"Hiccup..."

Amid the surging grievances, a red shared bicycle was crookedly driving along Showa Avenue, which was jammed with "broken down" vehicles.

"Hiccup..."

The blond man who was riding the bike, wearing a T-strap and a camera, dressed like a "perverted otaku in underwear", occasionally burped a wine burp with a blushing face.

Sitting upright in the back seat of the car, the girl wearing a witch costume and carrying a long bow was looking around with bright eyes.

The eight withered jade hooks hanging on her chest glowed with a faint gray light like breathing in the darkness.

The two of them were Sosuke Araki and Yuma Yumori, who rode into Taito District.

"Teacher Araki's strength is simply unfathomable..."

Wrinkling Qiong's nose and smelling the alcohol that Sousuke Araki exhaled, Little Bird Yumayumi didn't have time to investigate when Araki-sensei, who came with him, got drunk.

In front of her, endless resentment was pouring into the back of Sousuke Araki, who was burying his head on the bike.

Like a pair of black wings covering the sky, they stretched out from Sosuke Araki's back, ready to take off at any moment.

Such a spectacular scene, can't help but let Yumiya Yumao pursed his lips.

Having cleaned up so much grievances, Mr. Araki still doesn't change his face.

It seems that he was too cautious in his previous imagination of Mr. Araki's strength.

In the rear, the area where the resentment dissipated because of someone was about to be re-infected by the thick black.

"Don't waste the opportunity created by Mr. Araki!"

On the bicycle, Xiaoniao Yuzhengong turned around, dancing lightly with his long sleeves, and the pale jade on his chest lit up slightly.

A piece of talisman paper slowly floated out from her cuff...

"In the name of Akagi Himeomi, I will bestow the territory of the gods."

The falling talisman paper instantly turned into a scarlet torii made of spiritual power, isolating the resentment that was surging around.

On the plaques above the torii gates, the words "Akagi" are written, which is exactly the same as the torii at the entrance of the Akagi Shrine.

Behind the bicycle, on the road the two of them passed, every nearly 100 meters, there was a small torii gate, which formed a magnificent and beautiful passage in layers and ups and downs.

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It is different from the "Hell Apartment" event, when the torii is barely summoned by the withered gouyu body.

At this moment, the little bird Yumayumi who summoned dozens of torii gates without changing her face and endlessly, proved with her actions that her practice has never been slack for a day.

"Little bird that can't fly", unknowingly, has hovered happily above the blue sky.

Around the passages made of vermilion torii gates in series, the street lights flickered, and the fire of the former city was gradually restored.

The bicycle, which was walking on the motorway like a needle in a hole, was like a holy sword piercing the darkness, and it slowly opened up a path to the light.

People who were lost in grievances and gradually fell into madness, attracted by the light on that road, gathered here with the last instinct.

In their eyes, although the magnificent torii gates could not be seen, this passage full of warm rays of light and no darkness gathered, for them, represented the hope of life.

However, this passage not only guides the living who yearn for the light, but also attracts the dead who hate the light.

"Teacher Araki, be careful..."

Seemingly aware of something, Little Bird Yumayumi looked back and raised his hands vigilantly, revealing several talismans between his fingers.

Amidst the surging resentment ahead, there seemed to be countless footsteps and murmurs approaching here.

"Don't worry, although the road conditions are not very good... Hiccup... Since the revocation of my driver's license, my recent bicycle technology has improved by leaps and bounds..."

Sousuke Araki, who was flushed and looked like he was drunk, was still talking nonsense with a big tongue.

"Riding this night road is nothing at all... Hiccup... If you weren't in the car, I'd show you a 'Bike Flying Tornado 360-degree flag raising'!"

"Sure enough, it's Chi Manqi!"

Just when Yuma Yumako exclaimed in a low voice, a human head with long hair fluttered faintly above the resentment that was constantly flowing towards Sousuke Araki.

Facing the two people below, the head opened its **** mouth extremely fast, and bit down fiercely in the air.

"In the name of Akagi Himeomi..."

It seemed that he had already sensed the ghost, and Xiaoniao Yuzhengong reacted very quickly, holding the talisman paper full of spiritual power in his hand, and he was about to hit the head with a ruthless punch.

Chimanqi, also known as Feitouman, is a kind of ghost whose head can be separated from the body and fly freely.

According to the records of Akagi Shrine, just destroying Chimanqi's head cannot completely eliminate it, and its body must be found.

However, her "Spirit Removal Wing Chun" hasn't had time to swing...

On the back of Sousuke Araki, who was burying his head on the bike in front, suddenly like a roc spreading his wings, two huge black arms shining with lava scriptures and sinews were stretched out from left to right.

The black arm, which was several meters long, was slowly extending as the grievances poured into it, and continued to grow. At a speed that surpassed human reaction, the **** and thumb were closed, and the fingers flicked like a flower...

In mid-air, he was hit by the **** that had an afterimage and was thicker than an ordinary person's thigh like a booger.

"It's not over yet."

Although his scalp was numb from the scene in front of him, Little Bird Yumayumi did not relax his vigilance, but kept looking around with inspiration.

"You must find Chimanqi's body in order to..."

Before she finished speaking, her inspiration had already found the target.

That red and strange headless body was sitting on the driver's seat of a car not far away, his hands clasped together, turning into white light...

"Wait... above..."

Little Bird Yumayumi put away the talisman paper in his hand~lightnovelpub.net~ and frowned again and looked above his head.

With the withered jade on the chest and the blessing of the witch costume, her inspiration range is far beyond that of ordinary spirit slayers. Even in this terrifying resentment, she can sense a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Wraith? This number..."

In the mid-air in the distance, a torrent composed of countless gray-white resentful spirits instantly entered the range of her inspiration, swept over the densely packed stream of abandoned traffic, and attacked the position of the two with precision like an intercontinental missile.

In addition to the resentful spirits, many terrifying beings of various shapes also slowly appeared in that torrent.

"No, not only resentful spirits... but also ghosts..."

It was the ghosts who had just spewed out from the gate of **** and broke through the Buddha's light around the apartment in front of Tibet, and were attracted by the lights and vitality behind the two.

The Japanese translation of "ghost" is "おに", which is a transformation from "おぬ", which means "invisible", and refers to a mysterious form that cannot be seen by the human eye.

In Shintoism's concept of "all things have spirits", there is no strict division between spirits, ghosts, demons, and gods, and there are even many ghosts and gods who are transformed from the resentful spirits of deceased people. .

Red ghosts, blue ghosts, black ghosts with huge sticks, horns on their heads, and big mouths...

The "hanged ghost" who drags the floor with his tongue and urges people to hang himself...

The "goldfish ghost" of the fishtail person...

The "ghost fire" burning with a cold white light...

Huge barren skeleton...

The "boat ghost" who was wet and died in a shipwreck...

As the distance got closer, in the torrent in the air, countless silhouettes of ghosts that had never been seen or heard of before emerged more and more clearly in the inspiration of Yuma Yumiya.

Feeling the majestic pressure from the top of her head, she frowned slightly, and subconsciously clenched the demon bow on her back and cried.