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

Walnut was a little unhappy, but there was nothing she could do.

After locking the door to the lounge, Kotegawa looked up at the sky.

Today is April 26th, his fourth week in Tokyo.

If we calculate according to the lunar calendar of my hometown, it is exactly the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar.

It is said that the moon is fullest on the sixteenth day of the lunar month.

But the moon on the fifteenth of the lunar calendar is already very round, bright and round, like a big plate, hanging high in the sky.

He opened his arms, took a deep breath, bent down to adjust his ID card on his chest and the armband on his arm, and went on patrol with his sword.

The women's apartment complex is open to all, except for the women's dormitory area, which is not easily accessible under normal circumstances.

This includes public changing rooms, public bathrooms, and public laundry rooms.

Patrolling is actually quite tiring. There are many places to check, and they are all different. Especially in the dark, you have to shine a flashlight around by yourself, and you're specifically looking for strange-looking monsters and ghosts. Just thinking about it is a bit scary.

Feeling the hardships of life and the difficulty of earning money, the young man sighed and first walked around the vicinity of the three apartment buildings.

It is said that monsters and ghosts prefer to attack patrolling people first, probably because it is easier to succeed. This is because there are protective barriers around the three apartment buildings, which are said to have been set up by a master.

So if the patrol team walks around and finds everyone safe and sound, it proves that the area is safe.

Kotegawa Kami Heian took a walk around and used a flashlight to inspect the public places.

He stood outside, glanced at the long row of square-grid buildings in front of him, focused his attention on his nose, and sniffed the air.

"It stinks! The socks, the clothes, and..."

He covered his nose and looked in the direction of the locker room with great dissatisfaction.

Whose smelly socks didn't get home to wash and are just sitting in the cupboard fermenting? Seriously, are they planning to grow mushrooms on them?

This talent is also quite silly; it would be great if it could only smell monsters.

He sighed, fanned himself in front of his nose, gave up the idea of ​​being lazy, took out his key from his pocket, opened the door and went in, checking each room one by one.

Good, there are no signs of any unusual biological activity.

Kotekawa Kami went out and locked the door, shutting out the darkness inside the house from the outside world.

However, just as he pulled out the key, he suddenly felt several pairs of eyes watching him.

Right behind him, about ten meters away, I silently stared at the back of his head.

He put the keys in his pocket and turned around in surprise.

Goodness, are there really little mice out foraging for food?

This is truly courting death.

Under the silvery moonlight, two people holding hands, seemingly covered in blood but with only the whites of their eyes showing, saw him turn around. They immediately threw what they were holding to the ground, then jumped back in unison, their figures becoming ethereal and disappearing.

Kotekawa Kami paused slightly, lowered his hand from the hilt of his sword, stepped forward, shone his flashlight on the sword, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

It was a very familiar pair of white panties; he had seen it at school before.

"Are those two ghosts from the old school building? How can they get out?" he muttered, crouching down and shining a flashlight on a line of crooked, small characters. His pupils instantly contracted.

Please, save us!

"Did something happen to those Piao Jiangs?"

He stared at the slowly fading panties on the ground, hesitated for a moment, then stood up and strode towards the lounge.

Although I don't really want to get involved in ghost matters.

However, the somewhat blurry handwriting in the letter he had read earlier made it difficult for him to remain indifferent.

He quickened his pace, ran into the lounge, and knocked loudly on the doors of Shirakawa Kurumi and the young priest.

This is a three-bedroom house with three bedrooms for their use.

Shirakawa Kurumi, who was probably asleep fully clothed, quickly opened the door, a katana in her hand, her eyes grave: "Has something happened?"

Given Kotekawa Kami's strength, he certainly wouldn't be in such a hurry to call them if there were no other reason.

The junior priest also came out, carrying talismans in his hand.

Kami Kotekawa recounted what had just happened, and concluded by saying, "I'm going back to check now. You all be on guard... Have the caretaker turn on all the lights here! We'll contact you anytime if anything happens!"

“Okay!” Shirakawa Kurumi said without hesitation, “The girls living there are all very pitiful. We’ll take care of this place!”

Kami Kotekawa nodded slightly, then thought for a moment and said, "If there really is a problem, don't think about fighting it alone. Try to stall for time. I'll come back as soon as I've dealt with things over there!"

"If only we had a car, we could get there much faster!"

"It's fine, it's just next door anyway, it would be quite troublesome if you had a car."

Kotekawa Kami waved his hand, turned around, and ran away.

