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Chapter 583 has nothing to do with me; I was passive.
"What's up with her?"

Tan Wenjie leaned closer to Lin Zheng and asked, glancing at Makoto Higa a few times.

"I don't know, it's been like this since I came back." Lin Zheng looked at him with disdain, then looked past him at the girl Miyazaki Yu behind him.

The girl stood awkwardly at the back.

Tan Wenjie nodded earnestly: "It's all what I should do."

Lin Zheng: “…”

Nobody is praising you.

His interactions with Hell Girl Enma Ai were brief and unsatisfying; the local yokai were too polite, making it difficult for him to find an opportunity to strike.

It's all my fault for being too polite.

At this moment, Tan Wenjie could finally understand Yan Chixia's helplessness. When encountering monsters, one must abide by the rules and regulations, and there is no chance to resort to violence, otherwise it would make one appear to have no bottom line.

The Hell Communication problem that troubles Makoto Higa is only partially resolved. As long as there is resentment, someone will use Hell Communication, and Hell Girl's performance continues.

However, for Japan, a land teeming with demons and monsters, Hell Girl's killing efficiency was too low, and the victims were all people who deserved to die.

Now that the cause has been identified, there's no need to waste any more energy.

If it were Tan Wenjie, he might not even give those people a chance to go to hell.

"Will I go to hell after I die?" Miyazaki Yu asked.

Tan Wenjie nodded: "The formalities will be handled."

She looked down and examined her toes.

Her chance to continue her education was gone, and because of her father's actions, she could hardly move an inch in her original school. Even after sending Endo Rina to hell, she felt no joy.

"How can I..."

"Study hard," Tan Wenjie said.

"Hmm?" She looked up at Tan Wenjie with a puzzled expression.

"Study hard, convert to Christianity, and ideally, change your nationality to USA, then go live abroad and never come back."

"what?"

Japanese monsters are all very reasonable, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Once Miyazaki Yu goes to live abroad, the Hell Girl gang may not be able to track her down for cross-border law enforcement.

"I understand!" She nodded emphatically, bowed, and turned to leave.

This is revealing a secret.

If a junior cultivator were to reveal the stakes involved, the local monsters would definitely come looking for trouble. But if Tan Wenjie reveals it, even Hell Girl will pretend not to know.

Lin Zheng, standing to the side: "..."

He was trying to adapt to Tan Wenjie's outrageous actions.

However, one has to admit that if Yu Miyazaki were to change her nationality and become an American, it might actually work.

How could the gods of the Son's region dare to control the people of the American Father?

This operation is a bit strange.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Tan Wenjie turned his head and found that Makoto Higa was looking at him.

"Can you teach me magic?"

"I don't take on apprentices, but..."

"However?" Her eyes lit up.

"I can sell you some talismans and magical artifacts at a discount."

Tan Wenjie looked at his inventory. He had made too many junk items for practice, and some talismans had gradually lost their effectiveness. He couldn't use them, but it would be a pity to throw them away.

“I have no money.” Makoto Higa lowered her head, then suddenly crossed her hands over her chest to make an “X” shape. “Wait a minute! I’m still a minor.”

Tan Wenjie rolled his eyes: "You wish! You're not even going to eat and take anything."

The number of female monsters who covet his beauty could stretch from the sky to the water; he never does business at a loss.

Makoto Higa muttered to herself under her breath.

"Ouch!"

With a "thud," she covered her head, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at Tan Wenjie, who was slowly withdrawing his hand.

"I hate it when people talk badly about me behind my back."

“I said this to your face.”

"I hate it when people are more arrogant than me."

"..."

Tan Wenjie's small, slightly flawed items are on clearance sale.

His previous success with Daji made him want to replicate it again. If he could develop a stable following, he could collect more offerings to strengthen his title.

In this world, Makoto Higa is definitely not the first choice, but someone who likes to wander around is more suitable to help spread a pan-faith.

No need for fanatical followers; you can make a profit by simply collecting a little incense offerings.

Lin Zhengze left in a hurry after receiving a phone call.

No wonder he's a monk who works with the police; he even has business in Japan.

"What is this?" Makoto Higa picked up a gold coin.

"Lucky gold coins can bring good fortune and ward off evil."

