"This hundred-eyed ghost climate has been completed, and it may be difficult to seal it again in the future......"

In the midst of the Buddha bell, Kobo and Tokimoto Ichiro, who closed their eyes tightly and held their minds, spat blood and struggled to support themselves under the terrible moonlight.

Under the strange gaze of the moon pupils, neither the ghosts in the gates of hell nor the soul slayers under the hidden apartment were even the enemies of the first sight.

There was a brief silence around the parking lot of Kuramae's apartment.

"Who?"

In mid-air, Mochizuki Ayano, who seemed to be the king of the world, looked in a certain direction as if she had a feeling.

Because of that direction, someone was approaching this place from the sky at a rapid pace.

Under the eyes of the moon, there should be no one around the apartment who can stand.

As her gaze scanned, the resentment within nearly half a kilometer in that direction dissipated without warning.

“…… Fujiwara Michicho's waka was changed by you to have no artistic conception. ”

Where the resentment dissipated, the delicate figure of a young man hung quietly in the night sky, bathed in the gaze of the moon pupil without any scruples, and a dead house T-shirt stood still in the increasingly raging night wind.

"Hee-hee, what a special pair of eyes......"

"Mochizuki Ayano" smiled slightly, looking at the young man with interest.

A force of pupil power that seemed to be substantial followed her line of sight towards the other party.

Fujiwara Takumi was silent, and in the depths of his pupils, two golden chrysanthemums quietly bloomed.

He just didn't care about looking at Mochizuki Ayano's pair of hundred-eyed true pupils, and he was like a spring breeze in the pupil power that was enough to turn ghosts into sauce.

"Takumi Fujiwara?!"

Seeing the person who came, Ichiro Tokimoto's spirit was lifted.

This "once-in-4,000-year-old god" finally made a move.

"Amitabha, this is the Yin and Yang Technique, and I am afraid that the person who is here is no longer the Fujiwara benefactor, but another great power...... The little monk preaches the Dharma and meets the Emperor Meiji. ”

Kobo's eyes were full of white light, as if he saw something, and respectfully bowed to Fujiwara Takumi in mid-air.

"Emperor Meiji?"

Looking at the chrysanthemum patterns that overflowed from the young man in front of him, even if he was a hundred-eyed ghost who had achieved the "Hundred Eyes True Pupil", he also showed a cautious look.

"You gods who hid their heads in the soil and pretended to be ostriches under the "thousand-year contract", have you also smelled the smell, and you can't bear to break the contract?"

Because the one in front of her is not an ordinary soul slayer, but an existence that has also touched the realm of "that".

"Hey, it's just that this 'glass god body' occasionally comes out to breathe, and it can't be regarded as a breach of contract......"

"Fujiwara Takumi" spread out his palm to "Mochizuki Ayano" not far away with a solemn face: "It's you, who have occupied the body of the descendants of the Mochizuki clan for so long, it's almost time to return it to others......"

In the palm of his hand, a delicate "Sixteen-petal Eightfold Table Chrysanthemum" jumped out and went straight to Mochizuki Ayano.

Divine magic, purification.

"Hahahaha...... A mere body descended from a god, and he dared to speak wildly! You bullshit gods, how can you ever care about life and death in the world, why are you called gods?! ”

"Mochizuki Ayano" seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous, and laughed wildly.

Her blue double pupils and the moon pupils in the air turned into the shape of the "Moon Wheel Nine Yao" at the same time, and the eight heavy pupils rotated wildly around the main pupil in the center.

The chrysanthemum collided with her body, and the brilliant divine power exploded in an instant, sweeping away the resentment within a kilometer radius of the Zazen apartment.

……

Three minutes ago, a kilometer away in front of the Kuramae apartment.

At the end of the path of light composed of "Akagi Senbon", the wreckage of a rain-like construction vehicle is falling towards Sosuke Araki and Yuma Kotori.

"There is no typhoon landfall warning, how can a tornado suddenly start and then dissipate again?"

Sousuke Araki manipulated the samurai of the Warring States period, and with his strong intuition and mobility, he was like a nimble mouse, dodging the "meteorite rain" left after the tornado dissipated.

Tornadoes come and go without a trace is not uncommon in Japan, which is surrounded by the sea.

Every year during the typhoon season in August, such strange celestial phenomena appear in the news, such as Ibaraki, Chiba, Yokohama, Okinawa and other places.

"Abominable !!"

However, the "meteorite rain" was too dense, and the situation in front of him did not allow him to think about it too much......

A whole floor slab of nearly 20 square meters fell mercilessly and devoured the space for the two of them to move!

In a desperate situation, he grabbed the girl behind him and jumped off the locomotive.

The Sengoku samurai below him jumped high by inertia and violently smashed through the floor in mid-air.

"Oops......"

Seeing the shattered concrete block falling from the sky, Sousuke Araki hurriedly used his body to firmly protect the girl in his arms under him.

He propped his hands on the ground, arched his back, and was ready to support the living space for the girl under him even if he was buried by the floor.

"Hmph, just a few pieces of cement ......"

At the last moment, behind him, several sword lights flashed, and a man with a katana in his hand shuttled through the cracks in the ruins.

The huge concrete floor slabs then shattered like tofu under the light of the knife.

"Is it just going to make it difficult for you to move an inch?"

Appearing in front of the two of them was a tall man with a sword in one hand and the other fixed around his neck, covered in dust that could not hide his handsome aura.

"The rear of the seniors, I will guard it!!"

Immediately after that, another figure on all fours rushed out from the side, firmly holding the other half of the chassis that flew towards the two of them.

"Bah, this thing, it's too heavy, ......"

A tall man, also covered in dust and unable to see clearly, pushed the wreckage of the vehicle in his hand to the side.

Through the dust, you can vaguely see the black tracksuit on his body and a common black pet collar around his neck.

"Tachibana snow?! Kengo?! ”

Looking back, with the unique cold atmosphere and strong philosophical atmosphere of the two of them, Sousuke Araki still recognized the two of them when he was drunk.

These two people, with their perverted sense of smell, chased after Kengo Yamada and Abeji who came all the way from Sosuke Araki, who was full of alcohol.

The two of them were extremely miserable at the moment, not only were they covered in dust like refugees, but they were also covered with blood all over their bodies.

"That, Mr. Araki......"

Seeing the strange eyes of the two "refugees" beside him, the little bird Yuma Bow who was pressed by Sosuke Araki under him, couldn't help but gently tap his chest with a slight redden, and his tone was three points of shame and seven points of helplessness.

“…… Can you get me up? ”

At this moment, Sousuke Araki, who is wearing a triangular GOPRO headband and is dressed like a "sneaking otaku in underwear", is lying on the girl's body like some kind of obscene current suspicious.