The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 94 The Boy in My Heart (7)

"Follow me if you dare!" Young Kuroda threatened and actually accelerated and ran towards the bend.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? Idiot!" Qian Xiaoyi cursed. The reason why he didn't use any offensive means was because he was concerned about this guy. As a separated consciousness, or a part of the soul, if it was harmed in the ghost realm, it might dissipate directly. In that case, all Qian Xiaoyi's efforts would be wasted.

Qian Xiaoyi could only speed up again and try his best to catch up, while complaining with a headache: "Kuroda, are you listening? The younger version of you is just an arrogant bastard!"

The middle-aged Kuroda said, "I know, I know he is a bastard, you don't need to remind me of this. So, don't bother with him anymore, just let him stay in this dark tunnel, with that dead man, daydreaming forever."

"You don't have the final say on this." Qian Xiaoyi said, "This is my commission! Isn't it just five consecutive hairpin turns? I'll show you!"

Qian Xiaoyi followed the young Kuroda into the bend. The young Kuroda looked in the rearview mirror and shouted, "How dare you follow me? Your courage is commendable. This level is worthy of me personally defeating you... Tsk, you despicable villain!"

"Did you dodge it?" Qian Xiaoyi retrieved the ink line with one hand. He controlled it himself, and it was difficult to control the direction when driving at high speed. Now that he was about to turn, he could only temporarily put aside the idea of ​​catching Kuroda and deal with the current predicament first. However, the trick of reversing the direction of the universe before did not work in front of this kind of bend, so Qian Xiaoyi finally slowed down and let Kuroda pass first.

"That's all. You don't dare to rush forward? Then I'll go first." Kuroda's racing skills are also very good. He drifted smoothly through the corner and entered the next corner.

"Looks like I still have to use this thing..." Qian Xiaoyi took out a constantly squirming hair with a serious expression and placed it on Nuhuwan's body. As soon as the hair touched Nuhuwan, it immediately merged into it. The visible resentment almost distorted the aura around Nuhuwan. Qian Xiaoyi quickly pressed the compass and activated the talisman on Nuhuwan's body.

As the spell was activated, the resentment began to flow back and poured into the interior of the motorcycle again. Then, four pairs of white arms wrapped with ink lines extended out from the motorcycle, each hand holding a pair of sharp scissors, making Nuhumaru look like a weird big spider.

"Slit-mouthed woman, let me borrow your strength. Only you can fight against Granny Turbine!" Qian Xiaoyi put his hand on the compass and shouted at the moment of turning: "Now!"

Under Qian Xiaoyi's control, the four arms on one side stabbed the scissors into the wall at the corner, while the arms on the other side slid the scissors across the ground, creating sparks. In this way, Qian Xiaoyi forced the turn without slowing down and caught up with the young Kuroda.

“How could this happen!” The young Kuroda saw the monster behind him through the rearview mirror, with a panic on his face, but he calmed down the next second. He seemed to be humiliated and gritted his teeth and said, “Before, you just scribbled and now you’ve made this kind of thing on my Angry Tiger Maru… You want a competition, right? Then come on! Who’s afraid of you!”

The middle-aged Kuroda saw his younger self talking like this with a complicated expression. He muttered to himself, "This guy's old problem is coming back. Once fear appears in his heart, he will immediately replace it with anger for the sake of his face, and then do some stupid things to prove that he is not afraid. What's even more ridiculous is that doing so usually messes up a lot of things, but he actually regards this behavior as self-esteem and courage... How stupid."

But he would not remind Qian Xiaoyi. He now wished that his younger self would die there and be forgotten forever.

"Come on! Only cowards will slow down!" The young Kuroda desperately twisted the accelerator and increased the horsepower to the limit. He calculated the lead time and began to drift the motorcycle. He barely completed the turn with an incredible bend. The shoes that touched the ground for auxiliary braking began to smoke!

"How is it? So easy~" the young Kuroda said proudly: "You can still..."

Click, click. The eight arms that grew out of Nuhuwan's body appeared in the rearview mirror, waving scissors with their teeth bared. Qian Xiaoyi followed suit, completing the turn with sparks and lightning. What kind of hairpin bends can all be broken with this crude method! The efficiency is comparable to the legendary drainage ditch cornering method.

"Damn it!" The young Kuroda cursed, and rushed to the next hairpin with sweat on his forehead. With the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the young Kuroda and Qian Xiaoyi passed another U-shaped bend. The slope in front was getting steeper and steeper, almost 20 degrees. The young Kuroda's palms began to tremble. He had never run such a fatal bend before, downhill, hairpin bends, five in a row - and in a fucking tunnel, he couldn't see the next bend! Any mistake could kill him.

But the more fear he felt, the angrier the young Kuroda became. He didn't want to lose, nor did he want to admit defeat! So he roared and rushed towards the next hairpin turn.

"He's finished." muttered the middle-aged Kuroda.

Qian Xiaoyi noticed that something was wrong with the other party and spoke out to stop him: "Hey, slow down, slow down! That turn is too sharp!" The ink line in his hand flew forward.

The young Kuroda was cornering desperately, his thighs almost touching the ground. He tried his best to control the motorcycle, trying to complete this crazy drift, but the situation was out of his control. He could only watch in despair as the motorcycle crashed into the wall with strong inertia.

"I won, go back..." Qian Xiaoyi shouted.

At this moment, the plumb line hit the huge seat back of the motorcycle. Qian Xiaoyi took his hands off the handlebars and pulled the plumb line with all his strength. At the critical moment, he corrected the trajectory of the motorcycle and successfully turned it almost by brushing the wall. At the same time, he also straightened the tilted motorcycle, allowing the young Kuroda to escape the crisis of rollover.

boom!
"Brother Yi!"

"Brother Yi!"

However, Qian Xiaoyi's action caused Nuhuomaru to lose control and crash into the wall, overturning. Inuyama Heita and Ken quickly ran to the front of the tunnel to check on Qian Xiaoyi.

"Hu~Hu~" The young Kuroda panted and looked back, muttering in confusion: "Why did he save me? Could it be that... he is not an enemy?"

When Inuyama Heita and Ajian arrived at the scene of the car accident, they only saw the overturned Nuhuomaru, but Qian Xiaoyi was missing.

"Where is Brother Yi?" Inuyama Heita asked curiously.

Ah Jian said hurriedly: "Maybe he was knocked away, hurry up and look for him nearby!"

While the two men were frantically searching for Qian Xiaoyi, the middle-aged Kuroda silently helped Nuhumaru up, rode on it, and started the engine.

"What?" After Inuyama Heita and Ken heard the sound, the middle-aged Kuroda had already ridden his motorcycle towards the depths of the tunnel. This matter had dragged on for too long, and he decided to make a break for it. He decided...

——Killed his younger self with his own hands.

(End of this chapter)