Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 193: Home of the Soul
The next day, Tokyo, University of Tokyo Medical Hospital.

"To appear on a variety show, I have to be notified to do a hair test and a urine test. It's really too troublesome..."

"However, the brain tumor is still stable, which is good news..."

Sitting on the bench in front of the hospital corridor, Xia Fan silently flipped through the examination report in his hand.

At midnight yesterday, Higashino Yoshihide forwarded a notice from the "Idol Birth Festival" program team confirming his eligibility to participate, which required trainees to submit hair and urine test reports as soon as possible.

As more and more variety shows have been forced to re-edit overnight due to problems with their artists, with incidents of "mosaic sealing", "face-changing" and "evaporation", the program crews have become increasingly strict with the "drug residue" inspections before performances, and have gradually moved closer to sports competition standards.

Therefore, Xia Fan went to the hospital for a check-up early in the morning and also checked the condition of his brain tumor.

"disease……"

"I see disease in you..."

A woman in a white dress who looked less than 30 years old sat down quietly beside him and spoke in a calm tone.

"what?"

Xia Fan looked at the other party curiously...

"Aren't all those who come here to see a doctor?"

Noticing that the beautiful woman seemed to be naked under her long skirt, with the flesh-colored curves of her body vaguely visible, he looked away again in a way that avoided suspicion.

"No, the gods have guided me and I see a huge sin in you!"

"It is this sin that has transformed into the disease in your body!"

"What a handsome face, it's a pity that he won't live long..."

The woman looked at Xia Fan calmly and with pity, and sighed sadly.

"God? Let you see my illness?"

The other party's inexplicable words made Xia Fan narrow his eyes slightly and become alert...

Based on his two lifetimes of life experience, he knew that people who chatted with him on the street and made alarmist statements were either scammers or charlatans.

"That's right. Not only did I see your illness, I also knew that your illness couldn't be cured in the hospital."

"However, in our "House of the Soul", many terminal illnesses have been cured. If you are interested, you can come with me to learn more."

The woman licked her red lips and handed him a business card with both hands.

Her manicure style is very special, like fish scales, with a slight fluorescent glow in the black.

"Can you cure my disease?"

Xia Fan took it subconsciously and took a closer look.

In the middle of this black and white business card are printed four large characters: "Home of the Soul", and below is a line of address. It is so simple that there is not even a phone number.

"Today's meeting is probably God's last mercy to you. If you don't seize it, there may never be another chance..."

When Xia Fan raised his head, the woman had already twisted her body gracefully and walked towards the hospital gate.

"I'm sorry, but I've already received enough care from the gods."

Xia Fan naturally had no intention of following him, and threw the business card into the trash can.

"Wait, that's..."

However, he suddenly noticed that there was a barely perceptible black aura floating away from the woman.

"Sorry, I changed my mind. Please take me to the "House of the Soul" to have a look."

Xia Fan quickly caught up with the other person and walked side by side with her.

"Wise choice."

"God will not give up on anyone who holds out hope..."

"Come with me, home is nearby."

The woman nodded appreciatively.

...The two left the hospital, and the woman took Xia Fan through the narrow alleys and passed through the old buildings.

"We are home now."

After walking for about ten minutes, she stopped in front of a two-story building and said so.

"Family?"

Xia Fan pretended to be curious about the building in front of him and silently operated his mobile phone in his trouser pocket.

This area used to be an industrial area. As the city expanded and factories relocated, many old houses that were once used as workers' dormitories were left behind and have been renovated into commercial residences.

"Yes, this is the 'home of the soul'. This is where your soul and body will belong from now on..."

"You came at the right time. Everyone is doing morning lessons."

The woman pressed the fingerprint lock and pushed the door open with him.

As soon as he entered the door, a pungent smell of sandalwood, sweat and some body fluids hit him in the face, making Xia Fan frown subconsciously.

"Amabie..."

"Amabie..."

"Amabie..."

Amid the noisy chanting, more than a dozen men and women in white robes were kneeling on the tatami floor.

"Amabie?!"

When Xia Fan heard them reciting this word, his eyes widened and his pupils trembled.

Then, his eyes were drawn to a wooden statue in the middle of the room, where these people were gathered in a circle and worshipping together...

Soft long hair, fine fish scales, sharp bird beak, three thin legs with webbed feet...

"This is it... I can't go wrong..."

This statue is exactly the same as the strange statue that Xia Fan had seen through his "psychic memory" in the haunted house where an "unnatural mass plague of death" had occurred.

"This is Lord Amabie, the god of healing."

"Diseases are caused by sins in the human body. As long as you join the 'House of the Soul' and worship Master Amabie devoutly, all diseases in your body will be 'purified'."

The woman knelt devoutly at the feet of the statue, kissing the three fish-like feet, and swaying her defenseless buttocks towards Xia Fan intentionally or unintentionally.

The men and women around also turned their heads and looked at Xia Fan.

"Hey, it's the new 'family', what a handsome little brother..."

"How pitiful! You seem to have a serious disease. Don't worry, Master Amabie will definitely purify you..."

Noticing Xia Fan's outstanding appearance and temperament, those women all had strange emotions in their eyes.

“Master, this family member has abandoned the secular world and officially joined us.”

Then, a woman with red spots all over her skin was brought in front of the two men.

"Red Wolf Class, right? Master Amabie, please have pity on your illness..."

The woman who brought Xia Fan here and was called "Master" held the girl's small chin and reached out to touch the red spots on her face...

"Let me relieve your pain first, and then we can formally perform the 'purification' ceremony."

Then, there was a verbal sparring.

"This is……"

Xia Fan opened his eyes wide and stared intently.

It wasn't that he had any special interest in the pure feelings of such a girl, but there was a faint smell of foul smell wafting from the two people's mouths.

The next second, the red spots on the woman's face miraculously faded away, leaving only faint red marks.

(End of this chapter)