I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"You cults who keep claiming to be masters, what else do you do besides threatening people's lives?!"

Blocking the entrance of the main hall, watching the innocent people being hoisted in the hall, Araki Sousuke clenched his hands tightly, his body trembling slightly with anger.

"Pfft...hahahaha... whoever made the eminent monk Araki and my Truth Society an enemy, and repeatedly ruined the president's major event, is now the 'popular man' that everyone in our society wants to be the first to invite back as a guest!"

As if hearing something funny, "Number Seven" held his belly and laughed coquettishly.

"I am a weak girl, if I can threaten your Excellency with their lives, it will be their greatest honor!"

"A guest? In that case, let these people go, and I can go with you now."

Araki Sousuke bit his lower lip tightly, his neck and face flushed for some reason.

"There's no need to be in a hurry, wait for my companions to come over, and I will naturally invite you to come with us."

Seeing his appearance of throwing rats, "No. 7" only felt that he had a chance to win, and spoke more vigorously.

"After all, as the designated living sacrifice for the next large-scale 'sacrifice', if you escape midway, we will have a hard time explaining..."

"Named living sacrifice... Hehe, so my life is so valuable now?"

Listening to the other party's words, it seems that he recalled some unpleasant memories, Araki Sousuke smiled angrily: "Didn't I say to chat with you, then let's chat... Kazuo Amado, cut his kidneys with his gang from the Bliss Society Yes, it's also yours, right?"

"Looking at the cooperation of the eminent monk Araki, I naturally know everything I can say. To us, an existence like the Bliss Society is not a 'human' at all, but just one of the many ants who provide us with sacrifices." That's all..."

Before he could finish speaking, Number Seven turned slightly to the side and put his hands on his ears: "...Okay, everything is under control. Hurry up and don't make any troubles."

"Ants..."

Reflecting on the other party's affirmative answer, Araki Sousuke's eyes flashed white flames, but he endured it because of the people hanging in front of him.

Perhaps feeling the murderous intent, "Number 7" immediately looked at Sousuke Araki vigilantly: "Eminent monk Araki, please be calm and don't act rashly, although there is one more spirit destroyer with you than in the information , but my playful companions should solve them soon..."

She had just received the communication. Due to the change in the situation, the few people who squatted down decided to follow the "principle of proximity" and attack Araki Sousuke's two companions first.

"Abeji... Kato Junko..."

Hearing the other party's words, Araki Sousuke clamped his buttocks tightly in worry, thinking of the two missing at the gate of the shrine.

...

The white mist was so thick that it was impossible to see, forming a world that seemed to be boundless.

"What's going on, this street in the fog, no matter how you run, you can't finish it..."

The figure as vigorous as a leopard is in the mist, leaning over and rushing in a very low posture.

"Puff."

A thing as white as snow and narrow and long like a snake swept silently from the white mist towards the figure's feet.

Although the visual distance was less than two meters in this weird dense fog, the man suddenly stopped and flipped backwards as if inductively, changing the direction of his advance.

"not good."

Seeing that it was about to fly into the sky, the "white snake" spiraled up at a strange angle unexpectedly, and waited at the man's footsteps with ease...

"Snapped."

Faced with this strange change, the man tried to dodge again by relying on his strong core strength in mid-air, but was wrapped around his ankle by the "white snake" that sprang out from below, and was dragged down to the ground forcefully.

The person who "falls flat" on the ground is a handsome young man in a kimono with a ponytail and two swords on his waist.

Exemption level [2] Exorcist, Tachibana Piaoxue, Abeji Temple.

"This is... a white cloth?!"

Abeji turned his head to look at his ankle, and found that it was a bunch of seemingly ordinary white cloth wrapped around his calf and spreading towards his thigh, which seemed to turn him into a "mummy".

However, this white cloth, which is as flexible as a snake, strong and tough, naturally cannot be an ordinary thing.

"Zheng."

Abeji pulled out the long knife at his waist, and with a blazing light, he precisely chopped off the white cloth at his feet.

"Puff... puff... puff... puff..."

The moment he stood up and stood up, several more air-breaking sounds came from the fog.

In this white mist where he could not see anything, Abeji moved his ears slightly, and decisively pulled out another short knife from his waist, dancing his hands into afterimages, protecting his whole body with the sharp light of the knife.

The white cloth that kept coming from all directions turned into dross under the light of his water-tight round knife.

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"This little brother, such a long and fast sword..."

In the white mist, a figure in a black robe slowly walked out of the mist.

"Your 'Golden Jade' must also be very big, right?"

Appearing in front of Abeji Temple was a seductive woman in a black robe and a mask on the side.

Looking at Abe Temple, she licked the corner of her mouth with a smirk, and her handsome face was reflected in a pair of winking eyes: "Is he good-looking?"

"Whether it's a ghost or a cult, there is only one end in front of me..."

Under the surprised eyes of the woman, Abe Temple stepped forward expressionlessly, and mercilessly swung his sword at the beauty in front of him...

"die."

With this familiar attire and the ability to freely enter and exit in the fog, it is absolutely impossible for the other party to be some kind of "passing ordinary people".

Moreover, the moment he saw this woman's glamorous face clearly, the spiritual power in his body spontaneously protected his body and began to pass away at an imperceptible speed.

This is obviously a sign of some kind of curse.

"Be careful... stepping with the right foot and slashing with the left hand."

The moment Abeji had just moved, another woman's cold voice came from another direction, pointing out his unfinished movement.

"Who... More than one of these cults came?!"

Before he had time to think about it, the few pieces of rags that had fallen at Abeji's feet suddenly became longer and entangled his wrist, making it impossible for the deadly sword to be completely cut out.

At the same time, another piece of white cloth wrapped around the slender waist of the woman under the knife, and pulled her back...

"ah!"

The ruthless sword light brushed past the woman's face, raising black hair several times, turning her slanted bangs into straight bangs...

On the other side, Abeji also reacted very quickly, holding Wakizawa's other hand, he slashed at the white cloth on his wrist without hesitation.

"Right hand, cut sideways."

However, the moment he swung the sword, the emotionless female voice in the white mist interrupted his movements again.

"puff."

At the same time, another piece of white cloth also came out of the fog, and took a step ahead to firmly grab his wrist.

Both hands were restrained by the white cloth at the same time, and Abeji stepped on the ground with his left foot, trying to use his strength to turn around and use "Moon Return" to cut off these annoying white cloths.

"Push the ground with your left foot, turn your body to the right, and cut horizontally with both hands."

But the female voice hidden in the mist kept "prophesying" his actions.

"Plop."

A piece of white cloth wrapped around his left ankle one step ahead, and Abe Temple failed to borrow strength and fell to the ground again.

"Swoosh...swoosh...swoosh..."

Several white cloths came from the fog, wrapping his whole body like a cicada chrysalis, tightening it tighter and tighter...