I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Lying in the ruins, Mochizuki Che's eyes wandered between the two people with different sizes, and finally settled on the bucket bag tied around Sousuke Araki's waist.

"Why are you still standing still..."

It doesn't matter if this ignorant guy dies, but if the "Taketori Picture Scroll" falls into Shuten's hands, I'm afraid Ayano...

"...quick... run!!!"

Thinking of this series of consequences, Wang Yueche felt so angry that he passed out.

"Although I am also in the state of 'explosive clothing 50%', but the reasons for your 'explosive clothing 100%' are different, and the sex hobbies are also different..."

"Wait, isn't that guy Wang Yueche?"

Because Mochizuki Che still maintained the characteristics of the evil spirit when he was "possessed by Ibaraki", he was shocked by this overly sentimental scene for the first time, and did not recognize the other party.

At this moment, the erosion of the power of the great rivers and mountains on his body gradually subsided, and he returned to his original squint-eyed and bald-headed appearance.

"The grave keeper of the Tokugawa clan died as soon as he died..."

In front of him, Jiu Tun-douji, who was ignored by him, had golden lights surging in his eyes, his already tall body swelled once again, and the golden flames of demon Buddha shot up all over his body...

"But you can't let you take that thing away!"

After being enshrined and revived by the Tokugawa clan, the space under the tomb of Senshouin is considered to be the place where Shuten, as a ghost and god, hides himself.

If the "Stone Bowl in front of the Buddha" that is the pivot of the formation is taken away, the hermitage here will definitely be unsustainable and fall apart.

And as the "god" here, he will also turn "homeless" into water without source and tree without roots.

"How about this, you and I have a fight..."

Without warning, Shuten-douji's already thick oni-gold stick around his waist suddenly swelled in size, extending a bit longer than before...

"If you lose, just like the guy behind, line up to accept 'Da Jiangshan's Shiri Question'!"

...He actually poked straight at the face of Sousuke Araki, who was less than two-thirds of his height!

"Hey, long-winded gay guy..."

Facing the bigger and bloody Oni Jin Rod in his line of sight, Araki Sousuke, who was originally humble, frowned slightly, raised his chin, swollen veins, tilted his head and stared angrily, showing an expression of extreme displeasure.

"Can't tell... I'm in a hurry..."

He put his hands in his pockets, turned sideways like lightning, and escaped the danger of being headshot by a "golden rod"...

"Five seconds!"

"Waste five seconds on you, just treat that guy Wangyueche as favor from before..."

As soon as the words fell, Araki Sousuke's left leg turned into an afterimage, and with the sound of piercing through the air, he raised it high from bottom to top, and slammed it straight into Shuten-douji's crotch!

"...Moreover, I hate other people pointing 'guns' at me!"

"Crack..."

The extremely sour breaking sound resounded in the silent Xianshouyuan tomb.

"Ugh..."

Suffering from this "critical attack", the iron-blooded tough guy like Shuten Doji could only grit his teeth and let out a dull growl.

His whole body was trembling uncontrollably because of the soul-soaked pain between his legs.

Like a collapsing mountain, the giant-like Shuten-douji clamped his legs in a twisted posture of "Naibazi", and knelt down in front of Araki Sousuke slowly and powerlessly.

"This is... how..."

Suddenly, he, who was on the ground with his head bowed, raised his drooping head with all his strength, and his trembling pupils were full of disbelief and joy.

Because, with that leg intersecting, the power of ghosts and gods in his body was leaving him quickly, pouring into the body of the "human" in front of him.

Lose power and die...

This process is not unfamiliar to Shuten, nor is it important.

What really surprised and delighted him was that it wasn't just the power of ghosts and gods that left him...

It also includes the "bad karma" that has accumulated in the depths of his soul over the past thousand years and is too thick to dissolve.

...

Obviously, he had already picked out all the ghosts and made him the king of ghosts in Dajiangshan, but the days of eating wine and dried meat made Ibaraki gradually confused and unable to cheer up.

Because he discovered that the "gods" he had expected were all fakes that stole the beliefs of all living beings and achieved self-fulfilment.

What is the difference between such an existence and oneself.

As long as they are strong enough, thick enough and long enough, they can only scream under him like Ibaraki.

In this world, there really is no real "God"!

Otherwise, how can the "compassionate" god have the heart to watch the people of Ping'an Jing, trapped in the night walk of a hundred ghosts, with people like ants and lives like worthless?

How could he have the heart to watch the ignorant ruler being manipulated by false gods behind the scenes to provoke one war after another of disastrous lives?

How can I bear to watch that pure white and delicate girl, being heartbroken and drinking hot blood by myself?

How could he bear to watch as shrines and Buddhist temples were burned to the ground by the flames of war under his whipping?

I gave up everything and devoted myself to the way of evil spirits, in order to pursue this illusory, never-existing "god"?

It's pathetic, deplorable, ridiculous, and uninteresting.

Therefore, when the human named Yuan Laiguang brought his subordinates, Qiao Zhuang dressed up to offer the so-called "good wine given by the gods", he did not expose them.

After all, it was one of the few interesting things to see these human generals devouring the delicious human meat cooked at the banquet with them and drinking the wine mixed with the blood of young girls with a forced face and a smile.

Moreover, he also wanted to taste whether the altar of fine wine from the "god" was really so intoxicating.

The jar of wine did not disappoint him.

That is the unique sweetness of death and decay.

People are willing to indulge in it, and never wake up in that fiery happiness.

Drunk or dead.

Anyway, in this boring world without "true gods", I don't need anything else, anything else.

...

"You..."

In the gradually blurred vision of Shuten-douji, who was unable to move, the man who "kicked" his lower body closed his feet without saying a word, turned his back to him and left.

"It's really... so interesting..."

As the power was withdrawn bit by bit, cracks began to appear on his body painted by Tokugawa Yoshinen with the power of countless ghosts and Buddhas, like porcelain about to shatter.

"This trick, does it have a name?"

An imperceptible dark red flame began to spew out from the crack.

"As for the name of the move... let's say there are still..."

Araki Sousuke slowed down and scratched the back of his head, as if he was remembering something.

"This trick was named by a friend of mine..."

"Hey, Kohei, you guys, didn't you agree to have a fair duel between men with them, why did you use that seal move again?!"

"Before I had time to do it, others were crying so hard that they couldn't even stand up!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it went well...I just think that when you are in a hurry to go to work, isn't it the fastest way to solve it instead of lingering in the toilet with a big man all over your body?"

"...Gold Jade Crack Crack Feet."

With his back to Shuten, a nostalgic smile appeared on the corner of Araki Sosuke's mouth.