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Chapter 136 Su Zimai: Watch closely, this is the exorcist (Seeking monthly votes)

The time was the evening of July 21st, in Guyimai Street, Lijing, China.

The night sky is exceptionally bright tonight, and the cicadas in the trees are chirping incessantly.

Under the shade of a tree, three figures were standing in front of a residential building.

Piloting the No. 1 unit, Gu Wenyu, Ji Minghuan walked at the front, expressionlessly playing with her phone.

Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo'an were carrying their luggage, standing quietly behind him, waiting for him to open the door with the key.

Ji Minghuan lowered his head slightly, sending a message to Su Zimai on WeChat while taking out his key from the backpack slung over his shoulder and inserting it into the keyhole of the door.

Even though the key was in the lock, he just wouldn't turn the doorknob.

The next second, his body suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes fixed on the phone screen, as if he had suddenly received a threatening text message from a bandit.

[Gu Wenyu: Oh right, I forgot to tell you, Dad, my older brother, and I have already returned to China. They want you to come back from Japan as soon as possible.]

[Su Zimai: I'm already at home.]

Gu Zhuoan and Gu Qiye stared at the mysterious figure from behind, as if there was something unclean in the room.

Confusion gradually appeared in their eyes. They were thinking, "Hey kid, why are you taking so long to open the door?"
However, neither of them spoke up to urge them on. They believed that such a stubborn child should be patiently educated and given plenty of gentleness and tolerance.

A small supermarket across the street projected a white light screen onto the street. Someone rode a bicycle across the street, the shadow of the wheels rolling through the light screen, and the friction of the chain made a soft rustling sound.

After a moment, Ji Minghuan finally looked up from the doorknob, turned his head to look at the two of them, and stared at them with a strange expression for a while.

The suspenseful atmosphere surrounding the three grew even stronger.

Ji Minghuan remained silent, only shaking his head and waving to them. His actions resembled those of a special forces soldier conducting a demolition operation, signaling his teammates to bring in a fixed-point bomb and break down the door.

Gu Zhuo and Gu Qiye were still completely confused, but they cautiously moved closer to Gu Wenyu.

Ji Minghuan turned around, put his arms around their shoulders, and brought their heads together. Then he made some gestures in front of their eyes.

He first pointed to his eyeballs with his index and middle fingers, then made a karate slash across the front of his neck an inch away, followed by a gesture of tilting his head back and rolling his eyes.

"Did a murderer break into the house?"

Is there a thief hiding in our house?

Both Gu Zhuo and Gu Qiye made their speculations simultaneously, their tone and expressions remaining quite calm.

Ji Minghuan shook his head, took a deep breath, glanced at them separately, and slowly revealed the answer:

"My sister said... she got home yesterday."

The father and son had initially appeared quite relaxed, as if a thief breaking into their home was nothing more than a trivial matter. However, after Ji Minghuan revealed the truth, they paused slightly, and their expressions visibly became serious.

Yes... If bad guys break into the house, they just need to hold back a little, limit their physical strength to below the level of an average human world champion, and subdue the other party in a way that does not cause any harm to anyone.
Even if things get worse, and while they're still lingering outside, all the valuables in the house are stolen, they can just buy them back. The word "lack of money" doesn't exist in Gu Qiye's or Gu Zhuo'an's vocabulary.

Gu Qiye, in particular, has already received more than he can spend in the salary he has earned from the Alien Association over the years, not to mention the additional income from advertising endorsements.

But... when Su Zimai entered the house, the nature of the matter changed dramatically in an instant.

This little tyrant's status in the family is no joke.

In their eyes, Su Zimai was like a bomb, and from the first second they stepped into the house, they should be prepared to carry out a bomb disposal operation.

Maybe she'll just accidentally cut a single wire, and she'll explode on the spot, slam the door, and leave, and you won't be able to see her at home for the rest of the summer.

Ji Minghuan released his arms from their shoulders, curled his lips into a smile, and looked at the two preoccupied individuals with satisfaction.

He thought to himself, "Brave men, show the same force you had when you held me hostage for a few minutes at the sushi restaurant that day. I, as an innocent lamb being bullied, have to suffer this kind of treatment. My sister, the instigator, should at least atone with her death, right?"
"Tell me... how do we get her to the meeting?" he broke the silence, his tone unusually solemn.

“Actually, there’s no need for that. Think about it calmly. Xiaomai just secretly went to Japan without telling us.” Gu Qiye shook his head. “She’s finally back. Let’s not put pressure on her. Let her calm down for a while and try to act as naturally as possible.”

Gu Zhuoan lowered his head and remained silent.

The old father had virtually no say in the family; he was just thinking that he would have to talk to Gu Qiye again and then talk to Su Zimai about the exorcist...

With two things piling up, his brain, which only supports single-threaded thinking, began to become chaotic.

"Huh? Aren't we really going to call a meeting with her?" Ji Minghuan immediately deflated.

