Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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"Ah!!" With another scream, the biker fell to his knees. The girl jumped up, stepped on his shoulder, and soared more than two meters into the air. She swung her two sticks and spun in the air, as if the sticks were heavier than her.

When she reached the next person, she spun around and swung her staff down. This action reminded Yang Ping of a comic book he had borrowed from his younger brother, in which some characters using dual swords attacked giants by spinning around like this.

"Hey!"

That black stick seemed indestructible; all the steel pipes and baseball bats couldn't withstand a single round from her, and yet another biker was knocked to the ground.

Chapter 79 Lu Zijun

A tiger enters a flock of sheep... but this tiger seems a bit small.

The petite girl was wearing a black cloak, from which two sticks extended. The two sticks resembled slender octagonal pagodas. Yang Ping couldn't recognize what they were, but he was certain they were some kind of ancient weapon.

Spinning, hunting, moving as fast as a wolf yet as small as a mouse, the girl weaves through people, and every time she strikes, someone falls with a scream.

But at least she could tell that the bald thugs weren't bad people and hadn't attacked them. Yang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, clutching the abrasion on her head that was slowly stopping its bleeding. She felt that everything that had happened today was beyond her imagination.

After a while, the ground was covered with biker gang members. The bald guys helped Yangping up from the ground, and Yangping limped as he looked at the girl.

The girl stood on a motorcycle, tucked two sticks into the leather holster on her back, and took off the hood of her cloak.

She had delicate features and a neat princess cut hairstyle that reminded Yang Ping of a character named Ai Haibara from one of the few anime he had ever seen. But the girl in front of him was undoubtedly more special. Her eyes were bright and piercing, and her face was cold and stern, giving her a somewhat bitter and resentful look.

Standing on the roof of the car, she asked in Chinese, "Hey... you with the buzz cut, why do you smell like that evil spirit from the other day?"

Hinata looked confused.

He doesn't understand!

Yang Ping shrugged and shrank back: "What? What did you say?"

Do you speak Japanese?

The girl sighed: "Do I really have to go to a tutoring class...? I really hate tutoring classes the most!"

At this moment, a henchman next to him said, "Brother Yangping, this little girl seems to be speaking Chinese!"

Yangping rolled her eyes: "I can tell... but does anyone here understand Chinese?"

The delinquents looked at each other in bewilderment.

If you know a foreign language, why would you need to be a delinquent?

"Wait, Brother Yangping!" The younger brother pulled out his phone from his pocket, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "We can use a translation app! We can recognize what she's saying and translate it into Japanese!"

Previously, homeless people rarely had smartphones, after all, Japan is a strange country that was still producing flip phones like crazy in 2020.

Yang Ping looked around and saw that all his underlings were bruised and badly beaten. If the girl hadn't suddenly appeared, they would have been beaten up badly today.

But the girl's fighting power was like... like Kiryu Toudou's unreasonable power, which puzzled Yang Ping. Why had he never encountered such a person before?

He took the phone from his underling, turned on the translator, carefully walked up to the girl, waved the phone to indicate that he meant no harm, and then activated the voice recognition function.

The girl understood what he meant, and tried her best to hide her accent, speaking in Sichuan-Chongqing-accented Mandarin: "I'm asking you, why do you smell like an evil spirit! Was the evil spirit here that day you?"

After finishing the translation, Yangping initially thought the translation software had made a mistake, and even turned around and said, "Hey, Goto, is this software any good? I can't understand a single sentence of the translation."

The underling, nicknamed Goto, rubbed his bald head and said, "No way, Brother Yohei, this is the latest... I used it to cheat in English class!"

"You bastard, English and Chinese are completely different things!" Yang Ping cursed, both annoyed and amused.

Turning back, he spoke sheepishly into the translation software, which then translated it into Chinese:

"Sorry, I didn't quite understand what you just said."

The girl clicked her tongue impatiently and said, "I'm asking you, were you here a week ago when these people came to cause trouble?"

He understood what Yangping meant and quickly shook his head, saying, "No, I wasn't here that day. What's wrong?"

The girl sighed, jumped off the motorcycle, looked Yangping up and down, then pointed to the phone in his hand, indicating that she should take it.

Ignoring the strange looks from his underling Goto behind him, Yangping went up and handed the phone to the girl.

The girl took the phone, fiddled with it for a bit, and then used a translation app to ask, "Where did you go today? Did you see any unusual people? Have you encountered any paranormal events recently?"

supernatural event?

Yangping looked around and glanced at the biker gang members who had been knocked unconscious.

