I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

As if infected by the noise below, pieces of white things began to float down from the sky covered by dark clouds or thick smoke.

"Puff."

Covered by the fine white matter, the fire on the building that originated from the sun wheel of the long knife was also extinguished.

"Be careful."

Abeji waved several sword lights vigilantly, cutting off all the white things falling from the two heads...

It was actually a piece of finely crushed petals with powder in white.

"This is Sakura?"

When it touched the blade, the petals melted into a fiery flame.

A deep and shallow desire dripped into Abeji's heart.

"This petal is also transformed by lust, it is very dangerous!"

In Yoshiwara Yuko, where the sea of ​​fire is continuous, a strange rain of cherry blossoms rains down like colorful snow and mist like smoke.

As the cherry blossoms rained down, all the earthbound spirits touched by the petals in the streets and alleys would burst into flames, causing them to wail even more tragically.

"Help...it's hot..."

"It's hot...don't step on me..."

It was as if the charcoal that was burning quietly was suddenly doused with alcohol.

"This hidden place seems to be getting more and more unstable..."

"Don't care so much, find the gate first!"

The moment the two of them stepped out of the alley and were about to take advantage of the chaos to sprint towards the gate of Yoshihara, the "stream of people" running for their lives on the street stopped abruptly...

"Wait, you...why don't you have fire on your body..."

"Why, we are going to die in the fire?"

"We were burned to death early tomorrow, why are we still suffering in the fire?!"

"These hypocritical, pleasure-seeking people, where were you when Yoshiwara caught fire?!"

As the hideous earth binding spirits slowly turned their heads, countless venomous gazes all focused on the only "living person" on Yoshihara Flower Street at this moment.

"Burn! Burn them to death..."

"Stay... stay with us..."

"It's so painful...so lonely...so dry..."

Inside the shop, the black arms of those "black-toothed girls" suddenly became extremely slender, protruding densely towards the two of them from between the blood-stained wooden grilles...

On the flower street, densely packed, earthbound spirits that flickered like burning charcoal, with cruel and treacherous smiles, surrounded the two of them like a tide.

"Amitabha, everything in the world has its definite number..."

Kato Junko didn't move, and the pink Buddhist bell spread out, enveloping the two of them.

"Today, this catastrophe must be due to my Buddha's mercy. I can't bear to see these poor people continue to suffer here..."

"Buzz... buzz..."

Amidst the rain of cherry blossoms falling to the ground above the head, as well as the arms and figures attacking from all around, the melodious and simple sound of the bell was played.

"Then it's up to me to take everyone to the sixth heaven in the world of desire and climb the peak of bliss forever!"

A touch of pink Buddha light spreads in all directions centered on the Buddha bell...

Rejoice in the Buddhadharma·The Realm of No Desire·Expand!

The earth-bound spirit tainted by this pink Buddha's light, the desire hidden in the memory gushes out, and the fire around him becomes stronger and stronger!

"Uh...there...you can't..."

"Hee hee... the sword in this lord's left hand... is so short..."

As the scorched black and cracked death scene gradually faded, a group of men and women fought fiercely with selflessness on the flower street and in the flames...

"Abe-kun, there are too many of these earth-bound spirits, and the influence of my "Land of No Desire" will decrease accordingly... I just ask you to send them off for the last time. "

Looking at the dense black figures outside the long street and among the buildings, still pouring out endlessly, Kato Junko simply put his hands together, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes to recite the Buddhist scriptures.

"Desire is the desire for sex. The four heavenly kings desire physical contact, Taoli desire the wind, Yema desire to hold, Tushita desire to hold hands, Hua Le desire to laugh at each other, and others to transform Dan as desire. also……"

During the heyday of Yoshiwara Yukaku, there were more than 8,000 permanent residents, not counting pleasure-seeking guests.

Among the more than ten fires, the cumulative death toll has reached an extremely terrifying number.

"Needless to say..."

Standing quietly inside the Buddhist bell, Abeji crossed his hands in his sleeves, and his eyes were extremely peaceful.

"It seems that it will be a protracted battle."

Outside the Buddha bell, the sun and moon swords danced in the wind.

Ice and fire intertwined, the light of the knife, which is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, takes away like mowing grass

In the pink Buddha light, the intertwined spiritual bodies were swept by the knife light that was intertwined with ice and fire and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye...

Heads with happy expressions soared into the sky like mowing grass.

Above the Buddhist clock, among the fluttering cherry blossom petals, snowflakes began to intersperse.

"Those nights when I played the lovers' game, the answer of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" was the gasping answer..."

The fireworks are lingering, the cherry blossoms are falling, the Buddhist scriptures are recited, and the Japanese songs are endless...

"Tonight, Yoshihara, the fire is burning. You know it's a false love, but you still want to hug me?"

Amidst the reverberation of Buddhist scriptures and the sound of swords, the erotic reunion and the rest of the dead are performed simultaneously in Yoshiwara Flower Street, revealing its true and cruel appearance hidden under the wind, flowers, snow and moon.

...

"Yoshihara Gate" crossroads, one hundred meters ahead.

Several men in suits were following behind a group of agents with live ammunition and special operations uniforms, and vigilantly formed a "long snake array" along the side of the road.

Not far behind the two teams of people in different costumes was a wooden arch about ten meters wide.

At this moment, the wooden archway crackled in the raging fire, but there was no sign of damage.

On the wooden sign above the arch, the words "Yoshihara Yanshang" are impressively written.

Around the gate, the place that should have been the road and buildings was empty, only the gray fog that was so gray that it was impossible to see.

"Stay vigilant, don't fire first, pay attention to the distance!"

"Weaken it with the latest version of "Hundred Stir-Fried, Hundred-Dried, Ninety-Nine Flavors of Exorcism Salt"! "

Countless fine grains of salt, as the men skillfully swung their elbows and hips, flew under the night like snow.

In the middle of the command was a serious-looking middle-aged Mediterranean man with glasses in a suit and leather shoes.

Not far in front of them, a willow tree more than three meters high was standing there quietly.

This huge willow tree is "luxuriantly branched and leafy", with countless thick willow branches flying in the wind flexibly like tentacles.

Looking carefully, the countless willow branches about ten meters long are actually woven from strands of black hair.

And on the hair bundles, like Japanese dumplings, there are heads that are scorched like carbon, splashed with flames, and with distorted smiles!

"No, even if there is no drop, don't want me to leave Yoshihara!"

"Help me up, I can still do..."

"Don't drive me away... I can still save you..."

Contaminated by the fine powdery exorcism salt, these human heads and willow branches were corroded with strands of resentment, and they let out an angry and unwilling roar.