“No, let’s pretend nothing happened for now, and find a chance to talk to her later.” Gu Qiye smiled. “Alright, stop standing there like an idiot at the door. People who don’t know better will think we’ve been robbed.”

As he spoke, he gestured behind him. The supermarket owner was peering out from behind his reading glasses, trembling as he observed the three of them, seemingly about to pick up the phone and call the police at any moment.

"Ok."

Ji Minghuan pursed his lips in disappointment, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open to enter.

He took off his shoes on the shoe cabinet, put on indoor slippers, and walked into the living room. He then turned his head and saw Su Zimai sitting on the sofa watching TV.

She was wearing an orange hoodie, and as usual, she liked to sit barefoot on the sofa while watching TV. Her hair, still slightly damp, was tied in a high ponytail and smelled of orange shampoo, as if she had just taken a shower.

Ji Minghuan put his hands into his coat pockets, silently shifted his body to the right, moving sideways like a crab, and finally sat down next to Su Zimai.

He took the lead, posing as a bomb disposal expert, casually resting his arm on the back of the sofa and saying:

"Hey sis, long time no see."

Su Zimai rested her head on her knees, ignoring him, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at the television screen.

Ji Minghuan looked at the TV and continued, "It's really not me selling you out. Big brother just happened to walk into a barbecue restaurant and then happened to run into you and your teacher. The world is so small."

"What does it have to do with me, Ji, that you sold the black pupa?" he added in his mind.

"roll."

Su Zimai's words are concise and to the point.

Seeing that her warm gesture was met with a cold shoulder, Ji Minghuan was too lazy to continue talking to her. He secretly decided that next time he went to see Su Zimai in his black pupa, he would definitely bring her a pair of Sparrow's diapers. Otherwise, how could he show his brother's care for his sister?

The sound of the door closing came from the entrance hall, and then Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuoan entered the living room one after the other.

Gu Qiye glanced at Su Zimai's profile, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, stopped behind the sofa, gently patted Su Zimai's head, and then carried his suitcase upstairs.

After putting down his suitcase in the corner of the living room, Gu Zhuo seemed unsure of what to do. So he leaned against the wall, slightly hunched over, took a cigarette from his pack, and brought it close to the flame of the lighter.

Ji Minghuan opened a bag of shrimp chips and suddenly asked, "By the way, could you tell me... what exactly is this 'exorcist' you mentioned last time?"

As he spoke, he leaned his head back on the sofa, put down his phone, and adopted a relaxed, reclining posture.

After a long silence, Su Zimai said softly, "Do you really want to know? Don't regret it." "Otherwise, I thought about it later, and I felt your reaction was strange, not like you were joking," Ji Minghuan said. "Then I started to worry that it might be some kind of cult..."

He glanced at Su Zimai's profile. "Little sister, you wouldn't be stupid enough to get into those things, would you?"

"You come with me."

Su Zimai spoke expressionlessly, turned off the TV with the remote control, got up from the sofa, and walked towards the stairs.

Seeing this, Ji Minghuan also stood up and casually tossed the TV remote to his father behind him: "Dad, you've been carrying luggage for so long, sit down and watch TV."

After saying that, he went upstairs without looking back.

Gu Zhuo reached out and caught the remote control that flew towards his face. He silently watched Gu Wenyu and Su Zimai go upstairs, then took the cigarette from his mouth, stubbed it out, and threw it into the trash can.

He turned on the TV with the remote and switched to the news channel.

The news channel in Lijing was broadcasting the internationally sensational news from yesterday—an underground auction in Japan was attacked, and apart from the foreign aid hired by the organizers, none of the guests or bodyguards survived. The news anchor then claimed that the perpetrator of this incident was the "White Crow Brigade," which had previously been infamous internationally.

This auction undoubtedly allowed the Outcasts to record more information about the Phantom Troupe, especially since hidden cameras captured the faces of some of its members.

Photos of the group members were shown on television, a total of seven photos, showing the seven members: "Origami Ayase", "Takikage Oda", "Lan Duoduo", "Jack the Ripper", "Bloodline", "Xia Pingzhou", and "Qi Yuanli".

Gu Zhuo'an's gaze lingered on the regimental commander's photograph. He stared into Qi Yuanli's deep, dark eyes, recalling the events of that day, and his expression slowly darkened.

"Don't let me catch you next time..."

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the house, Ji Minghuan followed Su Zimai into her room.

Gu Qiye was just about to put the dirty clothes into the washing machine when he knocked on the open door as he passed by. He turned to look at Gu Wenyu sitting on the bed and gave him a word of advice:
"Wenyu, I have to go out later. I've already set the washing machine. After the clothes are washed, could you hang them out to dry on the balcony?"

“Okay.” Ji Minghuan nodded and replied casually, “You can go now.”

He knew without a doubt that Gu Qiye needed to report the auction incident to the Alien Association. Given the extent of the White Raven Brigade's disturbance in Tokyo, the association was undoubtedly taking it very seriously; Gu Qiye probably wouldn't be back until two or three in the morning.

