I have an unlimited number of shikigami

This is a true master.

Faced with a huge sum of 5000 million yen, he still refused without batting an eye, maintaining the original aspiration of a clergyman. What a precious spirit this is.

In a short time.

Inspector Suzuki was full of questions.

Based on his understanding of the little mage, this behavior was either a sign of mental instability or possession by a demon.

Meanwhile, Ito Takumi lowered his head and silently cursed in his heart: What a pretentious guy!

Beside her, Kasahara Asuka stared blankly at Fujiwara Izaya's profile with her bright and clear eyes.

A voice inside her was saying: How could such a kind, righteous, and handsome senior be a monster?

Kitahara Takaki bowed deeply once again.

This is a true master!

At such a young age, he not only possessed extraordinary magical power, but also a transcendent state of mind, displaying the demeanor of a master in every move!

Much better than that scammer!

"Ahh~"

Ito Takumi sneezed.

“Mr. Kitahara, please go back,” Fujiwara Izaya felt the muscles on his face were about to give way, and quickly said to see the guest out, “It’s dangerous here, it’s better for an ordinary person like you to leave.”

"I'm leaving now."

Kitahara Takaki bowed sincerely before turning and leaving.

Another burst of white light emerged and converged on Fujiwara Izaya.

This time the quantity is even larger.

So much so that his legs were trembling uncontrollably when he walked out the door.

Feeling a bit stronger, Fujiwara Izaya watched Kitahara Takaki's retreating figure, a smile that wasn't vulgar, but certainly not benevolent, appearing on his lips.

Although he didn't say anything, Inspector Suzuki suddenly came to his senses.

He had been wondering why Fujiwara no Koboshi, who was desperately short of money, would refuse a reward of 5000 million yen. Now he finally understood: what the Koboshi was after was Kitahara-san's background in the construction company.

Just imagine.

When Mr. Kitahara entered Asakusa Shrine, all he saw was ruins.

Just when he was feeling confused, the young monk said something like, "Helping the gods repair their dwellings can earn them their goodwill." Having just been tormented by vengeful spirits, he would definitely take on the shrine repair work for free immediately.

Compared to repairing the entire shrine, 5000 million yen is nothing.

That's a huge project that would cost hundreds of millions of yen!

This time, the little mage not only made money and gained fame, but also won the admiration of the shrine maiden of Tokyo Daijingu Shrine... Looking at Kasahara Asuka's bright eyes, Inspector Suzuki couldn't help but give Fujiwara Izaya a big thumbs up in his heart.

What a cunning young man...

I'll have to cling to him tightly from now on.

"Come, little monk, have something to eat first," Inspector Suzuki said, opening the bag on the table and taking out the food. "After you've eaten your fill, we'll go serve the people."

There is fried chicken and udon noodles, and the drink is lemon fruit juice.

Ito Takumi was a little hungry, so he moved his small stool over and sat down in front of the coffee table to have something to eat.

“Master Ito,” Fujiwara Izaya said to him, “don’t eat yet, it’s not safe here.”

"No vengeful spirit can enter the barrier I've set up!" Ito Takumi said with a faint, cold smile, glancing sideways at Fujiwara Izaya. "Eat your food without worry. After you're done, I'll show you what real exorcism is all about!"

He's definitely a fraud with no real skills!

Doesn't he know that with a protective barrier in place, a vengeful spirit can't possibly enter silently?

At that moment, Fujiwara Izaya reached out and pointed behind Ito Hoshi.

Ito Takumi turned his head arrogantly.

The female vengeful spirit, her body rotting and her face covered in blood, bent down to press her face against his, her bulging eyes revealing her longing for her long-lost old friend.

"You've been so long since you came, I missed you so much..."

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Chapter 40. This punch is called the Iron Fist of Materialism.

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What an adorable little thing!

Ito Takumi blinked hard and turned to look at the three people opposite him.

"Did you see anything?" he asked in a trembling voice.

“Don’t be afraid,” Fujiwara Izaya comforted him, “it’s just a female ghost.”

"Ok?"

Ito Takumi felt that something was wrong with what he said.

