Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

Kotekawa Kami thought for a moment and said, "Almost all of the members of the Evil Spirit Society are dead. Next time, disaster will probably come in person. You'd better be prepared."

"Prepare for the worst? What about the aftermath? Are you making arrangements for my funeral?" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's face turned green instantly.

"Be mentally prepared to encounter disaster."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was taken aback, his face turning as if it had been dyed, a mixture of green, white, blue, and purple that kept changing.

After a long while, he sighed and accepted his fate of facing disaster sooner or later.

"The usual rules will do."

"it is good."

Kotekawa Kami responded and gestured towards the woman over there with his lip: "You can leave her some money later."

"why?"

"Look at her, she's wearing a baggy C dress with just a thin string on her wrist. Her life must be very difficult. She probably needs Ishikawa-san's help."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro didn't say anything, but immediately shone his flashlight over. After a long while, he covered his nose and mumbled, "You're right, right, why didn't you put her down?"

"She smelled of alcohol and perfume. If I touched her, I would pick up the smell, so I asked Ishikawa-san to take care of her."

The middle-aged man said calmly, "Leave it to me with confidence."

Kami Kotekawa nodded and said, "Go ahead and make the call, it's getting late."

He wanted to leave immediately, but the old man certainly wouldn't let him go.

Upon hearing this, Yasuhiro Ishikawa immediately took out his phone, but before he could dial a number, many flashlight beams suddenly appeared outside the woods.

The two looked up.

They are a special group of people.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at Ishikawa, who looked on with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

He hadn't even made a phone call, so how did he get here?

However, the surprise on his face quickly turned into a gloomy expression.

Ahead, a middle-aged man with a fat belly, long hair parted in the middle, and frameless glasses perched on his nose strode over, laughing loudly: "Well done, Ishikawa-kun! As expected of the nemesis of the evil spirits!"

Kotekawa Kami had some guesses about who the visitor was.

Is this the section chief that Ishikawa curses at least eight times a day, and who'd drag him down even if it meant his death?

With a tense expression, Ishikawa Yasuhiro forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "Did you follow me here?"

The section chief, with a broad smile, gave a forced one: "Otherwise, how would I know the secret behind Ishikawa-kun's repeated meritorious deeds?"

"You!" Ishikawa Yasuhiro's breathing became much more rapid.

Their relationship had deteriorated to the point of irreconcilable differences, to the point where they no longer wanted to maintain even superficial politeness.

Kotekawa's gaze flickered slightly as he looked at a Special Division member who had taken out a camera, seemingly preparing to collect evidence. He then said softly to Ishikawa, "I'll be going now."

Yasuhiro Ishikawa nodded silently, keeping his unfinished words to himself, intending to talk about them later.

"Wait!" A discordant voice rang out.

The two looked up at what was ahead.

The section chief looked at Kotegawa and smiled warmly: "Come and help me with my work. Whatever he pays you, I'll give you double."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro instantly flew into a rage, his breathing heavy and his eyes blazing with fury. If he hadn't retained a shred of reason, he probably would have already drawn his gun.

Kotekawa Kami shook his head slightly, indicating that he was not interested, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" the section chief pressed on, unwilling to give up. "Are you really not going to reconsider?"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro stared at him expressionlessly, having made a decision in his mind.

Kami Kotegawa then took another step.

The section chief's face finally darkened. He stared at Kotekawa Kami's retreating figure and shouted, "Stop right there! You're not a Special Section officer! What is your identity? Why are you at the crime scene? What's your connection to the evil spirit? And where did you get that protective armor?"

As soon as he raised his hand, the special agents around him all raised their guns and aimed them at Furudegawa.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro exclaimed in shock and anger, "Section Chief Ando, ​​what are you doing!"

"What are you doing?" Section Chief Ando's eyes flashed with a cold light as he ordered, "Ishikawa-kun, go and lock up that thug behind you! Before we find out his identity, we need to bring him back to the Special Division for a chat!"

"He's the helper I hired!"

"Ishikawa-kun?" Section Chief Ando dropped his pretense and said coldly, "You're not even a section chief yet!"

Ishikawa Yasuhiro clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

Kami Kotekawa stopped, looked around, turned to look at Section Chief Ando, ​​and asked in surprise, "Are you serious?"

Section Chief Ando subtly took a few steps back and sternly shouted, "Put down your weapon! If you make any unusual movements, we will open fire immediately!"

"Shoot?" Kotekawa Kami sighed. "You asked for this!"

The temperature around us suddenly dropped.

Sensing something was amiss, Section Chief Ando prepared to give the order to "fire".

But suddenly his eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and an overwhelming drowsiness engulfed him. He leaned back and lay down on the ground.

Everyone in the entire forest, except for Kamiko Kotegawa, was lying down.

Kami Kotekawa strode over to Section Chief Ando, ​​who was half-asleep, his eyes rolling back as if his brain had been "forced offline." He raised his hand and slapped Ando twice, then commanded, "You're a pig!"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Section Chief Ando raised his hand and slapped himself while muttering, "I'm a pig."

