The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 95 The Boy in My Heart (8)

Qian Xiaoyi shook his head and got up from the ground. The light strips on the side of the road were still emitting a soft, bright yellow light. There was no one in the tunnel except him. The surroundings were extremely quiet. He realized that he had been knocked directly into the ghost realm.

"Tsk, was I thrown out? I have to go back quickly. I hope nothing happens..." Qian Xiaoyi looked around and then ran towards the tunnel entrance.

Outside, Gumi sat on a stone pier, thinking about life in a daze. Because of what happened to Kuroda Nobunaga, he began to consider whether it would be better to give up this hobby. He did not organize any activities in the past two days, so it was very deserted outside the Kyuma Tunnel, with only the sound of the gasoline generator.

There were hurried footsteps in the tunnel. Guiwei turned around and saw that it was Qian Xiaoyi. Qian Xiaoyi ran up to him and asked, "Mr. Guiwei, can I borrow your motorcycle?"

Guiwei was stunned: "But you have already given the Nuhumaru... Never mind, I understand, take it and use it." Although he didn't know what Qian Xiaoyi was doing, through his contact with the Kuroda family, he probably knew that this young man was a real exorcist. It was his credit that Kuroda Nobunaga was able to wake up, and he should not make unreasonable demands.

"Thanks." Qian Xiaoyi took the key, got on Guwei's motorcycle and started the engine.

"Can you tell me what you are doing?" Guiwei couldn't help but ask.

Qian Xiaoyi said casually: "Save Kuroda Nobunaga, the more bastard one."

“Really?” Gumi smiled happily and gave a thumbs up: “I’ll leave that guy in your hands. Please do your part for me as well.”

"Okay!" Qian Xiaoyi rushed into the tunnel on his motorcycle. Watching his motorcycle go away, Guiwei said proudly: "Haha, it seems that my motorcycle is still very powerful. It accelerates so quickly..."

In the same place, in a different tunnel, the middle-aged Kuroda was riding the Nuhuomaru and gradually accelerating. This familiar feeling made him extremely comfortable, and the troubles in reality seemed to have temporarily left him.

"Nobunaga..."

The motorcycle passed by a bloody figure on the road, and the middle-aged Kuroda was awakened. His lips moved twice: "Yoichi."

The real pressure came upon him again. The middle-aged Kuroda understood that the memories of the past could only bring him deeper confusion and pain. He wanted to end it all completely. Then, he would no longer be confused, and everything would become natural.

The Nuhuomaru roared and rushed forward. The middle-aged Kuroda did not notice that the talisman on the body of the Nuhuomaru had been scratched. A thin black hair was floating behind the motorcycle, wriggling in the wind.

"So, what on earth is that guy doing here?"

At the front, the young Kuroda was very confused at this moment. That guy clearly attacked him and Yang Yi. Logically, he should be an enemy, but why did he save him just now?

While he was still thinking, Nuhumaru's voice came from behind him, and the young Kuroda suddenly realized: "What am I doing here? Can't I just ask that guy directly? It just so happens that that guy is coming over, so I'll ask him what he wants to do."

He slowed down and took the initiative to keep parallel with Nuhuwan, but he did not notice that the person leaning over Nuhuwan to drive was not Qian Xiaoyi at all.

"Hey, what do you want to do..."

"Go to hell, you bastard!" Just as the young Kuroda was about to ask a question, the middle-aged Kuroda kicked his motorcycle, almost causing the young Kuroda to crash and die. He twisted his bike on the road for a long time before he adjusted it. The young Kuroda was furious: "You guy, do you want to fight? Okay, make a noise..."

"Shut up! Stop saying such childish things!"

The louder voice stunned the young Kuroda. Only then did he see the person on Nuhumaru's body and said in surprise, "It's you!"

"Yes, it's me." The middle-aged Kuroda looked at his lifelong enemy with hatred, his eyes red. It was all because of this guy that his life was ruined. If only he were not there, if only he had not done those stupid things.

The young Kuroda's face was twisted with anger. He shouted, "You have the nerve to come to me, look what you have done? You actually made Nuhumaru look like that to a stranger. Are you still me?"

The middle-aged Kuroda was so angry that he laughed out loud: "What did I do? What did you do? You ruined my life! Time and time again! How many times have you given up on opportunities because of your so-called self-esteem and face? Every time you messed up, you would run away and make things worse. In the end, I had to go back to clean up the mess... I've had enough of you! I want to be a mature person and I don't need you to hinder me!"

"Are you definitely right?" the young Kuroda yelled, "Does it mean that you have to behave like this to be mature? Compromising blindly, caring about what others think of you, giving up your original principles again and again, doing things you don't like, constantly breaking the bottom line, and completely losing your original intention. Is this what it means to be mature? You are not me. You make me feel disgusted. I will never become as disgusting as you in the future, never! So I want to give you..."

"——Kill him!" the two Kurodas shouted at the same time.

At this moment, they were in sync. This was the first and only time they wanted to do the same thing, and they also chose the same rules without any prior agreement.

——Death Race.

Push the speed to the limit, use all means at the maximum speed, and only one of the two people can survive.

Elsewhere, Inuyama Heita was sweating profusely as he looked at the rearview mirror in his hand: "What should I do... Brother O is missing, and Mr. Kuroda secretly drove away his car and started fighting with me... Hey, stop fighting!"

"Brother Yi! Brother Yi, where are you?" Ah Jian shouted, "Even if you die, you must get us out of here first!"

"What you said is too unlucky, isn't it? Huh? Something is coming." Inuyama Heita pricked up his ears. It was the sound of a motorcycle, not coming from the mirror, but from the other direction of the tunnel!
Ah Jian became nervous: "Is it another monster? No~"

As the sound got closer, the two of them became nervous and looked at the other end of the tunnel. A car shadow gradually got bigger and passed directly by them without paying any attention to them, which made the two of them breathe a sigh of relief.

"Wait!" Ah Jian was sharp-eyed and asked in surprise, "That man seems to be Brother Yi. Where did he get the motorcycle from? He looks familiar."

"That car belongs to Uncle Kameo, which means that Brother Oto was knocked out of the ghost realm before." Inuyama Heita suddenly realized, and then he suddenly thought: "Wait, Uncle Kameo's car has not been processed in any way, and this time Brother Oto did not go through that kind of ceremony to get in, but this super-high speed method, which means..."

Ah Jian shuddered: "If there is a car accident this time, Brother Yi might really get into trouble!"

(End of this chapter)