Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 19 Travel
Cold, dark...

This is how Masayuki Matsuda felt when he regained consciousness.

An inexplicable fear surged over him like a tsunami, and the endless darkness reminded him of how he felt before his death.

Under extreme fear, Masayuki Matsuda opened his eyes involuntarily, and then saw the environment he was in.

He was very familiar with this house because he died in this house, but the house now seemed to have more furniture than before.

"Oh, you're awake?"

In the kitchen next door, Yang Liu poked her head out after hearing the noise.

Matsuda Masayuki looked at Yang Liu's outfit in bewilderment: "Hello... what are you..."

Yang Liu was now only wearing a pair of large shorts, holding a huge soup spoon in one hand and a small plate in the other.

The exaggerated muscles are displayed without reservation, bringing unimaginable impact.

"Hmm? Me?" Yang Liu looked down at her image, "Of course I'm cooking."

Yang Liu turned around to turn off the fire in the kitchen, put on heat-proof gloves, and brought out a large straight pot used specifically for making bone soup in the restaurant from the kitchen.

"Oh, by the way, please help me and put the potholder on the table."

"Ah? Ah! Okay, okay."

Masayuki Matsuda nodded blankly, controlling his spirit to change shape, but because of his severe injuries, he could only form an individual the size of a doll.

But this size is enough. It floats onto the table and spreads an extra-large silicone insulation pad from the side.

Yang Liu gently placed the big pot on the table. Matsuda Masayuki took a look inside and found that it was full of stewed meat.

Yang Liu turned around and opened a rice cooker full of rice from the kitchen. Without even taking a bowl, she directly took out the rice cooker pot along with the rice inside.

Sitting on the chair, Yang Liu saw the recovered evil spirit puppet-like body still suspended in the air. Out of Chinese politeness, he subconsciously asked:
"Eat something?"

"Yes! Oh, that's not right. How can I eat in my current state?" The still confused Masayuki Matsuda finally reacted.

"Of course not, so I'm just asking politely."

Yang Liu scooped a few cubes of meat with a soup spoon and poured them over the rice along with the broth.

After a long period of slightly high-pressure stewing, the meat has become completely soft, the fat has become crystal clear, and the whole piece of meat is filled with reddish-brown soup.

She stuffed the meat, soup and rice into her mouth. The rich aroma of meat and rice made Yang Liu squint her eyes in satisfaction.

Compared to the relaxed Yang Liu, Matsuda Masayuki was much more restrained, his body floating up and down in the air, not knowing what to do now:
"Um...you..."

"Yang Liu, just call me Yang Liu. No need to be so reserved. Sit down."

Yang Liu swallowed the food in her mouth, stretched out her chopsticks and pointed at another chair.

"Okay, Mr. Yang Liu, thank you."

Matsuda Masayuki slowly floated over the stool and sat down. Looking at Yang Liu who was eating heartily, he asked hesitantly:
"Mr. Yang Liu, are you a psychic?"

"It's difficult to explain my identity in detail, so just understand it this way."

"Okay." Matsuda Masashi nodded subconsciously, then became a little nervous, "Mr. Yang Liu, what do you want to do by keeping me?" Having never met a psychic, Matsuda Masashi subconsciously compared Yang Liu with the Onmyoji that was popular in Japan.

In Japanese legends, Onmyoji have the ability to control ghosts and monsters to fight. Now that I have become like this, could it be that this psychic intends to turn himself into a Shikigami?
"Stop thinking nonsense."

Yang Liu's voice came, and Matsuda Masaichi, who was lost in his fantasy, was stunned: "Can you read minds?"

"I don't have that kind of convenient ability, but your body changes tell me that you are thinking about some messed up things." Yang Liu pointed at Masayuki Matsuda.

Masayuki Matsuda looked down and realized that his spirit had turned into a paper man-like shape without him noticing.

"What's wrong with me?!" Masayuki Matsuda was a little panicked.

He tried to control his spirit to return to normal, but not only did the spirit not obey his control, it even became more and more strange.

"Don't worry. The appearance of a ghost's spirit body is controlled by your consciousness. However, without the regulation of the brain and hormones, the ghost's consciousness will become particularly active and difficult to suppress. Calm down, and your body will slowly recover."

Under Yang Liu's guidance, Matsuda Masayuki tried to calm himself down, and the spirit finally returned to its normal puppet shape.

After the chaos, Matsuda Masayuki was not so nervous anymore: "Um... Mr. Yang Liu, may I ask what is your purpose in keeping me here?"

"Hmm? Didn't we make a deal before? You also want to go back and see your mother again, so I'm here to help you. You can just understand that I want to help you become a Buddha."

"But..." Matsuda Masayuki felt a little ashamed, "I don't have any compensation to give you. I just started working and died before I could get paid."

Yang Liu was busy eating, and took the time to wave her hand: "Don't worry about the reward. Our transaction is absolutely fair. I will be paid after you become a Buddha."

I, Masayuki Matsuda, have also read a lot of anime and read a lot of novels, so I quickly thought of a possibility: "Will it be a merit if I am saved?"

"It's okay if you understand it that way."

……

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In one meal, Yang Liu ate three kilograms of meat and the same amount of rice, which left Matsuda Masayuki stunned.

Leaving half of the meat for the next meal, Yang Liu washed the dishes and waved to Matsuda Masayuki: "Let's go, there's no time to lose, let's go to your house first... You should still remember your address, right?"

"Remember." Matsuda Masayuki nodded quickly and floated to Yang Liu's hand.

After learning the exact location of his home from Matsuda Masayuki, Yang Liu reached out and picked up a basketball-sized object wrapped in clothes next to him. That was the sacred tool he had separated before.

"It's going to be a little uncomfortable in a while, just bear with it and leave this room."

"Yes!"

Yang Liu undressed, and the hair that was originally wrapped around the torii had completely turned into a black ball.

He raised his hand and pressed Masayuki Matsuda on the ball, and Matsuda was sucked in before he even had time to react.

Raising his hand to weigh it, Yang Liu put the ball into his schoolbag, put on his back and left the room.

Just as he expected, the seal of the Torii not only suppressed the ghost, but also freed it from the shackles of the earthbound spirit, allowing it to leave the room.

Of course, there are disadvantages as well. In addition to being very uncomfortable when being sealed, the earthbound spirits that leave their own territory will quickly dissipate once they are freed from the seal.

(One more chapter.)
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