At this moment, Gu Qiye looked slightly surprised, as if she hadn't expected Gu Wenyu and Su Zimai to have such a good relationship. So she gently curled the corners of her mouth, picked up her clothes, and walked towards the bathroom.

Seeing that Gu Qiye had left, Su Zimai glanced at Ji Minghuan and said without looking up, "Close the door."

"What are you doing? Why are you being so mysterious..." Ji Minghuan muttered, obediently closing the door.

Su Zimai sat on the bed and glanced at him sideways: "Didn't you say you wanted to know what an exorcist is?"

Ji Minghuan thought to himself, "Are you really going to tell me this? Did the auction incident scare you so much that you lost your mind?"

"Then let me ask you, what exactly is an exorcist?"

As Ji Minghuan spoke, he sat down next to her and met her gaze.

"Exorcists, like Outcasts, are one type of extraordinary human beings."

Ji Minghuan asked in confusion, "Then why haven't I heard anyone discussing 'exorcists' online? The supernatural abilities classes at school didn't mention this either. Surely you don't know more than the experts, right?"

"Because... exorcists are different from people with superpowers. Exorcists can only work in the shadows. If people knew that 'demons' existed in the world, they would be in a state of great panic."

Su Zimai was silent for a moment: "But people with superpowers are different. No matter what, they are still human beings, unlike demons who are all kinds of strange creatures. People have an innate affinity for people with superpowers who are also human beings, and even worship and admire them, treating them like gods."

She paused for a moment: "But demons are different. Think about it, if everyone knew that there was a race called 'demons' in the world, and that most demons had superhuman strength and a cannibalistic habit, how big of an impact would that have?"

Ji Minghuan didn't answer, but silently raised her hand and touched her forehead.

"I don't have a fever."

Ji Minghuan withdrew her right hand from her forehead, propped herself up on the bed, and concluded: "In short, what you mean is that revealing the existence of demons will have a huge impact on the human world, so exorcists must also be forced to hide their identities, right?"

"Ah."

"And then... you're an exorcist? A superhuman who specializes in beating up demons?"

"Ah."

"How long have you been keeping this from us?"

"About half a year ago, I became an exorcist and met my teacher at that time."

"Half a year?"

Ji Minghuan murmured softly, raising her eyebrows slightly.

He pondered with some surprise: So, Su Zimai only took half a year to awaken her Skywalker and advance to become a second-tier exorcist? If this is true, the word "genius" doesn't even begin to describe her growth rate, does it?

No wonder Ke Qirui was taking her around aimlessly; she'd picked up a genius exorcist.

However, Ji Minghuan still remembered that Su Zimai's Sky Drive "Magic Gloves" was rated as A-level in the system's assessment, which was a whole level lower than Xia Pingzhou and Ke Qirui's Sky Drives, but Su Zimai's growth rate was faster than Ke Qirui's.

From this perspective, there should be no direct correlation between the potential of Skywalkers and the growth rate of exorcists; in fact, it is possible that the higher the potential of a Skywalker, the slower its advancement speed.

However, none of these rules apply to Ji Minghuan's second mech, because he is a player who not only grows quickly but also has high potential for Sky Drive.

Taking advantage of Su Zimai's inattention, Ji Minghuan lowered her right hand to the edge of the bed and pushed the restraints out of her sleeve against the floor. Sensations flooded the floor like rain, and she realized that Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuoan were nowhere to be seen in the living room on the first floor.

I guess they've already left.

"What else are you hiding from me?" Ji Minghuan asked in a low voice after a moment of silence.

Su Zimai did not answer, but simply raised her right hand. In an instant, a magic glove covered her palm, and then a tall black hat appeared on her head, with a red cloak hanging behind her.

Ji Minghuan feigned a dazed look, his mouth agape in disbelief. If it were the No. 3 unit, Yagubaru, sitting here, his mouth would be wide open enough to swallow the entire bed.

"This glove is called 'Skyward Glove'. Everyone's Skyward Glove is different. Mine is a magic glove, and everything else is just an accessory."

As Su Zimai spoke softly, she got up from the bed, took off her black top hat, flipped it over, and a pigeon flew out. Then, a dotted line suddenly extended from the tip of her magic glove, connecting to the pigeon's tail feathers.

The next second, the pigeon flew out of the open window.

Su Zimai got up and walked to the window, stepped onto the windowsill and slipped out. At the same time, she slightly tugged at the threads on her magic gloves. In that instant, the pigeon suddenly mutated, swelling into a huge monster outside the window, its eyes flashing with an eerie light.

She removed her hair clip, letting her black hair, tied in a high ponytail, fall over her shoulders. Then she put her magic hat back on, stood on the giant dove, and her red cloak swayed in the moonlight like a bird's tail feathers.

Su Zimai glanced sideways at Ji Minghuan, giving her a disdainful look. "What are you still standing there for?"

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