I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hic..."

Amidst the crazily surging resentment, a red shared bicycle was crookedly and unhurriedly driving along the Showa Avenue, which was jammed with "broken down" motor vehicles.

"Hic..."

The blond man riding the bicycle, wearing a T-strap and a video camera, dressed like a "perverted speeding nerd in underwear", burped from time to time with a blush on his face.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, the girl wearing a maiden costume and carrying a longbow was looking around with sparkling eyes.

The eight withered jades hanging on her chest glowed with a faint gray light like breathing in the darkness.

These two people were Araki Sousuke and Kotori Yumaumi who entered Taito district by bike.

"Ms. Araki's strength is simply unfathomable..."

Wrinkling his nose and smelling the alcohol exhaled by Sosuke Araki, Kotori Yumami had no time to find out when Mr. Araki who came with him was drunk.

In front of her eyes, endless resentment was pouring into the back of Sousuke Araki, who was engrossed in cycling from all around.

Like a pair of black wings covering the sky and the sun, stretched out from Araki Sousuke's back, about to soar into the sky at any moment.

Such a spectacular scene, Kou Yumaumi couldn't help but pursed her lips lightly.

Having purified such a large amount of resentment, Araki-sensei still didn't change his face.

It seems that I was too cautious in my previous imagination of Teacher Araki's strength.

In the rear, the area where the grievances had dissipated because of someone was about to be infiltrated again by thick black.

"Don't waste the opportunity created by Araki-sensei!"

On the bicycle, the little bird You Zhengong turned around, his long sleeves danced lightly, and the withered jade on his chest lightened slightly.

A piece of talisman paper floated out of her cuff without any haste...

"In the name of Chicheng Jiming, grant the territory of the gods."

The falling talisman paper instantly turned into vermilion torii gates made of spiritual power, isolating the resentment that surged around.

On the plaques above the torii gates, the word "Akagi" is impressively written, which is exactly the same as the torii gate at the gate of Akagi Shrine.

Behind the bicycle, on the road the two of them passed, a small torii gate appeared every 100 meters, forming a majestic and beautiful passageway that is layered and undulating.

Shinto Art Akagi Thousand Books.

It is different from the "Hell Apartment" event, when you need to rely on the Kudan Gouyu body to barely summon the torii.

At this moment, Yu Mayumi, the little bird who summoned dozens of torii gates without changing her face, has proved with her actions that she has never slackened in her cultivation for a single day.

"The little bird that can't fly", unconsciously, has happily hovered above the blue sky.

Around the passages formed by the series of vermilion torii gates, the street lights flickered, gradually restoring the flames of the old city.

The bicycle that wandered on the motorway like a needle pierced through the darkness slowly opened up a road leading to the light.

Lost in resentment and gradually falling into madness, people were attracted by the light on that road, and gathered here with their last instinct.

In their eyes, although those majestic torii gates cannot be seen, this passage full of warm light and free of black air gathers, for them, it represents the hope of life.

However, this passage not only guides the living who yearn for the light, but also attracts the dead who hate the light.

"Teacher Araki, be careful..."

Seemingly aware of something, Xiaoniao Yuzheng looked back and raised his hands vigilantly, revealing several talisman papers between his fingers.

Amid the churning resentment ahead, there seemed to be countless footsteps and whispers approaching here.

"Don't worry, although the road conditions are not good... Hiccup... Since my driver's license was revoked, my bicycle skills have improved by leaps and bounds recently..."

Araki Sousuke, whose face was flushed as if drunk, was still talking nonsense with his tongue out.

"Riding this little night road is nothing at all... Hiccup... If you hadn't been on the bike, I would have shown you the 'Bike Flying Tornado 360-degree Raising the Flag'!"

"Sure enough, it's Chi Manqi!"

Just when Kotori Yumami exclaimed in a low voice, a human head with fluttering long hair faintly floated above the resentment that was constantly flowing towards Araki Sousuke.

Facing the two people below, the human head opened its bloody mouth extremely quickly, and bit down fiercely in the air.

"In the name of Akagi Hime..."

It seemed that he had already sensed the ghost, Xiaoniao Youzhengong reacted very quickly, holding the talisman paper full of spiritual power in his hand, he was about to punch the head hard.

Chi Man Qi, also known as Flying Head Man, is a ghost whose head can be separated from the body and fly freely.

According to the records of the Akagi Shrine, simply destroying Chimanqi's head cannot completely destroy it, and its body must be found.

However, she hasn't had time to swing her "Wing Chun Fist"...

On the back of Araki Sousuke, who was riding his bicycle with his head buried in front, suddenly, like a great roc spreading its wings, two huge black arms with gleaming lava scriptures and twisted muscles stretched out from one left and one right.

The black arm, which was several meters long, was slowly extending with the influx of resentment, and continued to grow. At a speed that surpassed human reaction, the middle finger and thumb closed together, and flicked like a flower...

In mid-air, hit by the middle finger with afterimage, which was thicker than the thigh of ordinary people, like a booger, the head suddenly showed a serene smile, burst into white light, and spun back into the resentment.

"It's not over yet."

Although his scalp was numb from the scene in front of him, Kou Yumaumi did not relax his vigilance, but kept searching the surroundings with inspiration.

"You have to find Chi Manqi's body before you can..."

Before she finished speaking, her inspiration had already found its target.

That red, strange, headless body was sitting upright on the driver's seat of a car not far away, with its hands clasped together, turning into white light...

"Wait...above..."

The little bird You Mayumi resentfully put away the talisman paper in his hand, then frowned and looked above his head.

With the blessing of the dry jade on her chest and the maiden costume, her range of inspiration is far beyond that of ordinary spirit removers. Even in the midst of this terrible resentment, she can sense a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Wraith? This number..."

In the middle of the air in the distance, a torrent of gray and white grievances instantly entered the range of her inspiration, skimmed over the densely packed abandoned traffic, and hit the two of them precisely like an intercontinental missile.

In addition to the wraith, many terrifying existences of different shapes also slowly appeared in the torrent.

"No, not only wraiths... but also ghosts..."

It was the ghosts who had just spewed out from the gate of hell and broke through the Buddha light around the Kuramae apartment, and were attracted by the lights and vitality behind the two of them.

The Japanese translation of "ghost" is "おに", which is transformed from "おぬ", which means "hidden and invisible", and generally refers to mysterious shapes that cannot be seen by human eyes.

However, in the Shinto concept of "everything has a spirit", there is no strict division between spirits, ghosts, demons, and gods. There are even many ghosts and gods that are transformed from the ghosts of the deceased. .

Red ghosts, blue ghosts, black ghosts holding huge sticks, horns on their heads, and mouths wide open...

The "hanging ghost" who drags people with his long tongue and urges people to hang himself...

"Goldfish ghost" with fishtail and human body...

The "wild fire" burning with a cold white light...

Huge desolate skeleton...

The "boat ghost" who was wet and died in a shipwreck...

As the distance gets closer, in the torrent of the sky, the silhouettes of countless ghosts and monsters that have never been seen or heard before appear more and more clearly in the inspiration of Xiaotiao Yumaumi.

Feeling the majestic pressure from the top of her head, she frowned slightly, and subconsciously clenched the demon bow on her back and cried.