I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"That impeccable 'dying face art' should be enough to convince them that I am dead. The little bamboo and the elixir of death will be temporarily deposited in the Spirit Slayer Association for a while..."

"The important embryos and grievances of the research institute have been transferred, and the situation in Tokyo is chaotic at present. Officials should not have time to pay attention to me. As long as I leave Japan now, my research will soon be supported by the "China of Evil". Africa restarts."

Putting passports, bank cards, cash and other personal items from the cabinet into the suitcase, Mochizuki Yasushi walked upstairs step by step...

"Hmph, in the face of a long time, no one is invincible..."

When he came to the entrance, there was no expression on his face.

"The power is as high as civil and military, and the technique is unparalleled like the moon rock hat. I was boiled to ashes by this old man. As long as I have enough lifespan, I will make a comeback again and again!"

He calmly adjusted his collar, put on a top hat, and gracefully pushed out the door, like a business person who was about to go on a journey.

"Hey, old man."

Outside the door, an incomparably sturdy figure was standing there upright, blocking the warm sunlight outside.

"This, this gentleman, did you recognize the wrong person?"

Looking at the back light, the bandaged left arm and the pair of short red horns on his forehead, Mochizuki Koji's pupils shrank like needles, and he wanted to close the door and go back to the house with a blank expression.

"Just now, weren't you still in a hurry to go out? I have been taken care of for so many years, and it is really unreasonable not to let me give you a ride."

The other party's bright military boots had quietly pressed against the inside of the door at some point, preventing him from moving even the slightest.

"What the **** are you talking about, I don't understand at all. If you don't leave, I will report..."

Before Mochizuki Yasushi finished speaking, a fragrant aroma of wine had quietly permeated his nostrils.

"I am, this is..."

His cheeks were flushed, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, and his thoughts gradually became blurred. He only felt that the man in front of him was gradually changing from fierce to handsome...

The already weak body softened and fell towards the house.

"Tsk tsk, let me guess..."

However, the bandaged arm of the other party had already wrapped around his neck like iron tongs in mid-air: "You must be thinking now, shouldn't this stinky boy Mochizuki be on his way back to Tokyo from Hokkaido?"

"How can you find this place at this time?"

The man who suddenly waited outside the door, like a demon, was Mochizuki Che who led the team to "repair on the spot" in Hokkaido after the battle of Goryokaku.

"So far, how many should have reacted?"

"Yes, the post-disaster investigation report in Hokkaido was made up by me. The so-called 'repair in place' is well underway, but Sen Luo is leading the team in charge. And I have sneaked into this 'safe house early in the morning. 'Nearby waiting for 'opening'...”

"Forgot to mention, what I'm betting on is that you will provoke Sosuke Araki, a monster that looks like an idiot, but is strong enough to easily crush ghosts and gods. Then, you will be reincarnated like a prodigal dog. 'Come here...like, right now..."

With a wicked smile on his face, he said word by word words that made Mochizuki Koji's eyes widen.

"Well, as for why you have to go to great lengths to do such a thing to your dear 'grandfather'?"

"Probably because, when I was ten years old, after Ibaraki's arm was transplanted, that grudge gave me some extra gifts. After being held by you for those hundred years of memory..."

Gu Yan

He tapped his temple with his finger, and Mochizuki's eyes filled with monstrous resentment: "For example, those 'little experiments' you did on my father and other clansmen..."

"For example, in order to conceal your 'longevity', you killed generations of Mochizuki patriarchs and changed their bodies to replace each other... Of course, this also includes this safe house and this 'spare body'..."

"Since that day, I have been cautiously waiting... Waiting for a chance for a guard who breaks through the 'Ghost Bodhidharma' to completely obliterate you, a reincarnated old man who is cunning and reincarnated."

"What, "Ibaraki's Arm" actually gave birth to spiritual consciousness, that cunning grudge..."

Mochizuki Yasushi, who couldn't take it any longer, seemed to want to struggle, but this body, which was no different from an ordinary person, was completely paralyzed because it couldn't resist the strong "armpit fragrance" smell on his body: "No, Che, listen to Grandpa. Explain, this is all for the Mochizuki family..."

"Shut up, you immortal, you are not my grandfather at all! Think of the 'Mochizuki Clan' as your physical petri dish, how dare you say such a thing now?!"

Mochizuki pulled out a broken sword from behind his waist like lightning: "Remember, this 'mustache cut' was given to me in order to suppress the backlash of Ibaraki's remnant soul..."

Under the reflection of the mirror-like blade surface, the head of the middle-aged man who fell softly at the entrance has disappeared without a trace.

"The 'phantom limb cut' of the moustache can keep the cut biological tissue in a 'intact and transplantable state'. You should know better than me, right?"

On the smooth section of the neck, not a drop of blood seeped out, and the throbbing blood vessels could be clearly seen. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

Only then did Mochizuki Koji realize that he didn't know when, only a terrified head was left, which Mochizuki Che held in his hands.

"After all, taking advantage of this, you have done a lot of 'transplant experiments' on me... It's like this!"

The next second, Mochizuki Koji's head was pressed back to his original body again...

Only, from the neck, to the buttocks.

"Shh, don't worry, I won't kill you so easily... At least, before that, I'll let you taste the despair of the Moon Moon people who died in your 'experiment' over the years!"

The door was slowly closed, and the sharp knife light began to shine in the dark room...

"Cry, cry, and die! That's it! Ahahahahahahaha..."

Countless mutilated limbs kept leaving and returning to Mochizuki Yasushi's body, piecing together a distorted, ugly, unhuman figure.

…

The crimson full moon lit the cloudless sky, and even the gray river water flowing quietly below also dyed red.

On the side of the river, behind the black towering giant tree, the endless Manzhu Shahua is rustling without wind and automatically.

Mochizuki Ayano, who was wearing a hospital gown, was dragging her petite body, wandering tirelessly in this sea of ​​blood-colored flowers that stretched to the horizon and seemed to never end.

On her pale and confused face, the golden left eye that was originally agile, now only has a **** hole left.

"leave…"

The swaying red flowers were numbly reflected in the blue right eye that was only an inch away.

"leave here…"

After entering the gate of **** on the day of the Obon Festival and using "Guimu" on Sousuke Araki, her broken soul was trapped in the last scene in her memory, with nowhere to go.