I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

It was too late to say it, and it was only a few seconds from the time when Abe Temple swung the knife until he was wrapped around his whole body by this huge pile of white cloth.

"How could it be... I am the most beautiful person in the world, and both men and women will fall in love with me!"

At this moment, the woman not far in front of him recovered from the "haircut" situation.

"You smelly men, don't you all like beautiful women?"

Staring at Abe Temple who was struggling in the white cloth, she caressed the newly cut bangs on her forehead in disbelief, her pretty face was full of distortion and hatred.

"Why, facing my peerless face, you are not as weak and unable to walk as everyone else..."

As the No. 8 official member of the Aum Shinrikai, one of the "divine powers" she controls is the "Power of Kawahime".

"Could it be that you are not moved at all?!"

Kawahime is a beautiful banshee in the legend of Chikage County, Fukuoka Prefecture.

Anyone who is amazed and moved by Chuan Ji's appearance will be instantly absorbed and turned into a human being.

Only those who are vigilant in advance and don't look at Chuan Ji's face can escape their lives.

"I see, you must be abnormal... Do you have any strange hobbies, or are you born with a dysfunction?!"

"Number eight, calm down! The spirit remover has spiritual power to protect the body, so it is naturally different from ordinary people..."

Just as "No. 8" was chattering and questioning Abe Temple, another woman's voice of persuasion came from the white mist.

"Also, his spiritual power is declining...Although the speed is very slow, it at least means that he has a basic recognition of your appearance, right?"

"Basic recognition...who wants that pity thing?!"

As if he had suffered a huge insult, "Number Eight" stared at Abe Temple with resentment, and stretched out his white greasy hand to him: "Don't rush to kill him! As punishment for contemptuous of my appearance... I will severely punish his The gold and jade were picked off and crushed into a pile of mud!!!”

"Stand back...he's going to get serious..."

As soon as the other woman's voice fell, a large flame burst out from the sun wheel of the long knife, burning all the tough white cloth on Abeji's body to ashes.

Two-day first-rate · Flame Slash.

Taking advantage of the gap in the movement recovery, Abeji, who turned into a fire man, danced Wakisashi Tsukiyo towards the nearby "Number 8"...

"Whoosh."

A bundle of white cloth was quickly wrapped around the slender waist of "No. 8", pulling her into the white mist with foresight.

"Tsk, the offal of Aum Shinrikyo."

Pieces of hoarfrost centered on Abe Temple, covering the ground with a radius of five meters, but failed to leave the figure of "Number Eight".

Fine snowflakes began to slowly fall in the white mist, and then turned into white gas in the flames around Abe Temple.

Second-class first-class snow.

"Not only can I manipulate this annoying rag, but I can also see through my thoughts in advance..."

Flames were burning on his body, and Abeji held a knife in both hands on guard, sensing the connection between the snowflakes and himself, trying to find the enemy's figure in the white mist.

"Why does this mist, which can disorient even the spirit removers, have no effect on them?"

Compared with the woman who could let spiritual power flow away, the enemy who was hidden in the mist and manipulated the white cloth from beginning to end, as if able to read his thoughts, made him feel more troublesome.

From the first second of the fight, the thoughts in the mind were placed in front of the people as if they were stripped naked, and were ruthlessly smashed by the opponent hidden in the fog. This was the first time that such a hand-to-hand duel experience had been restrained.

"You are right, I can indeed see through your thoughts..."

The woman's cold voice sounded again in the white mist.

"For some reason, this 'mirage' cannot obstruct our sight."

Before she finished speaking, without any warning, the overwhelming cloth entangled into a torrent like a train, and ruthlessly pressed down on Abe Temple.

"Oops, she's deliberately talking to distract me!"

Looking at the unavoidable and endless white cloth in front of him, Abeji was about to burst into tears, and the two knives in his hands turned into afterimages, bringing out dozens of knives in an instant.

Relying on the white mist to hide his figure, and the magic to read people's hearts, and to manipulate this strange white cloth, the opponent can be said to have the right time, place, and harmony.

However, the other party didn't take it too seriously. Instead, he deliberately manipulated only a small amount of white cloth at the beginning to paralyze himself...

Even if he was intentionally entangled by the white cloth, he did not lead this person out.

Up to now, before giving a thunderous blow, he deliberately distracted himself with words.

The opponent's mind was terrifyingly deep and delicate.

"There is no need to struggle anymore, I know... the flame on your long knife cannot last long."

"Boom."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, Abe Temple waved the sun and moon swords with a large amount of icy flames in his hands, and fell to the ground powerlessly.

"Don't worry, soon, your companions will go down to accompany you..."

"asshole……"

In the next second, the figure of Abe Temple was completely submerged by the seemingly endless torrent formed by the cloth.

...

"Bang... bang... bang..."

The dull slapping sound resounded in the thick white mist, accompanied by the faintly flickering pink light.

A gorgeous pink Buddha bell is standing in the mist.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful nun with profound Dharma in the Spirit Eliminator's Association. It really opened my eyes..."

Outside the white mist, a vicissitudes old female voice said so.

"Amitabha, the donor was born as a human being, why bother to let the evil spirits rely on him..."

Even though the opponent's position was judged by the sound, Kato Junko could only narrow her pretty eyes, make a one-handed Buddha ceremony, and stand in place maintaining the Buddhist bell outside her body.

"However, I have never had the opportunity to experience this tentacle hell."

Because, countless pale and transparent slender arms protruded from the ground and surroundings like jellyfish, slapping the Buddha bell on her body fiercely.

Looking carefully, Kato Junko's left hand hanging on one side has completely turned into black, and from time to time, traces of black air are forced out by the pink Buddha light and rise up.

These arms are not only numerous, ghostly fast, and tricky angles, but also have a certain kind of toxicity.

Before she was in the fog, she was scratched for a while without noticing, and her left hand was eroded into her body by poisonous gas, and she lost consciousness.

"Evil spirits?! Hmph, are all those who are different from your way evil spirits?"

As if irritated by her words, those slender arms slapped the Buddha bell more violently.

"There are eight million gods in the world, whoever can give me a longer lifespan and stronger power, I will trust whoever..."

Soon, like an egg shell covered by flies, Kato Junko's Buddhist clock was covered by translucent palms, and her beautiful figure could no longer be seen.

"In the old days, I was as devout as you are to Buddha. I worshiped Buddhist altars at home, chanted scriptures and chanted Buddha every day for decades, and I never dared to slack off for a single day."

"However, when my husband, children, grandson, and granddaughter were tortured, killed, dismembered, and left me... Where is the Buddha?"

"When that perverted murderer was sentenced to life imprisonment because of the so-called 'mental illness', and was at ease in a mental hospital...where is the Buddha?!"

"I just hate that I didn't meet the 'True God' earlier so that I could save my family and kill that scum..."

Amidst the old and desolate narration, a man in a black robe wrapped in a long robe, with a mask on his face, and a hunched figure slowly appeared in Kato Junko's sight from the white mist.