I have an unlimited number of shikigami

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I Have Infinite Shikigami (Author: Fishy Quick Movement)

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Shikigami: "Master, it's time to increase magic power tonight."

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Chapter 1. What a handsome mage!

Toshima Ward, Tokyo.

The sky was overcast, and a light rain was falling.

Fujiwara Izaya, holding a transparent umbrella, pushed open the rusty iron gate to the courtyard.

A large cherry tree came into view, its pink blossoms in full bloom amidst the night rain, their petals delicate and glistening with dew. Apart from that, there were no other bright colors in the yard, and the cherry tree's branches and leaves were so lush that the entire yard appeared eerie and sinister.

Rainwater soaked the black soil, and a few water droplets landed on the umbrella, making a dull thud.

After taking one last look at the cherry tree and confirming that something was amiss, Fujiwara Izaya stepped into the yard.

Passing through the courtyard, there is a small building, a two-story wooden structure.

Step onto the corridor.

"Squeak-"

The wooden floorboards creaked under the strain.

Fujiwara Izaya turned around and glanced at the cherry tree.

The streetlights outside the wall cast their light on the cherry tree leaves, and from the depths of the lush foliage that couldn't be illuminated, a faint mournful sound seemed to drift through the damp, dark rain curtain to my ears.

The sound is out of tune.

It sounded like a ghost wailing.

This wasn't an auditory hallucination; something was warning the intruders.

Fujiwara Izaya folded his umbrella and pushed open the door without looking back.

Instantly, a foul-smelling, eerie wind blew into the room, adding a chill to the already cool air.

And it's getting colder and colder.

There was a rustling sound in my ears, like something crawling, and a cold feeling was approaching.

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly frowned his handsome brows.

It is very strange and dangerous, and it is something that ordinary people cannot perceive.

Only those with extremely keen senses can vaguely perceive this eerie atmosphere.

A pair of thin, pale, bloodless hands appeared out of thin air and grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's neck from behind: "Men must all die—"

The female voice was muffled, slow, lifeless, and had a vague, unreal quality.

“Sister,” Fujiwara Izaya asked kindly, “could you let go of my hand and let us sit down so we can talk calmly about your life?”

The vengeful spirit had almost no intelligence, and he knew that such words were almost useless, but as a priest who was compassionate, he would still try his best to save it if possible.

"Men all have to die—"

This time, his tone became unusually shrill, as if he had been provoked by something.

A stronger gust of cold wind swept through the house, rattling the doors and windows, making the small building appear to be on the verge of collapse.

"It's wrong of you to extend your hatred to all men. For example, an honest and reliable high-quality man like me shouldn't be subjected to your indiscriminate attacks..."

"Men all have to die—"

In an instant, the entire room became chillingly cold, and thick, almost liquefied resentment flowed across the floor, forming a black river.

"Ms. Kishida, listen to my advice, or I'll call the police. You know, in your current state, the police won't believe your nonsense..."

"Men all have to die—"

Gan!

Is this a language repeater?

Fujiwara Izaya reached out, preparing to forcibly pry open the hands gripping his neck.

what……

He was surprised to find that the vengeful spirit's skin felt quite nice to the touch.

It's smooth and delicate, with a cool, refreshing feel, somewhat like frozen tofu. You'll want to keep touching it.

Fujiwara Izaya spread his hands apart and looked back.

A female vengeful spirit with a pale face and eerily bright red eyes and lips came into view.

"Men all need to—"

Fujiwara Rin clenched his fists, quickly gathering his strength.

If you can't be reformed, then cremate them!

A powerful surge of energy erupted from his body, disrupting the almost stagnant airflow in the room.

This is the moment to rid the people of this scourge!

"So handsome!"

"Ok?"

Upon seeing Fujiwara Izaya's face clearly, Miss Wraith exclaimed in surprise, then opened her arms wide and lunged forward into his embrace.

This……

Are you also a sucker for good looks?

Fujiwara Izaya stared blankly, a big question mark appearing above his head.

This sudden compliment left him somewhat bewildered. Although he was tired of hearing such vulgar praise, it was the first time he had ever experienced being told he was handsome by a vengeful spirit in such a terrifying environment.

It's strangely novel.

The eerie wind in the room stopped at this moment, and the thick, liquid-like resentment dissipated considerably.

“Little sorcerer,” the vengeful spirit sobbed, her crimson eyes gazing intently at Fujiwara Izaya, “I have an unfulfilled wish…”

"Um, Ms. Kishimoto, could you please...?"

"I'm willing."

Ok?

You sound quite shy?

Fujiwara Izaya slowly lowered his head, looking expressionlessly at her pale face: "You use this to test the priest?"

The vengeful spirit smiled dreamily: "Is it alright?"

Pooh!

You're thinking about ass!

After a brief moment of distraction, Fujiwara Izaya quickly regained his composure.

He figured it out: this vengeful spirit was full of fighting spirit when it wanted him to come in, but his legs went weak and he had to lean against the wall after he left.

But she miscalculated.

Fujiwara Izaya is not the kind of priest who needs to rely on demons to cultivate!

Although it was somewhat unexpected to encounter a situation where a vengeful spirit was seeking a mate for the first time, he had a pretty good idea of what was going on based on his experience from exorcising spirits many times.

The behavior of vengeful spirits is usually driven by their obsessions from their previous life.

Based on the information provided by the client, the vengeful spirit in front of them was killed in this house by her boyfriend, who was somewhat ugly. Judging from her current behavior, she seems to have two obsessions.

1. Seek revenge on an ordinary man.

Second: Handsome guy Bao Chou.

Given the current situation, you either have to eliminate her directly, or take her home and raise her as your girlfriend.

As the saying goes, if you're brave enough, even a female ghost can take maternity leave... Well, Fujiwara Rin doesn't really want to be a father anytime soon.

and so.

Let's just wipe them out!

"Ms. Kishimoto, I'll help you get out of this predicament right now."

A gentle, jade-like voice rang out, and Fujiwara Izaya reached out and pressed his hand against her forehead.

The crimson light in Miss Wraith's eyes suddenly burst forth, as if she had sensed something and was preparing for a desperate fight.

next second.

Bright yellow demonic fire engulfed her entire body, burning her clothes, hair, body, and even her remaining obsessions.

moment.

Purify everything.

Before the vengeful spirit could even scream, she was instantly vaporized.

The flames vanished in an instant, and everything calmed down.

[Routine Exorcism]