The sky was overcast and it was raining cats and dogs.
Fujiwara Izaya held a transparent umbrella and pushed open the rusty iron gate of the yard.
A thick cherry tree came into view. The pink cherry blossoms were in full bloom in the night rain, and the petals were delicate. Apart from this, there were no other bright colors in the yard, and the branches and leaves of the cherry tree were so lush that the whole
The yard looked eerie and eerie.
The rain soaked the black soil, and a few water droplets fell on the umbrella, making a dull crashing sound.
After taking one last look at the cherry trees and confirming that there was something strange, Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the yard.
Across the courtyard, there is a small building with a two-story wooden structure.
Step onto the corridor.
"Squeak——"
The wooden floor made an overwhelming sound.
Fujiwara Izaya looked back at the cherry tree.
The light of the street lamp outside the wall shines on the leaves of the cherry trees, and deep in the lush leaves that cannot be illuminated, it seems that a faint whine reaches my ears through the damp and dark rain curtain.
The sound is out of tune.
It's like a ghost wailing.
This is not an auditory hallucination, but something is warning the intruder.
Fujiwara Izaya put away his umbrella and opened the door without looking back.
Suddenly, a fishy wind blew in the house, bringing a slight chill to the already cool air.
And it's getting colder and colder.
There was a rustling sound in my ears, as if something was crawling, and a cold feeling was approaching.
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly frowned beautifully.
It's very strange and dangerous, and it's an existence that ordinary people can't detect.
Only those with very keen senses can vaguely detect this gloomy atmosphere.
A pair of thin, bloodless hands appeared out of thin air and strangled Fujiwara Izaya's neck from behind: "All men must die——"
The vague female voice was slow, lifeless, and had a vague sense of unreality.
"Sister," Fujiwara Izaya asked in a kind voice, "can you let go of your hands first and let us sit down and talk calmly about what happened during your lifetime?"
The resentful spirit has almost no intelligence at all, and he also knows that such words are almost useless, but as a compassionate priest, he still wants to save him as much as possible if he can.
"All men must die——"
This time, the tone of his voice became extremely sad, as if he had been stimulated by something.
A stronger wind blew inside the house again, causing the doors and windows to rattle, and the small building seemed to be crumbling for a while.
"It's wrong for you to extend your hatred to all men. An honest and reliable high-quality man like me shouldn't be attacked indiscriminately by you..."
"All men must die——"
In an instant, the entire room became bone-chilling, and resentment so thick that it was almost liquefied flowed on the floor, forming a black river.
"Ms. Kishida, listen to my advice, otherwise I will call the police. You must know that in your current state, the police will not believe your lies..."
"All men must die——"
Gan!
Is this a repeater?
Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand, preparing to forcefully break open the hands that were gripping his neck.
Huh...
He was surprised to find that the skin of this resentful lady felt quite good.
It's delicate, smooth, and cool, a bit like frozen tofu, and you still want to touch it.
Spreading his hands, Fujiwara Izaya looked back.
A female ghost with a pale face and strangely scarlet eyes and lips came into view.
"All men have to-"
Fujiwara Rin clenched his fists and quickly accumulated strength.
If you can't be reformed, then be cremated!
Strong fluctuations burst out from his body, disrupting the almost stagnant airflow in the room.
This is the moment to eliminate harm for the people!
"So handsome!"
"Um?"
After seeing Fujiwara Izaya's face clearly, Miss Wraith exclaimed in surprise, then opened her hands and jumped forward into his arms.
this……
Are you also a pretty girl?
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes were dull, and a big question mark lit up on his head.
This sudden compliment made him a little confused. Although he was tired of hearing such vulgar compliments, it was his first time to be told that he was handsome by a wraith in such a terrifying environment.
Weirdly fresh.
The cold wind in the room stopped at this moment, and the resentment that was so thick that it became liquid also dissipated a lot.
"Little mage," Miss Wraith sobbed in her throat, staring at Fujiwara Izaya affectionately with her scarlet eyes: "I have an unfulfilled wish..."
"Uh, Miss Kishimoto, can you please..."
"I do."
Um?
From the tone of your voice, you seem to be quite shy?
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head slowly and looked at her pale face expressionlessly: "Are you going to use this to test the priest?"
Miss Wraith smiled crazily: "Is it okay?"
Pooh!
You're thinking shit!
