Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 44 Thoughts and Sumiyoshi Shrine

Generally speaking, the items held in the hands and worn on the body of a third-stage ghost are part of its body. After the ghost dies, these items will turn into ashes and dissipate.

But this thing is different. Yang Liu had already discovered its special features when he was fighting against monsters before.

The demon's special power, in addition to the abilities shared by the three-stage ghosts, is mainly the ability to eject resentment from the body, like a jet propeller to increase mobility or punch speed.

This effect is indeed very powerful in combat, but it is obviously different from the "special ability" of the saber that triggers a second explosion as soon as it comes into contact with it.

Not only does it have special abilities that are different from the demon itself, but it is also not the same as the previous demon. It is obvious that this saber is a very special product.

Yang Liu was not sure whether this saber was made by teacher Sasaki himself and then placed in the hands of the demon to nurture, or whether it was naturally produced due to various special reasons and then discovered by him, but it was obvious that his existence had disrupted the other party's plan.

"But this is really an accident..."

Yang Liu scratched his hair in distress when he realized that he had inexplicably made an enemy.

In fact, if possible, he wouldn't mind just returning it to the other party. After all, he makes a living with his body, so he doesn't really have to take this thing.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that Mr. Sasaki is quite wary of him. He only made some tentative gestures during their previous chat and did not say this matter explicitly.

Of course, Yang Liu was also aware of Sasaki Moye's concerns. After all, this thing didn't look simple at first glance. I'm afraid that no matter who it was, they would think that the other party would definitely not return it to them.

But Yang Liu himself is indeed an exception. It doesn't matter whether he wants this kind of extra gain or not. If he can really reduce the number of enemies through it, Yang Liu doesn't mind.

Of course, the most important thing is that he really doesn’t know how to use this thing!

According to experience from novels and comics, a shrunken object like this should be able to return to its original size by inputting some energy.

But the only energy he can use now is the black ball of light. It is impossible to use it to drive this thing. This is his life-saving thing!

Even if Yang Liu was beaten to death or jumped off a cliff, he would never use this thing!
Anyway, his specialty is actually long-range throwing. When he really needs a weapon, he can use a rebar as a javelin.

If you really need explosive capabilities, wouldn't it be better to find some gunpowder and make a homemade bomb?
Yang Liu had personally experienced the destructive power of this knife. Although it was indeed quite destructive to living creatures, it was nothing compared to modern weapons.

Since it is useless, there is no point for Yang Liu to keep it. It is better to see if he can trade it for something useful... If not, he can ask for some money at least!
"Let's try to get in touch with him after school starts. I hope he's a good person to talk to. It would be best if we can trade with him."

But deep down, Yang Liu didn't want to get too close to this teacher Sasaki Momoya. After all, this guy's characteristics would evoke some kind of fear in Yang Liu's heart.

He has a gentle appearance, often smiles, wears black-framed glasses, and is a faculty member!

Yang Liu was afraid that if he angered the other party, he would take off his glasses, comb his hair back with hairspray, and then give himself a "thunder cannon".

Considering that there really are extraordinary powers in this world, the things he imagined have a real chance of happening!

Thinking of this, Yang Liu shuddered involuntarily, shook her body, changed her posture and looked out the bus window:
"Please be nicer to Mr. Sasaki next time we meet. I don't think I said anything offensive just now..."

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Fukuoka City, Chuo Ward, Sumiyoshi Shrine. It was getting close to evening, and since today was not a holiday, there were almost no people in the shrine except for the temporary shrine maidens working there.

The row of ramen pubs next door have also gradually opened. The aroma of barbecue wafting through the partitions attracts office workers who are tired after a day's work.

The main hall of the shrine is the classic "Sumiyoshi-zukuri" style of shrine architecture. The front is an area for tourists to visit and worship, while the back is where the priests handle various daily matters.

Behind the main hall, the chief priest of Sumiyoshi Shrine was kneeling in front of a low table, processing today's documents.

The so-called "shrine priest" refers to the highest person in charge of a shrine, and can also be considered the real owner of the shrine besides the gods.

Masaru Yokota and Miyaji looked at the pile of documents in front of them and felt that they were already a little overwhelmed.

But we have to do nothing about it. After all, Sumiyoshi Shrine is the most important shrine in Fukuoka besides Hakozaki Hachimangu Shrine, and it holds more than 20 large-scale festivals every year.

Although all the festivals in March have ended, we must now start preparing for the Shioji Festival in early April.

In addition to the shrine and walking trail that are visible to the naked eye, the shops on the entire street outside are also owned by the shrine, and the rent and related issues regarding these shops need to be dealt with at the end of each month.

There are also various commissions from dignitaries that need to be dealt with. In addition, the witches these days hire temporary workers and have to pay them wages every day...

"Ah...if that brat could mature sooner, he could share more of my burdens."

Yokota Masakazu and Miyaji sighed, but did not really intend to disturb their son. After all, although the brat was a little off-kilter, he was the most talented candidate in the entire shrine in a hundred years.

"Forget it, I'll just be tired... No! I can't let myself suffer this misfortune alone, I'll go back tonight and test that kid's homework!"

Whenever they thought of their son's sour face every time they tested his homework, Yokota Masahiro and Miyaji felt happy, as if the pile of documents in front of them were not so troublesome anymore.

Just as he picked up the next document to deal with it, he was startled by a loud shout from outside.

"Dad!!"

The happy mood of Yokota Masaru and Miyaji disappeared, and veins popped out on their foreheads.

He pulled out a short wooden board from under the low table with great skill and threw it out of the hall without even looking up.

Boom!
"what!"

Not long after the scream, a young man wearing hunting clothes and with a big bump on his head walked into the main hall, touching his head.

"You little brat! How many times have I told you? You have to call me by my title in the shrine! Also, no loud noises! Have you forgotten all the etiquette I taught you?!"

"Dad, didn't you also throw the tablet around randomly?!"

The young priest grumbled in dissatisfaction, but seeing that his father was glaring at him again, he could only shut his mouth and respectfully hand back the tablet that had hit him on the head.

(End of this chapter)