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Chapter 40 40. This punch is called the iron fist of materialism.

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What kind of cutie is this?

Ito Takumi blinked vigorously, then looked back at the three people opposite.

"Did you see anything?" he asked tremblingly.

"Don't be afraid," Fujiwara Rin also comforted him, "It's just a female ghost."

"Ok?"

Ito Takumi felt that this was very wrong.

But before he could turn his head around, a pair of extremely cold hands wrapped around his waist from behind.

The female wraith rested her chin on his shoulder, pressed her half-rotten lips against the tip of his nose, and coquettishly said in a creepy voice like sand slicing across a glass surface: "Last time you served him so comfortably. Ah, do it again, or I'll kill you."

Gan!
Ito Takumi's pupils shrank.

His mind was blank now, he couldn't think about it at all, so he stood up instinctively and ran towards the door.

Seeing the embarrassment of him running away with a resentful spirit on his back, Fujiwara Rin naturally couldn't just sit idly by and quickly got up and chased after him.

"Senior, wait for me!" Kasahara Asuka followed closely behind.

The Suzuki Police Department took out a pistol, loaded it with a special bullet, and ran unhurriedly.

The average working life of the nine-section detective is five years.

Most of the people either died or were too stressed to leave Class Nine for psychiatric treatment.

The reason why the Suzuki police department can work for ten years.

It is because he is cautious enough.

"Help me—"

While running and screaming, Takumi Ito was extremely nervous, and accidentally fell to the ground.

Behind him, the wraith slowly moved forward with a rotting face, his long tongue was scarlet.

Fujiwara Rin also arrived in time, shifted his weight from his waist to his lower body, and kicked fiercely at Wraith's face.

"Pfft~!"

Wraith fell to the side in response.

The head was twisted exaggeratedly, as if it had been kicked and fell off.

Ito Takumi's expression froze, he gasped for breath, and looked as if he was still in shock.

In his sight, the wraith twisted and writhed on the ground. During this period, black and smelly liquid kept slipping down the rotting face. In the eyes without whites, the black eyeballs stared at him with hatred.

The resentment contained in it made Ito Takumi's fingers tremble and his whole body turned cold.

"Master Ito," Rin Fujiwara asked with concern, "Are you okay now?"

"No, it's fine!"

Ito Takumi forced himself to stand up calmly.

Fujiwara Lin didn't care about him anymore, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go up to make up the knife.

"Wait a minute, there's no such thing as you who can remove spirits!" Takumi Ito scolded, and at some point his fingers came out with a magic talisman from his pocket, "Let me teach you what is to remove spirits, watch!"

Is it necessary to be so face-saving... Fujiwara Rin really doesn't understand what this person is thinking.

『Spell: Yang Yan! 』

The talisman floated up, and Takumi Ito drew complex patterns in the air with both hands.

Manipulating divine power and chanting mantras, the talisman shone with dazzling light as if it was being swallowed by flames. The flame centered on the talisman and expanded radially outwards to devour it.

The night was illuminated, the resentment was evaporated, and the hot flames spread to the resentment.

The flames devoured the wraith, making a sizzling sound like roasting meat.

Fujiwara Rin also had to sigh in admiration, the gaudy appearance of Shinto spells is indeed very bluffing.

Of course……

The power is also small enough.

For example, although the wraith in front of me is very painful, if it is replaced by his physical transcendence method, it is guaranteed that the wraith will not be alive for two seconds, and there will be no pain when he walks away.

With the wraith struggling in his eyes, Takumi Ito shook his head, sighed, and said pitifully, "What a sad woman."

Immediately afterwards, he turned around to face Rinya Fujiwara with his full expression, and stood with his hands behind his back: "This is my strength, haven't you seen it!"

I'm sorry, it's really not enough... Fujiwara Rin also smiled politely: "It's amazing."

As if seeing through his mind, Ito Takumi sneered "heh": "Do you know that I have seven spells that can purify this little wraith?"

"Admiration!" Fujiwara nodded with a strong smile.

Next to her, Asuka Kasahara stared at the wraith rolling in the fire with a bored expression, thinking that if it was her, it would only take less than a minute to clock in and get off work.

How long would it take for Rinko Hoshimi to come... Just as she was comparing another talented witch in her heart, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the corridor, violently flickering the flames.

A little cold.

Kasahara Asuka's bored expression instantly became lively.

A vague smile appeared between his brows and eyes, as if he had a premonition that something interesting was about to happen.

The cloudiness is getting thicker and thicker.

Fujiwara also felt the same.

It's just that he is a little strange, these yin qi are very messy and disorderly, as if they were emitted by many different individuals.

The sudden drop in temperature in the corridor also caught Ito Takumi's attention.

