I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Sure enough, this thing was hidden here by the Kiy Tokugawa clan..."

Seeing the skull with ferocious long horns hanging on the cave wall, Mochizuki Che who had just shot down a few ghosts, his eyes twitched with purple flames, and the corner of his mouth let out a smirk: "Hahahahaha... finally found it, Jiu Tun The boy's head!"

Excited, the scorched black on his right arm spread widely, covering half of his chest.

Shuten Doji, the son of Oeyama Ghost King, Ibuki Daimyojin and human in the Heian-kyo period.

It is said that with the blood of the Dragon God, he grew up in the temple of Mount Ibuki, commanded ghosts and built palaces in Mount Dajiang.

In addition to being addicted to alcohol every day, he also likes to turn into a handsome boy, abduct virgins and children, imprison them in the mountains as slaves, and eat their flesh and blood raw.

Because Shuten-douji bears the blood of the gods, and his bravery is the pinnacle of ghosts and gods in the world, and the ghosts under him occupy the Danba Peak section of the Oe Mountains, which is dangerous and easy to defend and difficult to attack. The imperial court of strong men such as Raikou, Master Zhitoku, and Ashiya Domitsu couldn't do anything for a while.

After the Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei locked the location through divination, General Minamoto Yorimitsu led his "Four Heavenly Kings" Watanabe Tsuna, Sakata Kintoki, Bubu Jiwu, Uui Sadamitsu and others, pretending to be lost travelers and offering "sacred wine", When Shuten Doji was too drunk and unable to move, he cut off his head and sealed it.

"No, we, the Tokugawa Clan, tried our best to enshrine this one here, so naturally we don't want him to be just a head..."

Under everyone's jealous eyes, Tokugawa Yoshinen solemnly lifted the skull and placed it on the neck of the huge headless body in front of him.

"Only my painting skills, which have been tempered and refined enough to reshape the soul, and the body of ghosts and gods refined by the blood of thousands of people in the "Buddha Stone Bowl" of the Shenyin Formation of Xianshouyuan can perfectly revive it! "

Then, he humbly bowed 180 degrees to the ground in a posture that could break his waist: "I respectfully invite the ghost king of Dajiang Mountain, Shuten Doji, to come down."

As the dark red juice surged and wrapped around the skull, a three-meter-tall red-haired man wearing armor and two horns on his head gradually appeared in the eyes of Mochizuki and Kou Yumao.

Without warning, the red-haired man with red horns and ghost marks on his face opened his eyes.

"Well done..."

There is such a substance, an incomparably wild ghost and god aura, soaring to the sky from his body.

"I Shuten will grant you the Tokugawa family eternal glory as promised in the contract!"

His pair of ferocious blood pupils scanned the surroundings with a lazy and charming meaning that made people unable to look away.

Dajiangshan Ghost King, Shuten Doji, come again!

With the appearance of Shuten-douji, a scent of wine mixed with fruit and rice permeated the platform.

"So sweet..."

Inhaling a trace of the pervasive aroma of wine, the face of Mochizuche Che who was closest to him instantly turned red.

This is a sweet and rotten, hot and sweet breath that makes people fascinated and willing to fall into it...

"This, what is this..."

He only felt dizzy and dizzy, even having difficulty standing up, and the original fighting spirit in his heart also disintegrated.

It seems that every cell in the body is roaring crazily, as long as people can taste this thing, even if they fall into hell forever, they are willing!

"Could this be... God's Poison and Ghost Poison Wine?!"

What kind of poison is this, it's just a wisp of breath, it has such terrible temptation and corrosive power!

"It seems that a living sacrifice has been prepared for me? This is..."

At the same time, Shuten-douji, who was three meters tall, frowned slightly, as if he had heard something concerned.

In the blink of Xuetong, his figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Wangyueche.

"Where did you know..."

The thick and irresistible arm was already around Wangyueche's neck, pressing him hard into the building beside him.

"...This is the breath of the ghost poison wine that I once drank?!"

With just this one blow, the bones in Wangyueche's sturdy body have been shattered inch by inch.

"Could it be that you are a descendant of the Genji clan?"

It is said that Minamoto Raimitsu obtained from the incarnation of the gods. It is irresistible to ghosts and monsters, but the effect is equivalent to "death".

It is by relying on this altar of poisoned wine that the human race was able to repel the ghosts in Dajiangshan.

"No, no, I smell a familiar smell on you."

Just like looking at chickens and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in the market, Shuten's scarlet and indifferent pupils reflected Mochizuki Che's desperate face.

According to the records of the Tokugawa family's classics published in Hakone Mountain, the head of Shuten-douji is sealed in the tomb of Senjuin.

Originally, Mochizuki led the team here, just trying to discover this thing.

Unexpectedly, the Kiy Tokugawa family not only secretly set up a shrine here, but also successfully reshaped the body of ghosts and gods, and resurrected Shuten-douji!

"I happen to have some unfinished business with this guy, so give me your body right away... This is your only chance to survive!"

Being pinched by Shuten-douji, his bones were shattered, his internal organs were exhausted, and his consciousness was gradually blurred, a violent voice suddenly roared in Mochizuki's head.

"I, Ibaraki, swear in the name of Oeyama, I will never take this opportunity to invade your body today!!!"

"Hey, since that's the case, I'll trust you this time..."

With the last bit of strength, Mochizuki pulled at his waist.

"...Anyway, I have nothing to lose."

"Boom."

The dilapidated samurai sword that had been hanging around his waist and never seen him pull it out fell to the ground.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey..."

"Why are you laughing?"

At the same time, Mochizuki Che, who was pinched by Shuten-douji, laughed distortedly and maniacally.

"Aren't you curious, how did he know that it's the spirit's poison wine?"

The scorched black patch on the right chest, with blood-red texture, silently spread to every inch of his body.

"Because, in order to find your broken head, I engraved the smell of poisonous wine in my soul!"

The sharp fine teeth in the corners of the mouth, the long and narrow ear tips, a pair of purple horns on the forehead...

"It's been a thousand years...even if there's only one head left..."

As the purple flames shot up from Mochizuki Che's body, ghost features similar to Shuten-douji's also began to emerge on him.

A maddened voice gradually overlapped with Mochizuki Che's original voice, and he yelled at Shuten-douji in front of him as if spanning a thousand years: "I finally found you, Ibuki!"

"oh?"

Hearing this voice, Jiu Tun-douji was slightly taken aback, and he didn't even realize that his arms were burned by the purple flames and there were scorched black cracks.

"I thought it was just an inferior product who inherited the power of a thin bloodline..."

A second later, a meaningful smile appeared on his handsome face with scarlet ghost lines.

"But I didn't expect that the Lord's soul was in his arm, and he didn't even dare to erode this body?"

A face full of madness engraved in memory gradually overlapped with the "thin" human race in his hand.

"It's been a long time, my friend Ibaraki."