I'm really unnerved in Tokyo

Chapter 810
"Yes, yes, what about the others..."

Fujiwara Takumi looked around, and found a Sengoku samurai with only half of his rear wheel exposed on a snowy hill not far away.

"If the warriors of the Warring States Period are over there..."

"This guy is not Araki Sousuke!"

Just as Fujiwara Takumi searched for another "passenger" in his car with his eyes, the man's angry voice, accompanied by a sweet breath, sounded from below.

Mochizuki, who looked like a ghost and was naked from the waist up, stood quietly under the tree.

And the man who was held in his hands like a garbage bag and was wearing the cold-proof clothing that originally belonged to Sousuke Araki was lifted off the scarf covering his face...

It revealed a beard-covered face with three-dimensional features and a flushed face.

"You, what did you do to Shizuo?!"

It was Ichisuke, the Ainu hunter who was "carefully packaged" by Sosuke Araki and tied to the back seat of the motorcycle to "run away".

"Don't worry, he's still alive."

In the next second, Mochizuki Che under the tree took off his sunglasses, put them in his trouser pocket, and looked up at Takumi Fujiwara above.

"I should have guessed earlier that Araki Sousuke is not the only one who can resist the "Shenbian Ghost Poison Wine". "

Fujiwara Takumi's eyes went dark, and Mochizuki Che's figure flashed, squatting face to face with him on the same tree trunk.

"Right, from Meiji Shrine, Priest Fujiwara?"

The scarf around his neck had already flown down the mountain at some point, revealing Fujiwara Takumi's pale face...

"You and I……"

Looking at Mochizuki Che's devilish scarlet pupils, Fujiwara Takumi, who was stunned, felt like a frog being targeted by a poisonous snake...

The scattered "sixteen petals and eight-fold chrysanthemum patterns" spiral out along with the trembling calf!

"Ugh..."

Suddenly standing in the center of the storm formed by the spiritual power of the chrysanthemum pattern, Mochiueche stood proudly on the tree trunk, his face paled in an instant...

"Pfft."

Suddenly his knees softened, and he knelt down in front of Fujiwara Takumi as if he were giving a New Year's gift!

"Brother, why did you make such a big gift..."

Looking at the peerless murderer who suddenly "kneeled" in front of him, Takumi Fujiwara, who can't even beat the punks, his heart suddenly rose to his throat: "This, this could be... What is the special funeral ceremony? "

"Jie jie jie jie... Is this the legendary "divine child's trembling" that rubs the body at a high frequency one hundred times per second, reaches its peak in an instant, and spews out the divine power in the body? "

Kneeling on the tree trunk, Wangyue Che, who couldn't even raise his head, trembled like a mad tiger with his strong body, his throat rubbed against a beast-like growl: "Well done, strong enough!"

In the spiritual power of the chrysanthemum pattern, there is a sense of pure to extreme coercion.

At this moment, Wangyueche felt as if there was a god as magnificent as heaven and earth, which could not be looked at directly, looking down on his tiny self in front of him...

Not only that, but this coercion seemed to contain an innate restraint, which gradually weakened his connection with the ghost horns and ghost hands in his body.

"No, listen to my explanation, it's breaking the spiritual power itself... Wait, why can you describe in such detail a move that I don't know and doesn't exist at all?!"

Looking at the man in front of him who looked like a volcano about to erupt, Fujiwara Takumi subconsciously squirmed back along the tree trunk bit by bit...

"Hey Hey……"

Mochizuki, who had tried his best to maintain the kneeling position, obviously didn't have the time to listen to the other party's explanation, and just muttered something in his mouth.

"Because... is a high god... so everyone has to bow their heads?"

"No, obviously you knelt down by yourself! 』

The chrysanthemum grain spiritual power of the Heavenly King's Lower Realm and Hess's prestige seems to have awakened the two strands of consciousness sleeping in his body.

"The two guys in my body, that's not what they said!!!"

"The... two guys in the body? ! 』

A kind of disgust and unyielding originating from the depths of his soul suddenly erupted in his heart, making him feel his forehead and left arm were burning!
Wang Yueche seemed to have seen the bloody scene where countless evil spirits and human beings were fighting each other to the death in the battlefield where blood and corpses piled up in the mountains and rivers that stretched for thousands of miles.

"They have been fighting your 'gods' for thousands of years..."

Amidst the shouts that did not dare, the ghost lines on the surface of Wangyueche's skin squirmed and spread.

"Even if you are ashamed, you have never surrendered for a day!"

"Whoever is frustrated, who do you go to! 』”

The already well-developed muscles doubled, like thick tree roots layered on top of each other, making it look even less human...

"Is the foul-smelling aura in this divine power the descendant of Amaterasu who claims to be the royal family? Tsk, the head with the horn of my wine swallowing ghosts, can't bow down to this kind of thing..."

The crimson horns on the forehead, like dead wood in spring, swelled to a length of more than half a meter, like giant horns of a devil!
"Hmph, on this point, I agree with you... Da Jiangshan's broken arm is not for lying on the ground!"

The bandage on the left hand that was full of incantations was torn apart, revealing the ghost hand that was chapped like carbon and blackened all the way to the entire left chest!
"Uh ah ah ah ah ah!"

"I'm already anxious enough, please don't grow strange things on your own and scream so loudly!" 』

Accompanied by the roar of the raging waves, Mochizuki bit his blood-stained lips, and raised his head bit by bit against the irresistible aura beyond the level of life: "Whether it's Fujiwara or Abe, you These divinely favored ones who are born with everything..."

"Do you have any misunderstanding about 'having everything'? ! 』

"Have you ever experienced..."

With those scarlet ghost pupils, he stared affectionately at Fujiwara Takumi, who had been petrified in front of him: "The sorrow of Mochizuki who needs to do his best and sacrifice everything to stand on the same starting line as you?!"

"Don't be like those training institutions that sell anxiety, forging a starting line that doesn't exist! 』

"However, if you can step on the feet of you high-ranking guys..."

"In terms of height, you are obviously taller, okay?" 』

The originally distinct golden and purple flames on his body gradually merged together in the endless boiling and bursting...

"Give up this human body, so what's the problem?!"

"No one is forcing you to give up anything! 』

Turned into a touch, pure and deep, ashes!
"Ghosts... the power of ghosts and gods... on humans?!"

As if sensing something, the chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power in Fujiwara Takumi's body exploded like cat hair passing through static electricity, and he took the initiative to contend with the ashes on the opponent's body!
"No, this is really pure, out of vulgar interest, the power of great rivers and mountains!"

"What kind of vulgar taste did you break away from? ! 』

Surrounded by gray flames, and set off by the giant ghost hands and horns, Wang Yueche's body, which looked even more ferocious, slowly stood up from the "sixteen petals and eight layers of chrysanthemum pattern".

(End of this chapter)