I'm Really Unnerved In Tokyo Chapter 180

"Nuo Nuo Gu Gu, three stars on the left, three prisons on the right, the world is turned upside down, and all nine paths are blocked!"

Abe Temple calmed down, recited the mantra silently without hesitation, and clapped the ground with one hand.

This grievance is like a treacherous swordsman who can do anything, and must be sealed immediately.

With the aura surging, the scroll on the ground seemed to come alive, instantly wrapping the Juyi character Zezong firmly.

Kikuichi Zizong immediately calmed down, and the invisible attraction disappeared.

Just as Abe-ji Temple was about to bend over to pick up Kikuichimonji Norizu who was on the ground and left...

"Snapped".

In the empty cabin, a handful of small steel **** wrapped in resentment flew towards him from among the plants.

Like a cat, Abe Temple jumped backwards and dodged as sharply as a cat, and with two knives in his hands, he precisely chopped off a few small steel **** that could not be avoided.

"I said where did the mice get on the boat... It's the first time I've seen such a good spirit remover..."

In the dark cabin, the man made some mean voices, but there was no figure of the person speaking.

"Are you invisible... Where is Your Excellency sacred?"

While delaying time with words, Abeji poured spiritual power into his eyes, trying to increase his inspiration and confirm the location of the other party.

"Don't bother, the 'inspiration' of the spirit remover can't find me..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Abeji's ears moved slightly, and he slashed towards the direction of the voice without hesitation.

With a sound of "Xixixi Susuo", it seemed that a mouse was walking through the grass, making his sword cut to the ground.

"Crack...crack...".

The strange voice sounded in another direction.

Two small steel **** in a row were thrown towards Abe Temple from two completely opposite directions.

The opponent seemed to be able not only to be invisible, but also to move quickly among the plants.

Although he didn't know what would happen if he was thrown by such a strange thing, Abe-ji instinctively swung his sword, creating an airtight curtain of swords in the air.

Dozens of densely packed small steel **** were cut in half by his exquisite swordsmanship in mid-air.

"Interesting, interesting... In that case, how about trying this trick! Dema..."

Before the man's inexplicable voice fell, thousands of small steel **** poured towards Abe Temple from the "grass" in all directions, like a downpour.

Even in the face of an unavoidable situation, Abe-ji still held his dual swords with a calm expression, and quickly spun a whirlwind of ice and fire in front of him.

Two-day first-class: The Flame Moon Strikes Back.

The small steel ball was slashed by the rapidly rotating blade, and bounced off like a tornado, and the resentment on the steel ball also dissipated.

"Hey, your sword skills are really sharp. If other guys who are not good enough come, I'm afraid it won't be good... It's a pity that you stepped into my home court."

The male voice chuckled bitterly.

The greenhouse marijuana on this ship can not only bring hidden and stable economic income, but also create an environment suitable for his ability to play.

Capturing the direction of the sound, Abeji's ears moved slightly, and he drew his sword and slashed.

However, just as he made a move, his body seemed to be overdrawn, and his footsteps stumbled forward.

A strange resentment enveloped Abe Temple at some point, fighting with his body protection spiritual power.

"how come……"

Abeji bowed his head slightly, and several small steel **** rolled to the ground along the corners of his clothes.

Can't you escape completely?

He felt that the strength of his whole body was rapidly escaping, and he could only use a long knife to support the ground and kneel with all his might.

"Can you still kneel? It seems that you have strong spiritual and physical strength, much more powerful than the few spirit slayers who died in my hands before."

Saying so, from the potted plant not far away, the tree planter slowly appeared.

"You... a half-demon? A ghost?"

Looking at the middle-aged man in the Mediterranean Sea not far away with a greasy sheen reflected in the light, Abeji asked with difficulty.

"NONONO, we are not the kind of random things, unlike you lucky people who are born with inspiration... We are the real ones..."

Bending down to pick up the chrysanthemum character Zezong that was sealed on the ground, Zhongzhishuren gently patted it in his hand.

"It's not very elegant to put the worry in that part of the corpse like this, and it's not very elegant to hand it over to 'that lord'. Thank you for helping me pack it..."

Having said that, he threw a handful of small steel **** at Abe Temple again.

The more powerful grievances poured down, Abeji fell to the ground weakly like a convulsion because of the rapid flow of potassium, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

"Can I still keep my heartbeat... I respect that you are a strong man, so let's enjoy this last peace... After all, everyone has their own destiny."

Looking at the young spirit slayer who fell softly to the ground, the tree planter's expression became a little complicated.

Once upon a time, his hair was so thick.

Ten years ago.

Inside the dilapidated office with the "Spiritual Consultation Center" hanging on the door.

Standing in the center of the office, the tree planter has long smooth hair.

"Zhongzhi-kun, you should resign."

Behind the desk, a man in a suit with his back turned to him said so.

The man's oily Mediterranean Sea reflected a hopeless light under the dim yellow sunset outside the window.

"President Changtian, why... When you rescued me from the resentful spirits, I already made up my mind to become a qualified spirit remover and slay the evil in the world..."

"You have been an apprentice with me for five years. Not only did you cultivate very hard, but you also went through many life-and-death junctures..."

The man behind the desk was a little sighed.

"However, the awakening of inspiration is something that cannot be forced! I can't ensure the safety of an ordinary person when removing the spirit. Maybe one day... So, write your resignation letter yourself."

"President..."

Hearing the other party's words, the young tree planter fell to the ground weakly.

"Go back, everyone has their own destiny... If you insist on things that don't belong to you, in the end you won't be able to bloom beautiful flowers."

"I... I've really been..."

Tears rolled down his eyes, splashing like gold in the setting sun.

"I know, you've really worked hard, more than me... If you put your energy into other careers, maybe you've already achieved fame... I can't let you delay like this any longer."

Hearing President Changta's sigh, he was never able to say a word of rebuttal or justification.

Because what the president said makes sense.

All the sins lie in the self who has worked hard for five years, still can't open the inspiration, and is just an "ordinary person"~www.mtlnovel.com~ Incompetence is the original sin!

Ever since he was accidentally rescued from a resentful spirit, he used his blood and sincerity to impress President Tsukata and became an employee of the "Spiritual Consultation Center".

In the past five years, in addition to assisting the president's work, in order to become an official spirit remover, all his energy has been spent on enlightening inspiration.

After all, if you can't even see the "spirit", how can you "remove" it.

Consecrated Buddha inlaid beads into the body, weekly gold acupuncture points, daily cow tears invading eyes, reciting Buddhist scriptures...

Even in order to enhance the "yang qi" in his body, he used various cooking methods and devoured the "roots" of various creatures in those five years.

"I... I know."

What President Changda didn't see was that the tree planter was crawling on the ground, his eyes covered in his hair gradually turned malicious...

How could a frog who once jumped out of the well and saw the vast landscape be willing to live in the small puddles of the past.

Why, some people are born with the qualification to see the real world that they cannot reach in their entire lives.

At this moment, he is willing to sacrifice everything to the devil to get a ticket to enter the extraordinary world.

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