I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Roar!!!"

Just when Sousuke Araki was "dismantling the painting pavilion with bare hands", the ghosts in the corridors where there was no tragic painting, who would choose to devour people, roared and slowly crawled out.

"Boom... woo woo woo..."

The invisible arrow pierced through the long and narrow corridor, piercing through a few ghosts that appeared from the painting and looked like a one-eyed little monk with a shrill ending sound.

It was the little bird Yumaumi who had been on guard all along, who made the move without hesitation.

However, more ghosts and monsters are appearing densely from the surrounding Wupi.

"Hey...Finally, don't you want to be a turtle?!"

Seeing the "dancing demons" in front of him, Araki Sousuke turned his head and waved his fist lazily...

"boom."

A giant black arm burning with lava runes sprang out of his body, whistling through the corridor like a black train.

Those ghosts and scrolls instantly turned into black liquid and burned to death in the dark red fire.

The originally noisy platform suddenly became quiet.

Since he used the gold finger in Toyama Park that night, he has become more and more able to control the "illegal tenant" in his body.

On both sides of the corridor, there was only one man, woman, old and young who appeared suddenly and glowed with fluorescence, and bowed to the two of them.

The little witch, who had already drawn the bow, put the huge bow back on her back resentfully.

"I see……"

Araki Sosuke stepped forward and listened to the silent words of those spirits, his face became extremely ugly.

"These 'Wu Mi Hua' actually hide such a vicious sorcery!"

Most of these people entered this place by mistake when passing through the Sendagaya Tunnel at night.

Lost in resentment, after coming here all the way, the consciousness and body were swallowed up by the evil thing that suddenly appeared in the painting, refined into a painting of no misery, trapped in it and experienced the process of being slaughtered repeatedly, and could not be freed for life.

"...They say that the one who draws these paintings is a 'painter'."

"So, these horrible Wuyou paintings are just someone's work?!"

Hearing Araki Sosuke's words, Kotori Yumasumi's expression was not very good either.

She originally thought that these ghosts hid in the paintings and chose the opportunity to eat people, or that these paintings were originally Fusangshen.

But if these corrosive paintings and the lifelike ghosts inside are just someone's paintings...

"...What kind of terrifying existence is that 'painter'?"

At the same time, dense crowds of ghosts had already crawled out of the miserable paintings above the stairs, rushing down towards the two of them.

"Who cares about him..."

"boom."

The giant black arm behind Araki Sousuke passed silently again, turning the night-like ghosts on the stairs into black liquid burning all over the place...

"Doing such an excessive thing...will never forgive!"

Araki Sousuke's angry eyes looked towards the top of the seemingly endless spiral staircase as if feeling something.

Intuition told him that the "painter" was not far above.

"Your Excellency, please move forward!"

Following the soft hum of the man, before Araki Sousuke stepped up, the platform under their feet suddenly split into two...

"careful!"

After a violent shaking, the crescent-shaped half of the platform actually took the two of them up vertically like an elevator.

"This is... an agency?"

The two of them inspected carefully, and found that there was an extremely delicate hinge mechanism hidden in the connection between the platform and the surrounding stair columns.

...

"Hoo...hoo..."

Panting heavily, Wangyueche ran quickly on the endless spiral downward stairs.

A layer of purple flames burned all over his body, and the golden eyes behind the sunglasses were full of cold killing intent.

On the stairs when they came, there were densely packed ghosts with mutilated bodies that were turning into black liquid.

Below, there are still a large number of ghosts, which are continuously crawling out of the surrounding ukiyo-e, with twisted and bloodthirsty eyes, attacking him.

"Go away, you fakes!"

Wangyue Che let out a low growl, and several purple flame ghost claws protruded out of the void without warning, tearing the ghosts that hadn't come to him to pieces.

The power of great rivers and mountains · 80% · Infernal Naraku.

After receiving the "free sponsorship" from a certain existence in his body, his strength is not the same as before.

Killing all the way down the stairs, the killing intent accumulated in him became more and more intense, with the tendency of "gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas".

As the wave of ghosts receded, another suspended platform built on the escalator appeared in Wangyueche's sight.

Looking around, there are no ghosts on this platform.

A figure in a pure black and elegant kimono was sitting alone at a desk in the center of the platform.

Judging from the back, this is a thin man with a meticulously combed hair bun.

Haori, kimono, obi, lining, shingen bag, zori sandals...

His grand kimono, coupled with the rare modern Tsukisai head and the surrounding Edo buildings, made Mochizuki feel that he had strayed into the set of an Edo period drama.

Tsukidai head, that is, to shave the hair from the forehead to the top of the head, so that the exposed scalp is in the shape of a half moon, and then tie a small bun at the back of the head. It is one of the traditional Japanese hairstyles.

This hairstyle originated in the Warring States Period. It is said that it has been handed down because it has the advantages of wearing a helmet without being stuffy in the battle, and even if the hair is scattered, it will not block the front line of sight. It became a custom for adult men in the Edo period. hairstyle.

It is said that at the beginning, in order to expose the scalp, the samurai would pull out the hair on the top of the head one by one.

It was not until later that the razor was gradually switched to, and in the peaceful period under the rule of the Tokugawa shogunate, it evolved to be fixed with wax oil, which made the part of the "monthly generation" more dazzling for additional blinding effect. The knife first shook the opponent's eyes.

It wasn't until the Meiji Era promulgated the "Order to Distribute Swords" that Tsukiyoto gradually disappeared from the public's sight.

At this moment, the man in the middle of the platform seemed completely unaware of Wangyueche's approach. He was just holding the brush in the air, staring intently at the empty drawing paper on the desk, as if he was ready to write at any time.

"A vengeful spirit from the Edo period..."

The opponent's unsuspecting back, and the clothes that blended in with the surrounding Edo-style buildings made Mochizuki Che even more vigilant.

"No, it's a ghost?!"

As the distance gets closer, traces of gray and white breath can be faintly seen, quietly lingering on the tip of the man's pen like ink.

In the tomb of the Tokugawa family's Xianshouyuan, there is a ghost dormant? !

Cautiously walking down the stairs, Wang Yueche's expression suddenly changed when his eyes fell from the quiet and strange man to the surrounding area of ​​the painting table.

Because, besides a gray old stone bowl, the paint containers in the man's hand were all skulls with the Tianling cover pried off.

And the paintbrush held in the opponent's hand was actually composed of human phalanxes.