Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

What Tsuchimikado planned was to enter the city quietly, not to shoot, quietly enter the world of Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, and find an opportunity to convey the news - such as throwing a note.

But a beautiful parking failure attracted the attention of the audience at once, and many people have the experience of being stared at by more than 100 people.

Can be watched by more than 100 ghosts, even if you are the prime minister, you have to be nervous and don’t know what to say, and say Happy Mid-Yuan Festival to the monsters? Or promulgate new welfare policies for them as citizens?

"Huh? What."

There was a monster with one eye, talking in a loud voice and watching, with big eyes occupying half of his face, staring at the person with hair all over his body.

One big eye is not bad, but the scary thing is that there is also a thousand-eyed demon, a galaxy-like eye that is enough to cause the outbreak of intensive phobia, all staring at the car that suddenly appeared.

As for other strange things, there are even more monsters that are not humanoid, or even composed of mud and bones, not even flesh and blood.

A group of monsters seems to be watching the ingredients tonight, or the kind that is delivered to the door, and can chase after the human flesh to eat.

"I, me, me."

Tsuchimikado laughed miserably. If there were no accidents, he felt that his life would definitely be frozen here.

The metal shells of high-end foreign imported cars can't give him the slightest sense of security. In front of monsters and monsters, these metal bodies may be torn apart with a little force.

He took a few deep breaths, his legs didn't mean to step out of the car door at all, until he saw the nearest tauren monster striding forward, he hurriedly opened the car door.

If you stay in the car any longer, you might actually die!

"Boom!"

But the two legs didn't follow orders at all. Tsuchimikado thought about getting out of the car generously and standing upright heroically, so as not to lose the prestige of Seimei's descendants and his own face.

But the body and the brain are obviously not on the same front. Tuyumen couldn't lift his feet at all, and he was directly thrown by the door and rolled to the ground with a bang.

"Ah! How can it be repaired!"

Rolling and crawling, Tsuchimikado assumed the standard island-landing posture.

Especially when it is matched with a sound, it is simply a model of the protagonist having to kneel in the **** romance.

"Moo huh?"

The bull-headed monster hesitated in its forward footsteps, and the big hoof hovered in the air, as if he didn't understand why a human being rolled off the square box.

And it's such a gift when we meet.

"Huh? What unexpected situation is this?"

Kameda was lying on the window, curiously looking at Kazuma Tsuchimikado who suddenly appeared.

He vaguely felt that the man on his knees looked familiar, but he only saw a vaguely profiled face.

Not only did the monster hesitate, but the audience watching the live broadcast of Kameda also exploded. In order to cope with the number of viewers who exploded, the huge network company specially allocated a number of lines for Kameda's exclusive use.

However, these are nothing compared to the profits brought by huge traffic.

[Which studio is this from? It's too hardcore. 】

[This is the real first-hand material, going deep into the gathering of Hundred Ghosts Night Walk... Hundred and Hundred Searches? 】

[Don't die for money, but I like this style. 】

[Three seconds, I want to find all the information in this live broadcast room. 】

Kameda gasped for breath, and the sense of crisis instantly came to the seat.

He felt that he had worked hard enough to penetrate deep into the city center in the terrifying Kyoto of Hundred Ghosts at Night, but who would have thought that there would be people who would sacrifice their lives to the extent of forgetting to die.

This is really deadly. ??

Such a bad competition with no bottom line is simply that the bad money in the entire live broadcast industry drives out the good money.

Is it possible to let yourself carry the camera to the downstairs alley and live broadcast at close range?

However, the barrage refreshed rapidly, and soon someone rummaged through all the live broadcast rooms in Kyoto.

[I didn't find this live room, it's not a close-up live broadcast of the anchor. 】

【Who is that guy on the ground. 】

[Will it be a human who has exploded for the second time in the middle, do you have any grievances and want to ask ghosts and gods? So he just knelt down directly on the ground. 】

[After the revenge is over, the soul will also be pulled into hell! 】

Many people have developed rich associations, the theory of revenge, and the theory of apprenticeship. There are all kinds of people who are watching this wave. I don’t know how many professional screenwriters are there. The drama culture for thousands of years has been mobilized and used.

"This person..." Kameda rubbed his eyes. The man on the ground seemed to be afraid of the tauren, so he moved his body back and finally revealed a face.

"It's Kazuma Tsuchimikado! He is a direct descendant of the Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei..."

As an expert of the folk occult agency, how could Kameda not know the stars in the Kyoto area.

Before waiting for many foreigners in the barrage to ask questions, Kameda himself made an introduction in English.

Let’s start with Abe Seimei. In order to facilitate the understanding of foreigners, Kameda also cited the example of the vampire hunter Lincoln.

Anyway, everyone is an exorcist, only one uses magic, the other uses physical methods.

The descendants of the Great Onmyoji knelt down to the demons and ghosts, the information contained in this is too great!

Is this a request for the monsters to raise their hands and not destroy Kyoto? Or do you want to betray humans and join the monster camp? Anyway, the more bizarre the guess~www.wuxiamtl.com~, the more in line with everyone's imagination.

Kameda just explained his identity and did not dare to comment on Tsuchimikado's practice. If one of them is not good, not only will the live broadcast room be banned, but he will be invited to eat pork chop rice.

"Don't have any **** scenes." Kameda prayed in his heart, fearing that the Minotaur monster would blow Tsuchimikado's head on the spot.

It doesn't matter whether you die or not, the important thing is not to ban yourself because of **** violence.

"This taste."

The bull-headed monster sniffed its nose, frowning in thought at first, an animal's face appeared contemplative, and the uncanny valley effect rose in the viewer's heart.

After thinking for a few seconds, the Minotaur stomped his feet.

"Hum!"

A pair of huge nostrils exhaled white hot air, even though they were separated by a distance of four or five meters, but when they touched the steaming heat a little, Tsuchiyamen still screamed miserably.

"Hot, hot, hot!" Tsuchimikado screamed mournfully, and he rolled on the ground while holding his steaming arms.

"He...is Abe Seimei's descendant!"

"The taste of this blood can't be wrong, it's him!"

The Minotaur gave a strange cry, and the cry contained endless anger.

Abe Seimei's descendants set all the ghosts on fire with a few words, and countless monsters have round eyes and grins.

Many monsters also sniffed their noses, and then showed a terrifying smile: "It's true, even if this **** smell has passed for a thousand years, I will not forget it!"

"I'm going to eat him!"

"Damn Abe Seimei, I'm going to tear up his descendants a little bit and put them in my mouth!"

"Give me some heart!"

Tsuchimikado smiled stupidly, only the crotch of his trousers could give him a little warmth in the cold.

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