I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Well, can you stand up?"

Amidst his hazy consciousness, a carefree voice appeared next to Niya's ear.

She struggled to open her eyes, only to see a blond man in a crumpled Brazilian suit stretching out his legs in a "Slavic squat" posture, stretching out his big sinful hands to herself.

"I……"

Niya held the opponent's hand subconsciously, and slowly stood up with strength.

With the contact between the two, the terrifying consciousness that was screaming crazily and churning her brain into a mess instantly disappeared without a trace.

"Sousuke Araki, you..."

After adjusting her breathing, Niya looked curiously at the man in front of her with blue eyes.

"You...how did you purify the mental pollution of these guys?!"

The spiritual erosion of this kind of ghost is very similar to a "nightmare beast" she has encountered, and it can make people fall into fear and frenzy and cannot extricate themselves.

The only difference is that the nightmare beast will only sneak in when people are falling asleep...

"Spiritual pollution? If I have to explain it, my body's magnetic field is quite special. It can impact various acupuncture points of the human body at high speed through contact, ablate the hidden energy field, and make people happy..."

Sousuke Araki uttered a series of words of unknown meaning as if endorsing.

"Wait, now is not the time to talk about this, be careful those guys will..."

After regaining control of her body, Niya remembered something and looked vigilantly at the three comatose men on the ground.

"kindness?"

However, except for the ugly white, fat, hairy, short and stubby flesh, those extremely tenacious and inexhaustible pieces of meat all disappeared without a trace, and there was not even a piece of dregs left.

"No... gone?"

This guy, could it be possible that this unheard-of ghost "returned to the Lord"?

She glanced at the carefree Araki Sousuke strangely, but her doubts grew stronger.

This person, must, take a good look at it.

"... By the way, that tower!!!"

Thinking of the huge offering tower wrapped in flesh and blood, Niya began to break out in cold sweat all over his body.

"If you want to get rid of these ghosts completely, you must solve the tower that is the mother body."

This unheard-of monster with no fixed shape and the shape of a piece of meat not only divides quickly and has strong adaptability, but also has a clear division of labor like an ant colony, and directed evolution into individuals with strong predation capabilities and huge mothers that are good at digestion and reproduction.

If it continues to grow, I am afraid that the entire city will become its nourishment.

The most frightening thing is that they can directly erode the consciousness of creatures, then manipulate the body through parasitism, and continue to prey on the control.

If it wasn't for the man in front of me, my fate could only be reduced to their puppet, allowing him to entangle and squirm on his tender body, and turn it into nourishment after being used...

Niya has been hunting demons in Europe for many years, and she has never heard of such things that are far more difficult to deal with than wraiths, vampires, werewolves, and zombies.

"These disgusting things, do you still have the mother's body?"

Hearing Niya's words, it seemed that unpleasant memories were aroused. Araki Sousuke's face turned pale, and he felt that his stomach began to feel unwell again.

...

In the dark grass, a naked man whose head was wrapped in pieces of flesh, with a person on his shoulders, was moving quickly in a certain direction.

"I...who am I...where am I...who is...the poisonous dragon drilled me..."

As the distance drew closer, it was vaguely visible that it was a middle-aged man in a suit with a bald scalp reflecting the faint moonlight.

"I, I am... Hiroshi Tsuneda, the Exorcist...codenamed as a Buddha office worker..."

Trying to endure the maddening whispers, the constantly eroding consciousness, and the pervasive tentacles entangled and squirmed all over his body, the man gradually pieced together his self-consciousness amidst the pain and pleasure.

"Yes, I am, the vice president of the Spirit Eliminator Association...a man who is determined to unravel the mystery of becoming a Buddha and promote the standardization of the profession of Spirit Eliminator..."

The person who was brutally captured, entwined by the tentacles on the head of the "man", and transported in a certain direction was the vice president of the Spirit Eliminators Association who escaped separately from Niya, Hiroshi Toda.

After being separated from Niya, he was chased by the group of terrifying ghosts. Hiroshi Toda, who was already "middle-aged with back pain" and didn't have enough tools to remove spirits, soon succumbed to the fact that the ghosts could erode him. In the mind's sight.

Just as he was trying to piece together his consciousness and try to seize control of his body, a giant support tower made of dark red flesh and all kinds of tentacles, cracks and organs entrenched on it suddenly appeared in his sight...

At this moment, with the huge six-meter-high support tower as the center, the ground with a radius of 100 meters has become "lifeless", covered with a layer of sticky translucent fascia.

The huge piece of meat that wraps the entire support tower shrinks and expands slightly like breathing, and slowly stretches thick and dense tentacles around, expanding its "territory".

The hideous mouthparts on the tentacles devour the plants, animals, and insects they touch one by one, and then use the organs on the body surface to digest and excrete them one by one, forming a biological circulatory system with "inside out"...

"This, this is definitely not an ordinary wraith, what is this..."

Before Changtian Hiroshi recovered from the shock in front of him, he saw a man whose head was wrapped in pieces of meat not far away, holding a huge motionless animal, running to him from the other side...

"In the ruins of the execution ground, there are, there are wild boars?!"

Hiroshi Toda narrowed his pupils to the limit to see clearly. What was lifted to the same height as himself was a brown wild boar covered in mud and bristles.

Maybe the picture in front of him was too weird, or the constant intrusion in his mind distorted Hiroshi Tsuneda's thinking. For some reason, there appeared in his ears the empty-eared commentary that only appeared on the sports broadcast.

"Every audience in front of the TV, welcome to watch the diving competition at the Suzumori Execution Ground site broadcast live on Nhk TV... the first one to appear is Nobo-san."

I saw the naked "man" vigorously lifting the wild boar in his hand...

"Yobo-san took off in a handstand position, with the momentum of a desperate fight, and was assisted by someone else's hip!"

With the "man" throwing it vigorously, the wild boar suddenly fell into the "pool" composed of tentacles and minced meat on the ground like diving from a high platform, drawing a round arc...

"Wild boars perfectly demonstrated the extremely difficult combo of 'backward somersaults followed by two-and-a-half-twist twists' in the air..."

"...Back into the water! Beautiful water splash!! As we all know, back into the water is a powerful technique, which can cause a huge enough water splash..."

As the figure of the wild boar was submerged by the flesh and tentacles covered with green eyeballs, a huge wave of blood splashed instantly under the carefree chewing of those mouthparts, splashing Hiroshi Toda's face.

"The referees at the scene gave a perfect score of 10 and burped with satisfaction..."

Then, feeling the indescribable movement of the "man" below him groping his body and lifting his buttocks up, Hiroshi Changtian's ears appeared next to his ears, which made his face turn pale...

"Next, let's invite the next player to enter the stadium, Tokita from the Tokyo Metropolitan Team..."

"boom!"

Just when "Takata" was about to follow in the footsteps of "Wild Boar-san", a whistling bullet precisely passed through the wrist of the man under him from a short distance away, causing the original throwing action to suddenly deform...