I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Sorry, I just went through a hellish interview not long ago..."

"boom."

Under the ruthless hands that seemed to have devoured hundreds of millions of lives, they were "face-to-face critical blows" from their companions. The masks on the faces of the two men were instantly torn apart, revealing their faces with rolled eyes and twitching corners of their mouths.

"And now, the practice test with high hopes seems to have to be canceled because of some guys, so it's inevitable that it's not important to start..."

After all this was done, the man hanging upside down showed his strong waist and abdomen strength, rolled up his body effortlessly, and sat back on top of the tree trunk.

"Four more, Ryoma, close the net, pick up customers..."

"Tsk tsk, Zongjie, you are too cruel, this mask was smashed by you..."

A man also wearing a black robe sneakily appeared from the nearby bushes, dragged away the unconscious black robe men one by one, and began to provide free "rope art service" with skillful techniques .

Under a tree behind him, there were already six or seven naked men tied together by various fancy rope techniques lying in a haphazard manner.

These two people were Araki Sousuke and Erzen Ryoma who rescued Ichigo not long ago.

"It should be safe here, thanks for your hard work, Miko Madokawa, Priest Yamaguchi, please go to the entrance with us."

Behind the comfort monument not far away, Ichigo and two staff members appeared.

After he, Araki Sousuke, and Niqian Ryoma met, the three of them searched all the way, and immediately found the group of Hegang Hachimangu who was the closest and had not met the "Assassin".

Taking advantage of their tricks, several people used the young and beautiful Madokawa Miko to carry out "fishing and law enforcement", and successfully solved the cult lurking nearby.

"One team leader's words are serious. We are just standing here. It is your two colleagues who took the risk and fought with those thugs with their lives..."

"A colleague?"

Hearing this word, Ichijo looked playfully at the man sitting on the tree trunk not far away.

"...There is one of them, but he is today's test taker just like you."

"What, examinee?"

Hearing his words, Miko Madokawa from Hegang Hachimangu Shrine covered her mouth and exclaimed, as if she couldn't imagine which family of spirit eliminators could take down so many thugs with bare hands.

"That's right, maybe he is the least spirit-killer I've ever seen."

Looking at a spark that was slowly lighting up and flickering in the canopy of trees not far away, Yiyi Wu showed a thoughtful expression.

"Zongsuke, come down quickly, we have to move on..."

"Oh, after smoking this one, come down immediately."

The "tied up" Ryoma came out of the bushes and greeted the tree.

"boom……"

Then, with a spot of light in the bush above his head as the center, a large leaf burst into flames instantly, illuminating the originally dark ruins of the execution ground.

"Bastard! Who made you sit on the Australian eucalyptus and smoke, and want to burn the entire execution ground?"

Looking at the person on the tree trunk who had taken off his black robe and was frantically beating the flames, Erqian Ryoma under the tree cursed.

...

By the time Araki Sousuke, Nizen Ryoma and his party arrived in front of the gate of the Suzumori Execution Ground, a group of people had already gathered there.

"Everyone is alright..."

In addition to Master Xiaoyue, the two clients, the gypsy mother-in-law and the Japanese Indian ascetic monk, several other staff members of the association and agents from Section 9 gathered here.

"Team leader, a group of people have been sent to drive Little Master Qingshui to the hospital. When they reach the area with a signal, they will immediately contact the headquarters to come to support..."

"That's good, wait... These guys, did you bring them down? It's a bit ruthless..."

After heaving a sigh of relief, Ichijo realized that several men in black robes with deformed faces, as if they had been hit by a truck, were being handcuffed to the guardrail by the side of the road unconsciously.

"Who told these lunatics to suddenly appear and hack at them without saying a word..."

An agent shook his head with a complicated expression on his face.

"Before we had time to react, this master Ajarye Singh had already waved his alloy folding stool... No, it was a 'magic wand' and turned them over."

"I am over-flattered……"

Seeing Satoru looked over in surprise, the ascetic monk named Ajarye saluted him humbly.

"The old man has not awakened his inspiration all these years, it is precisely because of this 'Kararipayat' that he roams the streets without a single defeat."

Kararipayat is a kind of ancient Indian martial arts. It originated from a part of the "Yaju Veda" in the most fundamental classic Veda of ancient Indian Brahmanism. Skilled people can skillfully use various weapons to fight.

That's right, when those crazy and ruthless "Suang Star Dark Assassins" with cold weapons were rushing towards everyone under the watchful eyes of everyone, they were caught by this man who seemed to be of pure Japanese blood but somehow had an Indian The ascetic monk with the name, holding the alloy props that look like magic wands but are actually "Folding Levitation Folding Chairs", violently smashed them to the ground one by one.

Detective from Section 9, who just had time to put his hand on the butt of his gun...

"Hiss... count the number of people..."

A Satoru sat straddling the side of the road, letting another detective treat the wound on his arm with the tools in the emergency medical kit.

"After counting, everyone is here except Vice President Tokita and the examinee Niya who is in charge of him."

After a brief count of the number of people, an agent came forward to report.

Except for the group of four from Sensoji Temple who drove to the hospital, the rest of the staff and candidates had already gathered at the gate.

"A team leader, before the mobile phone signal was cut off, Vice President Chang Tian was talking to me on the phone..."

Host Xiaoyue twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand anxiously, his chubby face was covered with fine sweat.

"At that time, he seemed to have encountered the resentful spirit of Maruhashi Tadaya who had been suppressed for hundreds of years under the ruins of the execution ground. Moreover, the comfort formation in the execution ground has also been damaged. I am afraid that there are more than just cults inside."

"So, are those two people entangled and trapped inside by resentful spirits?"

Covering his bandaged arm with a coat, Ichijo opened the trunk and began to stuff magazines and weapons into the tactical belt: "Two previous masters, you and I will go in and find them..."

"The other three guarded the door, protected the client and the examinee in the bus, and waited for the support from the headquarters."

At this moment, there are only five agents from Section 9 at the gate of the ruins, including Satoshi.

Out of careful consideration, Ichijo Satoru could only draw the second Ryoma with the best marksmanship to enter with him.

"Hey, if you want to go in and save someone, let me help."

Just as the two packed up their equipment and were about to set off, Sousuke Araki, whose hair was blackened by smoke, followed behind them.

"But, Araki-kun, you have no obligation..."

Seeing the proposal of the blond man in front of him, Satoru was a little moved.

Leaving aside the identity of the other party's "quasi-spirit remover", just the ghostly skill in the dark before is enough to impress people.

"Are you kidding me? The Galaxy Alliance and I teach those guys, but there are endless accounts. Besides, didn't the fat host say that there was a resentful spirit inside..."

Araki Sousuke smiled slightly, put his hands together, and rubbed his knuckles together to make a "click, click" sound.

"I'm counting on this, and I've come back" in this practice test!"