Shota is surrounded by monsters!

After hesitating for a moment, Shota finally gave his name.

"This is Yomi Isayama. Yomi~ Don't keep that long face." Kagura whispered in Yomi's ear, "This guy might be one of your admirers."

"cough."

Huang Quan coughed awkwardly and said, "Hello, judging from your school uniform... you're from Yingli Academy, right?"

Shota continued to wear his school uniform, explaining that it would be troublesome to damage other clothes, while school uniforms could be easily obtained from the school at a low price.

"um, yes."

"Well, who knows, we might even become alumni in the future! By the way, what year are you in?"

"Grade 11..."

"What a coincidence, classmates?"

"Huh? A classmate?"

Shota asked in return, somewhat puzzled.

"I will be transferring to your school next month. I look forward to your guidance then."

Huang Quan greeted him in a natural and generous manner, while Xiang Tai shuddered as if he had heard some kind of curse.

Ah, something's definitely not normal. She's so excited about Yomi transferring to their school. Kagura scrutinized Shota, trying to discern something... Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary person, and Yomi already had someone she liked.

Looking at it this way, it's a little pitiful.

"Yes, I understand."

Shota practically gritted his teeth as he said those words, his mind racing with thoughts of transferring schools. He didn't care about himself, but if Mashiro spent all her time with an exorcist, she was bound to give herself away...

"Is this called 'cut cake'? Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes……"

"Fifty yen for one tael, do you pay for whatever you cut?" Yomi and Kagura exchanged a glance, then Yomi asked Shota, "Can I cut it myself?"

Please make yourself at home.

"when--"

Huang Quan picked up the kitchen knife that was placed to the side and cleanly chopped off a large piece.

Then, Shota subconsciously moved the piece of cake onto the electronic scale.

"Forty-odd kilograms... Let's round it down as a discount, and calculate it exactly as forty kilograms, so the total is forty thousand yen..."

"..."

Kagura and Yomi were stunned for a moment. Although the cake they cut was a bit big, it shouldn't be that heavy, right?

"Wait, is there something wrong with the scale?"

Huang Quan, refusing to believe it, tried to pick up the cut cake...

"So heavy..."

I tried to lift it but couldn't. I had to use some force on the second try to finally get the forty-plus kilograms of cut cake in my hands…

"Oh~ Isayama-kun has such strong arms. Most girls can't lift such heavy things." Shota suddenly noticed something interesting: these exorcists are all very principled—they hate evil as if it were their enemy, but they generally don't bully ordinary people.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry."

Shota pretended to struggle as he took the large piece of cake from Yomi's hand, saying, "It's my fault. I didn't remind you two that this cake is actually quite heavy. Let's just leave this one. We can just cut off a smaller piece to try. As for the rest... I'll take it home and eat it myself, sigh."

"..." Huang Quan and Kagura exchanged glances, agreeing that it wasn't easy for someone so young to be earning money, especially since it was already agreed that they would only pay whatever amount was cut. And they were the ones making the cuts...

Welcome back next time!

Shota patted the four 10,000 yen bills in his hand and happily waved to the two girls who were leaving with the cut cake.

Wow, the exorcist is really rich. What a kind person!

Shota handed 40,000 yen to Mashiro for safekeeping. Just as he was about to shout a few more times, he saw a thin, short, bald old man with a protruding back of his head suddenly stand on his handcart.

The first leader of the Nura Clan, the supreme commander of the yokai in this region—Nurarihyon.

"General, General?"

Shota tentatively addressed her using the same term she had been told when she registered with the Nura Clan that day... How did this great yokai end up here?

"Oh, oh, you're the foreign monster who came last week, right?"

Nurarihyon General scratched his empty head, seemingly trying to recall what Shota and Mashiro looked like, and then said, "It smells pretty good? Did you make these things yourself?"

As he spoke, he took a knife and cut off a piece, then weighed it in his hand and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm...it tastes pretty good. Kid, I'll take the rest."

Nurarihyon jumped off the car and said to Shota, "Help me push it home."

"..."

It felt like he wouldn't get the rest of the money back. Shota's heart was bleeding...

"Oh right, I don't have the habit of carrying money with me."

As expected, it was a free meal.

"Even if it's delivered to your home, no one will pay you."

I know that without you saying it.

"So, consider this a way of paying off that loan, huh? I'm not one to steal from the younger generation."

"Yes, yes, I know!"

Shota suddenly felt the urge to push the cart, grabbed Mashiro's hand, and pushed the remaining half of the cart of rice cakes towards Nura Prefecture.

