I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo - Chapter 1027

“Ahem, Araki-kun, you will always remember your admiration for the old man, but as a professional spirit slayer who has experienced many battles, the reunion method of running under the sunset is still a little…”

Looking at Sousuke Araki who was rushing towards him passionately, Hiroshi Changda opened his arms straight and greeted him…

“You, without saying a word, absent yourself from work, abandoned your wife and children, and swept away the compass left by the old man and the **** Mediterranean who ran away with zombies!”

However, he was lifted in the air by a strong arm by his tie, swaying like a carp streamer in the wind: “I automatically became the only suspect, bearing all the charges, and was forced to commit numerous prison escapes, assaulting police, streaking, etc. The accusation has become the well-known ‘Empire’s murderous mosaic’, and it is getting deeper and deeper on the road of crime…”

“Do you know what it’s like to be seen by the whole of Japan? I have to wear a mask, hat and sunglasses when I go out all my life… By the way, there should be reporters coming in a while, so let’s let you experience it…”

“No… Araki-kun… Don’t take off first… Listen to my explanation… I don’t want to… Don’t shake it, I’m going to vomit…”

Under the violent shaking, Hiroshi Changtian was like a candle in the wind, and his speech became intermittent…

“Araki-kun, don’t blame Guangzhi too much. Everything he does is because of the old man’s instructions.”

In the distance, there was a deep voice mixed with gold and iron.

“Well, I wanted to ask before, when did Cocoon learn to speak? Wait, wait…”

Looking at the bronze corpse of a hundred battles wrapped in heavy armor, Sousuke Araki was slightly taken aback, and repeatedly raised and lowered the blindfold on his forehead…

“You are… Shi, Shiben… old man?!”

No matter how he looked at it, behind Cocoon’s pale and rigid face, there was a translucent, incomparably familiar old face.

“During the time when the old man was away, you held the fishing rod very well, although you pulled the hook a little too hard…”

Tokimoto Ichiro nodded slightly and smiled at him with relief: “All in all, you did a good job, hard work, Araki-kun.”

“A fishing rod or something… I… I always thought that call… was a dying dream or a ghost call…”

Pointing to Tokimoto Ichiro who “resurrected from the dead, and resurrected from the dead”, Sousuke Araki was stunned: “You…you actually…”

“Didn’t you say that, the old man is not so easy to admit defeat, and there are still 100 million points left behind…”

“That’s great, now my crime can be completely cleared, you old man is really breath-taking! By the way, it happens that the association’s subsidy for this month has not been recorded, is it plus the mental damage fee? repair…”

Letting Hiroshi Hiroshi in his hand fall to the ground, Sousuke Araki ran towards Tokimoto Ichiro excitedly.

“Hey, Araki-kun, this old man has finally managed to survive, and he still has a mission to complete, so he doesn’t want to become a Buddha for the time being.”

But Ichiro Tokimoto raised his sword with foresight and retreated to the other half of the roof behind the crack: “The most urgent task is to stop Hundred Monogatari and prevent the Hara of Demons from continuing to merge with Tokyo…”

“that…”

Embarrassingly retracting his hands, Araki Sosuke turned to look at the scrolls scattered on the top of the train: “So, is this thing calling those guys over?”

He stepped on the locomotive one step at a time, pulled up one of the scrolls, and tore it with force: “Look at me tearing up this piece of shit!”

“Idiot Sousuke, don’t waste your effort…”

Higashino Yukihira, who didn’t know when he arrived, hung in the air and watched with a cold eye: “I followed this toilet paper-like picture from Kisaragi Station, and went all over Tokyo to get here. I tried countless times on the way, but I couldn’t break it at all.”

“His!”

In the crisp sound of tearing, the endless painting scrolls of hundreds of ghosts were divided into two by Araki Sosuke…

“Huh? Isn’t it torn off? It’s not as strong as my special toilet paper.”

Before he finished speaking, a dark karmic fire rose from the palm of his hand, burning the picture scroll in his hand to ashes.

“Hey, this is a grudge after all…”

Tokimoto Ichiro’s gaze froze, and then he smiled relievedly.

Compared with the goddess Tian Ni Mi Ji who was “destroyed by six fists”, what is the resentment.

“However, even if you tore up this “Hundred Ghosts Painting Scroll”, the ‘Hundred Stories’ seems to continue…”

In Higashino Yukihira’s cold sight, the dense space cracks are still eroding the current Tokyo.

“By the way, Higashino-kun, you said just now that the train dragged this picture scroll around the whole of Tokyo?”

Tokimoto Ichiro suddenly thought of something, and looked up at Higashino Yukihira above his head: “Do you remember the specific route?!”

“Probably, coming from the direction of Saitama, entering Tokyo from Otsuka Station… and then following the Yamanote Line all the way east…”

Higashino Yukihira touched his chin and lowered his head to recall: “Later, this broken train started to burrow randomly in the section in front of the Imperial Palace, but generally it came all the way in the direction of the Yamanote Line…”

“Great!”

Listening carefully to the route described by Higashino Yukihira, Tokimoto Ichiro nodded excitedly: “If the old man’s expectations are true, we must recover all the picture scrolls that surround Tokyo before the complete fusion of the original and Tokyo. ‘Hundred Stories’.”

“Oh?”

Yukio Higashino’s eyes flickered slightly, he raised his hand and picked up one of the scrolls torn by Araki Sosuke, turned it into a **** shadow and flew away: “It’s not too late, leave this to me.”

“Then, I’ll help too!”

Araki Sousuke on the side heard the words, pinched his knuckles, and was eager to try.

“No, Araki boy, after Dongye-kun has completely recovered this scroll, you can destroy it.”

Tokimoto Ichiro shook his head and pointed his finger to the bruised city below: “Right now, there are more important things that only you can do.”

“Right now, the slayers, rescue teams, and people in the city who were unable to evacuate are at risk because of the arrival of some ‘uninvited guests’.”

After Tian Ni Mi Ji Shen fell, the gray shadows that came from breaking through the world seemed to be frightened, and at this moment they all disappeared.

But among the golden and white eyes of Sosuke Araki, among the high-rise buildings and the streets and alleys, the ghosts and spirits wandering one after another are as dazzling as a beacon.

“Is it only me who can do it?”

With a slight smile, Sousuke Araki put on the helmet in his hand.

“Yes, after finishing the work, careful cleaning is the basic etiquette.”

In the distortion of space, his figure disappeared on the rooftop.

The next second, a majestic Buddha shadow quietly appeared in the buildings below.

“Guys who don’t belong to the world, this is the last warning, where to go back to…”

The three heads of the black Buddha, their eyes shone with incandescent light that penetrated everything, and sent out a cry that shocked the soul: “Tokyo, it’s my territory!”