"Woo~"

A shrill cry sounded, and the fire was extinguished.

In the space that lost its lighting, several humans didn't know what happened, but they only sensed danger and evil from the strong smell of blood in the air.

Something unusual and ominous has appeared!
The Wraith, which was still roasted by the fire just now, suddenly started to crawl, half of its blood-stained long hair was burned off, revealing an extremely miserable face.

Ito Takumi rubbed his eyes, and instantly got goosebumps all over his body.

The forehead was horizontally separated by a sharp blade, and the eyes were bloodshot and protruding outwards. The half-open mouth was filled with sticky blood, and the voice of "Woo...ha..." came out from the throat intermittently.

"Ha, I'm in so much pain—"

The wraith writhed like a snake, crawling towards the living person.

The blood dripping on the ground quickly flowed to Takumi Ito.

In the process of crawling, Wraith also raised his head, his lips, which seemed to be swollen from repeated beatings, squirmed as if he wanted to say something.

But when it opened its mouth, it could only shed blood continuously, and could not utter any words.

"Master Yito, this thing is very dangerous," Fujiwara Rin also reminded very intimately, "Why don't you step back first and let me deal with it."

"I, I... I'm not afraid!"

Takumi Ito, who was so frightened in his heart, bit the bullet and roared with courage!
After being dazed for two seconds, he hurriedly took out a bunch of talismans.

Immediately afterwards, as if he didn't want money, he spilled all the various talismans in his hand.

Casting the spell with all his strength, the talisman turned into dazzling lights, causing the wraith to writhe in pain and howl endlessly.

But the resentment that rolled over Wraith Ling didn't dissipate at all, on the contrary, it became more and more intense as the number of times he was whipped increased.

"Senior, have you noticed?" Kasahara Asuka leaned over and tugged at his sleeve lightly, "This wraith seems to be the same as the one we met just now. Any attack that can't be killed with one blow will increase. its resentment."

Fujiwara Rin also nodded, and said to her: "I suspect it was artificially made in the same way."

Hearing this, Kasahara Asuka's face became serious.

The resentful spirit was obviously tortured to death, so the scraping method could not purify it, but would make it relive the inhuman torture it suffered before dying, which led to the rapid increase of resentment and doubled its strength.

After a round of indiscriminate bombing and attacking the enemy, Ito Takumi was so tired that he was out of breath, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Wraith, who was beaten helplessly, raised his bloody face and stared at him with begging and pleading eyes: "A few more times."

Not very aggressive.

But very insulting.

Ito Takumi shrank his neck, wanting to continue to act aggressively.

But he really didn't have the courage to stay here anymore, so he insisted: "Look at how pitiful you were when you were alive, I'll let you go this time, don't hurry up and leave!"

The experienced Fujiwara Rinya rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

He is very clear.

From now on, Miss Wraith is going to go berserk.

It's about to start killing the chicken priest.

really.

After listening to Ito Takumi's words, Miss Wraith's bloody face suddenly changed drastically.

From the expression of begging and begging to the expression of being about to cry and despair... Then, it turned into a expression of resentment, anger, and hysteria.

"Umm...uh..."

A majestic resentment gushed out from nowhere, wrapped it up, and churned endlessly.

The strength broke through to the upper level at this moment, Wraith Ling's originally broken body swelled extremely rapidly, blood vessels swelled and surfaced on the skin surface, the tearing pain made it roar in a low voice, and a lot of blood gushed out from his body.

The sudden change frightened Ito Takumi.

"what--"

Frightened by this sudden shock, he staggered two steps, staggered, screamed and sat on the ground waiting to die.

The Wraith directly floated up in the air, and rushed over with a roar.

The distance is less than two meters!

Under Ito Takumi's sluggish expression, Fujiwara Rinya rushed forward and ran directly towards the Wraith.

What does he want to do?

Rushing up to wrestle with the Wraith?

Is this still a priest... Ito Takumi was dumbfounded.

Wraith rushed forward, closed two pale and slender palms, and slapped Fujiwara Rinya heavily on the head.

It looked like a limp little hand, but the whistling sound brought by the breaking wind made one have to believe that even a wall would be smashed into pieces by this slap.

Kasahara Asuka watched this scene helplessly.

She only felt that her rapid heartbeat merged with Fujiwara Rinya's footsteps.

"Come on..." She couldn't help murmuring.

Amidst the cheering sound of the little witch, Fujiwara Rin also suddenly bent down, avoiding Wraith's hands while maintaining a forward posture, stretching his hands forward to wrap around Miss Wraith's slender waist.

In close contact, you can even smell the rancid smell of the wraith.