"What? This is all?"

She was a little disappointed.

"Pure gold!"

Okay, she takes back what she just said; in terms of pure gold, it surpasses everything else.

"Moreover, these are the gold coins of the Heavenly Venerable Xuanjiao Protector General Shenxiao Thunder Commander Marshal, who commands all evil spirits and demons to retreat."

Makoto's head was spinning from listening.

Wow, that's quite a long passage in Chinese! Kotoko, the older sister of Japan's number one exorcist, is fluent in Chinese. After all, if you want to understand Japanese history, you can't avoid Chinese. Praying to the gods, and even receiving divine blessings, all require Chinese characters.

Makoto also tried to learn, but her skill level... well, let's not even go there.

It just sounds like a very powerful deity, and a title usually represents strength.

Makoto: "Who is that?"

Tan Wenjie: "Me."

Makoto: "..."

brazen.

However, it also taught her something: when you're out in the world, your identity is something you give yourself.

She still chose to put the gold coins into a small bag and hang it around her neck with a rope, after all, she knew Tan Wenjie's strength, and since it was given to her by him, it must be genuine.

"You can lend me these things too?"

"Sure, but you'll have to pay..."

"Damn!" She crossed her arms over her chest again.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He is a picky eater.

"What's that look in your eyes?"

"I don't think you can afford it."

"I'm a student!" Makoto said confidently.

"Should I slip some more money into your pocket?"

"..."

If it really becomes a fortress, she definitely won't object.

Tan Wenjie shook his head: "Considering how well we know each other, let's spread the word about this deity. I'll give you the items for free."

This area is frequently haunted and has countless urban legends, making it far more dangerous than Hong Kong Island.

If managed well, one's brand might enter a phase of rapid growth.

"I will." Makoto put away the talisman with some doubt.

Free, large quantity, and a god's title she'd never heard of—when these pieces of information overlapped, the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was amiss.

But it seems like I'm not at a disadvantage.

However, she will never know the saying that what is free is the most expensive.

……

In the early morning, Makoto Higa slipped on her shoes.

"I am leaving!"

After shouting, she pushed open the door and ran away, ignoring the middle-aged men staring at her fluttering pleated skirt after a classic scene reminiscent of a Japanese drama, and walked into a coffee shop.

Someone was already waiting here.

It's a new commission.

She was more interested in becoming a medium than studying hard.

A woman was already waiting in her seat, looking nervous with slightly pale lips.

It wasn't until Makoto pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her that the woman seemed to suddenly come to her senses and looked up: "You're the legendary number one medium in Japan?"

"I'm her sister, Misaki-san, right?" Makoto, without batting an eye, casually changed the subject with a single sentence and then steered the conversation with a question, "You said you're being targeted?"

The girl nodded, then lowered her voice: "My best friend hanged herself at home a few days ago."

The incident began when a girl named Yuka committed suicide by hanging. Misaki moved into the room where Yuka had hanged herself and discovered what appeared to be the real reason for Yuka's suicide.

Prior to this, Yuka had been arguing with someone on a website, and that man kept threatening her by saying he would kill her.

“Then that man started messaging me,” the girl said. “I told him I wasn’t Yuka, but he said he was going to kill me. After investigating, I found out that he was already dead, having hanged himself like Yuka. Now I feel like I’m surrounded by those kinds of things.”

The deceased is sending messages to themselves, shouting that they want to kill them, as if a figure could pop out from behind a cabinet, door, or curtain at any moment.

In just half a day, her mind was tormented to the extreme. She was tense, sleepy and tired, but dared not sleep.

Misaki asked, "You can definitely see that kind of thing, right?"

Makoto Higa was somewhat embarrassed. She had absolutely no talent for psychic mediumship, but her performance on the surface was flawless.

To fool others, you must first fool yourself.

“Perhaps there’s an evil spirit in that house,” Makoto Higa said seriously. “Have you tried moving out?”

"No."

"Or I can live with you."

Makoto is highly skilled and daring.

"you?"

"I'm a spiritual medium!"

Proud face.

What she learned from someone was that when you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity.

Makoto, whose goal is to become a spiritual medium, didn't even discuss the cost of the exorcism; just being able to participate in it had already excited her.

The two hit it off.

