I Raised a God in Tokyo

Hearing the sound of the door, he raised his head subconsciously and shouted "Welcome" in a daze.

Bai Mujun stepped forward and saluted.

"I'm the priest of Tenshu Shrine, and I have an appointment with Mr. Mitsui. Is he there?"

"Ah, I am."

The middle-aged man replied subconsciously, looking at the polite little handsome guy in front of him, a little surprised.

"So, you are the White Wood Priest?"

"Yes." Bai Mujun nodded.

Mitsui Yuta stared blankly at Shiragi Jun.

Why is this White Wood Priest so young?

It looks too unreliable!

Not only did he not even have the minimum priest attire or royal coins, he didn't even bring any utensils to get rid of. He looked like a high school student who secretly surfed the Internet without telling his family!

Is it a liar?

In addition to doubts, Mitsui Yuta said worriedly.

"I said Priest Baimu, don't think I'm joking with you. What you have to deal with this time is the real deal. You'd better go back to the shrine and invite some priests with powerful mana to come forward."

Seeing Yuta Mitsui's distrustful expression, Jun Shirai also understood.

Yuta Mitsui is not the first employer to say this.

After all, his current image is still a high school student.

Although he looks very good, it doesn't help him increase his prestige. On the contrary, he feels more like eating with his face.

Shiragi Jun smiled and explained to Mitsui Yuta patiently.

"Mr. Mitsui, you have to know that the elimination of Shintoism is not based on age, but on the devotion to the gods and the relationship with the gods."

"Although I am not talented, my relationship with the gods is really good."

"Of course, if it's really beyond my ability, I won't be brave, don't worry about that."

Bai Mujun is quite confident.

He also has the confidence to say this.

Since his debut, he has won consecutive battles without any defeat.

The small goal of the Hundred Ghosts Slash that was set at the beginning has been achieved.

Of course, Bai Mujun knew that this had something to do with all the little ghosts he got rid of.

Even so, he felt like he had two brushes.

Regarding this extermination, he already had some certainty in his heart.

After all, if it is a powerful ghost, Mitsui Yuta cannot escape from its palm.

Mostly a little ghost again.

However, little ghosts can't be taken lightly, and Bai Mujun is also very clear about the lesson of capsize in the gutter.

Seeing Yuta Mitsui's expression, Jun Shiroki added quickly.

"If the removal effect is not good, the reward of [-] yen will naturally be nothing."

"Please tell me the specific situation."

Having said all this, Yuta Mitsui didn't say much. He took a sip of the wolfberry water on the stage, and then began to describe his experience.

On Tuesday, Mitsui Yuta returned to his home after handing over the clerk on the night shift as usual.

Because there was rain in the forecast, he took an umbrella on purpose,

On the way through a daily alley, he suddenly heard a dull smashing sound behind him, followed by a wailing sound.

Mitsui Yuta was startled, turned around, and saw an old man lying on the ground not far away, as if injured.

Yuta Mitsui was about to rush over to check the situation, but stopped abruptly and stood on the spot.

The time is midnight.

Heavy rain is forecast tonight, the ground covered by dark clouds is pitch black, and even the puddles on the road cannot be distinguished.

There are no street lights in the alley, and you can't see your fingers.

How did you see that person clearly?

Mitsui Yuta suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his back. Instead of stepping forward, he immediately turned around with a stride. He fell in the mud in a panic, but gritted his teeth and endured the pain, rolled and stood up. , desperately ran out of the alley.

The old man was left far behind him, but he only felt that the neck was getting colder, as if someone was lying on his back, clenching his teeth and blowing the cold wind.

After I don't know how long I ran, Yuta Mitsui staggered out of the alley.

After that, he ran all the way, returned to his home, and immediately slammed the door and locked it.

The usual home made Mitsui Yuta heave a sigh of relief and calm down.

He thought to himself.

I'm too sensitive, I just scare myself, maybe there is an old man who really needs help

Mitsui Yuta took off his jacket while thinking, and threw it into the washing machine to wash.

Before throwing the clothes in, Yuta Mitsui glanced at him inadvertently, and his face instantly turned pale.

The coat was clean, with no mud stains at all.

But on the shoulders, there was a pair of blood-red handprints rubbing into the fabric of the clothes.

Looking at Yuta Mitsui in front of him, Jun Shirai already came to a conclusion.

dead.

People who were under too much stress during their lifetime would be most likely to breed such ghosts if they left with a depressed state of mind when they died.

This kind of spirit feeds on the essence of living people, and it will turn into an old and weak image to ask passersby for help. If passersby really lend a helping hand, it will attach itself to it and absorb the host's essence.

An energetic host can last for a while longer, while a frail host often faints on the spot.

However, Mr. Mitsui was not possessed, he should have only been affected.

Looking at Jun Shirai who was lost in thought, Yuta Mitsui probed.

"Priest Baimu, can you get rid of this kind of thing? Why don't you get in touch with the shrine and send more people here?"

He has not given up the idea of ​​letting Jun Baimu return to the Tenshu Shrine and come back with another priest.

Baimu Jun comforted Mitsui Yuta a few words, saying that this is still within his business ability and there is no need to worry.

And

A shrine with only one cleric, who else can be replaced?

Are we going to let our gods go down in person?

It is not impossible.

However, the appearance fee may be slightly higher.

At least [-] yen.

Mitsui Yongtai opened his mouth too much, but he didn't say anything.

After all, he still doesn't trust this little priest very much.

Bai Mujun looked up at his watch.

09:30 in the evening.

"Mr. Mitsui, when did you walk into that alley?"

"I think it's 12:30 when I get home, and it's about [-]:[-] when I walk into the alley."

"I'll leave then." Shiroki Jun pointed to the public rest area in the store and asked humbly, "Mr. Mitsui, is it convenient for me to stay here for a while?"

"How can I do that? It's too inconsiderate." Yuta Mitsui was polite. He opened the drawer, selected a card and handed it to Jun Baimu, "If Priest Baimu doesn't dislike it, go to the private room to rest."

He secretly observed Bai Mu Jun's reaction.

This is a small test by Yuta Mitsui.

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This, you know it.

Come to think of it, serious priests should all refuse, right?

Bai Mujun didn't think much about it.

It’s good to have a place to stay before work. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a private room or a hall.

He took it and nodded and thanked him, "That's the trouble for Mr. Mitsui."

Oh, it really is an unorthodox priest.

Mitsui Yuta said with a smile, "Where is it?"

Bai Mujun took the card and walked inward.

into a compartment.

Behind the counter, Mitsui Yuta waited for him to leave, turned around quickly, and tapped the keyboard a few times in front of the computer.

On the screen, call up the picture in a private room.

In the monitor screen, Shiragi Jun just took off his shoes and took his seat.

He turned on the computer and typed a string of URLs into the search box very skillfully.

In front of the screen, a hint of pride flashed across Mitsui Yuta's face.

This liar priest can't even bear such a small temptation.

He did a little trick by himself, and let him show his tricks.

He took his thermos cup, glanced at the monitor screen, and lit a cigarette leisurely.