"Tsk, what little bastards, cultivators with hair, new slayers... This Araki Sosuke is basically a true Buddhist son who was secretly cultivated by Kawasaki Daishi Temple, a monster more perverted than Fujiwara Takumi. The one who closed the gate of hell. Respect the black Buddha, it turned out to have been hidden in his body!"

After thinking about everything, Kotomine Jiro above the front of the car, his expression returned to the original tranquility: "Why, it is nothing more than a black Buddha Dharma body, so that the dignified ghosts are so frightened that they are silent?"

Looking at the "Hundred Ghosts Painting Scroll" that remained silent at his feet, he couldn't help showing a contemptuous smile: "The so-called 'return to the world, but the grievances with Gao Tianyuan', it seems that it is no more than this..."

"No, Kotomine-san doesn't know something. This thousand-year contract is inseparable from those bald donkeys full of pimples on their heads... They keep saying, 'Stop fighting for the good of all living beings', we have always been at the disadvantage of the hundred ghosts, who have nowhere to live in the land of demons and are forgotten to the point of The torment of death, who knows? ! 』

"Our generation made a blood oath and sacrificed countless people's flesh and blood to create such a large number of containers today, breaking through the seal of the millennium contract... No matter whether it is Gao Tianyuan or the Buddha who is blocking the front, the monstrous grievances of the past will all be owed in blood today. Blood compensation! 』

"That's right, we have nowhere to go...Hundred Ghosts Night Festival, we must speed up the progress! Don't wait any longer, hand over all the 'sacrifices'! 』

"That's right, no matter whether that kid is a Dharma body or an incarnation of a Buddha, the three heads and six arms are no more than one person's power... As long as our plan is successfully implemented, even if Amaterasu comes in person, he will not be able to return to the sky! 』

It seems that Jiro Kotomine's words have ignited the anger that has been in his chest for a century, and the whispers of resentment once again erupted from the "Hundred Demons".

"Hey, this is the Hundred Ghosts I know below!"

Kotomine Jiro raised his hands expressionlessly, and the surrounding tornado brought the **** "sacrificial offerings" in the carriage at a more violent speed, smashing the surface of the Hundred Ghost Painting Scroll, blooming blood flowers: " The train to **** has already left the station, and there is no turning back!"

"When... until... when..."

At the same time, in the rear compartment, which had been quiet for a long time, the cry of "Izu Maten" was heard again.

But compared to the piercing scream of death before, it seemed so pale.

"boom!"

The top of the car suddenly cracked a gap, and Jin Zhentian's face, sharp claws, feathers, bone wings and other fragments, like a fountain, poured out of it...

"When... until... when...?"

In the man's hoarse questioning voice, a figure soaring with wings spread around it, rising into the sky!

Higashino Yukihira, who held a blood-colored blue dragon sword and was covered in wood grain, waving a pair of huge bone wings surging with black energy on his back, stood suspended in the tunnel.

"...it's today!"

His pair of pure black pupils looked straight at Kotomine Jiro at the front of the car.

"Oh? Even Izu Maten is not an opponent... Wait, this pair of 'Death Wings' are not Izu Maten's..."

Shocked by the strong killing intent in the other's eyes, Kotomine Jiro subconsciously raised his hand to Yufeng, wanting to tear up this annoying "follower"...

"hiss!"

However, he found that his ears were suddenly filled with the roar of beasts, and the world in front of him was also distorted.

"This is the evil eye of a bull ghost..."

A warm current came from the "Hundred Ghosts Painted Scroll" under his feet, which made Kotomine Jiro slow down from that strange state.

"The thousand-year-old bark of the Human Face Tree, the fierce eyes of the bull ghost, and the death wing of Izu Maten... This monster, he is plundering the blood power of the 'Hundred Ghosts'!"

"Hey! Such an interesting prey, I am traveling at night!"

A one-eyed giant ghost riding a headless horse with beards all over his body emerged from one of the carriages, turning into an afterimage and passing by Higashino Yukihira...

Higashino Yukihira, who was floating in the air, didn't have time to react at all, and the great head on the item shot straight into the sky!

"Wait, such a good product, how can you be allowed to monopolize it alone?!"

Then, a huge human figure made of dust gathered from the other carriage poured out, wrapping his head that had not yet fallen to the ground...

"That kid is not simple, he seems to be some kind of vampire from Nanman. However, Ye Xing and the monster king of the dust mound joined forces. With no blood to suck, he was dead... Don't worry about him, the sacrifice continues! 』

Looking at Higashino Yukihira's headless body that quickly retreated and disappeared into the dark tunnel, Kotomine Jiro's anxiety did not dissipate.

This kid who appeared out of nowhere seems to be a ghost who has come back from **** to seek his own life. No matter how many times he is thrown away, he will be chased up endlessly.

"There is this haunted boy hanging from the back of the butt, and there is that freak Araki Sousuke on it..."

He raised his hand to gather a horizontal tornado, wrapping the entire black train in it.

"To be safe, let's take a detour a little."

Following his words, the locomotive under his feet suddenly shook his head, and slammed into the side tunnel wall like suicide...

Under the impact of the tornado like a drill bit, the mud on the tunnel wall flew, and a huge cave was dug out in an instant.

The black train went straight off the track, like a black earthworm drilling a hole, followed by the tornado and disappeared into this "freshly baked" giant tunnel.

One after another, dense black shadows quietly poured out of the car and scattered away.

...

Taito District, Ueno Subway Station.

"Boom boom boom!"

The next second after quietly disappearing on the seventh day of the Ming Dynasty, a black locomotive kept drifting sideways and passed the intersection under the ramp of the subway station. With a violent exhaust sound, it broke into the sight of a certain "parade". .

"Ghost Mian-kun, are you sure you don't need to take those six thick and long things on your back? 』

"I don't know why~lightnovelpub.net~ When I want to take it back, I always feel full as I just finished eating the Wagyu buffet, so I just let them breathe outside. 』

"Speaking of which, the surveillance cameras in the subway lost track of the black train again. However, from the historical trajectory prediction, that thing should be driving along the Yamanote Line inside the 'Tai Chi Yin Yang Formation'..."

"It doesn't matter, my intuition tells me that chasing the red kappa will definitely pay off. 』

On the locomotive, Sousuke Araki, who was communicating with the "Director" at the other end of the channel with six black arms behind his back, also immediately noticed the large group of "people" on the **** ahead.

"Hey, those guys in the costume parade in front look like... foxes? 』

Across the distance, the faces of foxes in front of the team that were smiling but not smiling appeared in his sight.

"The woman in the second row looks like... Bai Wugou? 』

Through the built-in camera in the helmet, Houhai Ludou saw the very conspicuous woman in white and cotton hat among the "fox masked people" at a glance.