Rest in peace... Fujiwara Rinya mourned for it for a second, then put his hands and waist together, hugging Wraith's waist and falling back.

click-

The top of Wraith's head touched the ground, and his neck bone broke.

On the head with only a little skin attached, the black eyes without whites are still full of resentment towards strangers, and the obsession has not dissipated at all.

Fujiwara Lin also sighed and raised his fist.

Drop down.

The whole head immediately turned into countless fine black sand, scattered on the ground, and the twitching remnant of the resentful spirit immediately turned into the same black sand.

This……

Ito Takumi does not practice taijutsu.

But Fujiwara Rinya's simple punch filled his eyes with a back-to-basics temperament, which was indescribably powerful.

Ever since, Priest Ito from Yoshihara Shrine asked in a trembling voice, "What kind of boxing is this?"

Boxing?

Fujiwara was also taken aback.

He really didn't think about boxing.

This punch was essentially a random blow, without any skill, and only the power gained in 17 years.

What is it called?
Flat A?

Normal Attack?
Seriously punch?
No matter how you think about it, it feels so perfunctory.

Think for a moment.

Fujiwara Rin also had a serious expression, and replied slowly: "This punch is called the materialist iron fist."

"...Huh?" Takumi Ito was dumbfounded.

Is this person still angry, so he is teasing him.

"Senior's words are really interesting." Asuka Kasahara smiled and walked forward from behind.

Looking at the black gravel scattered on the ground, she continued to maintain a smile on her face, and gently reached out and pulled Fujiwara Rinya's sleeve: "Senior, your work is not finished yet."

"Huh?" Fujiwara Rin also looked sideways at her.

In the dim night, the girl's already elegant and refined temperament was even more detached.

"It is necessary to completely eliminate these grievances," Kasahara Asuka looked at a piece of wood like a master carpenter, and his eyes included every corner of his body as much as possible. "Please purify it with a spell, or it will be revived."

Of course Fujiwara Rin knew this too.

He didn't use magic power.

Facing the high-level resentful spirits, purely physical blows can only break up the resentment.

After a period of time, when the resentment power gathers again, the resentment spirit will come back to life.

"Uh, I don't know how to spell." Fujiwara Rin was also rubbing his palms with a casual expression, "It's not like you don't know, I said a long time ago that I don't know how to spell at all, I only have brute strength, please don't let me……"

"It's okay, I'll teach you now!"

Kasahara Asuka remained motionless, staring at Fujiwara Rinya's face stubbornly.

Out of professional sensitivity, she naturally sensed that Rin Fujiwara was also avoiding something. Whether it was the words used in the answer or the tone of the speech, there seemed to be something wrong and it was hard to be convincing.

Such a discovery is just a momentary intuition without evidence.

But she firmly believed that Fujiwara Rin must have something to hide.

During the silence, Fujiwara Rin also adjusted his breath several times: "Can I ask Shikigami to come out to help?"

The shikigami contract is also a spell contract unique to Shintoism, which needs to be concluded and driven by divine power.

Asuka Kasahara folded her arms and took a step back to make room to observe Rinya Fujiwara from behind.

The cherry-colored lips looked like a smile but not a smile, they were raised up at a very cute angle, far more childish than before, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Snapped!"

Fujiwara Rin also clapped his hands lightly.

Then, he folded his hands, gestured to a Shinto summoning shikigami, and pushed forward.

"Five directions, shikigami supporting the wings! 』

In the eyes of others, his posture while reciting the spell pretentiously has the demeanor of a priest.

"Xue Ji, come out!"

The temperature dropped suddenly, and snowflakes floated in the corridor.
Asuka Kasahara curled the ends of her hair with her fingers, and stared at Rinya Fujiwara's head.

In that dim space, a gap in space cracked silently, and a pair of little feet wrapped in white silk protruded out first.

At the same time, a blue divine power flashed across Fujiwara Rinya's fingertips.

This is the standard way of shikigami appearance, and Asuka Kasahara completely dispelled her doubts.

In her cognition, monsters cannot use divine power, let alone conclude shikigami contracts with their own kind.

It's a pity that she didn't know that Fujiwara Rin could also use divine power, but every time he would be dizzy by the conflict of power, and he might even vomit a few mouthfuls of blood.

[Random mission completed]

[Reward: 5000 points, Gouyu X10]

The system popped up a prompt, and Fujiwara Lin also turned around, seeing the school girl smiling from the bottom of her heart.

It was a better, more personal smile than any she had ever had.

The little girl is so deceitful... Fujiwara Rinya sighed inwardly, suppressing all the aftermath caused by the conflict between the divine power and the demonic power in the body, without any strange expression.

His first identity is a mountain.

There is no flamboyant talent, just blood.

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