But before he could even process what was happening, a pair of incredibly cold hands wrapped around his waist from behind.

The female vengeful spirit rested her chin on his shoulder, her half-rotten lips pressed against his nose, and whined in a voice as eerie as sand scraping against glass: "You served me so well last time, do it again, or I'll kill you."

Gan!

Ito Takumi's pupils contracted.

His mind was blank; he couldn't think straight at all. He just stood up on instinct and ran toward the door.

Seeing his disheveled appearance as he fled carrying a vengeful spirit, Fujiwara Izaya naturally couldn't stand idly by and quickly got up to chase after him.

"Wait for me, senior!" Kasahara Asuka followed closely behind.

Inspector Suzuki pulled out his pistol, loaded it with specially made exorcism bullets, and ran at a leisurely pace.

The average tenure of a Section 9 agent is five years.

Most of them either died or left Section Nine for psychiatric treatment due to excessive stress.

The reason why Inspector Suzuki was able to serve for ten years.

It's because he's cautious enough.

"Help me—"

Running and shouting, Ito Takumi was extremely nervous and accidentally tripped and fell flat on his face.

The vengeful spirit behind him, its rotting face slowly turned forward.

Fujiwara Izaya arrived just in time, his mind shifting from his waist to his lower body, and kicked the vengeful spirit hard in the face.

"Pfft~!"

The vengeful spirit collapsed to the side.

The head was twisted in an extremely exaggerated way, as if it had been kicked off.

Ito Takumi's expression froze, and he gasped for breath, looking utterly shaken.

In his vision, the vengeful spirit twisted and rolled on the ground, black and foul-smelling liquid constantly sliding down its rotting face. Its eyes, devoid of whites, stared at him with venomous hatred.

The resentment contained within made Ito Takumi's fingers tremble and his whole body go cold.

“Master Ito,” Fujiwara Izaya asked with concern, “are you alright now?”

"N-nothing!"

Ito Takumi stood up, trying to appear calm.

Fujiwara Izaya ignored him and rolled up his sleeves, ready to finish him off.

"Wait a minute! That's not how you exorcise spirits!" Ito Takumi snapped, a talisman appearing out of his pocket without his fingers noticing. "Let me teach you what real exorcism is all about. Watch closely!"

"Jujutsu: Mirage!"

The talisman floated up, and Ito Takumi drew intricate patterns in the air with his hands.

Manipulating divine power and chanting incantations, the talisman shone with dazzling light as if engulfed by raging flames, the flames expanding outward in a radial pattern from the talisman as it devoured the spirit.

The darkness was illuminated, the resentment was evaporated, and the scorching flames spread to the vengeful spirit.

The flames devoured the vengeful spirits, sizzling like roasting meat.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The flashy and elaborate appearance of Shinto incantations is indeed very impressive.

Of course……

Its power is also extremely small.

For example, this vengeful spirit in front of us is screaming in great pain. If it were Fujiwara Izaya's physical exorcism method, it would definitely not live for more than two seconds and would pass away without a trace of pain.

Reflecting the struggling figure of the vengeful spirit in his eyes, Ito Takumi shook his head, sighed, and said with pity, "What a pitiful woman."

Then, with that arrogant expression, he turned to face Fujiwara Izaya, stood with his hands behind his back, and said: "This is my true strength, didn't you see it!"

"Sorry, this isn't enough..." Fujiwara Izaya said politely with a smile, "Impressive, impressive."

As if seeing through his thoughts, Ito Takumi chuckled coldly: "Do you know that I have seven spells that can purify this little vengeful spirit?"

"I admire you!" Fujiwara nodded with a forced smile.

Beside her, Asuka Kasahara stared boredly at the vengeful spirit writhing in the firelight, thinking that if it were her, she could clock out in less than a minute.

If it were Hoshimi Rinko instead, how long would it take?

Just as she was comparing herself to another genius witch in her mind, a gust of wind suddenly blew through the corridor, violently flickering the firelight.

It was rather chilly.

Kasahara Asuka's bored expression instantly became lively.

A faint smile appeared between his brows and eyes, as if he sensed that something interesting was about to happen.