I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"above?"

Fujiwara Takumi squinted his eyes with difficulty, but he could only see a small black spot in the hollow of the "mushroom cloud".

"Well, although I can't see clearly, that guy definitely went there..."

Wherever Wangyueche looked, the cloud that was expanding and bursting began to collapse towards that hollow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Above a thousand meters, in the middle of the clouds.

"The air is good."

Araki Sousuke was full of flames, and he stood in the air with no expression on his face, staring blankly at his palm...

"Is it because the concentration of those 'hidden energy fields' was too low before, so I didn't notice it?"

At this time, the resentment in the cloud was rushing in with Sousuke Araki as the center, but it still couldn't keep up with the terrifying pumping speed of his body, so that a large empty "vacuum zone" was formed in front of him.

"It's not so much a 'passive resonance with the same frequency', it's actually my body that is actively longing for the 'hidden energy field'?!"

The entire island of Hokkaido has accumulated a full 150 years of resentment, perhaps only comparable to the resentment that poured out from the gate of hell and flooded the entire Taito District on the night of the Obon Festival.

That night, perhaps due to the effect of Mai Hanyu's bottle of "sarin hallucinogenic gas counteractant" disguised as Ito oolong tea, he absorbed a lot of resentment along the way, and he didn't have any special "feelings".

But today is different from the past, with strong resentment quickly entering the body, Araki Sousuke's brain is unprecedentedly sober, immersed in a kind of clarity and excitement of "controlling everything".

He could even clearly and slowly "feel" that every tiny strand of resentment around him was being compressed and absorbed by his pores bit by bit, turning into pure black "ink droplets" and merging into the tattoos on his body...

"However, 'cleaning' is still too slow..."

Smiling ferociously, Sousuke Araki clenched his fist with one hand, spread his palm with the other, and closed it with a "slap" in front of his chest!

"It's time to let the big guys come out!"

Quietly, a black shadow as huge as a mountain rose from his back...

A black Buddha with three heads and six arms, glaring eyes, sitting cross-legged on a skull lotus platform directly filled the hole in the clouds above Goryokaku!

The black Buddha in front of him is not only larger than that of "Kato Enshang" not long ago, but also the flames on the scriptures on his body are burning, and he almost wants to come out of his body...

"Hush... is it so spectacular to show that 'Hei Da Zhuang' in its entirety?"

Below Goryokaku, Fujiwara Takumi raised his sore neck, stared at the giant Buddha who suddenly appeared, and couldn't help whistling.

On the night of the Obon Festival, he was favored by Emperor Meiji and turned into a "tool man". He couldn't remember what happened after being "cut out by the black tiger" by Emperor Sutoku, and he had no chance to see this black Buddha.

Therefore, even though I saw a video shot by a certain video blogger at a long distance on the Internet, and heard Sosuke Araki bragging about "that thick black guy who can fight" many times along the way, but seeing the whole picture with his own eyes is still first.

"Pingjian Black Buddha... the indescribable World Honored One..."

Wangyue Che, who was beside him, also maintained the same posture of "raising his head to look at the bright moon", his pupils trembling and muttering to himself.

"No matter what it's called...it turns out that this thing is Araki Sousuke's Dharmakaya!"

The obon festival and Kato Yan last two "large-scale supernatural disasters" events that put Tokyo at risk, all have the figure of this nameless black Buddha behind them, Mochizuki naturally recognized it at a glance.

As for the origin of this black Buddha, the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team also listed all the Buddhist practitioners and exorcists in Tokyo, and checked them one by one...

The greatest possibility fell on Kawasaki Daishiji, who presided over the promotion of Dharma, and his group of "Buddhist chanting celestial groups".

But no one thought that this black Buddha had always been on the body of Sosuke Araki, a new emancipator from the "Kawasaki Daishiji after-school lecture class" who is unattractive, eats, drinks, and drinks hot food!

"This monster... actually condenses the Dharma Body with resentment... No wonder it can absorb so much resentment..."

After thinking everything through, he suddenly put his hand on his forehead, and laughed maniacally: "Hahahaha...I actually, have been delusional to compete with such a monster..."

The fighting spirit in my heart was wiped out the moment I saw this black Buddha.

"Yes, I can't think of it, other people can't think of it, and the old man must not think of it either!"

In those squinted eyes, shock gradually turned into hope.

"Hahahahaha... Let him do all the calculations for the rest of his life, and he will never be able to calculate it. Araki Sousuke is a monster that is a hundred times more terrifying than the 'Heavenly Bloodline'!"

A drop of tear quietly slipped from the corner of his laughing eye...

"I'm really looking forward to it...the expression of the old thing kicking the titanium alloy steel plate at the end..."

Turned into endless joy.

"No, the area of ​​this resentment is too large. Even if Zong Jie manifests his dharma body, there is no way to 'eat' it all before it dissipates..."

Just when Mochizuki Che was full of thoughts, Fujiwara Takumi beside him suddenly became anxious.

The moment the black Buddha appeared, the super giant cloud cluster that was still falling apart and collapsing rapidly shrank towards the central cavity, and disappeared into the night sky in an instant...

However, in the majestic sea-like cloud covering dozens of kilometers, there are still many "cloud clusters" on the edge, which have already scattered in all directions at the moment of the explosion before!

These escaping "clouds" may only account for less than one-tenth of the proportion, but at least they also contain the grievances of the entire Hokkaido for more than ten years...

If it turns into snow of resentment and scatter all over Hokkaido, I am afraid it will lead to countless tragedies.

"Yes, yes! And this..."

Like ants on a hot pot moving round and round a few times, Fujiwara Takumi's subconsciously clenched palm suddenly touched a thick, long and round hard object in his trouser pocket...

"As for Yuanxue...this thing...can be somewhat useful..."

He groped anxiously in his trouser pockets, and a huge hook jade with a simple appearance and a shape resembling a "C" appeared in his hand.

Before coming, Qianye gave him the Gouyu that he had carried with him since he was a child.

"I want to use my light to run to the end!"

Fujiwara Takumi held Gouyu in front of his chest without hesitation, and then silkily and smoothly raised one hand to the night sky.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..."

Surging golden chrysanthemum patterns exploded from his body, condensing into the Gouyu in his palm...

"Hiss... this is?"

Mochizuki Che who was at the side turned his head and saw that the Gouyu in Fujiwara Takumi's hand had turned like red-hot iron at some point, emitting a crimson light that could not be seen directly...