I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Could it be that the Owari Tokugawa family mobilized many teachers and laboriously to imitate Mount Hakone to build such a rockery, not for some 'garden landscape'..."

Recalling all the things he had experienced along the way, Sousuke Araki grasped the key point with his intuition.

"That's right, from the very beginning, they wanted to cover up people's eyes and ears in the name of building Mount Hakone, and secretly arranged such a bloody sacrificial ceremony!"

Comprehending what he meant, Kotori Yumasumi came up with the answer.

After all, in the Edo period, man-made such a mountain can be said to be an extremely magnificent project, and it is normal for a few workers to die halfway.

Just as the two were talking, a wisp of gray-white breath rose from the dark hole.

"The power of ghosts and gods?!"

Araki Sousuke stretched out his hand subconsciously, and the breath rushed into his fingertips as if inductive.

The last time I saw this kind of gray aura was on the naked, "super super super familiar" Sonic mother-in-law of the Tomei Expressway.

"So, this stone is not a pan seat, but a sealing stone to prevent ghosts and gods from leaking out..."

Seeing the palpitating aura disappear in Araki Sosuke's body, Kotori Yumaumi couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"My lord, it's right below!"

Only the power of faith combined with resentment can give birth to the power of ghosts and gods.

Araki Sousuke lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and threw it into the cave.

Seeing the flame of the cigarette butt flickering continuously in the depths of the stone steps, he nodded to the bird You Mayumi reassuringly: "There is oxygen below, let's go, let's visit the Lord."

Rolling up his sleeves, he took the lead and stepped into the stone steps in the cave.

Yumaumi, a slender bird, also followed behind him and slid down nimbly.

The two walked down the stairs full of earthy smell for about ten meters, and the whole passage suddenly opened up.

No one would have guessed that in the middle of Hakone Mountain, there is a huge cave with an area of ​​nearly 100 square meters and a height of more than ten meters.

The interior of the cave, which was originally pitch-black, was covered with a layer of holy white because of the beam of moonlight above the entrance of the cave.

The inner wall of the cave is densely covered with black and red tree roots, preventing the loose soil from being lost and maintaining an internal structure stronger than the air-raid shelter.

And these tree roots meandering from nowhere outside the cave gathered together at the bottom of the cave, weaving into a huge net.

"Teacher Araki, look over there..."

Following the white greasy fingers of Yuma Yuma, at the end of the moonlight, where the roots of the trees intertwine like cobwebs, there lay a white figure quietly.

This is a girl with a petite figure and a beautiful face who doesn't look more than twenty years old.

The white clothes on his body, the bronze mirror on his chest, the triangular iron frame on his head...

Her dress is exactly the same as those ugly girls.

The only difference is that she doesn't have a wooden hammer or nails in her hand.

Looking carefully, there are immature horns on the girl's forehead, and fine scales can be faintly seen under the white arms.

Although her attire was a bit intrusive, her beautiful face and natural aura made people feel disgusted.

She just closed her eyes quietly, lying softly on her back on the rattan bed woven of tree roots, through the slightly open collar, she could still see white waves and deep ravines.

In the dark cave, under the bleak moonlight, a girl with a beautiful face and a slender body is sleeping soundly and sweetly under the roots of a tree...

The two couldn't help being shocked by the strange scene mixed with beauty in front of them.

If it weren't for the strong gray ghostly aura lingering around the woman, it wouldn't be fake, coupled with her weird outfit, 36E that had never fluctuated, and the blood that hadn't solidified on the roots of the surrounding trees...

Sousuke Araki would only think that the other party was just a wealthy Edo lady who sneaked here to have a rest and enjoy the cool.

"So, the object of those ugly women's visits is her?"

"...And the flesh and blood and resentment of those who died in 'Ugly Time Three' were also offered to her through these roots?"

"Where the hell is she?"

Seeing this woman who was wrapped in the power of ghosts and gods, resting quietly and motionless, Araki Sousuke and Kotori Yumasumi looked at each other, walked down the steps cautiously, and approached her.

"Slap."

As soon as he stepped into the bottom of the cave, with the crackling sound, a figure got up from the dust and rushed towards Sousuke Araki.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

In a panic, he used the "Niji Punch" to smash the figure in front of him to pieces, and Araki Sousuke was embarrassed to find that it was just an "ordinary" skeleton whose foot was raised when he stepped on it.

At this moment, under his heavy punch, it has been turned into femurs, tibias, ribs, and skulls, scattered all over the ground.

"Hey, what is this?"

Curiously, he bent down to pick up a wooden sign on the ground, and tore off the skeleton's hands that were tightly held on it.

"There is a faint thunder, the sky is cloudy, even if there is no rain, I will stay here"

"I would like to use this body to wait for the return of the God of Ugly Time - respected by Tokugawa Munemu, admirer"

On this rotten wooden sign that seemed to be held in the arms of the skeleton, such writing could be vaguely seen.

"Tokugawa Munemu... Could this skeleton be the last direct bloodline of the Owari Tokugawa family that you mentioned earlier?"

"Who is she, that the feudal lord of the Owari Tokugawa family is willing to be buried here, and leave behind such an infatuated haiku?"

"Tokugawa Munemu... Desolate Skull... The God of Ugly Time..."

Muttering these names, along with intense thinking, fine beads of sweat flowed down Tori Yumaumi's face.

"The God of Ugly Times... I know!"

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and she couldn't help exclaiming: "Could it be...she is Wu Yue Ji!"

"Keep your voice down, don't wake her up... What May Chicken? I only know Mayday."

Araki Sousuke covered his mouth like a thief and whispered a reminder, and tiptoed towards the girl.

"Whether she is a ghost or a May chicken, as long as she is touched by my powerful 'resonant frequency' physique, the powerful magnetic field will repeatedly impact the acupuncture points of her body at high speed, ensuring that she will enter the soul, become a Buddha and ascend to heaven... "

While speaking, his sinful hands were still indescribably making various gestures of "eliminating spirits" in the air.

"Teacher Araki, if she is really Wu Yue Ji, she is an ancient person from a thousand years ago."

"That's right, she's been well maintained..."

"It shouldn't be wrong. You can see that she is dressed as an ugly girl... and the scales and horns on her body are the characteristics of being a dragon snake and half demon."

Shamefully patted Araki Sosuke's big hand that was held in the air, Kotori Yumasumi explained to him resentfully: "Magatsuki, full name Hei Wuyue, is Hei Shomon, that is, Mr. Araki, who once defeated The daughter of 'Kojiro Soma'..."

"Hay?!"