Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Tsuchimikado Kazuma's plan was to enter the city quietly, not to shoot a gun, and quietly walk into the world of Hyakki Yako, looking for an opportunity to convey the news - such as throwing a note.

However, a beautiful parking failure attracted the attention of the audience at once. Many people have the experience of being watched by more than a hundred people.

But being watched by more than a hundred ghosts, even if you are the prime minister, you have to be nervous and don't know what to say. Say happy ghost festival to the monsters? Or promulgate new welfare policies for them as citizens?

"Huh? Something."

A monster with one eye spoke in a low voice and stared at it. The big eyes that took up half of the face were staring at the hairy people all over.

One big eye is not bad, but what is frightening is that there is also a thousand-eyed demon, whose star-like eyes are enough to make people panic phobia, all staring at the car that suddenly appeared.

As for other strange monsters, there are even more monsters that are not human-shaped, or even made of mud and bones, and are not even flesh and blood.

A group of monsters seemed to be watching tonight's ingredients, or the kind of human sashimi that could be chased and eaten.

"Me, me, me."

Tsuchimikado Kazuma 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 bring him the slightest sense of security. In front of ghosts and ghosts, these metal bodies may be torn apart with a slight force.

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

If I stay in the car any longer, I'm afraid I'm really going to die!

"Boom!"

But the two legs didn't listen at all, Tsuchimikado Kazu really wanted to get out of the car generously, and then stand upright with a heroic spirit, so as not to lose Seimei's prestige and his own face.

But the body and the brain are obviously not on the same front, and Tsuchimikado couldn't lift his feet at all, and was directly knocked by the car door, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ah! How can it be repaired!"

Rolling and crawling, Tsuchimikado assumed the standard Shimuni Satoshi posture.

Especially when paired with a single sound, how can it be repaired?

"Moo huh?"

The Minotaur hesitated in its forward steps, and its big hoof hovered in the air, as if it didn't understand why a human being rolled down from the square box.

And it's such a big gift as soon as we meet.

"Huh? What kind of accident is this?"

Kameda lay on the window, curiously watching Kazuma Tsuchimikado who suddenly appeared.

He vaguely felt that the kneeling man looked familiar, but he only saw the side profile.

Not only the monster hesitated, but also the audience who were watching Kameda's live broadcast room exploded. In order to cope with the explosion of viewers, the huge network company specially allocated multiple lines for Kameda's exclusive use.

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

[Which live broadcast room is this from? It's too hardcore. 】

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

[I don’t want to die for money, but I like this style. 】

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

Kameda suffocated, and the sense of crisis instantly came to the table.

He felt that he had worked hard enough to go deep into the center of the city in the terrifying Kyoto of the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts, but who would have thought that there would be people who would risk their lives to such an extent.

This is really fatal.

Such vile competition without a bottom line is basically the bad money driving out the good money in the entire live broadcasting industry.

Is it possible that I have to let myself carry the camera to the alley downstairs and live broadcast at close range?

However, the bullet screen was refreshed rapidly, and soon someone searched all the live broadcast rooms in Kyoto.

[I didn't find this live broadcast room, it wasn't the live broadcast at close range from the anchor. 】

[Who is the guy on the ground. 】

[Could it be a human being who has exploded twice in the middle school, what kind of hatred does he want to ask the ghosts and gods? That's why he knelt down 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 watching this wave. There are countless professional screenwriters. Thousands of years of drama culture have 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 backwards, and a face finally appeared.

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

As an expert of the Civilian Supernatural 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.

Starting with Seimei Abe, Kameda also cited the example of Lincoln, the vampire hunter, for the convenience of foreigners to understand.

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

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

Is this asking the monsters to hold their hands high and not destroy Kyoto? Or do you want to betray humans and join the monster camp? Anyway, the more bizarre the guess, the more it fits everyone's fantasy-seeking imagination.

Kameda just explained his identity and dared not comment on Kazuma Tsuchimikado's actions. If one of them could not speak well, not only would the live broadcast room be banned, but he would also be invited to eat pork chop rice.

"Don't have a bloody scene." Kameda prayed in his heart, fearing that the minotaur would kill Kazuma Tsuchimikado on the spot.

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

"This taste."

The minotaur sniffed its nose, first frowning in thought, an animal face appeared in thought, and the uncanny valley effect rose in the hearts of the viewers.

After thinking for a few seconds, the Minotaur suddenly realized what it was doing and stomped its feet.

"Humph!"

A pair of huge nostrils exhaled white hot air. Even though there was a distance of four or five meters, Tsuchimikado Kazuma still screamed miserably when he slightly touched the steaming heat.

"Hot, hot, hot!" Tsuchimikado Kazuma yelled miserably, rolling on the ground screaming as he hugged his steaming arm.

"He...is a descendant of Abe Seimei!"

"The taste of this blood is unmistakable, it's him!"

The Minotaur screamed strangely, and there was endless anger in the cry.

Abe Seimei's descendants set all the ghosts on fire with a few words, and countless monsters' eyes were rounded, and all of them grinned.

Many monsters also sniffed their noses, and then showed a creepy smile: "It's true, even if a thousand years have passed, I will never forget this damn smell!"

"I'm going to eat him!"

"Damn Abe Seimei, I'm going to tear up his descendants bit by bit and stuff them into my mouth!"

"Share me a little!"

Tsuchimikado Kazuma smiled foolishly, only his crotch could give him a little warmth in his cold body.