I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

"Make sure you keep a close eye on things when you come back. If anyone gets followed, I'll smash their head in!"

He hung up the phone, turned around, and a hint of disdain still lingered on his pale face.

But the disdain lasted only a moment.

It turned into astonishment.

It stared at the figure that suddenly appeared from the darkness, its single eye almost bulging out of its forehead.

"You fucking—"

But the light from the crescent-shaped palm strikes even faster.

The blue-faced monk's burly body was rendered as fragile as paper by the power of the Crescent Moon Palm.

Shiramu Jun slowly withdrew his palm.

Looking at the monk in front of him, whose upper body had turned to ashes, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The assassination actually succeeded?

Chapter Forty-Six: Your Excellency, Please Listen to the Question

Under the cover of night, a dark figure appeared outside the wall of the house.

It was a monster whose lower body resembled a spider with eight barbed claws like those of an arthropod, but whose upper body was that of a human male.

He looked worried and hesitated, unsure whether to go in.

This month, the rate and quantity of ghosts it was responsible for both failed to meet the targets.

Moreover, this situation has been going on for several months.

If this continues, I'll probably become the boss's punching target.

Thinking of this, the eight-legged demon shuddered.

It had lost count of how many monsters it had seen had their heads smashed by those blue monk fists, only to become the boss's snacks.

The eight-legged demon certainly didn't want to be the next one.

At this moment, it had its eight legs propped up on the wall, secretly inquiring about the movements inside.

If the boss is in a good mood today, he might be lenient.

But if the eldest is in a bad mood

It has eight legs and isn't a vegetarian.

It only took me two minutes to run the entire Akina Mountain course.

If things go wrong, run away immediately and seek refuge in Malaysia!

As the sharp claws touched the wall, the eight-legged demon's expression suddenly froze.

In an instant, it sensed two demonic auras in the room.

One belongs to the boss.

The other group consisted of the third leader, who had just joined.

However, this was not what surprised the eight-legged demon.

In its perception—

As soon as the third leader entered the room, he unleashed his demonic form and rushed impatiently toward the leader.

They actually have this kind of relationship?

The eight-legged demon was somewhat disheveled.

It knew that the third leader was a demon transformed from a tortoise.

The scene of the third leader and the eldest leader entangled together.

The scene is too beautiful to imagine.

At this moment, the eight-legged demon had no wild thoughts; it was filled with only panic.

I had hoped that the boss would be merciful and not pursue the matter of me sneaking away.

But instead, I witnessed something so taboo.

If the boss knew he'd witnessed this, he'd definitely hunt him down to the ends of the earth.

As it panicked, one of the two demonic energies inside the house suddenly receded.

Is that all?

The eight-legged demon hesitated for a moment.

I imagined the scene inside the room.

The blue-faced monk gently stroked the smooth shell of the third leader, gazing at it with affection.

The third leader nestled contentedly in the eldest brother's arms, shyly lowering his head to meet the gaze.

Thinking of this, the eight-legged demon reached out and wiped the sweat from his feet.

Running away now would be a certain death sentence.

Why not take advantage of the fact that the boss has just finished his business and should be in a good mood to show up?

I offer my sincere blessings to those two and stand as a witness to their love.

The boss can't possibly smash a witness's head, can he?

Yes, it can work!

It nodded silently.

I crawled to the door, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

But the scene before it was beyond its expectations.

The first thing you see is a handsome human face.

The aura of the boss was emanating from him.

And the broken tortoise shell that was falling to one side, slowly turning into ashes and dissipating.

The eight-legged demon was stunned.

What the hell?

The human before him smiled amiably, revealing a set of neat, white teeth, and asked, "Are you also a yokai?"

"I am a priest of Tenji Shrine. It is fate that brings us together, and I happened to pass by this place."

But the eight-legged demon didn't listen at all.

Its gaze was fixed on the pile of monster remains around the humans, its eyes wide open.

这 是

Boss?

There's a second-in-command?

Is the third leader here too?

Seeing the spider monster trembling with all eight of its legs, Shiramu Jun tried his best to reassure it, "Your Excellency, there's no need to be nervous."

"These monsters are too violent. They didn't listen to me and pounced on me. I was just acting in self-defense."

"Why bother? I just wanted to ask a few questions."

At this point, Shiramu Jun couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Upon hearing this, the eight-legged demon knelt down with a thud.

With his eight legs stacked together and his head pressed tightly against the ground, he exclaimed excitedly in a standard dogeza (vertical kneeling) posture.

"My lord, please ask whatever you wish! I will answer to the best of my knowledge!"

"I'm usually online all the time, so there's nothing in the organization that I don't know about!"

"But if I can answer correctly, could you spare my life, sir?" it asked cautiously.

Seeing the eight-legged demon so aware of its situation, Shiramu Shun nodded approvingly.

"of course can."

"On the condition that your answer satisfies me."

Upon hearing this, a surge of wild joy welled up in the eyes of the eight-legged demon.

Bai Mujun's expression suddenly turned serious: "Shall I begin asking?"

The eight-legged demon nodded its head frantically, indicating that it was listening attentively.

"How many demons are still in your organization?"

The eight-legged demon was taken aback.

He raised his head, looked behind Shiramu Jun, and kept counting.

Half a minute later, he resumed his dogeza posture and said cautiously.

"Sir, there should only be one child left."

Ok?

Bai Mujun was somewhat surprised, but his expression remained unchanged.

"You should be aware of the consequences of deception and cover-up, shouldn't you?"

The eight-legged demon raised its head tremblingly, its voice trembling with tears.

"Sir, I'm not lying to you!"

It raised its arm and pointed behind Shiramu Shun.

"That bunch belongs to our boss!"

"This whole pile belongs to our second-in-command!"

"There are also combatants and intelligence agents."