I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Yuukawa Yaya just said "oh" and didn't take it too seriously.

After all, consecration is one of the most profound subjects in Shintoism.

Even Chiyo, the most respected matriarch in the shrine, had to be completely focused during the consecration ceremony and dared not be distracted in the slightest.

It is truly remarkable that Shiraki Shun has reached this level at such a young age.

"Alright, let's begin."

Yu Chuan raised the camera, pointed the lens at herself, adjusted the angle, and said crisply.

"Good evening, fellow ghost hunters! It's time for Night Night's ghost hunting!"

"Today, our ghost-hunting location is the very famous Sendagaya Tunnel in Shibuya Ward."

"Speaking of the Qian Tuo Valley Tunnel, everyone should be familiar with it. When this tunnel was being built, due to the tight schedule, we chose to tunnel directly under the cemetery to build this tunnel."

"It is rumored that because passing vehicles disturb the peace of the ancestors, handprints will inexplicably appear on the car windows when the vehicles pass through the tunnel."

"Also, if you look up when you pass through a tunnel at night, you will see a female ghost covered in blood hanging upside down staring at you, or suddenly fall onto your car hood."

"Some say that if you go there to record at night, you'll capture strange noises that weren't there before."

Yuukawa Yaya's voice quietly stopped, as if she were giving people an immersive experience of terror.

However, when Shiraki Shun watched Yuukawa Yaya talking to herself while holding a camera, he didn't feel that it was scary at all. Instead, he felt like he was watching a stand-up comedy routine.

Well, it would be even better if a clapper talk segment could be added.

Yuukawa Yaya gave a few more words of introduction, then said firmly, "No matter what, let's find out tonight."

"Priest Shiraki, let's go!"

Chapter Twenty-Five: Please Increase the Intensity

Although it is also a tunnel, the Cheonta Valley Tunnel is not as long as other tunnels, with a total length of only 61 meters.

From this side of the tunnel, you can see directly to the other side.

At a normal walking pace, it would only take one minute to cross.

But at this moment, more than ten minutes had passed since Bai Mujun and his group entered the Qian Tuo Valley Tunnel.

Shiraki Shun's expression, which had initially held a hint of anticipation, gradually became numb.

The reason for my numbness is not because this place is particularly terrifying.

The main problem is that Hanekawa Yaya is just too good at spitting water.

As soon as it came in, it started chattering and looking around.

"As you can see, the brightness in the camera's field of vision is much lower than when we came in. This is because of the influence of the yin energy here."

"Look, everyone, the guardrails in the Thousand-Layer Valley Tunnel have this kind of structure. Is there any special significance to this?"

"Look everyone, the tunnel lights are really bright!"

Upon hearing this, Shiramu Jun couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It was because of people like this who liked to post nonsense that he kept fast-forwarding through videos in his past life.

At this moment, Yuukawa Yaya exclaimed "Eh!" and made another new discovery.

"Priest Shiraki, could you please get me the camera?"

She handed the camera to Shiraki Jun, then went to the edge of the tunnel, stood on tiptoe, and pointed to a patch of mottled red stains on the wall.

"Ahem, everyone look here!"

"Some people may not know that when the yin energy in a place accumulates too much, it can have some impact on reality."

"For example, human face shapes may grow on some ancient tree trunks, and voices may be heard in abandoned houses. These are all caused by excessive resentment."

"Look at this pattern, doesn't it look like a hideous, distorted face? This is proof of the excessive accumulation of yin energy in the Thousand-Layer Valley Tunnel," Yuukawa Yaya said to the camera.

Shiraki Shun, holding a camera, looked up at the abstract patterns on the wall.

If I had to say something...

Those lines barely formed the outline of a face, with some vague scratches on it, and had absolutely nothing to do with a hideous or distorted appearance.

After looking at him for a while, he looks a bit like someone who smokes, drinks, and gets a perm.

Even using magical powers, one cannot see any resentful aura above it; it is not a manifestation of any evil spirit's influence.

It was just a tactic that Hanekawa Yaya used to liven up the atmosphere.

Yu Chuan glanced down at her watch and realized that the thirty-minute spirit-binding time was almost over, so she spoke a few minutes faster.

"Alright, that's the general situation of the Thousand-Layer Valley Tunnel. The next step is to find the rumored ghost." Yuukawa Yaya took down the camera and carefully raised the lens towards the top of the tunnel.

It carefully circled around once, then aimed itself back at itself.

"Hmm, nothing found. Maybe the timing is wrong, or maybe the ghosts only appear when you drive in."

"In any case, we've reached the end of the Thousand-Tadago Tunnel, let's get out of here first."

After emerging from the Sendogaya Tunnel, Yuukawa Yaya finally breathed a sigh of relief and stretched in the evening breeze.

After reviewing the footage from the camera, he said with satisfaction, "That's enough. This material should be sufficient."

"Priest Shiraki, you've had a good night!"

"Not at all, it's the priestess Hanekawa who has had a hard time."

Shiramu Jun's words were not just polite.

After all, the person who was talking non-stop to the camera was Hanekawa Yaya.

We need to find ways to create atmosphere, enhance the scene, and build suspense.

Both are very mentally taxing.

In contrast, his job was very boring.

I was just standing there as a tool for more than half an hour.

Carrying handbags, taking photos and videos.

You can get a reward of 100,000 yen without even showing your face.

All Shiramu Jun could say about such a tedious job was...

Please intensify your efforts.

While Yuukawa was tidying up, Shiraki Shun asked.

"Hanakawa Shrine Maiden, how did you start filming ghost-hunting videos?"

"It was just a personal hobby at first," said Yuukawa Yaya, hanging the camera around her neck.

"But after patting it, I discovered..."

"Filming ghost-hunting videos is really lucrative!"

Shiraki Jun was taken aback.

He had expected to hear a reason like, "I started making ghost-hunting videos to protect everyone's wonderful daily life."

Filming ghost-hunting videos to make money?

This is so realistic!

"Ah, Priest Shiraki, please don't misunderstand. The reason I did this is all for the sake of our Kanda Shrine."

"Our Kanda Shrine is a shrine that protects wealth."

"The best way to show respect to the gods is, of course, to work hard and make money!"

"Think about it, if even the shrine maidens are poor, who would want to come to our shrine to worship?" Hanekawa Yaya explained in a serious tone.

It turned out to be the case.

Shiraki Shun nodded thoughtfully.

In this sense, this is the Shinto that Hanekawa Yaya upholds.

In a sense, it can also be considered piety.

He couldn't help but praise, "It's truly rare for the Shrine Maiden Hanekawa to have such a state of mind."

"Of course, I'm the shrine's chief shrine maiden!" Hanekawa Yaya puffed out her chest proudly.

Chief Priestess?

Shiraki Shun looked surprised.

It's not just about status.

Hanekawa Arashi once revealed that her fee for exorcising a spirit at Raimyo Temple was around several hundred thousand yen.

Kanda Shrine holds a status in the exorcism world that is in no way inferior to Raimei-ji Temple.

The chief priestess is the best among them.

Shiraki Shun couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Hanakawa Shrine Maiden, how much did you earn last month?"

"Hmm? Let me think."

"It seems to be around seven million yen."

Yuukawa answered casually.

Click.

It's the sound of a heart breaking.

"Alright, Priest Shiraki, let's go back." After finishing tidying up, Yuukawa Yaya turned around lightly and returned to the other end of the tunnel.

Bai Mujun followed, somewhat sullenly.

Damn it, they're all shrine staff!

Why is it that other people's monthly salary is more than the money I could save up after three years of hard work?

Something must have gone wrong.