I, the lord of ghost stories

Calling the Wuling Office, and then contacting Councilor Kamio, I think I have done my best.

"Your Highness, just leave it alone, will nothing happen?"

"Masuda, that's actually not our shrine's obligation."

Sifengyuan slowly closed his eyes, recharging his energy.

"There are many institutions in Tokyo, and this is their jurisdiction and their work."

"I've already contacted the largest ghost removal office in Tokyo. Even if the official agencies hold back each other, at least Wuling Office will take care of it, and there won't be any big problems."

"But what about the cost?"

"According to the "Law of Spells", if it involves major public safety matters, the expenses will naturally be paid by the government."

"But you didn't say that just now, did you? And it's not easy to ask for money?"

"Who let his headquarters approach here? Even if I don't notify, it will not escape the fate of running over."

After Sifeng Yuanyu left, in the gap, on the half-yellowed trees beside the bridge, a gray-white owl fluttered its wings and landed, turning into a man wearing glasses, looking helplessly at Juechen in front of him. Going black car.

"It's troublesome, he didn't accept the move at all... only delayed for less than 3 minutes, does this count as a delay?"

After thinking about it, he looked seriously at a watch on his left wrist, then raised his phone and made a call awkwardly.

"Miki, what's the matter?"

It seemed to be a question, but there was a bit of indifference in the tone.

"Team leader, the gap in Huangquan opened on the side of the road, he just took a look and left, he didn't intend to stay at all!"

"Sure enough, it didn't stop!"

It seemed to be a little emotional, and then she comforted:

"It doesn't matter if you fail, it's just a try."

"Since he ignores it, you should quickly close the gap, and don't really cause a big incident."

"Is it really okay? Look at his direction, he has already gone to the next branch... he will find you sooner or later!"

"It doesn't matter, the convoy with the decree is coming soon, he won't be in time!"

Qing Xingdeng's words were still calm and confident.

It seems that she is about to succeed, and she is a little emotional.

"If it can be delayed for 3 minutes, it's not completely useless. At least 3 minutes extra, that's good."

"After all, the Tokyo ring spirit belt involves all aspects, and it is impossible to hide it for a long time. Since it is useless, you should finish it quickly."

"Remember, deal with it as soon as possible, otherwise the agencies of various departments will rush over like flies smelling the smell!"

"Oh, but..."

"But this gap, how can it be closed?

Do you use the spell of the goddess of the underworld? "

"To close the gap, it is natural to send tributes to the goddess of the underworld. The tributes are very complicated, and there are many types, and there is no shortage of one.

Listen up, I'm just going to say it once.

First, trout sushi from Toyama Prefecture, turnip sushi from Ishikawa Prefecture, Shinshu soba noodles, Echizen crab dishes, Nagoya honey sauce chicken wings, Shizuoka cherry blossom shrimp tempura..."

"Finally, it's summer now, and the Goddess of Huangquan may have lost her appetite, so she must eat eel rice."

"You have to go to Hamana Lake in person, pick the best eel, cook it by a super chef with cooking heart, and then send it over while it's hot."

"What is a kitchen heart?"

"It's a talented chef who explores the unique power formed. Ordinary dishes can't meet the expectations of the gods."

……

Soon, Sifeng Yuanyou was walking in a courtyard.

The environment here is quiet, located in the outskirts far away from the city center, surrounded by dense forests and sheltered by tall shrub flower walls.

European-style villas are located among them, with fountain pools, statues, glass paintings with a sense of history, and black-painted metal fences.

This is the branch of the Hundred Story Group.

Sifengyuan strolled here, the gray and black atmosphere hidden in the surroundings was gradually purified, and the flowing bright light jumped in the surrounding space.

Where he passed, crowds of monsters knelt on both sides, bowing their heads respectfully.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

These monsters are all extremely weak or gentle monsters. To Yuu Sifeng's surprise... none of them have any trace of killing people.

"I don't know what Yushen wants to ask?"

An older-looking monster raised his hand tremblingly.

"Is this the branch of Hundred Monogatari?"

Walking casually around, admiring the courtyard in the rain.

Masuda Takeshi dutifully held an umbrella beside Sifenginyuu, carefully preventing any drop of rainwater from falling on Sifenginyuu's clothes.

"Returning to Yushen, this is indeed a branch of the Hundred Story Group."

"You look quite old, and you have a complete human form. It's not easy. Obviously you are just an ordinary monster."

"This is a favor bestowed by His Highness, in order to allow us weak monsters to live smoothly in the human world."

This monster seemed to be dying of old age with a rotten breath.

"Hundred Monogatari Group, what exactly do you do?"

