I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"This hundred-eyed ghost's climate has already been established, and it may be difficult to seal it in the future..."

Among the Buddha bells, Kobo and Tokimoto Ichiro, who closed their eyes tightly and held their hearts firmly, vomited blood and struggled to support under the terrifying moonlight.

Under the gaze of this strange moon pupil, no matter whether it is the ghosts in the gate of hell or the eliminators under the Tibetan apartment, none of them are enemies at a glance.

There was a brief silence around the Kuramae apartment parking lot.

"who?"

In mid-air, Mochizuki Ayano, who looked like a king in the world, looked towards a certain direction if she had a feeling.

Because of that direction, someone is approaching here quickly from the air.

Under Yuetong's gaze, no one should be able to stand around the apartment.

As her gaze scanned, the resentment within half a kilometer in that direction dissipated without warning.

"...Michiwara Fujiwara's waka, you have changed it so that it has no meaning."

Where the resentment dissipated, a handsome figure of a young man hangs quietly in the night sky, basking in the gaze of Yue Tong without any scruples, a T-shirt in a dead house stands still in the increasingly raging night wind .

"Hee hee, what a majestic pair of eyes..."

"Mochizuki Ayano" smiled slightly, and looked at the boy with great interest.

A substantive pupil force followed her line of sight towards the other party.

Fujiwara Takumi remained silent, two golden chrysanthemums bloomed quietly in the depths of his pupils.

He just looked at Mochizuki Ayano's pair of hundred-eyed true pupils indifferently like this, enjoying the spring breeze in the pupil power enough to turn ghosts into sauce.

"Fujiwara Takumi?!"

Seeing who came, Ichiro Tokimoto's spirit was lifted.

This "one-in-four-thousand-year God's Favored Person" finally made a move.

"Amitabha, this is a Shinto technique, God's descent. I am afraid that the person here is not Fujiwara's benefactor, but another powerful person... I am spreading the Dharma and paying homage to Emperor Meiji."

Hongfa's eyes were filled with white light, as if he saw something, he bowed respectfully to Fujiwara Takumi who was in mid-air.

"Emperor Meiji?"

Looking at the chrysanthemum pattern protruding from the boy in front of him, even the hundred-eyed ghost who has achieved the "hundred-eyed true pupil" showed a cautious look.

"You gods who used the "thousand-year contract" to hide their heads in the soil and pretend to be ostriches also smelled it, and couldn't resist breaking the contract? "

Because this person in front of her is not an ordinary spirit remover, but an existence that has also touched "that" realm.

"Hey, it's just to use this 'glazed body' to come out occasionally to breathe, it's not a breach of contract..."

"Fujiwara Takumi" spread his palms solemnly towards "Mochizuki Ayano" not far away: "It's you who have occupied the body of a descendant of Mochizuki for so long, and it's almost time to return it to someone else..."

In his palm, an exquisite "sixteen petals and eight layers of chrysanthemum patterns" jumped out, and went straight to Mochizuki Ayano.

Magic, purification.

"Hahahaha... a mere body descended from a god dares to speak wild words! You shit gods, how have you ever cared about the life and death of the people in the world, why are you called gods?!"

"Mochizuki Ayano" seemed to hear something extremely ridiculous, and Yang Tian laughed wildly.

Her blue double pupils and the moon pupils in the sky turned into the shape of "Nine Radiances of the Moon" at the same time, and the eight double pupils spun frantically around the main pupil in the center.

Chrysanthemum Wen collided with her body, and the gorgeous divine power exploded instantly, sweeping away the resentment within a kilometer radius of the Kuramae apartment.

...

Three minutes ago, one kilometer in front of the Kuramae apartment.

At the end of the road of light composed of "Akagi Senbon", the wreckage of construction vehicles rained down on Sousuke Araki and Mayumi Kotori.

"Obviously there was no typhoon landfall warning, how could a tornado suddenly appear and then dissipate?"

Sousuke Araki manipulated the samurai of the Warring States Period, relying on his strong intuition and mobility, like a nimble mouse, he moved and dodged in the "meteorite rain" left after the tornado dissipated.

Tornadoes, which come and go without a trace, are not uncommon in Japan, which is surrounded by the sea.

Every year during the typhoon season in August, such strange astronomical phenomena will appear, and places such as Ibaraki, Chiba, Yokohama, and Okinawa often make news because of their damage.

"hateful!!!"

However, the "meteorite rain" was too dense, and the situation in front of him could no longer allow him to think about it...

A whole floor of nearly 20 square meters fell down mercilessly and devoured the space for the two of them to move around!

In a crisis, he hugged the girl behind him and jumped off the locomotive.

The warrior of the Warring States period under him leaped high by inertia, smashing through the floor slab in midair ferociously.

"Oops……"

Seeing the torn pieces of concrete falling from the sky, Araki Sousuke quickly used his body to firmly protect the girl in his arms.

He put his hands on the ground, arched his back firmly, and was ready to support the living space for the girl under him even if he was buried by the floor.

"Hmph, just a few pieces of cement..."

At the very moment, behind him, several sword lights flashed, and a man with a samurai sword shuttled through the gaps in the ruins.

Those huge concrete floors immediately shattered like tofu under the light of the knife.

"Does it make it difficult for you to move?"

Appearing in front of the two of them was a tall man who held a sword in one hand and fixed his other hand on his neck. His body was covered in dust and could not conceal his handsomeness.

"Senior's rear, I will guard it!!"

Immediately after, another figure on all fours rushed out from the side, firmly supporting another half of the chassis that was flying towards the two of them.

"Bah, this thing is too heavy, woof..."

A tall man who was also covered in dust and couldn't see his face clearly pushed the wreckage of the vehicle aside.

Through the dust, one can vaguely see the black sportswear on his body and the black pet collar around his neck, which is common in a custom street.

"Tachibana Piaoxue?! Kengo?!"

Looking back, Sousuke Araki still recognized the two of them in a drunken state by virtue of their unique high-cold aura and strong philosophical aura.

These two, relying on their perverted sense of smell, chased after Araki Sousuke, Yamada Kengo and Abeji who came smelling of alcohol all the way.

Just now, they forced their way through the tornado and falling wreckage to come to support them. At the moment, the two of them looked extremely miserable. Not only were they covered in dust like refugees, but their bodies were also stained with blood.

"That, Araki-sensei..."

Seeing the strange gazes of the two "refugees" beside him, the little bird Yumami who was crushed by Araki Sosuke couldn't help but lightly tapped his chest with reddish ears, with a tone of embarrassment, Seven points helpless.

"...can you wake me up?"

At this moment, Sousuke Araki, wearing a triangular GOPRO headband and dressed like a "underwear peeping speed otaku", is lying on the girl like some kind of obscene suspect.