I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Roppongi, in a residential building.

In the pixel game map, the super vortex that had just formed and represented the [Dalvyuan Snake God] flickered slightly and disappeared.

"Huh?" Moon Shadow Qiancao, who was browsing the "works" of netizens in the 2CH forum, turned her head and was stunned for a moment.

What about the super-large, newly-appeared vortex with the words "Dalvyuan Snake God" written on it?

Is this thing broken?

He rubbed his eyes and patted the screen of the old laptop subconsciously.

Then he came back to his senses, the old-fashioned laptop in front of him was no ordinary digital product.

Recently, on the game map, the black swirls that represent the "works" that have been placed, occasionally appear when he goes to the toilet, eats, etc., and disappears inexplicably.

There is not even a process.

For example, the human-faced dog and the cursed spirit of the convenience store.

This feels like logging into the game one day and finding that the SSSR beautiful girl that I worked so hard to draw and cultivate, and the high-end equipment that was carefully matched for her are all gone.

"Da Luyuan Snake God, known as the 'ancient evil **** who plays with people's hearts', failed to summon? Could it be that there is a loophole in the 'Wraith Hexagram' array carefully set up by those netizens? The unofficial history that arrived is fake?"

When he was doing folk surveys and consulting ancient documents before, he accidentally learned about the deeds of the Kamakura shogunate's seal of the Great Lubuchi Snake God, and initially determined the location.

Therefore, on a whim, I provided this as a material to those few netizens.

In this way, it really complements and creates this seemingly resentful spirit haunting, but it is actually sacrificing resentful spirits as nutrients, and after removing the spirits, it can summon the evil spirits.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if the summoning fails, it's an attempt, anyway, a few ordinary resentful spirits didn't cost me too much resentment. It seems that it is not so much to consume a small amount of resentment to pry and awaken those ancient existences. It's easy to trick..."

Originally, he wanted to set up a "trap"-like existence to target those possible scavengers.

By the way, I will also use this test to see if we can "summon" some powerful and sleeping beings in this low-cost way.

Even if the summoning fails, for him, it is just a process of trial and error, and it is harmless.

Anyway, the netizens in the forum will continue to create new "surprises" for him.

On that rudimentary map of Tokyo, small black vortices are slowly spinning and growing.

…

Kanagawa Prefectural Kamakura High School.

In the early morning, the school and the police arrived at the teaching building and took away the "suicide duo" who were still in a coma.

Faced with the skeleton of the giant snake that Sosuke Araki had cut cleanly, the school and the police had to approve the two people's remarks of "saving the suicide and then being attacked by the giant snake".

After a brief treatment of the wound in the school infirmary, the two got on the first class of Jiang Zhidian, watched the sunrise on the coastline, and embarked on their journey back to Tokyo.

It's still early, and there are still many vacancies on Jiang Zhidian.

"Teacher Araki, what do you think, how do I cultivate to be as good as you?"

Sitting beside Araki Sosuke, Yumayuki, a tired-looking bird, sincerely asked for advice.

"As powerful as I am... Then you should practice some martial arts... You should also exercise your physical strength... At the same time, you must be familiar with the physiological structure of various creatures..."

Sousuke Araki held his head and thought for a while, then gave the answer seriously.

If you imagine yourself to defeat the giant snake with your bare hands.

Brute force alone is not enough, skills are also needed.

"I see…"

Tori Yumayumi took notes seriously.

"However, my muscles have been cultivated for many years. You may also need to plan your diet scientifically and eat more high-protein food... The snake meat before was good... Look at the meat I haven't finished eating yet. Packed and took away…”

Sousuke Araki gestured to her for the big sack of snake meat he was holding.

The big snake weighed at least one hundred kilograms. He ate and tickled the most essential parts, and packed dozens of kilograms of meat to take away.

After all, his wallet has been tight recently, and the rations for the next few days will fall on this thing.

Before he finished speaking, he only felt that his shoulders sank slightly.

The witch who had been tossed all night seemed to be unable to hold back her tiredness any longer. She didn't know when she had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder. A crystal drop slipped from the corner of her mouth, shining brightly in the rising sun.

She was sleeping soundly in her gym clothes, just like an ordinary high school girl at this moment.

Just when Sousuke Araki and Yuma Yumori fell asleep on the rickety Enoden.

At six o'clock in the morning, Kengo Yamada, wearing a kendo club training uniform, ran on the school playground as usual.

Having lived for 21 years, he always believed that he was just an ordinary third-year student majoring in philosophy in the Department of Social Ethics at Shibuya Keizai University.

Day after day, he generally seeks the truth of philosophy, and generally practices kendo...

In the future, it will continue to be the same.

Until a few days ago, in a late-night dormitory, after being forcibly ridden by a woman with only the upper body for ten minutes...

The world in front of him has changed.

At first, he could only see some blurry figures that seemed invisible to those around him.

Later, these strange figures appeared more and more clearly in every corner of his life.

Until the day before yesterday, Araki-senpai, his idol and the reliable (former) head of the Kendo club, took him to a shrine, where the shrine maiden relieved his doubts.

It was indeed right to consult with Araki-senpai.

Before that, he was able to escape from the half-length lady's hands, and it was all thanks to the talisman of Asakusa Shrine that Araki-senpai obtained for him.

After learning about his situation, Araki-senpai mercifully sold (sold) all the precious talismans in his hand to himself. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

After all, the money for incense must be paid by oneself, and the talisman paper will be effective.

I will redouble my efforts to lead the Kendo club to achieve excellent results and repay the kindness of the seniors.

With that in mind, Kengo Yamada quickened the pace of his sprint.

On the playground in the early morning, not many students were running.

But he was accompanied by a livid-looking man in a sprint suit.

No matter how fast Yamada Kengo ran, the man always kept a distance more than his body and ran in front of him.

Kengo Yamada didn't even look at that person.

He dared not look.

It's not because the man's face is pale and his running speed is very fast.

It was because of the man's abdomen with a short, thick javelin running through it, bringing out a lot of internal organs and hanging on it.

I heard that during the school sports meeting five years ago, a sprinter died after being penetrated by a javelin flying from another field during the competition.

It must be the one in front.

According to what the shrine maiden said, these "spirits" that have passed away and do not belong to this world are just numbly repeating the trajectory of their lives, or they are trapped by obsessions and cannot be freed.

If you are in contact with these spiritual sights or have been in contact for too long, if the other party realizes that they can see, they may be entangled.

As long as you ignore it and pay attention, you will not be contaminated.

"Normal mind..."

Taking a deep breath, Kengo Yamada finished running at twice his usual speed.

Back in the Kendo club activity room, Kengo Yamada opened his iron cabinet and prepared to change out of his training clothes.

The iron cabinet was opened, and a man with gray complexion, bruises mixed with corpse spots, and mutilated limbs was squatting inside, looking at him helplessly.