Chapter 151 Demonic Tokyo (Part 3)

Inside the car, Kotekawa Kami slapped Ishikawa Yasuhiro's face hard, waking the middle-aged man who was snoring loudly, lost in a sweet dream.

The latter yawned, started the car, stepped on the gas, and drove away.

When they arrived at the door of Kotegawa Kami's house, Ishikawa Yasuhiro finally came to his senses. Recalling everything that had happened, he stared blankly at Kotegawa, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

He had initially thought that Kotegawa's strength lay only in swordsmanship, perhaps enough to kill thirty of him in one go. But after what had just happened, he realized that if Kotegawa wanted to, he could easily take on not just thirty, but three hundred of him.

"Once I get back and verify your identity, I'll transfer the money to your account immediately!" The middle-aged man said with wide eyes and utmost sincerity.

Kotekawa Kami nodded in approval. This was the most endearing thing about the uncle: he never delayed paying the honest workers' wages.

He said gently, "That woman is in the back seat, and the bodies are in the trunk. It's just a bit small, so I tied the extras to the roof. Be careful when you get back."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro was taken aback by what he heard. He glanced up and saw a line of blood slowly flowing down the windshield.

He remained silent, his voice trembling: "Why don't you come with me?"

Twenty minutes later, Kotegawa Kami finally entered the house.

It's very late now, and the night sky has become much darker.

He carried his shoes to the bathroom, closed the door, threw his blood-stained clothes into the laundry tub, washed the shoes again, and then washed himself. After doing all this, he wrapped himself in a bath towel, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, took out a large piece of cooked beef, sliced ​​it, drizzled a few drops of sesame oil on it, sprinkled it with cilantro, took a can of herbal tea, put it on the dining table, and ate it all up in big mouthfuls.

Feeling utterly satisfied, he sighed, washed the dishes, went back into the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth again, and then quietly returned to his bedroom.

In the bedroom, Mikazuki Seisakusou was already asleep.

He gently opened the wardrobe, took out his boxer shorts and pajamas, tiptoed out, and quietly went to the quiet room on the second floor. After changing his clothes, he sat cross-legged on the cushion, regulated his breathing, and closed his eyes to meditate.

I have to go to school after dawn, so I won't have time to sleep.

Disaster could strike at any time, so we must make good use of the time before then.

He cleared his mind of distractions, and his breathing gradually became longer and more even.

In that half-awake, half-asleep state, time seemed to lose its meaning. When I opened my eyes again, my phone alarm went off at five o'clock.

He stood up, twisted his waist and rubbed his legs to relieve his blood stasis. Just as he was about to go downstairs, his eyes suddenly lit up and he saw Mikazuki leaning against the wall, wrapped in a blanket, her legs curled up. She was still fast asleep.

But perhaps because the wall wasn't as soft as the Kote River, his handsome eyebrows drooped slightly, indicating some dissatisfaction.

Kotekawa Kami scratched his head, walked over to her, squatted down, and pinched her little nose.

The girl, who seemed to be a light sleeper, opened her eyes. After a few seconds of confusion, her gaze focused, and she slapped his hand away.

"Slow down, be careful not to get a stiff neck." Kotekawa Kamimi held her neck and massaged it for a while before letting go.

Mikazuki Haruka tried moving her neck, and the stiffness and pain she had felt earlier unexpectedly disappeared. She blinked, glanced at the still dark sky outside, tossed aside the blanket she had been clutching, leaned against him, and murmured, "Good morning."

Kotegawa Kami gently embraced her, and the extremely soft touch stirred his heart.

No, not wearing

The air fell silent. After a long while, the girl calmly asked, "Are you satisfied?"

Kotekawa Kami tightened his arms around her and turned his head to gently kiss her fair neck.

No, a lifetime isn't enough.

Mikazuki tilted his head slightly and hummed, "Time to make breakfast!"

"It's still early, it's still early," Kotekawa Kami said, unwilling to get up, and unwilling to let go.

Don't you do your morning prayers?

"Well, if we eat at home today, we can save time going to a restaurant."

"It's ready!" Feeling his heart pounding faster and faster, Mikazuki struggled to push him away, stood up, glared at him with a flushed face, and ran downstairs with her blanket.

Kotekawa Kami did not follow him downstairs. He silently recited the Purification Sutra over and over again until his mind returned to calm before standing up and going downstairs with a normal expression.

Downstairs in the bathroom, Mikazuki Haruka had her hair wrapped in a towel and was applying cream to her eyes.

Kotekawa Kami blinked, stood to the side, picked up his toothbrush, and began brushing his teeth, while his gaze drifted to one side.

Without looking up, Mikazuki asked, "What's wrong?"

Kotegawa Kami rinsed his mouth, somewhat curiously asking, "Is this the first time I've seen Mikazuki putting on makeup?"

"It's very hot today, so I just put on some sunscreen." Mikazuki tilted his head slightly. "I'm still young, not old enough to wear makeup yet. I usually just draw my eyebrows when I go to school."

Kotekawa Kami paused for a moment, then frowned and pondered.

Huh? Did Mikazuki wear makeup before?