I Raised a God in Tokyo

In the next moment, the misty black shadow slowly dissipated.

reveal the true face underneath.

It was a warrior.

Without exception, they are all muscular, wearing bamboo armor shells and festering black hats, with their faces hidden deep in the black hats.

With a dead breath on his body, he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of the underworld.

Hanekawa Yeye's pupils shrank rapidly.

This attire is a typical Heian period samurai attire.

Heian period

It has a history of thousands of years!

What's happening here?

The ghost of a warrior from thousands of years ago?

Could it be that he came here to pay homage to the shrine because he admired the prestige of Priest Shiraki?

Thinking of this, although Yu Chuanyeye was a little timid, she still had the courage to ask cautiously.

"Well, may I ask—"

The samurai ignored Hanekawa Yeye's words.

For a moment, they stretched out their hands together as if they had received an order, and their broad palms stretched towards their waists.

In the shrine, there was a neat sound of drawing swords.

A pair of ancient long knives with bright handles escaped the corrosion of time, and they were unsheathed one after another.

Waiting for Hanekawa to finish speaking every night.

The ghost at the front suddenly took a step forward, and the long knife made a fierce sound of cutting through the air, and slashed toward Hanekawa Yeye.

The sharp light of the knife flashed past.

Hanekawa was stunned every night.

Only a small half of the charm that she had held on her fingertips remained.

The other half has already floated to the ground.

Her eyelids twitched wildly.

Looking at the black hats of the ghost warriors under him, deep fear rose in his heart.

Doesn't it mean that there are no powerful spirit ghosts in Tokyo anymore?

What the hell are these!

It's too scary!

If it wasn't for the fact that I was flying fast and turned into two pieces, it might be more than just a spell

Wait, fly?

Only then did Hanekawa Yeye realize it.

Myself, why are you in the air?

She raised her head and looked at Jiuzhong Rena who was hugging herself by the waist and leaping over the heads of all the warriors.

I was very surprised.

How is this going?

Rena-chan, how can you fly?

"Rena-chan, you"

Before she could finish speaking, the figures of the two of them had already begun to fall rapidly.

Kunou Rena embraced Yu Chuan Yeye, groaned, and landed in front of the worship hall.

Amidst the dust, Kunou Rena raised her head, her eyes nervously staring at the warrior ghosts in front of her.

The monster's intuition told her that these ghosts were very powerful.

She put Yu Chuanyeye on the ground and asked.

"Yeyechan, are you alright?"

"Yeah..." Hanekawa Yeye looked at Kunou Rena who suddenly grew two sharp ears on her head, and nodded stupidly.

"That's great." Jiuzhong Rena breathed a sigh of relief, and then instructed.

"Listen to me, Yeyechan, I will stop them later, take advantage of this time, please hurry up and run away with Luojiang"

"But—" Yu Chuan was taken aback every night.

"Please hurry up, I can't stop them for too long." Jiuzhong Rena said softly.

"I understand."

Hanekawa gritted his teeth every night, and ran away without hesitation before the dust dispersed.

Knowing that staying here would only cause trouble for Rena Jiuzhong.

At such a time, Priest Baimu is not there!

that can help

Only the gods!

Go find the gods of Amaji Shrine!

Although the ghosts couldn't understand human language, Hanekawa's intention to escape could still be judged every night.

The next moment, several warrior ghosts came out, trying to chase after Yu Chuan every night.

Of course, Kunou Rena would not allow such a thing.

Just relying on the strength of his feet, he appeared in front of those ghosts and blocked their way.

The eyes are round, but they stare at the eyes of the warriors hidden under the black hats without giving in.

Several ghosts glanced at each other quickly, as if they had reached some kind of consensus.

In the next moment, they all took up the long knives in their hands, and slashed at Kunou Rena frantically but tacitly.

The hand speed is extremely fast, which can be called a model of fast attack.

However, this kind of speed can barely cope with Jiuzhong Rena's current eyesight and reaction speed.

The chaotic shadows of the sabers would pass by Kunou Rena every time with only a slight difference.

Terrifying.

It's a pity that she doesn't know any offensive moves, so she can only dodge non-stop.

"Ooooooooooo!"

Behind the torii gate, suddenly stood a black giant wolf that was about to surpass the main hall.

Roaring towards the hall of worship.

Even though she was concentrating on avoiding, Kunou Rena had to be distracted and shouted: "Xiao Taro, don't come here!"

After getting along for so long, Kunou Rena and Kotaro are very familiar with each other.

Of course he knew Kotaro's identity as a monster.

But at the same time, she also noticed it.

Kotaro is not strong.

Even the weakest of these ghosts is probably much stronger than Kotaro

Although he heard Kunou Rena's shout, the giant wolf still didn't care and rushed towards the shrine.

And the moment Kotaro appeared.

In the depths of the samurai ghosts, a thin man with a bamboo armor and a bun opened his eyes expressionlessly.

It disappeared immediately.

In the next second, amidst the loud noise caused by Kotaro groaning in pain and falling to the ground.

The man with the bun was dragging a knife, and appeared on top of its head with a blank expression.

The old clogs creaked on Kotaro's forehead.

In his hand, he wielded a broad and thick beheading knife, as if it was as heavy as a thousand weights, and it was about to cut off Xiaotaro's neck as he swung it.

"Don't!" Jiuzhong Rena subconsciously stopped.

The man with the bun was taken aback.

Slowly raising his head, his unfocused eyes looked at Kunou Rena strangely.

He starts.

The beheading sword did not aim at Kotaro again.

Instead, from a distance of tens of meters, he waved towards Kunou Rena.

Kunou Rena's almond eyes widened.

Before she could react and dodge, the knife had already arrived.

Shout out.

There was a piercing sound of cloth being torn.

The crimson hakama under him was cut off a large part.

The long furry tail was exposed from it.

Seeing this tail, the man with the bun suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing crazily.

He immediately held the handle of the knife with both hands and swung it with all his strength.

The huge beheading sword is like a beast, constantly roaring to split the air.