I'm really unnerved in Tokyo

Chapter 1010 Cleaning Up Afterwards

"Ahem, Araki-kun, I remember your admiration for the old man, but as a professional exorcist who has experienced many battles, the way of reunion like running in the sunset is still a bit..."

Seeing Araki Sousuke rushing towards him passionately, Hiroshi Tsuneda opened his arms and greeted him with distaste...

"You, absent from work without saying a word, abandoning your wife and children, taking away the compass left by old man Shiben and the bastard Mediterranean who ran away with zombies!"

But he was lifted up into the air by a strong arm pinching his tie, swaying in the wind like a carp banner: "As a result, I automatically became the only suspect, and I was charged with all the crimes, and I was forced to commit countless crimes such as jailbreak, assaulting the police, and streaking." The crime has become the well-known "Empire's Murderous Mosaic", and the crime is getting deeper and deeper..."

"Do you know what it feels 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 later, why don't you experience it too..."

"No... Araki-kun...don't take it off yet...you listen to me...I don't want to...don't shake it, I'm going to vomit..."

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

"Araki-kun, don't blame Hiroshi too much. Everything he did was because of the old man's instructions."

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

"Well, I wanted to ask before, when did Cocoon learn to speak? Wait, wait..."

Looking at the bronze corpse wrapped in heavy armor, Araki Sosuke was slightly taken aback, and repeatedly raised and lowered the blindfold on his forehead...

"You are... Shi, Shiben... the old man?!"

No matter how he looked at it, there was a translucent, extremely familiar old face superimposed behind Yu Yu's pale and rigid face.

"During the time the old man was away, you held the fishing rod very well, although you pulled the hook with too much force..."

Tokimoto Ichiro nodded slightly, and gave him a gratified smile: "In short, you did a good job, thanks for your hard work, Araki-kun."

"Fishing rod or something...I...I always thought that call...was a dying dream or a call from a ghost..."

Pointing at Tokimoto Ichiro, who "resurrected from the dead and resurrected from the dead", Sosuke Araki was stunned: "You...you actually..."

"Didn't I say that the old man is not so easy to admit defeat, and he still has a million points left behind..."

"Great, now my charges can be completely cleared. You old man is really a big breath! By the way, it just so happens that the association's subsidy for this month has not been included in the account. Is it together with the mental damage fee?" repair……"

Even though Hiroshi Tokita in his hand fell to the ground, Sousuke Araki ran towards Ichiro Tokimoto excitedly.

"Hey, Araki-kun, the old man managed to survive, and he still has a mission to do, and he doesn't want to become a Buddha yet."

But Tokimoto Ichiro had already stood up with his sword with foresight, and retreated to the other half of the roof behind the crack: "The most urgent task is to stop the Hundred Monogatari and prevent the fusion of Yumozhiyuan and Tokyo..."

"that……"

With embarrassing retraction of his outstretched hands, Araki Sousuke turned his head to look at the scroll scattered on the top of the train: "So, is this thing calling those guys over?"

He stepped on the locomotive, pulled up one of the picture scrolls, and tore it forcefully: "Look at me tearing this crap!"

"Idiot Sousuke, don't waste your efforts..."

Higashino Xinghei, who didn't know when he arrived, hung in the air, watching with cold eyes: "I followed this toilet paper-like scroll from Kisaragi Station, and chased it all over Tokyo. I tried countless times on the way, and there was no way to break it."

"His!"

Amidst the crisp tearing sound, the continuous picture scroll of Hyakki was split into two in the hands of Araki Sousuke...

"Huh? Isn't this torn off? It's not as strong as my special toilet paper."

Before he finished speaking, a pitch-black fire of karma rose from his palm, burning the scroll in his hand to ashes.

"Hey, this is a grudge..."

Tokimoto Ichiro's eyes froze for a moment, and then he smiled in relief.

Compared with Tianni Meiji, who was "shattered by six punches", the resentment is nothing.

"However, even if you tear up the "Hundred Ghosts Picture Scroll", the 'Hundred Stories' seems to be continuing..."

In Higashino Kohei's cold eyes, the dense space cracks are still eating away at the present Tokyo.

"By the way, Higashino-kun, you just said that the train dragged this picture scroll around the entire Tokyo?"

Tokimoto Ichiro suddenly thought of something, looked up at Higashino Kohei above his head: "Do you remember the specific route?!"

"Probably, from the direction of Saitama, enter Tokyo from Otsuka Station...then follow the Yamanote Line all the way east..."

Higashino Xinghei rubbed his chin, lowered his head and recalled: "Later, this broken train started to burrow randomly at the section in front of the Imperial Palace, but it generally came all the way in the direction of the Yamanote Line..."

"Great!"

Listening carefully to the route described by Higashino Yukihei, Tokimoto Ichiro nodded excitedly: "If what I expected is true, all the picture scrolls surrounding Tokyo must be recovered before Oma no Haru and Tokyo are completely integrated, and the end can only be ended." 'Hundred Stories'."

"Oh?"

Higashino Xinghei's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his hand to pick up one of the scrolls torn off by Araki Sousuke, and turned into a blood shadow and flew away: "It's not too late, leave this matter to me."

"Then, I'll help too!"

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

"No, boy Araki, wait until Higashino-kun completely recovers the picture scroll, and then you can destroy it."

Tokimoto Ichiro shook his head, and pointed down at the city covered in bruises: "Right now, there are more important things that only you can do."

"Right now, the spirit eliminators, rescue teams, and people who have not been evacuated in the city are in danger because of the arrival of certain 'uninvited guests'."

After Tianni Meiji God fell, the gray shadows that broke through the boundary seemed to be frightened, and they all disappeared at this moment.

But in Araki Zongsuke's golden and white pupils, among high-rise buildings, streets and alleys, ghosts and gods wandering one after another are as dazzling as bright lights.

"Is there something that only me can do?"

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

"That's right. After you're done, it's a basic etiquette to clean up carefully."

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

In 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 should I go back..."

The three heads of the black Buddha, the eyes bursting with incandescent light that penetrated everything, sent out a soul-shocking cry: "Tokyo is my territory!"

(End of this chapter)