"What do we do now?" the junior priest asked, looking slightly nervous. He clearly hadn't expected things to go wrong on the very first night.

Kurumi Shirakawa didn't answer; she was on the phone. Shortly after she hung up, the lights in the entire apartment building instantly turned on, illuminating the area like daytime.

Chapter 157 Demon Tokyo (Part 5) (12/21)

Under the moonlight, in the North District, a group of hooded men in black robes stood in a dilapidated and desolate courtyard, looking at the cherry blossom trees before them, each one with its roots dug up, and they all fell silent.

There should have been some supplies here.

The location of the supplies should only be known to the branch leader and Lord Disaster...

If the branch president were dead, only Lord Disaster should know, but now it's clear he's been ousted...

Who did it? The Five-Eyed Rat Branch Leader? Or the Nightmare Maiden who has gone missing?

The man at the front took a deep breath to calm the raging anger in his heart, and his hoarse voice sent shivers down one's spine: "Go."

"Yes!"

The several dark figures all transformed into streaks of light and rushed southward.

The calamity, its crimson eye filled with ferocity, also turned sharply and disappeared into the darkness.

When have these evil spirits ever suffered such a great loss?

Revenge is imminent!

Just a little bit of preparation is needed, just a little bit...

……

Kotekawa Kami ran all the way to the wall on one side of the school, and without stopping, he bent his knees and jumped over the wall.

The campus was shrouded in black fog, creating an atmosphere of unease.

Kotekawa Kami sniffed the air, his brows furrowing deeply. He glanced towards the old school building, a chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes.

These evil spirits smell the stench on the hairy body, I've had enough of it!

The shrine outside the old school building was shattered on the ground, and the two locked iron gates were wide open. No wonder the ghosts inside are now running all over the campus.

He walked in expressionlessly.

In the darkness, a gust of evil wind swept over us.

Without even lifting his eyelids, he drew his longsword, the almost solidified sword light lingering in the air for a long time.

"Thud!" A heavy sound came from the darkness, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

Kotegawa Kami walked deeper into the area.

The worst smell wasn't upstairs, it was downstairs.

The air inside the old school building was cold and damp, with a stinging sensation on the skin.

Kotekawa Kami found the stairs leading down and walked down step by step, his gaze calm, neither looking around nor worrying about any sneak attack.

Perhaps this old school building was specifically prepared for ghosts.

The underground space is enormous, and it's not just one level.

Kotegawa Kamimi had no interest in visiting the exhibits and went down the stairs to the bottom floor.

This layer glowed with a faint, ethereal blue light.

The temperature was as low as if I had entered a cold storage room.

A tall, hooded figure in a black robe was bending over and carving something on the ground. In the corner, a group of trembling ghosts were huddled together, hugging their legs.

When Kotegawa Kami walked in, both the ghost and the hooded man in the black robe looked up at him.

He lowered his head, looking at the large patch of tattered cloth spread on the ground, and fell silent for a moment.

Each ghost carries an object, a vessel for its own spirit and its obsessions.

When the spirit dissipates, the object it possesses also breaks apart, like pieces of cloth scattered on the ground.

He bent down and pulled out half a white pair of panties from inside.

There were a few crooked words faintly visible on it.

The room temperature suddenly dropped even lower.

The black-robed hooded man's hand trembled inexplicably, and the crimson eyes shining beneath the hood flickered slightly. For some reason, it seemed to see the shadow of Lord Calamity in the human before it.

It stood up, holding a long staff that looked like a Zen monk's staff, and looked down at Kotegawa from a height of nearly two and a half meters. The hood fell down, revealing a grotesque head with a single horn that was completely unlike a human.

Kotekawa Kami put the piece of cloth in his hand into his pocket, glanced at the group of ghosts huddled in the corner, and said softly, "Do you know? Attacking underage girls is punishable by death."

His eyes suddenly sharpened, and the longsword in his hand emitted a clear ringing sound, its light flashing like lightning.

Suddenly, a cloud of black mist burst forth from the unicorn monster, turning the entire room black.

Then, the single horn on its forehead glowed with a bluish light, and it looked back and forth as if preparing to attack.

A solid, clear sword light flashed, and the horn snapped instantly.

Another flash of sword light, and its hand was severed at the wrist, falling to the ground with a thud.

Instead of slicing it down with a single sword strike, Furutekawa Kamimi did the same to the Five-Eyed Rat, slicing it from head to toe.