I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"You...you are..."

Wrapped in heavy military coats, military caps, scarves and gloves, with spears on their backs, and snow-covered soldiers, they formed a white queue that could not be seen at a glance, and emerged from the darkness.

"Talk about achievements with a gloomy face, but the only thing that can be called delicious is a dried plum."

Even though their bodies were covered with snow, their icy eyes had already lost their luster, and their mouths were split enough to swallow a human head, they still moved numbly, slowly, and firmly toward the train...

"Sleep on the spot with the clothes on, the rucksack as a pillow, and the coat as a quilt."

Although their footsteps seemed weak, their figures were slightly distorted from time to time like clips in old video tapes, and then flashed a short distance forward out of nowhere.

"The heat on my back melted the snow, and the corn stalks under me were soaked."

And the low-pitched and terrifying military song that was originally playing on the speakers in the car was now simultaneously coming out of the mouths of these soldiers.

This is an old, powerless, rotting, cold, but whispering, never-ending white army.

It makes people feel that they are about to maintain such a posture, spanning eternity and endless time.

"ah!!!!"

Seeing the horrific-looking soldiers in front of him like zombies awakened from the snow, the man immediately fell to the ground, his trouser legs sprayed out a turbid water column, which condensed into yellow ice crystals in mid-air.

However, those undead soldiers didn't seem to pay attention to his intentions, they just flashed past him one by one with extremely slow steps, and continued to move towards the direction of the train.

"Ugh..."

I don't know what happened, the man suddenly screamed and covered somewhere between his legs, and passed out on the snow in pain.

The snow-white frost and snow climbed onto the man's skin like life, devouring him bit by bit, turning him pale, and submerging him in the pitch-black snow field.

"Then, those, who are they, the troops who came to rescue?!"

"No, something is wrong..."

"These guys are not human, run from here!!!"

Seeing the "peerless face" of the white figure outside the car window, the passengers who turned out of the car quickly turned back and planned to leave from the other side...

"It's over, it's over..."

However, what made their movements stagnate and their faces look dead still was...

On the other side of the car window, there is also a "white army" with the same horrific appearance, which is slowly encircling.

The continuously falling temperature and the slowly approaching ghosts made the area around the Shinkansen trapped here instantly turn into a white hell.

"All alert!"

Several Self-Defense Force members raised their guns subconsciously, aiming at the white shadows approaching from both sides: "Fire!"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"ah!!!"

Amidst the screams of the passengers, the slender spiritual bullets passed through the broken glass windows and skimmed through the violent snowstorm, accurately hitting several "figures" among them.

Under Youlan's spiritual power blooming, those undead soldiers fell to the ground immediately, shattering into ice slag like ice sculptures.

"The spiritual bullet is effective...keep shooting..."

Seeing this scene, several team members were immediately refreshed. Regardless of the presence of the public, they loaded and fired skillfully.

In the face of the hail of bullets, the "armies" on both sides of the carriage were still humming hoarse military songs, and their progress did not stop at all.

"No, there are too many targets... I have five magazines left..."

However, even though the team members had shot and defeated countless white figures, the number of white troops coming out of the darkness in front of them seemed to never decrease.

"I still have four..."

"Six..."

"Three..."

Because of the snowstorm, they couldn't take a special plane and could only take the Shinkansen. Apart from spiritual power protection and resentment detection equipment, they only carried a pistol and basic ammunition.

After all, by crossing the Tsugaru Strait to Hakodate, all the armaments can be replenished.

But who would have thought that just after setting foot on the border of Aomori, they encountered such a desperate scene at the foot of Hakkoda Mountain.

"I'm camping, it's really hard to fall asleep, the cold moon is watching me secretly."

Under the neat military songs and footsteps, the bone-chilling chill gradually eroded the entire train, and even the nearby snow-covered ground began to form hard ice.

As the figures wrapped in the wind and snow got closer, the shivering passengers shivering in the car suddenly rolled their eyes and their faces became indifferent...

"Although I have sacrificed my life and handed over my body, I have prepared myself for death and shouted for the charge."

They stood up stiffly, and walked towards the army outside the car window as if they were hypnotized, murmuring the same military song in their mouths.

Even a team member who was shooting next to Onodera dropped the gun in his hand, rolled his eyes and walked slowly towards the outside of the train...

"Hold him quickly... Priest Fujiwara, the situation is urgent now, please do not hesitate!"

Seeing countless passengers lined up, about to join those undead soldiers who died like frozen corpses, Onodera looked at Fujiwara Takumi for help.

"Even if you say so, I will..."

Takumi Fujiwara, who was trembling from the cold and fear and his face turned pale, slammed the coin in his hand on the window of the car as if venting his anger: "...that's the only trick!"

"Up right C down left B down right up left AB down right A!"

In the obscure mantra, the brilliant spiritual power of the chrysanthemum pattern once again spread overwhelmingly.

Shinto Art Purification!

This time, not only the entire train, but even the ground with a radius of five meters was covered by this sacred and majestic spiritual power.

The passengers who were about to leave the train instantly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"If the military luck is not good and I am not killed in battle, the soldier's silk wrapped around "Giri" will slowly wrap around my neck."

Several undead soldiers at the forefront of the queue stepped onto the land protected by the golden light, and then slowly knelt down on the ground, and the ice and snow melted under the golden light, turning into a pool of black water...

"Anyway, they didn't intend to let me go back alive."

This is exactly the unique effect of the "purification" technique on vengeful spirits and sages corrupted by resentment.

"Huh...huh...I can't control it anymore..."

His spiritual power was emptied, and his lower back became weak. Fujiwara Takumi suddenly fell back into the first-class lounge chair.

Even if he has improved recently due to "spell innovation" and has the blessing of Yubi, he has used two consecutive large-scale purifications in a short period of time. For him who "only practices three minutes a day" on weekdays, it can be regarded as "vigorous exercise." "The extent of it.

"As expected of the 'God's Favored One Once in Four Thousand Years'!"

Seeing those horrific figures continuously melting into the land "sheltered by the gods", Onodera looked at Fujiwara Takumi's figure "in the chaise longue, leisurely seeing the snow-capped mountains", his eyes were full of awe.

From the beginning to the end, Fujiwara Takumi only made two "moving like thunder" shots at the critical moment, and he has stabilized the situation.