"It was established by taking care of us!"

Yuu Sifengyuan asked many questions, and finally left the branch.

The dark clouds outside covered the sky, and the gloomy sky looked very restless.

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In the afternoon, the sky is burning with red clouds.

The noisy city has entered its busiest moment.

Seven or eight pure black cars formed a convoy, driving along the established route on this straight forward road.

Suddenly there was the echo of drums ahead.

As the convoy approached, the sound of the vibration became more and more obvious, and there was an endless flow of people in the field of vision.

At the front of the crowd, someone pushed a rack lined with big drums.

Every few steps forward, the big drum is beat rhythmically.

After getting closer, I saw a group of men wearing black headscarves and white shirts, shouting.

In the rear is a beautifully decorated mikoshi surrounded by red, blue, white, yellow and purple flowers

The line of pedestrians followed loosely, parading slowly.

"What is this? Is it a mikoshi pilgrimage?"

There is no shortage of Queen's Onmyojis with outstanding abilities in the convoy. Seeing this, they immediately understood.

"There are gods traveling on this street, why didn't we receive the news in advance?"

The flow of people was getting closer and closer to the convoy, and they had to pull over and stop.

"Gentlemen, we have already walked half of this road, and if we turn around now, it may take an extra 10 minutes by car."

"And the bottom line is, if we make a U-turn, we're actually on the right track."

"That way it won't have the effect of confusing."

On the elongated car, a small map showed their route.

From the current point of view, it is true that one should not easily switch routes.

"We don't have the authority to change the route..."

Several people discussed, and a middle-aged onmyoji who seemed to be of some status opened the car door and jumped out.

He walked along both sides of the road to the front of the crowd, the girl who was walking slowly.

She mixed with the sparse crowd, wearing a dark purple kimono, holding a round fan, and stepping on wooden clogs, walking slowly with the flow of people, applauding and applauding from time to time.

Long black hair like ink, scattered on the curvaceous back, with a red hairpin pinned to the end of the hair.

It was sunny after the rain, and the sycamore trees on the side of the road were lush and green. Standing on the edge of a small piece of green bamboo, he stopped the girl.

"Xinmei Erqiao! Don't go too far!"

"Oh? You know me? But I don't remember being so famous."

The girl who was stopped on the way had a smile in her beautiful eyes.

Just at this moment, the parade team passed by.

A troupe of dancers, dressed in Heian period costumes, perform a rehearsed dance.

"it is good!"

The girl suddenly cheered, her beautiful face seemed to be dyed light pink because of excitement, the voice of applause was as clear and melodious as an oriole, and the hand holding the fan was gently patted.

With every gesture, she subconsciously exudes extraordinary charm.

However, the people around were only briefly attracted to her and noticed her.

After just a few seconds, the vivid impression quickly faded, and continued to transfer to the festival.

"Obviously at this time yesterday, the road didn't even say that there was a pilgrimage, but today it happened... You clearly did it on purpose!"

The old onmyoji lowered his voice, with a hint of reprimand.

"It's not easy to talk nonsense. The words you say are like water poured out, and it's hard to take them back."

The girl god smiled slightly, blinked her eyes, and looked at the elderly man, her tone was a little cold:

"My shrine has just been replaced, and it's just a temporary shrine pilgrimage.

It's just that it takes up two streets and takes eight hours before and after... For such a trivial matter, you don't need to ask the Imperial Palace for instructions, right? "

The girl god looked at the onmyoji in front of her, and her smile faded a bit.

"Besides, if you see me, it's fine if you don't recognize me...Since you recognize me, why don't you salute first?"

"Is this court etiquette?"

The onmyoji was angry, but immediately bowed deeply.

"That's enough, Yushen, don't make trouble for no reason, please suspend the tour and let us pass!"

"Ridiculous! What right do you have to order me?"

"You want me to make way for you? Why? Just because of your status as an onmyoji in the court?"

Erqiao Xinmei's face was sullen and her expression was indifferent.

"Although I am not a great god, there is no such reason."

What else did this person want to say, Erqiao Xinmei was a little impatient, waving the round fan in her hand, pointing at him, with a cold face:

"Retire, mortal, I am very happy today, I don't want to argue with you, don't spoil my interest!"

The fan condensed the breath of energy in the dark, and a certain breathtaking majesty shocked him.

Swallowing his saliva, he felt his heart beating fast in his chest, he finally lowered his head reluctantly.

"This is the decree-delivering convoy!"

"Decree? If there is a decree, please hold it in your hands."

"That's not your will!"

"You don't need to unfold it. You only need to take a look at it from a distance of dozens of steps. I can tell whether it is true or false."