I'm a ghost story witch in Tokyo

Chapter 143 5. Powerful Secret
"Little devil, I have a good place to recommend. Don't you want to forget the visual impact brought by the eldest lady? Trust me, you won't regret it."

A pair of straight legs stepped into the pool, splashing a splash of water with each step.

Rui Ji had just finished reciting "Theory of Elements", and the heat from the body washed by cold water dissipated, the CPU returned to normal, and the pictures full of peachy elements consciously stayed away.

She is now physically and mentally healthy.

"where?"

"Qunming Village, a good place full of ghost stories, a hunting ground for witches, your two mothers used to love to go there. There are ghost stories of all levels there. If you are lucky, you will encounter a high-level ghost story. Hunting it will still have a seal take things."

"Sealed item... Isn't it a single output of regional ghost stories?"

San Riyue clicked her tongue hard.

"Who said something stupid? Killing high-level ghost stories will also have sealed items, but the probability of encountering them is very low, and the probability of being able to kill them is even lower, so it is spread that only regional ghost stories can produce sealed items. Rumors. There is something in your house, it is also a sealed item, the ability is very weak, almost useless, "

"What is it?"

Hearing about the sealed item, Rui Ji immediately opened his eyes, looking very interested in the topic.

"A pair of metal-rimmed glasses. Found by your father's mother in the corner of the ruins, and brought back after processing, the only use is to wear it to see the dead souls wandering nearby and give them the ability to communicate with them. Insomnia at night I can’t sleep, and I can’t find a suitable person to chat with.”

After listening to the narration, Rui Ji only had a vague impression.

The warehouse of the shrine is dedicated to storing items that are not used in daily life. There is a pair of glasses that fit the description in a wooden box.The paternal mother had always had glasses, and she wore them when she was alive.

The hobbies of ghost talk witches are very special, and it is not surprising that they have the habit of communicating with ghosts.The paternal mother has been labeled as a "freak" since before. She is a maverick, free from the small group formed by other witches. Occasionally, she encounters bullying behavior by some witches, and she uses her excellent kendo skills to drive her away. Walk.

The reason for being bullied is "staying up late at night, going to the cemetery near the school building to chat with the ghost of the dead witch, affecting others' rest."

Not only does she like to chat with the dead and discuss some knowledge related to magic learning, she sometimes sets up tents and stoves in the cemetery to enjoy camping alone.

"The glasses ability to communicate with dead souls is a bit tasteless, but it seems quite interesting to communicate with dead people. I want to try it."

Sanriyue's words were like seasonings to enhance the flavor of the dishes, and Rui Ji's interest in the main dishes came all at once.

She came to the door of the warehouse and used cleaning magic to sweep away the accumulated dust from the door and under the eaves.Jingliu has been busy with part-time work recently, and has no time to tidy up a warehouse that is usually not used. When he opened the door, a burst of itchy dust smell hit his face.

"It's so dusty... How long has it been since you cleaned it?"

Rui Ji did the same, using the magic just now to clean up the warehouse.The warehouse was huge, and she had to use several cleaning spells to get rid of all the dust.

The sundries are sorted and placed neatly by the static flow, and the large and small items are separated, making it easy to find.There is an old leather notebook on the shelf, and every item stored in the warehouse is recorded, including location and quantity.

The area where the item is located is also numbered and layered, much like the standard configuration of a logistics warehouse.

Jingliu worked as a logistics specialist for a period of time and worked in Sagawa Express, responsible for sorting packages.She has always been methodical and quick in her actions, and she is better than some older witches. She can earn enough tuition fees for a whole year from this part-time job.

The storage racks in the warehouse bear the Sagawa Express logo, and the logistics company replaces the racks at regular intervals, and the old batches are handed over to employees for disposal.It's a pity to throw them away, and the warehouse can't find extra space to store them.

After going through the application procedures, the generous boss agreed to Jingliu to take the old shelves home for personal use, and asked several witches with storage space props to help carry them.

Dozens of shelves filled the warehouse with things on them.

According to the sundries list index, Rui Ji found a box containing sealed items on an inconspicuous shelf in the corner.The static flow may not know its purpose, so it is piled up with other items.

"Is that it?"

Rui Ji picked up the temples of the glasses, wiped off the dust on the lenses with a wet tissue, and put them on carefully.

Like ordinary plain glasses, it has no effect on eyesight. It is suitable for playing the role of a scholarly scum, and it can be used to pretend to increase the handsomeness of the appearance.

I heard that matrilineal mothers were once fascinated by paternal mothers who wore glasses, and couldn't extricate themselves from her beauty.

The glasses are the body, and when you take off the glasses, you become a person.

"That's right, it's it. It's useless to wear it during the day. It's just an ordinary pair of glasses. Wear it at night to hunt in places with ghost stories. It's easier to find traces left by ghost stories with high magic power content."

"Oh, that's right, it's the secret to the strength of paternal mothers!"

She decided that the glasses would be welded to her face in the future, and she would only take them off when she was taking a shower or going to bed.

Teacher Guowen said that every witch who wears glasses may be a hidden powerhouse.When they take off their glasses and pick up their staffs, nothing will stop them.

"After wearing glasses, it looks more like..."

Sanriyue stared at the little witch who was a little shorter than herself, and muttered softly.

It is exactly the same as the previous owner when he was young. Hair color and eye color, height, and appearance are all carved out of the same mold. Even the wooden head is inherited. He is not close to women. , in order to make money at all costs.

The former owner worked hard to make money for the dowry, and the current owner worked hard to make money to support his family. The route leads to the dilapidated Sakuma Shrine.

As a contract ghost, protecting the current owner and urging her to grow up is an unforgettable duty.

She hit Rui Ji on the head with the back of her hand.

"Tonight at twelve o'clock, we will go to Miyawaka City, Fukuoka Prefecture, Kyushu. Night is the most active time period for ghost talk, from eleven o'clock to six o'clock the next day, a total of seven hours, and the ghost talk witch calls this period of time 'the time of carnival' Time'. It is not only a carnival for witches, but also a carnival for ghost stories. The night of the red moon in July is coming, when the magic power of ghost stories will be more abundant, it is simply the best nourishment."

"Tonight? In such a hurry?"

Raj backed away, bumping into the shelf.The things on it were heavy, so they didn't fall off.

San Riyue took down a Taidao to block the way, blocking her in a corner.

"Don't worry, what about the final exam next semester? When the magic power is enough, the witch doesn't need to learn the low-level magic at all, and follows the step-by-step rules of Nao Shizi. Your father's mother loves to skip grades to learn magic. She just entered high school for a month Just finished learning the knowledge of one school year."

"Okay, I'll go!"

The daughter of a genius witch should inherit the fine tradition.

(End of this chapter)