I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo - Chapter 1008
Remember [New] for a second,! “Sneaky guy, don’t look down on people!”
Inside the carriage, Yukihira Higashino pulled out a blood-colored blue dragon with his backhand at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, and slashed fiercely at the sound behind him.
“It’s a pity that Wen Che Ji, who has always read poetry and books and doesn’t like fighting, was not able to witness the final sacrifice with her own eyes.”
The gust of wind raged, and ripples appeared in the space. The knife in his hand left a huge knife mark on the wall of the car that was filled with resentment, but it was cut empty.
“Izu Zhentian, Ape God, Human Face Tree, Bull Demon, Dog God, Ainu Giant Sheath…”
That old voice still sounded unhurriedly and genuinely in the same place: “Your Excellency, an existence that can integrate the blood of hundreds of ghosts and grow continuously, even if the old man has a long enough experience, it is unheard of.”
“Get me out!”
Higashino Yukihira threw the knife and waved his arm, and slammed hard at the place where the voice was.
“Roar!”
Inu God’s huge dog head appeared out of thin air, and the probe bit down…
“Your Excellency doesn’t have to waste your energy, even a word of “causal” can’t touch the old man’s place, not to mention the mere dog god…”
The ferocious dog’s mouth has not yet closed, and it has quietly solidified with the surrounding space.
“Crack.”
In the next second, that space, together with the dog’s head within it, shattered like a mirror.
“Ugh…”
As the dog’s head shattered, a sharp pain from the depths of his soul swept through every inch of Higashino Yukihira’s brain cells.
The remnant soul of the dog **** that he recovered was annihilated.
“My Slipper clan exists in the world and does not exist in the world, just like the moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror…”
As the shattered space healed, an old man with a head as big as a bucket, a thin body, and wearing a black weaving feather, flashed before Higashino Yukihira’s eyes.
“Sliding scoop? This seems to exist in another layer of space, but it is very similar to Xia Duo.”
Slippery scoop is a kind of guest **** in Japanese folklore. It is said that the slippery scoop has a mysterious sense of existence. He likes to sneak into people who entertain guests in the evening, drink tea, smoke, and enjoy food as if nothing had happened, but no one can see through the existence of this “stranger”, but treat him as a guest. .
“However, since I can’t touch him, he shouldn’t be able to touch me either. Just treat this old man as air.”
As if he had figured out something, Higashino Yukihira turned and jumped out of the carriage.
“Before the Hundred Ghosts Night Festival is completely completed, please stop for a while.”
The next second, his whole body suddenly stuck on the car window.
“Damn, can’t move… This **** old man…”
Looking closely, the space around him was quietly covered with a layer of gray, and the whole person seemed to be frozen in ice, and even the blood belonging to Asamet stopped flowing.
“Open your eyes and watch, it is your honor to witness this ‘Hundred Ghosts Night Festival’ with your own eyes.”
The black-robed old man named “Piao Lao” did not know when he appeared. He sat cross-legged on his back, stretched out a cigarette stick from his sleeve, looked up at the sky, and took a sip.
In the air, Kotomine Jiro, who was carrying a huge scroll, was waving his wings and soaring up…
In the direction he was heading, a picture scroll that was derived from nowhere was coming.
“Another painting of a hundred ghosts? No, it was laid when the train entered Tokyo. Could it be that…”
Staring at the “Hundred Ghosts Painting Scroll”, which was scattered like toilet paper and never shrunk in size, Higashino Yukihira seemed to have grasped the key.
“Huh, the hundreds of ghosts and tribes, who have been trapped in the land of demons for hundreds of years by a thousand-year contract, it is with the ability of my slipper clan to break through space to confuse those old painters, use their hands to create day and night, and make hundreds of The name of the ghost has been passed down through the ages, and it is able to maintain the thin power of existence…”
Seemingly anticipating the doubts in Yukio Higashino’s heart, Lao Lao spit out a few smoke rings and whispered, “Now, the original author of these monster paintings is finally coming.”
In his vicissitudes of speech, Kotomine Jiro has already left the city like a sea of fire under his feet, and dragged the picture scroll behind him to the cloud…
The two picture scrolls were entangled and intertwined in front of him, colliding with majestic black energy.
A woman in palace attire with a green lantern in her arms and sleeping with her eyes closed, slowly appeared from the black aura.
“Nice…stage…”
Her green eyes slowly opened, reflecting the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Formation running through the heavens and the earth, as well as the city immersed in the sea of fire.
“Let’s begin, Hundred Stories, the final chapter…”
She lightly opened her red lips and blew out the green lamp in her hand.
The originally sunny, cloudless sky suddenly turned into night.
The whole city was plunged into darkness without light, and even the power system was completely paralyzed, and there was no spark.
Even the sea of red flames that covered the entire Ikebukuro area, like a flickering candle, went out.
The woman did not spit out a word, her anger was like an orchid, and it blew out the light of the entire Tokyo.
Only the flaming cross that confronted the black tornado, the yin and yang of Shinjuku, the yin and yang of the Imperial Palace, and the Taichi yin and yang formation wall that sheltered the inner side of Tokyo still maintained their last rays of light.
“Congratulations, the original of the devil.”
A ghostly blue flame ignited at the intersection of the two picture scrolls in front of her…
The shadowy orchid flames spread along the two painting scrolls in completely opposite directions, and the ghosts on the screen along the way disappeared without a trace.
On the inner side of the Yamanote Line, cyan candles were lit from near to far, which happened to surround the Tokyo Metropolis within the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Array.
“Jie Jie Jie Jie!”
“Quack quack!”
“Hee hee… cluck…”
“Woooooooooooo…”
“Oh hehehe…cough cough cough!”
The laughter, cries, and roars that revealed excitement and joy seemed to come from another space, and they sounded densely in the dead city.
“Listen, this is the supreme joy of the hundreds of ghosts who have been standing in the land of demons for hundreds of years!”
At the same time, a dark and deep crack as thin as a thread bloomed in the space in front of the woman in the palace dress. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
Seeing this crack, the old lady on Higashino’s back excitedly raised her hands to look up at the sky, and then bowed down respectfully: “The slippery family, luckily not humiliated…”
“Welcome, Lord Tianmo Xiongming!”
“Welcome, Lord Tianmo Xiongming!”
“Welcome, Lord Tianmo Xiongming!”
Whether it was the cold Kotomine Jiro or the glamorous Tsing Yi woman, they all bowed and bowed like Lao Lao.
A pure black giant pupil quietly opened the gap from behind…
As if he finally cut out a small hole to peek at the “suspect person” next door, the giant pupil looked at Tokyo under the night with endless tyranny and greed.
As the crack expands at an imperceptible speed, half a huge, beast-like grimace with a high nose, long ears, and fangs can be seen, flashing across the space behind.
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