I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"A user of 'divine power'? You mean..."

Fujiwara Takumi and Kotori Yumaumi followed No. 2's gaze...

Because a certain "uncle driver" was too good-looking to be close to strangers, the first row at the front of the car was empty.

Outside the window, the heavy resentful snow slapped on the windshield, quietly turning into crystal water droplets, and then wiped off by the wiper without a trace...

In the driver's seat, someone's tattoos are faintly exposed between the down jacket on his shoulders, and the color of the lines seems to be much darker than usual.

"So that's how it is...you, don't you know?"

Noticing the bewilderment in the eyes of the two, Sangoro seemed to have seen something funny, and smiled weakly: "Hehehehe... Interesting, interesting!"

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Suddenly, in the valley, a roar like a ghost echoed!

"Hey, hey... this is..."

Listening to this slightly familiar voice, Fujiwara Takumi felt as if he had forgotten something...

"Look..."

"Xueli, it seems that someone is running?!"

"Human? Can someone who can run in an avalanche and magma still count as a human being?"

Amidst the exclamation of several students, a nearly naked man wearing only a wrap-shaped T-shirt, with bursting muscles, jumped out of the avalanche rushing on the right!

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, it seems that this guy can't suppress the instinct in his body now?"

Bie Sangoro, who saw the figure clearly, glanced thoughtfully at Sousuke Araki at the front of the car: "What about you... how long can you hold on?"

Scarlet skin with ghost patterns, shiny bald head, giant antelope-like ghost horns on the forehead, jet-black left arm thicker than thighs, gray flames all over the body...

When seeing the figure breaking through the black snow and approaching the bus at high speed, no one would suspect that they saw the legendary evil spirit.

"Ara...ki...zong...suke..."

In the next second, the Tingziguo man covered in mosaics frantically danced his hands and feet, rushed to the position parallel to the bus, and yelled at someone in the cab: "Stop, fight me!"

"You are... Mochizuki?! Without clothes and wig, I almost didn't recognize you..."

Taking a serious look at the "exhibitionist demon" who was running wildly outside his window, Araki Sousuke couldn't help but have blue veins on his forehead: "Tsk, didn't you see that I am working part-time as a tourist bus driver? Don't make trouble at this time..."

As the distance approached, the ashes beside Mochizuki Che quietly rushed toward Araki Sousuke's elbow leaning on the window sill, causing him to stagger and be thrown behind the car...

"Sousuke Araki, stop and fight me!"

However, in the next second, he rushed back out of the window head-on, as if he had been doused with coals of gasoline.

"Let me say, you are a member of an official agency, and you are also obliged to search and rescue this bus, okay?"

"Aren't you ashamed to be found by a escaped prisoner now?"

"Sousuke Araki, stop and fight me!"

However, Mochizuki, who was struggling to run to the side, didn't seem to be listening to him at all, but just repeated the cycle of "falling behind - sprinting - roaring - falling behind again", roaring the same lines like a repeater.

"Hey, Zongsuke, this guy's condition doesn't seem right!"

Fujiwara Takumi, who had experience in hand-to-hand combat with Mochizuki Che, immediately noticed the strangeness of the other party.

At this moment, Mochizuki not only has the physical signs originating from evil spirits in his body become more exaggerated, but also the ashes representing the "Power of Great Rivers and Mountains" are tens of times more majestic than before.

"Oh? When you put it this way... this guy seems to be... sleepwalking?!"

After being reminded, Araki Sousuke, who was the closest, noticed that Mochizuki Che's squinted eyes could not see pupils at all, only the whites of his eyes turned up...

"Could it be that this guy has passed out, but his body is stimulated by resentment, and wants to continue the unfinished mission?!"

Thinking of the lingering relationship between the two on the snow, and Mochizuki Che's terrible obsession with challenging Araki Sosuke, a drop of cold sweat rolled down Fujiwara Takumi's forehead: "The resentment is so great after fainting, what on earth did you do to him?"

"Nonsense, I have nothing..."

Before Araki Zongsuke finished speaking, Mochizuki Che, who was like a ghost tank, rushed up from behind again: "Ara...ki...Zong...suke...stop and fight me!"

"Even though they are so close, they still yell so loudly, there's no end to it..."

The furious face outside the window gradually overlapped with an old face full of wrinkles and black teeth in Araki Sosuke's eyes...

"Do you think you are a 'high-speed mother-in-law'?!"

On the Tomei Expressway, the terrible memory of being rushed into a large truck undressed by "Mother Sonic" and forced to admire the withered and graceful body, and then the seal was lifted!

"I hate..."

The last trace of tolerance was wiped out by the sting of eardrums, Araki Sosuke's hand holding the steering wheel shook without a trace...

"...while driving a big car, someone ran out of the window!"

"boom!"

Amidst the violent impact, Wangyueche's long and narrow ghost horn, which no one should get close to, "accidentally" hit the side door of the driver's cab, broke apart quietly, and fell into the pitch-black wind and snow.

"Uh..."

Suffering such a serious injury, Wang Yueche closed his eyes, the ashes all over his body dissipated without a trace, and flew backwards in a spiral...

"Look, let me just say, it's dangerous to follow a car!"

In the back row, Fujiwara Takumi leaned out of the window like a reflex, and grabbed the ankle of Mochizuki Che who was already fainting in midair...

"Hiss, this guy is so heavy!"

It caused the other party to slam into the car door again, and it hung directly on the rear window...

"Everyone has to testify for me. It was this dangerous guy who suddenly bumped into him and shocked him! Thanks to the kind-hearted passenger in the back row, he saved his life with quick eyesight..."

Through the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of a dent with distinctive facial features on the iron body. Sosuke Araki couldn't help but smacked his lips, and whispered to Takumi Fujiwara, "Hey, Takumi, that slap you made just now was too ruthless." Alright, let's do it a little more secretly..."

"Bastard, why did you deliberately lower your voice to the point where everyone can just hear it, making me look like your accomplice... You are the one who hurt people, and I am the one who saved them, okay?"

Lying on the window and grabbing Mochizuki Che, Fujiwara Takumi protested dissatisfied.

"It was intentional, that moment just now was definitely intentional..."

"Hey, the most dangerous one is obviously the driver, you, okay?" 』

"Such a skillful and covert method of creating a car accident, this guy is definitely at the professional level!" 』

Inside the bus, which was full of discussions, it was eerily quiet at some point.

Even Sangoro, who had been cynically and sarcasticly, stopped making the slightest sound.