...Does seeing a 1.5-meter-tall girl beat up more than a dozen biker gang members count?

But after thinking it over, he shook his head: "No, I haven't encountered that before... I've been with my underlings all day, what's wrong? Little sister?"

The girl didn't mind being called "little sister" and continued translating, "Are you sure? Have you been feeling weak or lethargic lately?"

Yangping patted his arm. "Hmm, I feel strong."

He shook his head again; despite being covered in blood, he was in great spirits!

The henchmen whispered among themselves, "Did Brother Yangping get stunned after being beaten just now?"

"You're the ones who've been beaten senseless!" Yang Ping roared as he turned around.

Then he looked at the girl and replied, "No! Nothing has been wrong lately."

The girl frowned and thought for a long time, then tapped her head and complained, "As expected, using my brain isn't for me," but this was not translated.

She continued, "Lower your head, I see something evil about your head, let me see what's going on."

Hearing this, Yang Ping felt a little uncomfortable, and his face flushed slightly. After all, it was quite a surprise to have a young girl pat his head...

If a delinquent high school student in uniform lets a 1.5-meter-tall girl touch his head, wouldn't he lose face?

Seeing his hesitation, the girl snorted coldly, "Hurry up!"

Yang Ping shuddered, but ultimately succumbed to the girl's tyranny, bowing slightly to ease his embarrassment.

The girl frowned as she looked at his bald head.

In her eyes, faint black resentment swirled above Yang Ping's head. This resentment had invigorated Yang Ping's spirit, making him exceptionally well-behaved today. Judging from the intensity of the resentment... it must have only started bothering him today.

This resentment is not harmful at all; in fact, it is more like spiritual energy than resentment. But this is even stranger, as resentment is a mixture of resentment and spiritual energy, like a product of spiritual energy mixed with impurities.

This thing is inherently cold and evil, so why is it so honest?

Who did this?

Moreover, judging from the feeling, it should be the same evil spirit that came here that day.

Has he been exposed? Is this guy after him?

The girl reluctantly believed that Yangping was innocent, but this might be a message from that guy.

He knew he was here, and even knew the thugs in front of him would come here, hence leaving this signal! Was it a greeting or a demonstration? Had he been hiding his identity in Tokyo, yet still been exposed?

The girl kept imagining things, her hands constantly rubbing Yangping's head; the fluffy stubble felt quite nice to the touch.

Yangping wanted to move but dared not, fearing that the girl would slap him and pin him to death.

Finally, the girl had touched him enough, took two steps back, and Yangping asked, "Um... I should be alright, right?"

"It's alright, it's alright. Since you're not looking for revenge, drag these people out of here, understand? By the way, what's your name?"

Yohei nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand... My name is Katsuta Yohei, and yours is..."

The girl giggled: "My name is Lu Zijun."

Chapter 80 He brought about a tremendous change in the world.

Near Koenji Station in Nakano Ward, Tokyo.

Lu Zizhen parked her car in a parking lot, chewed gum, took out her sunglasses from her bag, put them on, and complained about the weather.

"On such a sunny day, I still have to meet that group of bald guys. I'm afraid one pair of sunglasses won't be enough."

His bald head is too shiny.

Unlike in China, where Buddhism is simply divided into Central Plains Buddhism and Tibetan Buddhism, Japanese Buddhism is divided into many sects, much like the deep-rooted sectarian tradition of the Japanese people. This fondness for small groups is deeply ingrained in their traditional consciousness and cannot be changed.

Different Buddhist sects sometimes worship different Buddhas, and their rules and regulations also vary completely. It is common for them to allow drinking alcohol, eating meat, and even getting married.

Lu Zizhen walked to the street corner, slowly descended the narrow staircase into the underground, and then pushed open a frosted glass door. Next to the frosted glass door hung an advertising sign.

"Monk Bar"

As the name suggests, the staff and owner here are all monks. At night, it is a bar open to everyone, while during the day, when people don't drink, it is the territory of exorcists. This is one of Lu Zizhen's sources of information.

As you walk in, there's a bar counter on the left with a whole wall of aged wines behind it, and booths on the right, making full use of the narrow space.

After all, entertaining customers isn't their main job.

Near the bar were two men dressed in plain blue monk robes. One was tall and thin, holding a board and counting the drinks behind the bar, while the other sat in front of the bar smoking and playing on his phone. He was quite in line with the times.

Meanwhile, several people were sitting in the booths, engaged in a heated discussion.

The bar was dimly lit with warm yellow light and air conditioning, which made it quite cozy.