After a brief period of unconsciousness, Fujiwara Izaya quickly returned to a calm state of mind.
He finally figured it out. This resentful spirit wanted him to be high-spirited when he came in, and his hind legs would be weak to support the wall when he came out.
But she miscalculated.
Fujiwara Izaya is not the kind of priest who needs the help of monsters to practice!
Although the first time he encountered the situation of being courted by a resentful spirit, he was somewhat surprised, but with the experience of removing spirits many times, he almost understood what was going on.
The behavioral logic of resentful spirits is usually influenced by the obsessions they had during their lifetime.
Judging from the information given by the client, the resentful spirit in front of her was killed in this house by her somewhat ugly boyfriend. Based on her current behavior, it is speculated that she should have two obsessions.
1: Find revenge on ordinary men.
Two: Handsome guy Bao Fu.
The current situation is to either kill her directly or take her home and raise her as a girlfriend.
As the saying goes, as long as you are brave, a female ghost can take maternity leave...forget it, Fujiwara Izaya has no idea of becoming a father so soon.
so.
Just destroy it!
"Miss Kishimoto, I will help you get out of here."
A voice as gentle as jade sounded, and Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand and pressed it on her forehead.
The scarlet blood in Miss Wraith's eyes suddenly burst out, as if she had sensed something and was preparing to fight to the death.
The next second.
The bright yellow demonic fire swept through her body, burning her clothes, hair, body, including her remaining obsessions.
moment.
Purify everything.
Miss Wraith was evaporated on the spot before she could scream.
The firelight disappeared in an instant, and everything calmed down.
【Daily spirit removal】
【Points +300】
The system popped up a prompt, and Fujiwara Izaya exited the room and came to the cherry tree again.
Perhaps it was because the resentful spirit had disappeared. Without the obstruction of resentment, he immediately noticed the corpse buried underneath.
Reach out.
Fujiwara-kun weeps his cherry tree upside down.
There was a muffled sound of "brush!" and the entire cherry tree was uprooted.
Throwing the tree aside and not looking at how miserable the bodies in the pit were, Fujiwara Izaya walked out of the yard easily. The middle-aged man who had been waiting for a long time in the distance immediately came up to him and looked at him with a very nervous expression.
he.
"Master Mage, are you done?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Shimada, Ms. Kishimoto's ghost has been purified, and she can be repopulated after cleaning it up. In addition, her body is buried under the cherry tree. Could you please Mr. Shimada, please inform the Metropolitan Police Department and her family."
As soon as he heard that all the corpses had been found, Mr. Shimada immediately felt relieved. He took out a prepared wad of cash from his briefcase and handed it to Fujiwara Izaya.
"Excuse me, Master Mage. This is a reward. Please accept it."
No more, no less, just 300,000 yen.
By the way, the average price for ghost removal services in the Tokyo area is around 500,000 yen.
The trend of "seniority discrimination" is very serious in Japanese society, and the same is true within Shintoism.
The older the priests are, the more expensive they are, which can reach tens of millions of yen; conversely, the younger the priests are, the lower the price is. The risk is the lowest, and the E-class, which is not life-threatening, can even be commissioned for tens of thousands of yen.
As for why the volume is so low...
First: Delegation is very important.
Each time a commission is completed, corresponding points can be obtained in Yin Yang Lao. Different points correspond to different professional titles. In layman's terms, they are the levels of official clerical civil servants.
Second: The society is too harmonious and there are not enough ghosts.
The price of 50,000 yen is too low for you, but many of your peers are willing to grab it for 40,000 yen.
As long as you have enough credits when you are young, you can advance to the professional title faster. Once you have the qualifications, the unit price of soul removal will go up, not to mention that high-level clergy will also have a lot of welfare subsidies and life privileges.
Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand to take the money and handed Mr. Shimada a business card.
"If you encounter something like this in the future, just come to the shrine and find me."
"Asakusa Shrine..." Mr. Shimada looked at the words on the business card and said in surprise: "Isn't there only Sensoji Temple in Asakusa area? When did there be an additional shrine?"
"Old store reopens."
Fujiwara Izaya smiled faintly, held an umbrella and left.
Behind him, Mr. Shimada clasped his hands together and bowed devoutly to his back.
A white light point that could not be seen by ordinary people surged out of his body, drifted through the dark rain curtain, and finally merged into Fujiwara Izaya's body.