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

An old man with dark spots on his face and sagging cheeks looked at the person opposite him and said in a weak, hoarse voice, "Mr. Kame-san, it's been two days, and the target still hasn't shown up. Could it be that the intelligence is wrong and the person isn't even in Tokyo?"

The Mediterranean old man sitting opposite him took a sip of sake and snorted coldly, "The intelligence is extremely accurate! The target was here three days ago! Clearly, the target has gone into hiding!"

“If that’s the case, then this is going to be difficult.” The old man who had spoken earlier sighed, his eyelids drooping wearily. “It’s just that we can’t afford to waste any more time on the fifty million and the friendship with the Kondo family of Heian-kyo.”

Kame-san's face darkened, his fists clenched, and he stared at the old man opposite him: "Kondo-san, why haven't we received a reply regarding the information we need? Finding out information about the target in Tokyo is really a difficult task?"

The old man named Kondo sighed, rummaged in his wide sleeves, took out a photograph, turned it face down on the table, and pushed it over, saying, "Shrines are not to be trifled with, especially shrines closely related to the Bureau of Onmyōdō and the Special Department... This is something I found out with great effort, Mr. Kame-san, what price are you offering?"

Gui Sun Sang stared straight at him and raised his right hand.

A person bent over and presented a silver-white box, opened it, and faced the other side.

Inside were ten stacks of neatly arranged new 10,000 yen bills.

Gui Sun Sang raised his hand and stretched it out in front of him, coldly saying, "Ten million, give it to me."

Kondo chuckled a few times, his wrinkled face scrunched up, and pushed the photo he was holding down over there.

The grandson took it, lifted it open, and there was a group photo of the three of them.

One is the target, an extremely beautiful girl, and the other is a taller boy.

Gui Sun stared at the girl in the photo, unable to look away. He asked in a suppressed voice, "Who is she?"

"Who is she?" Fujimoto, who had just finished counting the money and put away the box, revealed a strange smile: "She is the target's older sister."

Guisun fell silent, clenching and unclenching his fists before finally saying, "We're businessmen! Taking only the right hand of our target is enough..." He looked up and pointed to the tall boy at the end of the photo: "He... he can't be from the Shirakawa family, can he?"

Fujimoto nodded with a smile: "The target has a withdrawn personality and doesn't have many friends. According to my investigation, the only person she is close to is this boy... There are rumors that this boy is pursuing the target's older sister."

"Pursue? Such a beautiful and charming girl, how could he be worthy of her!" The old man's eyes suddenly turned sinister, and his old face twisted: "Use him to lure out a target!"

Chapter Thirty-Six: Ah~ I've been caught.

In the courtyard of the Kotegawa family's house, Kotegawa and Yuka are pasting paper decorations together.

The decorative paper is similar to the door gods pasted up during the Spring Festival. The decorative paper here is printed with images of the country's gods, which is a custom for celebrating the gods' birthdays.

Today is the birthday of the gods, a national holiday, with shopping malls offering huge discounts, and there are floats parading through the streets and fireworks displays, making it as lively as a carnival version of the New Year.

"Move a little more to the right, then to..."

As soon as the pleasant words were spoken, Kotegawa immediately pressed the decorative paper he was holding against the wall.

After he finished pasting it, he stepped back a few paces and looked at it from all angles. He found that it was not symmetrical with the one pasted on the left, and it was not on the same horizontal line either.

He was speechless.

Are you nearsighted or what?

Ke Youjia was very satisfied: "It looks better when it has a bit of personality!"

"But it looks like a complete mess."

"Otherwise, how can it be called individuality?"

“Oh…” Kotegawa was speechless. What he said really made sense.

Okay, fine, you've got personality... I'll stick them together with you next time, I'm Wang-chan.

He bent down, picked up a few red lanterns that were on the ground, and hung them up everywhere.

The pure white courtyard instantly made the atmosphere more festive.

Yujia took a red scarf, ran to the side, and tied it around the neck of an ugly, fat snowman.

She, Qingkong, and Takanashi built this snowman together, saying that only something ugly like this could be called a snowman, while the one in Furude River could only be called a snow sculpture.

After finishing decorating the yard, Kotegawa went inside and brought out a bunch of things. He locked the doors and the main gate and said to Yuka, who was standing at the door, "Let's go to Takanashi's house."

Takanashi, Yuka, and Haruka are good friends. In previous years, on the day of the God's Birthday, the three of them would put up paper decorations and hang lanterns together... As for Glasses-kun, his family's wagashi shop will be making wagashi with the theme of the God's Birthday these days, so he will be especially busy... Kotegawa will also be going to buy some later.

With his addition this year, he's become a particularly capable worker, and Qingkong is no longer all alone. He has to work hard to prepare meals for the family, so the task of putting up the decorative paper fell to him and the idle Youjia this year.

"Furutegawa, do I have a present today?"

Well, there is some.

"Huh? What does 'a few' or 'some' mean? Does it mean I'm dispensable? Does it mean my gift is different from Qingkong Hutaohuawu's?"

"..."

Yuka's eyes were full of concern, but Kotegawa knew that she didn't care whether it was from him or not; she only cared about the gift itself.

Kotegawa thought for a moment and said, "Actually, it's about the same..."