Lu Zizhen pushed open the door, causing the bell on the door to shake. The crisp sound attracted everyone's attention. People turned their gaze to the doorway, and many showed surprised expressions when they saw that it was Lu Zizhen.

The monk behind the bar, who was holding a board, recovered from his surprise and smiled, "Miss Lu, I'm very happy to see you safe and sound."

"Happy?" Lu Zizhen stepped on the footrest of the trash can, then spat her chewing gum into it, saying, "Forget it. You'll only be happy when I die, but what a pity, I didn't die."

"It seems Miss Lu has already visited the Blue Demon Mansion and gained quite a bit?"

Lu Zizhen walked to the bar and sat down. She glanced at the monk smoking next to her, then at the people in the bar, sneered, took out a photo from her bag, and threw it on the bar.

In the photo, the blue demon is impaled on the goddess statue, utterly dead.

"A place that raises ghosts, and a ghost that has killed thirty people. Ah, that is the truth about the Blue Ghost Mansion."

The tall, thin monk behind the bar squinted, picked up the photo and examined it closely, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Such a powerful blue demon is still no match for Miss Lu."

Lu Zizhen shook her finger: "No, it wasn't me who killed it, but my jelly bean."

"Fall Guy..." Upon hearing this, the tall, thin monk asked curiously, "Miss Lu, I've wanted to ask before, that Fall Guy... is he an exorcist like you, or something like your shikigami?"

"Shikigami? Have you ever seen any shikigami that strong?" Lu Zizhen said, pointing at the bar counter. "Make me a drink."

The tall, thin monk nodded and fell silent. He began to take wine from the wine rack behind him with practiced ease, suggesting that Lu Zizhen had her own preferred menu.

The monk, who had been playing on his phone, chimed in, "If it were before, we definitely wouldn't have believed that the jelly bean was a shikigami. After all, according to common sense, shikigami can only exist in a virtual form and must have a physical entity to influence other physical entities."

"But... Miss Lu may not know this, but recently, both Shintoists and Onmyoji have been increasing their magical power, and there are already people who can directly control shikigami."

The trendy monk pointed behind him: "Those people from Kyoto are like that."

Lu Zizhen turned her head curiously.

In this world, beings like shikigami are essentially similar to Doutang's clone, Tangdou. Their principle is to subdue vengeful spirits or sentient souls for their own use. Through various tools, shikigami can appear in the world in an illusory form or influence the material world by attaching themselves to something.

Just like enchanting, for example, you can enhance your blade with the spirit of a vengeful spirit that died in a fire, making the blade hot enough to cut spirits.

As for the kind of magic that can create many physical vengeful spirits by scattering a large number of paper figures... it does not exist in this world.

But what did the monk just say? Directly command the shikigami?

The two women and one man sitting at the bar nodded. One of the women, with long black hair, said, "The famous Miss Lu, this is the first time I've met you in person. It's a pleasure to meet you. We are Onmyoji from Kyoto."

Lu Zizhen nodded. She had no interest in who these people were; she just wanted to know if what the monk had said earlier was true.

"I heard that you can directly command shikigami?"

The black-haired woman nodded and waved gently.

A fiery aura emerged from nothingness, accompanied by the whistling wind. The flames intertwined and condensed, transforming into a nearly materialized fox, which sat obediently on the table, causing the air in the narrow bar to rise several degrees.

Lu Zizhen was utterly shocked. She stood up, her face grave: "You... how is this possible? How could this be?"

If you really want to talk about it, exorcism is sometimes like fighting against something ethereal and intangible. These invisible things influence everything in the real world with their resentment and hatred, and cause trouble through various physical entities.

Whether it was the female ghost or the green ghost, it was the same. Only by grasping the physical entity could they truly influence this world. Otherwise, ordinary vengeful spirits could only give people nightmares.

And now... that fiery red fox is so real, you can see every single hair on its body clearly!

The black-haired woman seemed quite pleased with Lu Zizhen's shock. She drew a circle with one finger, and the fire fox leaped lightly off the table, jumped down, and took a few steps to Lu Zizhen. It circled around her legs, and Lu Zizhen could clearly feel the heat emanating from it.

The fire fox returned to the table and then vanished in a puff of gray smoke.

The black-haired woman wiped the sweat from her face and said, "Miss Lu, do you believe me now?"

Lu Zizhen frowned.

"...When did this phenomenon begin?"

The black-haired woman thought for a moment and said, "It was probably a year ago, during the same summer. One night, everyone noticed that their magical power had begun to increase."

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