"This is really troublesome."

As the Nurarihyon Chieftain watched Shota's departing figure, he muttered to himself, "So he's made contact with the heirs of the Tsuchimiya and Isayama families? What an interesting yokai. But this ability to conceal his yokai aura is something that ordinary little yokai can't possess."

"Crow Tengu".

"Yes, General."

A human-shaped raven flew to the general's side, awaiting his orders.

"When you have some free time, flip through some books to see if you can find the prototype of that little guy. Don't limit yourself to European and Japanese monster books, look through Chinese ones too."

"Yes."

"Alright, then I'll go get some more food from other people's houses."

Then the Nurarihyon General disappeared.

Chapter Sixteen. Not everything is edible.

Back home, Shota counted his earnings from selling kimbap that day, which amounted to nearly 100,000 yen. Of that, 30,000 yen was to be returned to Hitagi Senjougahara—her family was also heavily in debt, and this 30,000 yen was probably money she had earned from a temporary job to help Shota out of an emergency. He didn't know how she had earned it.

Shota went upstairs and knocked on the Senjougahara family's door, but found that no one seemed to be home. He decided to wait until he saw her again to return the item to her.

night.

"Zhenbai, go to sleep first, I'm going out to find something to eat."

"juice……"

Mashiro lifted her head, which had turned into a liquid, from the cardboard box, mumbled something, and then lay back down.

"Okay. Stay home obediently."

Shota took out a few coins, glued them together with silicone sealant, and stuck them to his wrist—that way, he wouldn't lose money even if he transformed. After finishing his preparations, he opened the window and jumped out.

"Bam—"

Jumping off the trash can he'd just stomped on again, Shota dusted off his pants, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out onto the street. At the beginning of the week, he'd eaten a mangled spirit, and a day later he'd eaten some crab legs, but after several days of intense exercise, everything that needed to be digested had already been digested…

Shota rubbed his stomach. He hadn't gone hunting for several days, and he figured he should be able to hold out until today without attracting anyone else's attention.

After sniffing around and roughly confirming a few locations, he began to walk into the darkness.

"A ghost? An evil spirit, perhaps?"

Shota looked at the headless evil spirit floating behind the drunken pedestrian. Just as he determined the spirit's identity, he suddenly possessed the pedestrian's body.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

The drunk man suddenly knelt on the ground, clutching his throat in pain, his eyes gradually becoming vacant...

"Snapped."

Shota stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, opened his mouth and took a breath. The evil spirit was directly extracted from the passerby and turned into nourishment, entering the stomach of the Taotie.

"Be careful, drinking alcohol is bad for your health."

After giving a brief instruction, Shota continued walking forward. The pedestrians on the road did not notice anything unusual. Even the drunk uncle simply thought that he had accidentally drunk too much and had a stomachache.

The low-level spirits that had just possessed him were not even worthy of being called appetizers for Shota.

"However, aren't there a lot more demons and spirits in this city?"

Even though this is the stronghold of the Supreme Commander of the Yokai, the frequent emergence of new evil spirits is still somewhat strange. Although these are all food for Shota, the rate at which they are generated reveals a strange aura.

I hope I don't get involved in any trouble.

Shota looked around and headed toward his destination for the night.

There, it seemed that many weak evil spirits were constantly being spawned, but the exorcists all appeared to be dealing with another large monster. For Shota, this was the perfect hunting opportunity.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Hundreds of ghosts huddled together, seemingly desperately crowding towards a certain place. As far as the eye could see, all that could be seen were pale ghosts and eerie green will-o'-the-wisps. The weeds that stubbornly grew from the earth swayed in the cold wind, and even the birds playing nearby had a scarlet glint in their eyes.

Shota looked at the ghosts constantly floating out of the suburban cemetery and shook his head helplessly. He had thought at least one of them would be somewhat capable of catching something. But in the end, they were all these weak spirits.

This feeling is like going out to buy a late-night snack and ending up with only a bag of sunflower seeds – that kind of helplessness.

As soon as Shota saw them with his own eyes, the group of ghosts also noticed the living creature. Hundreds of ghosts turned their heads to look at Shota at the entrance of the cemetery. After being stunned for two seconds, they all bared their teeth and claws and floated towards Shota!

Of course, even a bag of sunflower seeds is something that needs to be eaten.

Shota watched the ghosts getting closer and closer, his tail already thrashing restlessly. His pupils constricted instantly, and then…

"Suck--"