They headed straight for the haunted house.

It's a very ordinary Japanese-style room with tatami mats, a wardrobe, and a full-length dressing mirror.

Perhaps because she had already given herself a hint, Makoto felt an uncontrollable tension when she looked at the ordinary decor, as if something might actually jump out and pounce on her face.

Time ticked by, and then Misaki suddenly stood up: "Ah—!"

"Miss Misaki?" Makoto was startled by the voice, but when she turned around, she found Miss Misaki staring blankly at something.

She quickly grabbed a talisman and threw it over. Whoosh, the talisman burst into flames.

As if something was screaming, the talisman burned completely into ashes, which drifted to the ground.

"Huff, huff, huff!" Miss Misaki collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

I must have successfully stopped something.

Makoto breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to help Misaki up.

"Are you OK?"

"It's Yuka! Yuka was there just now!" Miss Misaki pointed in horror to the corner where they had just been.

Makoto turned her head, but saw nothing.

All she could do was comfort her, saying, "Don't worry, she's gone."

"really?"

"real."

For the next hour or two, nothing happened, and the two people, who were under intense mental strain, began to lose their senses.

"Why did it suddenly get dark?"

Makoto opened her eyes and found it was pitch black outside the window. She instinctively turned her head to look for a clock to check the time, but suddenly heard someone running around on the ceiling.

The air was quiet, and beside me was Ms. Misaki, who was sleeping on the tatami mat. Apart from her breathing, there were only the sounds of footsteps.

very clear.

Bang bang bang, running from left to right in a hurry.

Makoto felt a little resentful. She had no prejudice against children, but she particularly disliked unruly children. Sometimes, naughty children really made people frown.

It must be because the adults in the family have bad character.

咣 咣 咣!
What's going on? The noise is getting louder and louder.

Then the footsteps stopped again.

Makoto got up with a grumble, turned on the light, and went to the bathroom.

Toilet flush.

I had just sat back down when the sound of footsteps running around overhead started again, which was really annoying.

They would stop for a while, then start arguing again, and then stop again.

"Ms. Makoto?" Misaki's voice came from beside her; she had just woken up. "Did you hear footsteps?"

"You heard that too?" Makoto asked.

"Mm." Misaki nodded.

She had just moved in and didn't know who lived upstairs.

The two woke up and checked the time, realizing it was already dark. They decided to eat something and then discuss what to do next.

"There's not much food in the fridge." Misaki brought over a curry rice.

Makoto shook her head: "It's okay."

She came to exorcise demons and monsters; nothing else mattered.

Clang! The spoon fell to the ground.

Makoto almost instinctively bent down and reached out to grab it. Just as she was about to pick up the spoon, a hand suddenly reached out from the darkness under the table and grabbed her wrist.

"Ah!" Makoto screamed instinctively.

A chilling sensation crept up from the back of my head and down my spine.

Misaki asked, "What's wrong?"

The hand suddenly disappeared as she spoke.

“A hand suddenly grabbed me just now.” Makoto sat up, showing the claw marks on her wrist. “Just now…”

When she sat up straight and looked at the person opposite her, she discovered that Misaki had turned into a female ghost with blood flowing from her seven orifices.

With a crack, Misaki's neck made a crisp sound, and her head slumped limply onto her shoulder.

My heart was pounding wildly.

At this moment, Makoto became more rational. She opened her eyes wide, tried to calm her breathing, and grabbed a handful of talismans.

The talisman unfurled in the air, crackling and sparking with electricity.

Then—BOOM!
A bolt of lightning struck the female ghost in front of him, who was bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Huff, huff." Makoto opened her eyes, panting heavily, and found that the sky outside was still bright.

I think I just had a nightmare.

However, it seems like someone is missing from the room. Where is Ms. Misaki?

The sound of running came from above again, but this time it seemed like the person was running down the stairs outside the Japanese sliding door.

Is there a staircase outside?

The sound grew closer, and a woman with long hair stood swaying outside the door.

She could only see dark outlines.

"crack" "crack"

The other person spread their ten fingers apart and pressed their hands violently against the door, as if they were about to break it down.

Makoto swallowed hard and instinctively reached for the talisman in her pocket, but a woman with grayish-white fingernails placed her right hand on her shoulder.

