"I'm here, what are you thinking..."

Staring blankly at the massive amount of ghosts in the inspiration, Little Bird Yumayumi suddenly lowered his bow-holding hand, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Because, in front of her, Araki-sensei's broad back extended out, those two huge arms that were more terrifying than ghosts, so reassuring.

After Chimanqi "bounced away", the pair of arms that were burning with scriptures did not mean to "close their hands" at all.

Instead, he was eager to move behind Sosuke Araki, posing with all kinds of powerful poses, as if he was showing a muscular bodybuilder to the judges.

It seems that this resentful and ghostly environment makes "it" full of energy and excitement.

"…coming."

Seeing that the torrent composed of densely packed ghosts was getting closer and closer, the pair of giant arms slammed their hands together, and their broad palms slapped together fiercely.

Under the clasped palms that seemed to be powerful, but actually silent, the lava-like runes on the arms turned into black flames and spread out in circles around them.

The nearest bird, Yumayumi, seemed to hear a "hum" in his ears.

There seemed to be thousands of chanting sounds in her ears at the same time, and then they returned to one sound and then dissipated.

"This is... Sanskrit?"

In her mind, for some reason, a strange picture appeared...

In the boundless darkness, surrounded by grievances, Sosuke Araki, who was not wearing any strands, was sitting in it and chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.

When she blushed and frantically threw this indescribable picture out of her head, focusing on the ghost in front of her...

The black torrent that the ghost turned into, before it could get close to 20 meters above the two of them, it had already slammed into the circle of black flames...

Like a meteor rubbing against the atmosphere, the black torrent started from the place where it was intertwined with the black flame, and gradually turned from black to white, scattered with crystal light spots...

Looking closely, it was the hideous ghosts in the torrent. Under the impact of the black flame, the whole body burst into white light, and the hands clasped together scattered on the ground.

"Good... so strong..."

Apart from this sentence, Kotori Yumayumi has been unable to find any adjectives.

For the first time in her life, seeing such a large number of ghosts standing upright in front of her and becoming a Buddha, she couldn't help but feel a little stunned, just like she was in a dream.

A Buddhist scripture that she had heard before, slowly came to her mind.

All sentient beings are the wisdom and virtue of the Tathagata, but they cannot be realized because of delusions and attachments.

At this moment, the obsession disappeared, and I became a Buddha on the ground.

Sure enough, with Araki-sensei, I don't need to worry about removing spirits at all...

Concentrating his thoughts, Tori Yumayumi continued to cast spells attentively, and new torii gates appeared on the road behind the bicycle again.

For her, who grew up in a shrine since childhood, the removal of spirits has nothing to do with things like "struggling for strength" and "handsomeness", and it is more similar to funerals and prayers for the deceased.

In the "large-scale sacrifice" in front of her, she only needs to do what she can do.

As the torrent above his head turned into stars and dissipated into the night, the two giant black arms behind Araki Sosuke, as if "retiring after success", poured back into his body with resentment.

Under the influence of that bottle of "Oolong tea", Sosuke Araki entered a hazy, vague, and not drunk state.

This kind of feeling is like being 80% drunk with alcohol, and the body and consciousness have become sluggish to what is happening around, but the heart is still sober and can walk home steadily.

Riding in a city where his hands were out of sight and the moonlight could not be reflected, the sounds around him, the pictures in front of him, and his reactions became extremely slow, but his inner intuition became unexpectedly sharp, guiding him forward. direction.

"Hiccup... There are so many cars stuck on the road in a mess, can't they run at all... It's all to blame for the masked 'Galactic Cosmic Alliance'..."

Scratching his head and complaining, Sousuke Araki, who was engrossed in riding his bike and didn't know what was going on, continued to operate the broken bicycle and shuttled through the broken down motor vehicle stream like a nimble swimming fish.

At this moment, he misses his "Warring States Warrior" who can easily jump over the green belt and crush all kinds of roadblocks on the sidewalk.

The red bicycle continued to break through the black fog, traced a trajectory that the six relatives did not recognize, and derived the vermilion torii gates on Showa Avenue, heading towards the Zangqian apartment...

On the sidewalks on both sides of the traffic flow, one after another gleaming white figures folded their hands, smilingly waiting for the bicycles to pass by.

…

Skytree 450 meters, Tianwang Corridor.

"Appeared, appeared, the primordial ghost from hell, this spray force is even more OO than XX!!"

Looking at the door of **** that was completely open in the night sky not far away, and the black figure that spewed out from the door like a flood, breaking through the golden Buddha light, Yueying Qiancao let out a frantic laugh.

"Uh hahaha, you rulers, I see how you are going to hide it now..."

Ever since I got that laptop, I've been immersed in "creating" in that rental room day and night, and at the same time I have to make a living by drawing R18 notebooks...

After all these years of hardship, isn't it just for this moment to be hearty?

"Mom, have you seen it... This dirty world will collapse little by little in my hands..."

Along with the joyous laughter, large drops of tears splashed on the transparent glass floor, blooming along with the thoughts.

…

Five years ago, Kyoto Prefecture, Uji City.

"Mom, I'm back."

Taking advantage of the summer vacation, Chikage Tsukage deliberately did not participate in the school trip, so she chose to return to her home in Uji City to accompany her mother who was in poor health.

Born in a single-parent family and growing up in this ancient capital adjacent to Kyoto and famous for its matcha tea, Chikage Tsukage has a very good relationship with her mother who lives with each other.

As for a father whom he had never met, he never left a trace in his life.

"Qiancao... you... come back... come..."

Inside the dark entrance, came the mother's slow, low voice.

"Mom? Are you sick?"

Looking at the room with no lights on, and the stench coming from the house, Yueying Qiancao frowned.

"Why don't you turn on the lights...Is there a power outage?"

His mother's familiar but unusually slow tone, and the unresponsive corridor switch, were like an invisible big hand, slowly caressing his heart.

"Qiancao...Mom...Mom...I've already made the meal..."

When he put on his slippers and walked into the living room with his suitcase...

What welcomed him back was an unforgettable scene.

In the dim dining room, the table was full of "too rich" meals, which made him cover his mouth with excitement.

"...Come on...let's eat together."

Mother's head, like the main dish, was dignifiedly placed on the plate in the center of the blood-soaked dining table.

The other parts of her body are regularly placed on the dinner plates around.

"Hurry up...wash your hands...let's eat..."

With the same smile as before, the head waved the arm in the next dinner plate, beckoning him to come forward to "dine".

Several dark figures were sitting motionless at the dining table with their heads lowered, as if they were guests waiting for the host to be seated before they could "eat".

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