"That's good!" Youjia breathed a sigh of relief, then puffed out her chest and said confidently, "The three of us are together, so we can't be treated differently!"

"Yes, yes, the three of you are together."

"Yes, that's more like it! By the way, what's the gift? Tell me secretly, and I promise I won't tell Qingkong and Huawu."

Kotegawa glanced at her sideways, "Have you already forgotten the word 'together'?"

As the two approached Takanashi's house and were about to go inside, Kotekawa suddenly caught a glimpse of seven or eight yakuza men in black clothes and sunglasses hurrying towards them, their eyes all fixed on his face.

"Looking for me? Looking to rent a place again?" He handed his things to Youjia and told her to go inside first.

Yuka glanced to the side, said nothing, and went into Takanashi's house first. She also assumed that Takanashi was there to rent a house from Kotegawa, since she had seen him several times in the past few days.

Just then, a minivan came speeding from afar and suddenly stopped in front of him.

Several men in sunglasses ran over and surrounded him. One of them pulled out a switchblade and said in a low, threatening voice, "Get in the car!"

Kotegawa Kami looked at them in surprise.

Well, I haven't even gone looking for trouble with you yet, and you've already delivered yourself to my doorstep? Kidnap me? What do you want? To steal my house?

His gaze deepened, and he raised his hand to slap the guy who was pointing a knife at him. The guy spun around in mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground, unconscious. The knife in his hand flew off somewhere.

The surrounding gangsters were still in shock. Kotegawa glanced at the Takanashi family, a dark glint in his eyes. The Nightmare Domain unfolded invisibly. He thought for a moment, then pointed at the unfortunate guy on the ground who had just pointed a knife at him, and calmly said, "Take him to the car."

The two men, like puppets, squatted down and lifted the unfortunate man from the ground into the car.

Then Kotegawa got in, crossed his legs, and said leisurely, "Get in the car, let's have a good chat."

The remaining men in sunglasses lined up and squeezed onto the bus. After the doors closed, the bus slowly started moving and headed towards its intended destination.

Kotegawa sent Yuka a text message saying he was going out for a bit and would be back in a little while.

Youjia was a little confused, but didn't ask any further questions.

He put away his phone and asked slowly, "You gangsters are really going downhill, aren't you? You think you can just take advantage of me because I won't rent you a place? Tell me, who came up with the idea of ​​kidnapping me?"

Someone answered as if in a dream: "Our boss."

"what is it call?"

"You bastard."

"Goblin grandson?" Kotegawa was taken aback, turned his head and looked at the person who answered for three seconds. If this guy wasn't still lost in the Nightmare, he would have thought that this guy was joking with him.

How could there be such bizarre people in the world?

But thinking about what he did, perhaps it really was just as his name suggested...

The car entered the North District and drove north into an industrial park. Continuing on, it went directly into an extremely spacious warehouse.

When Kotegawa got off the bus, he immediately saw a group of yakuza surrounding a Mediterranean-looking old man, warming himself by a fire next to several oil drums.

The weather is strangely cold, especially in such a shady place, and I'm wearing only a thin shirt and pants... It's not easy being a gangster!

He sighed slightly, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward with the gangsters surrounding him.

The old man with the Mediterranean hair over there had been staring at him the whole time, his eyes like those of a venomous snake, dark and cold, as if he had seen an enemy.

Kotegawa looked at him in surprise. Why did this bastard seem to hate him so much?

You're getting this worked up over not renting me a place? Wait, that's not right, I don't think I've ever even seen this bastard before...

When he walked up to the group of people.

The Mediterranean-looking old man's cheek twitched as he lit a cigarette and said coldly, "Hit him! Just don't kill him!"

The silence of those surrounding Kotegawa surprised Kame-son and his men.

Kotegawa scrutinized Kame-son and calmly said, "Fight! Beat him half to death first!"

The gangsters around him froze for a moment, then all raised their fists and charged at the bastard.

The grandson of the turtle was immediately shocked and enraged, cursing, "Bastard! Look carefully before you hit me!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through his buttocks. Caught off guard, he fell face-first into the mud, landing on all fours like a giant turtle.

All the men in black started kicking him.

Kotegawa pulled up a stool, sat down, and watched quietly.

Half a minute later, he snapped his fingers, and everyone stopped and dispersed, revealing the turtle grandson lying on the ground, his head covered in blood, unconscious.

He glanced at it, thought for a moment, and asked, "Why do you insist on renting my house? Is there some treasure hidden underground?"

"do not know……"

"Huh? Does anyone know?"

No one answered.

Kotegawa was surprised: "I've brought him back with my body, and you still don't know anything? Your boss is really good at keeping secrets!"

He had barely finished speaking when someone said, looking dazed, "We tied you up to lure out the target..."

"Hmm?" Kotegawa paused, crossed his arms and placed them on his lap, looking at him: "Tell me in detail, tell me in detail."

...A little over a minute later, Kotegawa pulled a photograph from the unconscious Kame-son's arms.

The photo shows him with Hu Tao and the little priest.

"Hey, the yakuza in Tokyo, they've got some nerve, Fujimoto?" he muttered to himself, his gaze gradually turning cold.

"Whoosh!" True energy transformed into flames, burning the photo to ashes.

These bastards are like spinning tops, they just need a good thrashing!