The other person quickly grabbed Makoto's neck, pulled her hair, and dragged her backward.

There was only darkness behind us.

Makoto opened her eyes wide, but she was powerless and could only watch helplessly as she fell into darkness.

"Snapped!"

The small bag hanging around her neck suddenly flashed, and a bolt of lightning shot out, striking precisely the hand that was grabbing her head.

She didn't know how much time had passed until Makoto heard the "clink" of a coin falling to the ground, which brought her back to her senses.

Lucky coins rolled in front of her toes.

One after another, ferocious ghostly figures appeared out of nowhere, staring fiercely at her, yet none daring to approach her.

"Lucky Coin!"

She quickly bent down, grabbed the gold coin, and thrust it forward. The ghosts retreated hastily, fearing they would be hit and their souls would be scattered.

It is indeed a very powerful magical artifact.

Makoto regained her confidence and pulled out a thick stack of talismans.

She can finally subdue demons and monsters to her heart's content.

As the talisman was scattered, crackling magical light burst forth, and the ghosts melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

The remaining ghosts dared not linger any longer and turned to flee.

They also released the image of Ms. Misaki, who had been captured at some unknown time.

"Misaki!"

Makoto discovers Misaki unconscious.

She leaned closer to check.

Thankfully, my heart is still beating.

"Cough cough." Miss Misaki opened her eyes. "I'm a little out of breath, Makoto, let's leave here first."

"it is good!"

The two supported each other, but a group of ghosts bared their fangs and claws, blocking the doorway and jamming it with debris.

Can't get out.

"Climb out the window!" Misaki was perfectly alert.

The room's window was very small, but fortunately, both of them were quite slender. Makoto first helped Misaki climb out of the window, and then she climbed out herself.

As soon as he stuck his head out, a feeling of suffocation suddenly overwhelmed him.

My consciousness returned instantly, and the scenery before my eyes changed once again.

There was no window to escape from; he had clearly stuck his head into the rope that had been used to hang himself.

Ahead, Ms. Misaki was anxiously shouting, trying to get her down from the rope.

It was like a nested dream within a dream, layer upon layer, making it impossible for Makoto to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The lucky coin on her chest glowed again, the rope snapped, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Cough cough!"

He coughed for a long time, covering his neck.

"Are you alright?" Ms. Misaki asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," Makoto shook her head.

Whether it's an illusion or reality, lucky coins can help you turn danger into safety.

“There’s only one person who can save us now,” Makoto said. “I don’t know if he’ll be able to answer our call in the dream.”

Misaki-san: "Huh?"

Without explanation, Makoto picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Moxi Moxi~"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Makoto cried out in surprise, "Quick, help!"

Tan Wenjie: "I'm sleeping, I don't have time in my dreams."

"We're being blocked by ghosts, what should we do?"

"Silently say my name and stride out."

"understood!"

Makoto silently recited the name, and the scenery before her eyes indeed changed; she was back in her room once again.

Everything was normal; only an hour or two had passed.

Miss Misaki looked at her in confusion, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

“Come with me,” Makoto said. “We’re in big trouble, and only one person can save us!”

Makoto tore off the lucky coin from her neck and placed it in Misaki's palm.

The two ran outside hand in hand.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and pedestrians hurried along with their umbrellas; everything seemed normal.

He rushed back to his residence and opened the door to find Tan Wenjie sleeping on the sofa.

She lunged at him suddenly.

"What are you doing?" Tan Wenjie was woken up by the pressure.

I have to admit, Japan really knows how to have fun.

“Misaki and I…she, us, in my dream…” she stammered, then asked, “Am I dreaming right now?”

"How would I know?" Tan Wenjie rolled his eyes.

He actually leaned in, hugged himself, and took advantage of her, then said he was dreaming.

He admitted that the other woman was somewhat attractive, but too young to be considered attractive.

The sound of high heels came from behind.

Kotoko Higa came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand, looking expressionlessly at her younger sister who was sitting on Tan Wenjie's back.

"Shouldn't you be in school right now?"

Makoto's body stiffened: "Sister... Sister?"

Tam Man Kit raised his hands to prove his innocence: "Everyone saw it. It has nothing to do with me. I was just passive."

(End of this chapter)