Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 256 You Are Born to Become an Immortal

A normal person would be more or less grateful to the savior, but Fujiwara Yoshi is different. He thinks this is what Fushimi Shika should do.

That's right, he is the only son of the Fujiwara family. Who would dare to let him die? Even if he encounters an accident, the emergency doctor will do his best to rescue him. This is the doctor's job. Does he need to be grateful?
It’s not like my family doesn’t give me reward money!
After all, these people are all after money. Who would look at a poor person lying on the side of the road? This world revolves around the powerful and wealthy. It is an eternal truth that the lower class serves the upper class.

"From now on you will protect me closely!"

As he spoke, Fujiwara Yu pulled out his cell phone from his windbreaker pocket and made a phone call, "Hello? Is that Izumi? Who's on duty at the police station right now? Tell them to come over and report to the field service! Tell them to hurry up!"

Afterwards, Fujiwara Yoshi gave the address, hung up the phone, and looked up to see Fushimi Shika turning around to leave. He quickly reached out and grabbed Fushimi Shika: "Didn't you hear me talking to you? I asked you to protect me closely--"

"Why?" Fushimi Shika asked back.

Fujiwara Yu had just woken up, his mind was like a paste, and he couldn't think about anything too complicated. Hearing this, he impatiently took out his wallet and said, "I'll pay you, okay? Stop talking nonsense..."

Fujiwara Yoshi casually took out a few hundred thousand yen and handed it to Fushimi Shika. The latter did not take it, but gently pushed it back: "We monks don't touch the smell of money."

"Too little?"

Fujiwara Yu sneered and took out another dozen large bills. Seeing that Fushimi Shika was still unmoved, he simply took out a black card and slapped it on Fushimi Shika's chest: "Swipe it as you like!"

"I've already told you, it's not about money." Fushimi Shika put his hands behind his back.

In fact, he has nothing against this kind of playboy. This kind of person is so poor that he only has money left. He is just a giant baby spoiled by his family. The parents of this naughty child are more hateful than the naughty child himself. As a mature and rational adult, how could he possibly care about a child?

"Then what do you want?"

Fujiwara Yoshio was really surprised. This was the first time he encountered a situation where money was not working.

"I want you to listen to the truth and convert to my teachings..."

Before Fushimi Shika finished speaking, he realized that he was too immersed in the play. But since things had come to this point, he might as well go all the way. He took the opportunity to tempt her:
"Do you want to gain wisdom beyond that of ordinary people? Do you want to comprehend the mysteries of the soul? Do you want to obtain incredible superpowers such as immortality, turning stone into gold, telepathy, invisibility, teleportation, and levitation?"

"Yes, who wouldn't want to?"

After Fujiwara Yoshi finished speaking, he felt his ears were sticky. He reached out and touched them, and they were covered with blood scabs. He immediately felt that something was wrong.

Can evil spirits also attack physically?

"Very good." Fushimi Shika picked up the cold tea and splashed it on his face, then wiped the blood off with a handkerchief. "I am looking for a disciple who can inherit my mantle. Your physique is one in a million, so you are a good candidate."

Fujiwara Hō was splashed with tea in the face, covered with a handkerchief, and had his head rubbed like a hajime. He was stunned for a few seconds, then he reacted and reached out to grab Fushimi Shika's collar: "You...are you kidding me?"

"I don't want your money, what's the benefit of playing tricks on you?" Fushimi Shika asked calmly.

Fujiwara Yu heard this and thought it made sense. Before he could think about it, Fushimi Shika struck while the iron was hot and continued, "Why don't you think about why the evil spirits attack you instead of others?" "Hiss... why?" Fujiwara Yu asked.

"Because you have a noble fate, you are born superior to others!"

Fushimi Shika used his social skills to the fullest, and said something that matched the other person's perspective: "Section Chief Fujiwara, from the first time I saw you, I felt that you had an extraordinary demeanor and the appearance of a true dragon... But now that you are a hidden dragon in the abyss, I guess Section Chief Fujiwara is not welcomed at home and everything is not going well at work, right?"

The more Fujiwara Yoshi listened, the more he felt it made sense, especially the part about 'born to be superior to others', which was very true.

But he thought again and felt that this seemed like nonsense. Wasn't it obvious that he was superior to others?

However, he is indeed unwelcome at home. His father always looks at him with a frown, his relatives appear respectful on the surface but actually laugh at him in secret, and he is often suppressed by his superiors at work, so that he is still only a criminal section chief so far.

Fushimi Shika opened his arms, patted his arms, pinched his shoulders, and said solemnly: "This is a test from God! You were born to be a god, how could you be held back by the secular world?"

Fujiwara Yu suddenly understood what was wrong with his life. It turned out that all the troubles in his life were the disasters he encountered before he could become an immortal...

wrong!

Fujiwara Yu came back to his senses. He was not a fool. Becoming an immortal was too outrageous. He was not clear-headed just now and was almost fooled. He immediately asked back, "Then why didn't you become an immortal?"

"I'm not talented, but you are better than me." Fushimi Shika said seriously, "After all, people's physiques cannot be generalized."

Fujiwara no Hiroshi looked enlightened and thought, "So that's how it is. This makes sense."

Seeing this, Fushimi Shika asked Fujiwara Hideo to start practicing right away. The latter was stunned and felt that it seemed a bit hasty to practice right away.

"Don't you understand your situation? The evil spirit has already set its sights on you! If you want to survive, you can only seize the time to practice... As the saying goes, God is jealous of talented people, and this is also the life-and-death catastrophe you must go through!"

Fushimi Shika's talk is getting more and more nonsense. Even the believers of Aum Shinrikyo would not believe such nonsense.

But Fujiwara no Yoshiko believed it. After all, he had just encountered a ghost and was still a little scared. He hurriedly asked Fushimi Shika what to do.

Fushimi Shika told him to sit cross-legged, close his eyes, empty his mind, and not think about anything. Fujiwara Yu did as he was told, and as soon as he closed his eyes, Fushimi Shika covered his head with a handkerchief.

"What is this for?" Fujiwara Yoshi asked.

"I'm casting a spell so that the evil spirits can't see you for the time being." Fushimi Shika said something nonsense, and then criticized: "Be serious! Don't talk! Practice well!"

"Uh... Got it."

"I told you to stop talking!" Fushimi Shika criticized again. Seeing that Fujiwara Yoshi said nothing, he nodded contentedly, gently opened the sliding door, and left the reception room.

Fujiwara Yu sat quietly for a while, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. At what level of cultivation would he be considered safe? He couldn't just sit here stupidly all night, right?
He thought Fushimi Shika was still in the reception room and wanted to ask, but was afraid of delaying his practice. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to just go for it. After all, he would just sit there and do nothing. What was so difficult about that?
(End of this chapter)