"Hiccup......

In the midst of the frenzied resentment, a red shared bicycle is driving crookedly and unhurriedly along Showa Avenue full of "broken down" motor vehicles.

"Hiccup......

The blonde man on the bike, wearing a thong strap and a video camera, dressed like a "perverted otaku in underwear", occasionally burps with a blush on his face.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, a girl wearing a shrine maiden costume and carrying a long bow was looking around with sparkling eyes.

The eight faded magatas hanging from her chest shone with a faint gray glow like breath in the darkness.

These two people are Sousuke Araki and Yumiyuki Kotori, who rode into Taito Ward.

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

Wrinkling his nose and smelling the smell of wine exhaled by Sosuke Araki, Kotori Yumakumi didn't have time to delve into Mr. Araki, who came over, when he got drunk.

In front of her, endless resentment was pouring into the back of Sosuke Araki, who was buried in his bicycle, from all around.

Like a pair of black wings that cover the sky and the sun, they stretch out from Sousuke Araki's back, ready to take off at any moment.

Such a spectacular scene can't help but make the little bird Yu Zhengong purse his lips.

has purified such a large amount of grievances, but Araki-sensei still has no change in face.

It seems that I was too cautious about my previous imagination of Mr. Araki's strength.

In the rear, the area where the resentment had dissipated because of someone was about to be infected again with a thick inky black.

"We can't waste the opportunity that Mr. Araki has created!"

On the bicycle, the little bird Yu Zhengong turned around, his long sleeves danced lightly, and the withered jade on his chest lit up slightly.

Rune paper floated out of her cuffs unhurriedly......

"In the name of Akagi Hime's life, give the territory of the gods."

The falling rune paper instantly turned into a vermilion torii composed of spiritual power, isolating the resentment that was surging around it.

The plaque above the torii gate has the word "Akagi" written on it, and it is the same as the torii gate at the entrance of Akagi Shrine.

Behind the bicycle, on the road where the two of them passed, every 100 meters, a small torii gate appeared, and it was connected in layers and undulating to form a magnificent and beautiful passage.

Shinto: Chibon Akagi.

This is different from the "Hell Apartment" event, where you need to rely on the Dry Magatama body to barely summon the torii.

At this moment, her face did not change and she summoned dozens of torii gates in an endless stream, proving with her actions that her cultivation had never slackened for a day.

The "little bird that can't fly", unconsciously, has happily hovered above the blue sky.

Around the passages formed by vermilion torii gates, street lamps flicker, gradually restoring the fire of the city in the past.

The bicycle that roamed the motorway like a stitch was like a holy sword piercing into the darkness, slowly carving out a path to the light.

Lost in resentment and drifting into madness, attracted by the light on that path, the last instincts converge towards this place.

In their eyes, although they can't see those magnificent torii gates, this passage full of warm light and no black gas gathers represents the hope of life for them.

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

"Mr. Araki, be careful......"

As if sensing something, the little bird Yuzhen Gong looked back at the front, raised his hands vigilantly, and several runes appeared between his fingers.

In the churning resentment ahead, it was as if countless footsteps and murmurs were approaching here.

"Don't worry, although the road conditions are not good...... Hiccup...... Since my driver's license was revoked, my recent cycling skills have improved by leaps and bounds......"

Sousuke Araki, whose face was flushed and looked like he was drunk, was still babbling gibberish with his tongue wide open.

"Riding this little night road is nothing at all...... Hiccup...... If you weren't in the car, I'd show you a 'bicycle flying tornado 360-degree flag-raising head'! ”

"Sure enough, it's Red Barbarian!"

Just as the little bird Yumako exclaimed in a low voice, a human head with long hair fluttering faintly appeared above the resentment that was constantly flowing towards Sousuke Araki.

Towards the two people below, the human head opened its bloody mouth extremely quickly, and bit down fiercely in the air.

"In the name of Akagi Himemei......"

As if he had already sensed the ghost, the little bird You Zhengong reacted very quickly, holding the rune paper full of spiritual power in his hand, and he was about to hit the person's head with a fierce punch.

Red Manqi, also known as Feitou Man, is a kind of ghost whose head can be separated from the body and fly freely.

According to the texts of Akagi Shrine, simply destroying the head of the Red Barbarian cannot completely destroy it, and it is necessary to find its original body.

However, her "Wing Chun Fist" has not yet had time to be unleashed......

On the back of Sousuke Araki, who was riding with his head buried in his bicycle, suddenly like a roc spreading his wings, two huge black arms shining with lava scriptures and muscles and flesh plates stretched out from the left and right.

The black arm, which was several meters long and continued to grow slowly as the resentment poured in, closed its middle finger and thumb at a speed that surpassed human reactions......

In mid-air, the middle finger with an afterimage and thick as an ordinary person's thigh flicked its nose, the human head suddenly showed a serene smile, bloomed with a white light, and spun and catapulted back into the resentment.

"It's not over yet."

Although his scalp was tingling with shock from the scene in front of him, the little bird Yumako did not let his guard down, but continued to explore the surroundings with inspiration.

"You have to find the body of the Red Barbarian to ......"

Before she finished speaking, her inspiration had already found its purpose.

The headless body of the red barbarian was sitting upright in the driver's seat of a car not far away, his hands folded and turned into white light......

"Wait...... ...... above"

The little bird Yuzhen put away the rune paper in his hand stupidly, and then frowned and looked above his head.

With the blessing of the withered magatama on her chest and the shrine maiden's costume, her inspiration range far exceeds that of ordinary soul slayers, and even in the midst of this terrifying resentment, she can sense a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Wraiths? That's ...... amount."

In the distance, a torrent of countless gray and white resentful spirits instantly entered her inspiration range, swept over the dense abandoned traffic, and struck towards the position of the two of them with precision like an intercontinental missile.

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

"No, it's not just the Wraith...... And the ghosts ......."

It was the ghosts who had just erupted from the gates of hell and broken through the Buddha's light around Kuramae's apartment, attracted by the lights and life behind the two of them.

The Japanese pronunciation of "oni" is "おに", which is a transformation of "おぬ", which means "hidden and invisible", and generally refers to a mysterious form that cannot be seen by the human eye.

In Shinto's concept of "everything has a spirit", there is no strict division between spirits, ghosts, demons, and gods, and even many ghosts and gods are formed by the resentful spirits of deceased people.

Red oni, green oni, and black oni with a giant club, horns on the top of their heads, and a bloody mouth......

The "hanged ghost" who mops the floor with a long tongue and urges people to hang himself......

The Mertail Man is known as the "Goldfish Ghost"......

A "ghost fire" that burns with a cold white light......

Giant Wild Skeleton ......

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

As the distance narrowed, the outlines of countless unseen and unheard ghosts in the torrent in the air appeared more and more clearly in the inspiration of the little bird Yu Zhengong.

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