I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

"That lord appeared out of nowhere in my dream and threatened me to come here. During this process, I didn't see his true face."

"The way that monster came here was the same as the little demon's; it also didn't see the master's face."

Can one move freely in dreams and absorb demonic power within them?

Do such gods exist?

Seeing Shiraki Shun deep in thought, the eel demon was startled, and cold sweat trickled down its forehead.

Does she feel like she's deceiving him?

This can't go on!

It will be exorcised!

Thinking of this, it panicked and said quickly.

"My lord, although this humble demon does not know what that person intends to do."

"However, a few days ago, that person suddenly increased the task assigned to us several times over."

"That period coincided with the time when news of your story, High Priest, began to circulate!"

"I suspect that sir intends to attack you, High Priest!"

"Please, Your Excellency, be sure to take care of your safety!"

Upon hearing this, Shiramu Jun frowned slightly.

He nodded immediately: "Alright, thank you for reminding me, I understand."

"I believe that what you have said is the truth."

Hearing this, the eel demon was overjoyed.

In this way, they'll most likely escape the exorcism!

Perhaps, they could even take this opportunity to join the priests' side and swear allegiance!

It's not a bad path either.

It then saw Bai Mujun conjure up a square table out of thin air and place it in front of him.

Shiraki Shun patted the divine artifact that he hadn't used in a long time and smiled.

"However, I have always had a good habit."

"After getting the answer, you need to verify it again."

"So, sir, please take a seat."

Chapter 211 The Palm Technique That Descends from Above

Just as Shiraki Shun had suspected, the eel demon had indeed not lied.

The experience of coming here, and the work I do here, are just as it has just confessed.

That's all the information it knows about this place.

However, it did not lie.

However, there was something they were hiding.

All of this is laid bare in the Shikon Jewel.

For example.

In order to continuously recruit members for the Monster Mutual Aid Association, the eel demon secretly did a lot of dirty work.

Among the four souls of the eel demon, Shiraki Shun witnessed many horrific scenes.

For example, it uses magic to bewitch a truck driver and control him to rush towards a car.

Or it could be a scene where the rock goblin is ordered to capture a human male and then feast on him.

All sorts of things.

Shiraki Shun obviously had nothing to say to such a monster.

A crescent palm strike was delivered.

Ship it directly to the underworld, so that Izanami can collect it herself.

Shiraki Shun put away the divine artifact.

I looked up and gazed at everything in the room.

Who knows how many bloody and cruel things have happened beneath this pristine white light?

Without a sound, the light of the Crescent Moon Palm in his hand burst forth once more.

In an instant, a gentle silver light shone throughout the room.

Under his powerful magic, the walls and floor of the room quickly vaporized and disappeared.

This revealed a previously barren and desolate piece of land located on the outskirts of Nagano City.

After confirming that everything had been destroyed, Shiraki Shun used his escape technique to leave.

Return once again to the room where the Zashiki-warashi had entered my dream.

Looking at the Zashiki-warashi lying on the bed, still asleep, a thought stirred within him.

"Mommy mommy!"

"Look! I got a score of 60 in math!"

At the door, the Zashiki-warashi gazed at Kiritani Kouki, who was excitedly skipping and jumping towards her not far away, holding a test paper that was half checkmarks and half circles. Tears welled up in her eyes.

She casually wiped away her tears and opened her arms to welcome Kiritani Kouki, who rushed into her embrace.

She hugged his head, her voice choked with emotion, and said, "Mom always said that as long as Hanghui keeps working hard, he will definitely be able to do it one day!"

"Yes, Mom, I'll try to get 70 points next time!" Kiritani Kouki nodded confidently.

what?

Seventy-seventy points?

Ten points higher than sixty?

Upon hearing this, the Zashiki-warashi felt not joy, but a sudden shock.

She suddenly raised her head, grabbed Kiritani Kouki's shoulders with both hands, and stared at his face in disbelief.

Hanghui, you need to get 70 points on the test?

Am I dreaming?

next moment.

Kiritani Kouki's youthful face became increasingly blurry in her eyes.

She felt as if a tremendous force was coming from her, and a sudden feeling of weightlessness struck her without warning.

The Zashiki-warashi slowly opened its eyes and gazed at the familiar ceiling.

My heart was filled with a tremendous sense of disappointment.

It really was just a dream.

She silently sat up, preparing to get out of bed.

The setting sun outside the window served as a reminder to her.

Hanghui should be back soon; I need to hurry home and prepare dinner.

In an instant, the Zashiki-warashi was startled.

I saw two teddy bears, one big and one small, placed on the windowsill of the room.

This was something she won at the shooting booth when she took Hanghui to the temple fair last year.

Although he used a little demonic power to cheat, Hanghui was unaware of it.

However, that's not the point!

These two dolls should be placed in your own home!

Why would someone appear in a mutual aid society?

The Zashiki-warashi instinctively turned its head to look at everything in the room.

He was stunned again.

Isn't this the Kiritani family?

When did I get back?

Could it be that I haven't woken up yet?

Zashiki-warashi hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pinched her left cheek.

The burning pain reminded her that she wasn't dreaming.

what is the problem?

Did I sleepwalk?

However, she no longer had time to think about it.

It's already 6 p.m., and if we don't prepare dinner soon, we'll be too late!

The Zashiki-warashi quickly got up, floated down the stairs, and went to the kitchen.

As I passed through the living room, I suddenly heard a conversation.

One of the voices was young and delicate, clearly belonging to Kiritani Kouki.

The other voice, though gentle, sounded much more composed.

Ok?

Did Hanghui bring his friends home?

The Zashiki-warashi stopped in its tracks.

Driven by curiosity, she quietly approached and carefully opened the living room sliding door a crack.