Look carefully, this is how realm is used!

"There is a way."

A sound neither too loud nor too soft broke the despair, causing everyone around to turn their heads and look involuntarily.

The person who spoke was none other than Shen Fuyuan.

"what?!"

Xiaofu regained hope and asked hurriedly.

"I."

"Turn me into a divine tool, and then the quota will be complete."

Pointing at himself, Shen Fuyuan said.

"That's right! Xiaoyuan is not a divine weapon!"

Xiaofu, who had just woken up from a dream, was excited and showed no sign of loss from the previous moment.

"But, is it really okay?"

Dahei not only asked about the divine talisman, but also included Xiaofu.

"This is an emergency, Dahei, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm ready."

Xiaofu and Shenfuyuan gave answers with similar meanings respectively.

"Forget it! I'll leave it to you."

Dahei looked left and right, and then said in a self-deprecating manner.

The reason why Xiaofu doesn't collect artifacts casually is due to an incident that happened a long time ago.

But now is not the time to dwell on the past.

The void is the paper, the fingers are the pen, and writing is done in small seal script.

“There is no place to go, and there is no way to go anywhere.”

"I will grant you a place to stay."

"My name is Xiaofu, the God of Poverty."

"I have been given this name and it is here to stay."

"I grant you a false name and make you my servant."

"From the name I gave you, the sound of the container."

"Obey my name and become a divine weapon."

"The name is Zi, and the vessel is purple."

"Come on—Purple Weapon!"

Finally, when Xiaofu called out, the divine talisman transformed into a dazzling light.

Chapter 6: The Undead from Another World

The divine light that illuminated the darkness lasted for about three seconds before dissipating.

At the same time, Xiaofu had an extra piece of jewelry on his right wrist, if a string could be counted.

The gray chain, or more precisely, a circle made of thread, was so light that it seemed like it would disappear if you weren't careful.

This is!

Xiaofu raised his hand and looked at the strange jewelry in front of him, while fragments of memories flashed quickly in his mind.

These memories come from the Divine Talisman.

When a god gives a name to a divine artifact, he will know the traces of the other person's life, but he cannot tell the former, nor can he reveal the true name.

If a god dares to do this, the artifact will degenerate into a demon. This is considered the most secretive taboo.

Undead from another world.

What Xiaofu cares about is the identity of Shen Fuyuan. His heart, which has experienced the vicissitudes of life for a long time, is gradually moved as he browses the memories of the artifact.

"what happened?"

Seeing Xiaofu suddenly stunned, Dahei couldn't help but speak.

"Huh? Nothing."

Xiaofu blinked, then came to his senses, waved his hands and spoke vaguely.

No matter what, the artifact's memories must never be told to the artifact.

Even if someone else mentions it, there will be a force that filters it out and makes the artifact ignore it unknowingly.

No matter the fate with the divine talisman or Dahei's activities during his lifetime, Xiaofu must keep it in his heart and not mention it to anyone else.

Besides, the most urgent task is to save Yato.

"Change back, Purple Weapon."

Xiaofu releases his divine weapon form, and the person with divine talisman reappears.

The undead and the artifacts are indeed different.

He clenched his hands back and forth, feeling the power flowing in his body, and Shen Fuyuan compared the difference before and after the transformation.

Shen Fuyuan looked around and saw that the nearby objects within his field of vision had more or less vaguely visible lines.

How should I put it, a subtle feeling.

It seemed that the strange talent was strengthened.

Items that were once ordinary now become different.

"Although this is a big problem for you for the first time, please help us."

Not knowing what had happened to Shen Fuyuan, Dahei took a few steps forward and directly interrupted the conversation.

"It's okay, I volunteered."

"Besides, I can't let go of this opportunity to repay your kindness."

Afraid that Dahei would feel upset, Shen Fuyuan withdrew his gaze and replied.

The words of comfort relieved Daikoku, and he quickly taught the purification ritual.

Because of Shen Fuyuan's personality, Dahei, who knew the other party's knowledge, mainly mentioned some key points.

It didn't take long for Shen Fuyuan to figure out everything.

Before you start, there is one thing you need to understand.

"Yukine, take off your shirt."

When dealing with Yukine, Daikoku seemed to have changed his face, and his words carried an irresistible tone.

Under the stares of the people present, Yukine finally gave in, unable to bear the pressure.

Take off the cotton coat and then the lining.

Forever frozen in the fourteen-year-old's body, its upper half exposed to the air.

"YI!"

A strange noise suddenly sounded at this moment.

——!

No one paid attention to Yukine's slightly thin figure, and all eyes were focused on her back.

There were large patches of purple stains on it, and seven or eight evil-looking eyes that kept turning around.

It was not a dead object. Each eyeball seemed to be natural, tightly connected to the skin on the back, and made the strange sound just now.

The extremely uncomfortable scene makes people who watch it shudder.

Shen Fuyuan would not make a mistake, the eyeballs on Xue Yin's body were exactly the same as those of the demon.

Xue Yin has already become a demon, and if the purification ceremony is not held, it will be too late.

"Asshole! How many times did you stab Yato?!"

Dahei couldn't help but curse, obviously knowing the seriousness of the situation.

“Ahhhhh——!”

"What is this! Take it off! Don't just stand there like an idiot!"

Xue Yin, who also witnessed this, felt her scalp tingle instantly, and then she urged him with a tone that was no less than a scream.

Shenfuyuan, Dahei, and Zhenyu looked at each other, nodded in understanding, and then walked towards Xueyin, who had a pale face.

Not completely giving up on the changes in the outside world, Yukine soon found herself surrounded.

"Offer the Night Fighting God and cleanse your soul."

"No longer protect the name given to you."

Raising his arm with his index and middle fingers together, Daikoku pointed it at the puzzled Yukine and recited some technical terms.

"Drive away the filth, and return to the worldly desire."

"A clear, straightforward, and upright soul."

The same behavior is followed by a true metaphor.

"Shave the body, shave the body, cleanse the body."

For the first time as a divine artifact, Shen Fuyuan had no distractions and performed his duties according to the purification ritual.

"Hell——! ×3"

A stroke of space appeared, and a triangular translucent barrier was formed.

Its light shot up into the sky, and an invisible gust of wind blew away the dust, crushing any nearby vegetation.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!"

The uncontrollable pain turned into a shrill scream, and Yukine's eyes moved in disorder as if stimulated.

At the same time, Yukine's pain was transmitted to Yato.

"puff--!"

Yato, who shared the pain, couldn't help but spit out blood from his mouth, and his condition became worse.

"Looks like you're late."

"what's the situation?"

A young man wearing glasses and a black uniform, and Iki Hiyori who was looking for someone, stood at the door of the house.

The young man wearing glasses is named Zhao Ma, a sacred tool under Bishamon.

It was Zhao Ma who came to Iki Hiyori's rescue and filled the spot for the ceremony.

Normally, Yato and Bishamon have an irreconcilable grudge, and Zhao Ma would not accept Iki Hiyori's request.

However, things are unpredictable. Hundreds of years ago in the Edo period, Zhao Ma owed Yato a favor, which he has not repaid to this day.

With the intention of repaying the debt, he was one step late because of the magic talisman.

"禊 is not only a form of body cutting, but also a lynching and a punishment."

"A divine artifact that has committed a grave offense. This crime can only be punished with this."

Zhao Ma, who was of no use, adjusted his glasses and explained.

"It hurts! Let me out! Let me out!"