The Japanese-fear sorcerer who started by taking in Tomie

"What would you like to ask, brother?"

Jack bowed, his face full of obsequiousness, and asked. If Jack's underlings knew this, they would be terrified.

When did the mighty Jack become like this?

Do you know the legend of Hanako in the toilet?

Xin Hengyuan then asked.

"I know, it's been all over the place lately. It's just an urban legend, isn't it? Something about knocking on women's restroom doors at 3 a.m. It's obviously just something to fool kids." Jack scratched his head sheepishly, looking puzzled.

He didn't understand why this new guy was asking about this.

"I'm more interested in this urban legend. Do you know anything else about Hanako? If not, I'll go ask someone else." Shin Hengyuan frowned, and then tried to send Jack away.

"Wait, wait, wait! Boss Xinheng, I actually know a thing or two!" Jack quickly called out to him, afraid of missing this opportunity to curry favor.

"What? Speak quickly."

"I remember seeing a book in our school library before, I think the pen name was something like 'Erotic Teacher,' it was a very, very old book, and it seemed to mention something like 'Hanako.'"

Jack quickly said.

Erotic teacher?

Is your book serious?

I don't watch serious stuff.

Seeing Xin Hengyuan's constipated expression, Jack immediately realized that Xin Hengyuan had misunderstood and quickly explained.

"No... not those erotic books! It's just a pen name! A pen name! That book is a suspense novel, but the content is quite bizarre. I remember one chapter, I think it was specifically about... something about Hanako."

"You still have time to read?" Xin Hengyuan glanced at him, his tone tinged with surprise.

"Hehe," Jack scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly, "occasionally, just occasionally I'll read some novels or something."

"Let's go, lead the way." Xin Hengyuan raised his chin to indicate.

"Alright, bro! Let's go this way, this way." Jack was overjoyed and immediately bowed and scraped as he walked ahead, eagerly extending his arm to lead the way.

"Hey bro, how did you manage that? Can you teach me?"

"Brother, are you actually an Onmyoji? Did your sect order you to descend to the mortal realm for training? Are you still recruiting? Do you think I'm suitable?"

"Big brother, big brother, can you hear me?"

……

Jack diligently led the way, but his mouth never stopped, bombarding him with questions.

Xin Hengyuan walked behind without any expression, completely ignoring everything.

"Big brother, it's just ahead."

Jack pointed to a relatively dilapidated library in front of him and said.

This library was built when Sakuramitai was first established, and it is now nearly eighty years old.

The paint on the exterior walls is already peeling and the ivy has densely climbed most of the walls, making them look nothing like they used to be. However, they have been well maintained and you can still vaguely see some of their former luxury.

"Hmm." Xin Hengyuan nodded and pushed the door open to enter.

Contrary to expectations, the library was filled with the fragrance of books upon entering. The interior was clean and orderly, with old bookshelves standing quietly, neatly displaying various books. Although the wooden floor was old, it was extremely clean, without a speck of dust.

It's clear that this library is regularly cleaned.

"What are you here for? To borrow books? If you're borrowing, just choose what you want and register at the front desk. If you're just reading, please don't talk loudly."

A clear and pleasant girl's voice came from the front desk.

Looking up from Xinhengyuan.

She was a young woman dressed in a Chinese cheongsam, with a graceful figure reminiscent of the gentle charm of the Jiangnan region of China. She had her hair tied in a neat ponytail, and wore frameless glasses. She was tidying up a stack of old books in her hands, and her gaze swept over us lightly from behind her glasses.

Chinese?

This thought immediately popped into Xinhengyuan's mind.

It's no wonder he overthinks things.

With this outfit, if you said he wasn't Chinese, Xin Hengyuan really wouldn't believe it.

He should at least be of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent.

"Okay, Fujiwara-neechan." Jack nodded quickly, grabbed Shin Hengyuan's sleeve, and walked deeper into the bookshelf.

The girl didn't even look up. She picked out the top book from the stack of ancient books that had just been piled up beside her, opened it, and began to read it carefully.

"She's Chinese? A Chinese person?" Xin Hengyuan asked, then frowned. "Also, why do I get the feeling you're quite afraid of her?"

"Shh... Big brother, keep your voice down." Jack shrank back, glanced back to make sure the girl wasn't looking this way, and then leaned close to Shin Hengyuan's ear.

"The boss's name is Fujiwara Chizuru. She's probably not Chinese. I don't know for sure, but after she arrived, this old library came under her management."

"As for why I'm afraid of her..." Jack swallowed, lowering his voice even further, "Because I was pretty with the boss back then, so I wanted to... I wanted to be friends with the boss, but she beat me up for three whole days and I couldn't get out of bed."

After saying that, he glanced back again with lingering fear. Norika Fujiwara was still quietly turning the pages of her book, and tears occasionally welled up in her eyes behind her glasses. He didn't know what she was looking at.

After hearing Jack's words, Xin Hengyuan's lips twitched.

Is that what you call making friends? I'm too embarrassed to point out your little scheme.

"Never mind, where's the book?" Xin Hengyuan asked directly.

"I need to look for it. Don't worry, brother, go sit over there and rest for a while." Jack quickly smiled apologetically and pointed to the row of old wooden tables and chairs by the window.

"I remember it's around here, I'm sure I can find it, leave it to me!" Jack patted his chest and assured him.

New Hengyuan: "..."

Oh well, it's not urgent anyway.

Summoning Hanako would have to wait until midnight; it's still early. Besides, he's not going anywhere, and he wouldn't dare go into the women's restroom. If he were charged with attempted rape, Shin Hengyuan would be devastated.

After all, in Japan, even with an alibi, it can still be considered that you had opportunities to harm others.

He used to study incredibly hard, with the sole goal of getting into Tokyo University and living a happy, romantic, and comedic life.

But now...

Is magic not appealing enough? Or are Tomie, the Slit-Mouthed Woman... not fun to play?

Study? Study my ass.

With nothing else to do, Shin Hengyuan turned his attention to the librarian at the front desk named Fujiwara Chizuru.

Fujiwara.

This surname is no ordinary one. It belongs to the first noble family in Japan. Especially during the Heian period, the Fujiwara family controlled the court for hundreds of years as relatives of the emperor. Even the emperor's bloodline is Fujiwara-influenced—after all, all the wives of the emperors were women from the Fujiwara family.

To put it bluntly, back then, the Emperor was practically synonymous with the son-in-law of the Fujiwara family.

How could someone with such a surname end up managing used books at a high school?

Xin Hengyuan leaned back in his chair, squinting as he observed the girl in the cheongsam. She was still looking down at her book, and when she read something moving, tears would occasionally well up in her eyes.

In this fast-paced era, it is truly rare to find someone who can still settle down and read a book.

Xin Hengyuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Fujiwara Chizuru slowly closed the book, raised her eyes, and met Shin Hengyuan's gaze directly.

"What books are you looking for? I've read all the books in this library, and I know where every single one is," Fujiwara Chizuru said calmly, her tone carrying an air of certainty.

"I don't know the title, it's a suspenseful mystery, the author's name is..." Xin Hengyuan subconsciously started to speak, but suddenly stopped halfway through.

How should I put it? Should I just say it directly?

What respectable person would use that as their author name? If I said it out loud, wouldn't I be considered a pervert?

"...Mr. Ero?" Fujiwara Chizuru replied calmly, her tone completely flat. "That book is in section C, row 3, column 2, number 12."

New Hengyuan: "..."

No, you actually know that!