I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Liar, if I could have the ability like yours, I would definitely not be sent to the mountain god by the village..."

Hearing Ginji's words, Kazuo looked down at the bear meat in his hand.

Since ancient times, Japan has had the custom of offering sacrifices to mountain gods due to famine.

The sacrifice is usually a child who has just turned seven years old.

Of course, some people say that this approach is actually to reduce the consumption of rations.

The war has just ended recently, the land is devastated, the people are in dire straits, and Kazuo, who can eat too much, is also thrown into the mountain by the village to "sacrifice to the mountain god".

"That... Kazuo..."

As if guessing what happened to the boy, Ginji, who was eating the bear's meat, rubbed the other's head boldly with his greasy hands.

"Although I'm not a mountain god...but I can promise you three wishes, as long as I can do it..."

"Then...can I become as powerful as you?"

"Is it the same as me...it takes a lot of time, and..."

Asked by the boy's innocent and direct words, Ginji couldn't help frowning.

"Sorry, not to mention that you don't have enough years, the curse on me alone is not something ordinary people can plant..."

"Cursed... As long as I can control my own destiny, even if I am cursed because of it, I am willing..."

Lowering his head to gnaw on the bear meat, the boy's teary eyes gradually reflected the scorching fire in front of him.

It seemed that a door to a new world had opened a gap, revealing a ray of light to him in the darkness.

...

"I managed to hold that samurai down, and the rest are in your hands."

Seeing the hungry ghosts rushing up the stairs with hideous faces, Siena turned her head and said something to Kohei Higashino.

Immediately, he quickly flipped the bullet of the revolver in his hand with his thumb, and the majestic power of the holy light began to surge.

The revolver was strengthened by the holy light, and the bullet nest spun wildly like a gambling roulette wheel, and a dense straight line of bullets spewed out from the muzzle.

Self-created technique, Holy Light Gatling.

Although the power of these bullets transformed by the Holy Light was not as violent as before, the dense speed of nearly 3000 rounds per minute immediately doubled the pressure on Matsumoto Ginji on the opposite side.

With only a small pistol in hand, Siena is very different from that night on the beach.

At this moment, the "Arsenal of Holy Light" really bared his fangs in this peaceful country.

Facing this dense barrage, Matsumoto Ginji shielded the two swords in front of him, forming an impenetrable sword array with movements far beyond human beings, protecting the two of them in it.

"Hey, Kazuo...you've messed with a terrible guy..."

Saying so, Matsumoto Ginji kicked Kazuo Amado directly downstairs, and then took a step towards Siena.

"Let me deal with him first, you can figure it out..."

This step of his was like a teleportation, directly spanning a distance of several meters.

Facing the powerful Siena, Matsumoto Ginji was forced to close the distance and take the initiative to attack for the first time.

"Ding."

The long sword trembled wildly and rubbed against the air violently, bringing out a fiery flame.

The flaming blade slammed fiercely on the revolver in Siena's hand, colliding with the holy light on it and sparked violently.

Two-day first-class · five rounds · scroll of fire.

Unable to resist Matsumoto Ginji's fiery sword, the poor revolver immediately shattered to the ground.

"Tick tock... tick tock..."

Dark red blood quietly dripped on the ground.

In order to cut this sword, Matsumoto Ginji used his body to resist Siena's bullets without hesitation.

The holy light bullet that could directly smash the human body left only a few huge bullet holes on his body.

Immediately, the bullet holes on his body began to squirm and heal like a living thing.

"Hey, so there are blood races in Japan?"

Noticing the abnormality on the opponent, Siena pulled out two revolvers from his waist again like a cowboy in the west, and his eyes became serious.

"Blood race? I'm not the kind of monster you said..."

In just a few words, Matsumoto Ginji's injuries had recovered to the original state.

"I'm just a cursed, damned person who can't die no matter what..."

As if made an appointment, the knife light swung out again when the gunshots sounded.

...

On the first floor of the warehouse, Higashino Kohei, who had climbed onto the container, punched down several men who turned into hungry ghosts behind him.

Then, he picked up the carbine left by the members of the three-member team, jumped onto another container lightly like a cat, and fired wildly at Kazuo Tento who was fleeing below.

However, those hungry ghosts who are not afraid of death surrounded Tiandeng Kazuo in the middle, blocking the bullets for him.

After these originally strong men turned into hungry ghosts, not only did their physical potential fully explode, but they also seemed to have no pain or vital organs, and they could also recover from their injuries by eating.

And these guys are like locusts, after devouring all the edible food and flesh and blood in the warehouse, they start to eat things like trucks and wooden boxes beyond their means.

This can't help but make Higashino Xinghei rejoice in his decision to take the initiative.

If these guys are allowed to rush into the Yokohama headquarters, I am afraid that the entire Yokohama Chinatown will become a paradise for them to eat.

Not to mention that Kazuo Tianto can continuously transform more people into such monsters.

While thinking this way, he threw away the gun that was empty of bullets on his body, and drew two sharp green dragon knives from his back.

This traditional Longguo scimitar is the signature weapon of Nuluoquan.

"Do you think...you can live in peace if you hide..."

With a sneer, Higashino Xinghei stopped dodging, jumped off the container, and rushed towards Kazuo Tento among the hungry ghosts.

"I have discovered the weakness of these guys..."

When it fell to the ground, the Azure Dragon Saber slashed towards the nearest hungry ghost with violent force, cutting off half of the opponent's head directly...

A whirlwind of blood followed the dancing of the two knives, blowing among the hungry ghosts.

In the face of hungry ghosts dominated by hunger, the quickest solution is to trade wounds for wounds and decapitate them.

Higashino Xinghei, who has acquired the agile, strong, immortal physique of the Assamite clan, is actually more fearless than these hungry ghosts from a certain point of view.

The wounds on his body that were bitten and scratched by the hungry ghost can heal in the blink of an eye.

Skulls rose into the sky with the light of the knife in his hand.

The warehouse floor was gradually completely covered with blood.

Perhaps it was stimulated by the breath of blood, or perhaps the distance between him and the enemy was getting closer little by little, Higashino Xinghei's eyes turned red, and a crazy smile appeared on his face.

"Silver... silver times!!!"

Seeing getting closer and closer to himself, bathed in gushing blood and flying stumps, Higashino Yukihira, who incarnated the god of killing, finally felt the fear of death.

Although his physical fitness has also been continuously strengthened due to the eating of hungry ghosts...

But if he were to fight hand-to-hand with the blue dragon dancing wildly and blood-soaked Higashino Kohei not far away, he would have no strength at all.