It's a bad organization that has been rampant in the Asakusa area lately, and recently likes to hunt street wanderers.

This group of 17 and 18-year-olds had nothing to do and was only provoked by trouble, but simply riding motorcycles or going to video game centers and baseball gyms to have fun was no longer enough for them. This new and exciting new fun is much more interesting than bullying and bullying students at school.

"Whew!"

First, a lit cupola shot in the air and exploded on Sarudahiko's back. Immediately after, more fireworks toys were thrown at him by the bad guy who laughed loudly, and Saruta Hiko shrank to the ground with his head in his hands, and his clothes were almost burned.

He screamed and rolled on the ground, and the adult man, who was an adult, was crying like a child.

"This guy is like a wild dog!"

The bad guys are dressed in punk costumes, they wear skull-like masks on their faces, some have earrings on their ears, some have reggae and dirty pigtails, and they call friends, and they run wildly all the way, like a group of demons and monsters wandering in the night.

One approached Saruta, first gave him a heavy blow to the abdomen, and then swung the baseball bat in his hand and smashed it down without mercy.

Other bad people also surrounded at this time, Saruta Hiko was surrounded by several people, he had a nosebleed, and was twisted by one of the bad guys and forcibly erected.

"Taste this ......"

One of the bad took a few steps back, took a pose, sprinted and sprinted, and a flying kick hit Sarudahiko's forehead, and the other bad ones applauded loudly, and some people followed suit and insulted Sarudahiko in an even more malicious way.

"Hahaha......" They keep laughing weirdly, and they try to beat the homeless man in a different way to satisfy their anti-social tyrannical cravings.

"Eh, what's that?"

One of the bad spots in the park is on the riverbank, and it looks like something is moving here.

It was very fast, it was on the riverbank, and it was speeding towards it with a swish. The "thing" was dressed in a humanoid shell, stuffed with straw, and wore a three-degree hat, and a bell hanging robe, reminiscent of a cultivator in the mountains.

"What is this...... What the hell? ”

A bad guy wielded the baseball bat in his hand and stared at the thing with an unkind face.

It's moving this way, and it's not slowing down at all.

"Scarecrow?"

Someone took a look at it and thought it looked like the scarecrow used to drive away crows in the fields.

"No, that's ...... Case Shanzi. ”

One of the bad swallowed a spit and muttered something in a low voice.

"Aren't they all the same?"

"It's different, in my hometown, the case mountain is something that is specially sacrificed to the mountain god."

The bad guy stepped back, for he noticed that the scarecrow was floating in the air.

His calves began to tremble, and in his hometown village, during the festival, the peasant family would erect many shanzi, which were sacrificed to the mountain gods, and at night they would be sent deep into the mountains.

When he was a child, when he and his playmates were playing in the mountains, they saw a lot of cases and mountains inserted in the mountain paths, full of the gloomy and ominous atmosphere of the mountains and forests.

"That's the messenger of the mountain god, be careful, don't approach them, it will anger the ...... of the mountain god"

The elders of the village often reminded them of these children.

Oh no! Oh no! Why do I feel so horrified, no, I can't stay here! Waves of fear welled up in his heart.

"Hell yes! This thing can float in the air......"

A ** over-snorted, a little unconscious-minded bad grinning while waving a wooden knife to the scarecrow's side.

"Yo Xi, you guy still has a knife!"

He approached the scarecrow and noticed that the other man was holding a katana in both hands, and the cold light flickered, giving people an ominous aura unique to metal.

"Let's go......"

The bad guy just now pulled up a companion and wanted to get out of here, but at this moment, a cold light flashed, and a bloody human head rolled over from the air.

It was the bad head of the wooden knife, which rolled on the ground like a ball, bounced twice, and landed in front of them.

"Ahh

Someone let out a terrible scream, representing the beginning of a horrific killing.

Straw Mountain swung his katana, and the cold light of the sword continued to slash like lightning, splashing a large amount of blood each time.

The "monster" rushed into the crowd in an instant, and the katana stabbed through a person's abdomen, stirring it savagely, stirring the intestines and internal organs into a bloody mud before pulling it out.

A bad person wanted to escape from behind "it", the blade of the cold light flickered in a circle, and the man took a diagonal stab from the position of the shoulder, a large amount of blood gushed out, and half of the body connected to the head slid down, the incision was neat and smooth, and the spine and the internal organs could be seen.

In less than three minutes, the ground was covered with corpses of various shapes, nay, rather flesh, mutilated limbs everywhere, blood and pulp, flesh and intestines, and splashed all around, like a puddle of rotting and eroding things.

Until this time, the only survivor who could breathe was Saruda Hiko, a homeless man.

He was beaten a lot, his body was in pain, and he could only hold his head and shrink to the ground, and it was at this time that he realized that his condition was a little strange.

The surroundings were too quiet, he was in a coma for nearly half a minute or so because of a blow to the head, and the noise of the noisy and brutal teenagers who had been full of noise could not be heard, making him wonder if his eardrums were injured, and he was temporarily deaf.

"Are they all gone?"

The homeless man raised his head and saw a scene as terrible as the picture of Hell Shura, his face turned pale with fright, and he kept retreating with his hands on the ground.

But he quickly stopped, because he noticed that he seemed to have hit something in his back.

And when he looked up, he saw a scarecrow looking down at him with a paper mask head down.

"Ahh

Saruta bounced up like a frightened grasshopper, but the moment he stood up straight, his whole body trembled like rice bran, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.

There was only one scarecrow, and he saw with his eyes at least a hundred scarecrows floating in the air, a grimace painted on the pale paper mask that seemed to laugh and cry.

"O God! Please help me......"

With tears in his eyes, he prayed to the deity who did not exist zài.

Of course, God would not answer his prayers, and the only thing that answered his voice was the sharp edge of the blade that pierced through him, with a cold light and stained with blood and skewered with internal organs.