araki Sousuke and said, "I'll help you say goodbye to that little bitch Yuzuki."