The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 708 Hope and Despair (11)

He said he wanted to help, but as a newcomer who had just become a psychic not long ago, Shichijo Masato had no idea what to do in this situation.

"Anyway...just knock that guy down, right?" Nanajo Masato looked at Saito Yuichi who was kneeling on the ground and constantly attacking his body, and swallowed.

"Weapons, are there any weapons..." He looked around, but didn't see any props that he could pick up in the ghost realm, so he could only muster up his courage, raised his fist, and walked towards Saito Yuichi.

"Don't go over there, Mr. Nanajo!" Inuyama Heita was horrified when he saw this, but at this moment he was trying his best to resist the black tangles in his body and could not make any sound. He could only shout in his heart: "This is a ghost town! Ordinary attacks are completely ineffective! We have to find a way to stop him! Oh, right..."

Just when Nanajo Masato was about to punch Saito Yuichi hard, someone suddenly hugged his thigh.

"President Nanajo! Please stop!" The middle-aged office worker cried, "Don't use violence. This will get the company into troublesome lawsuits."

"Lawsuit? What lawsuit? Let me go!" Nanajo Masato was a little anxious. After all, anyone who was hugged by a middle-aged Mediterranean man would be anxious. Nanajo Masato said, "You are Heitaro's subordinate, right? At a time like this, you should help me instead of holding me back!"

He struggled to take another step forward, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged office worker threw him to the ground. Just when Nanajo Masato was getting a little angry, he looked up and was stunned.

The middle-aged office worker stood in front of him, already strung together like a sieve by the black lines. Not far away, Saito Yuichi made a "tsk" sound, withdrew his hand, and continued to struggle against the disgusting power in his body.

"Boss, be careful..." the office slave said with a swear word.

Nanajo Masato was so frightened by this scene that his heart suddenly stopped. He quickly moved away from Saito Yuichi, the source of danger, and asked, "Um...are you okay?"

The office animal turned into a puddle of mud, then re-formed, gave a thumbs-up to Shichijo Masato, and said with a forced smile: "For the sake of the company, I'm fine, please don't fire me, please, I have a family to support..."

"You don't look like you're okay at all!" Nanajo Masato shouted at the weak look of the office worker.

"In any case, please don't go near there again." The office worker rubbed his hands and said flatteringly, "President, you are the most important person in the company. You must not put yourself in danger."

Nanajo Masato was a little touched. If this was his employee, he would definitely give this guy a raise.

Ah, no, now is not the time to discuss this, and he is not a young master anymore.

"Since I can't help Heitaro defeat the enemy, I can only help him share the damage." Nanajo Masato took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards Inuyama Heita.

Inuyama Heita tried his best to use his eyes to prevent Shichijo Masato from approaching him. The chaotic cognition in his body was not ordinary stuff. If it were not for the power of the human-faced dog and the help of Ken, even he would not be able to resist. If it were Shichijo Masato, a half-baked psychic, it might be even worse.

"Boss! Don't do this, Boss!" The middle-aged office worker quickly pulled Nanajo Masato and said, "How can you let the Boss do this kind of thing yourself? It's too dangerous!"

Nanajo Masato said with a firm look in his eyes: "Although I am not a powerful psychic, I am confident in this matter. Please believe me, Heitaro. If you want to know why... here is the evidence!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a black line on Inuyama Heita's body. When the line touched Shichijo Masato's hand, it went straight into Shichijo Masato's skin like a fly smelling blood, and moved along the blood vessels in his arm. Shichijo Masato gritted his teeth and swayed for a while, but finally stabilized.

"He actually...actually managed to bear it?!" There was surprise in Inuyama Heita's eyes.

"I can bear it! Don't underestimate me, Heitaro. I am a member of society after all, and my ability to withstand is much better than yours." Nanajo Masato smiled. His part-time job in the dark during this period was not in vain. He encountered many cases of vengeful spirits during this period.

And it was during this period of time that Shichijo Masato discovered a talent of his own, which was that his ability to withstand curses, resentment and the like was much stronger than that of ordinary people, at least that's what Terao Iku said.

When Terao Iku discovered this, he was also amazed. At that time, he was a step late because of the evil spirit's trick. Just when he thought that Nanajo Masato had been harmed by the evil spirit, Nanajo Masato endured all the resentment.

When Terao Iku was helping him deal with the remaining resentment afterwards, he asked, "Masato, how did you do that? You can actually handle that level of resentment."

Nanajo Masato thought about it and said with a wry smile: "Maybe... it's because I'm used to it?"

"Get used to it? Can you get used to this kind of thing?"

The image of his relatives in the ward flashed through Nanajo Masato's mind, and he said, "I was also tortured by the curse, and I also tried to help others share the curse, so I know that feeling very well. Over time, I slowly got used to that feeling..."

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"So, let me share the pain with you!" Nanajo Masato raised his head and reached out his hand to the black lines behind Inuyama Heita.

Those black lines pierced into Shichijo Masato's arms with joy, and continued to penetrate deeper and deeper, gradually covering Shichijo Masato's entire body. Shichijo Masato's blood vessels turned black at this time, and veins on his face bulged. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Heitaro! Give me all those damn things!"

This time, he took the initiative to grab those black lines and pulled them out with force, gradually transferring all the despair in Inuyama Heita's body into his own body.

"Guwa!" A mouthful of black water spurted out of Nanajo Masato's mouth, and this time it was his turn to kneel on the ground.

Inuyama Heita finally stood up and asked worriedly, "Mr. Nanajo! You..."

"Don't worry about me, I can still hold on!" Nanajo Masato turned around and looked at Inuyama Heita with bloodshot eyes, saying painfully: "Kill the enemy now! Go!"

"I understand!" Inuyama Heita also understood that the faster he dealt with the enemy, the faster he could help Shichijo Masato deal with those things, so he strode towards the direction of Saito Yuichi.

Saito Yuichi heard footsteps and looked up. At this time, he had two faces, one was his own and the other was that of the office worker Oda. It looked like a human-faced tumor had grown on his face, which was very weird.

"Actually... he recovered before me?" Saito Yuichi murmured.

(End of this chapter)