Chapter 39: Tremble, My Artifact
The next morning, Miss Fukubukuro Sonoko took her seventh fiancé, whom she had yet to pursue, to her villa with exaggerated security to look for him.
Wrong, look for God.
The driver put up the partition, and Kiryu Rei was chewing some refreshing candy with a casual look on his face, when he suddenly pushed Suzuki Sonoko's shaking head.
"...Are you that sleepy?"
Yuanzi laid down on his shoulder and rubbed against him while yawning with exhaustion: "I think you are a bit abnormal. Considering the time we went to bed yesterday, it would be reasonable and legal for you to stay up until noon. How come you are so energetic..."
Kiryu Rei lowered his eyes and stared at her shaking head for a long time, then turned his head calmly, supporting his chin with one hand and looking at the street scene for a long time.
When Yuanzi was almost asleep, she suddenly heard him say, "I'm half a vampire now. For me, there's no such thing as staying up late anymore."
After saying this, Zero himself was stunned.
It has been almost five years. He knows how much courage and perseverance it takes to resist the erosion of corruption. It is precisely because he knows how much space this creation of courage and perseverance mixed with self-esteem occupies in his heart that Zero knows even more clearly what he has fundamentally destroyed when he nonchalantly associates the word "vampire" with himself.
The earth should have split and the stars should have turned upside down, but when the words came out, it was found that it was just a silent breeze.
As the last note fell, it only gently blew away a bunch of fine sand.
Sonoko, half asleep, mumbled "Oh" when she heard this and half-heartedly complained to him, "You might start to feel sleepy after a while, but don't worry, I'll repay you with my own. When I wake up, I'll remember to lend you my shoulder as a pillow."
We were caught in a traffic jam during the morning rush hour and Yuanzi woke up halfway through the journey.
Kiryu Zero yawned and asked, "Where did the gods you mentioned come from?"
Yuanzi blinked and said, "I said I picked it up."
"Where did you pick it up?"
"Tenmanjinja Shrine," Miss Suzuki hooked the red string around his wrist and shook it. "Don't you want to get an academic amulet to bless you to study hard?"
"Are you sure you really found a god... and not a ghost?"
Suzuki Sonoko rolled her eyes unyieldingly: "Even if it's a lucky rabbit leg, even if it comes with a curse, at least there's a chance it might work, right?"
Because the first thing that came to mind was the lucky rabbit leg, Sonoko subconsciously equated the blue-eyed guy with the rabbit leg. She always felt that he was probably a binding BUFF or something, and she must never throw it away after getting it.
As for leaving him at the villa for almost a month without taking care of the matter...
Suzuki Sonoko tilted her head to think about it, and then skipped the idea without any psychological pressure - after all, he was a god, and gods probably didn't need to eat.
However, when the Suzuki family's car drove into the main road where the villa area was located, a motorcycle with smoke coming out of it was following it.
When Yuan Zian entered the password and was about to enter, a delivery boy wearing a red hat was waiting quietly beside her, carrying a box without saying a word.
The takeaway wasn't particularly expensive. To put it bluntly, it was all high-calorie junk food. Ling glanced at it and turned his head nonchalantly. Yuanzi looked at the packaging bag and felt that the taste of this god... was unexpectedly down-to-earth.
He is down-to-earth, just like Suou Tamaki who ate instant noodles with tears in his eyes while shouting "Long live the common people's food".
When I walked in, I saw two pairs of shoes on the floor in the entrance hall.
Five meters away, in front of the sofa in the living room, Suou Tamaki and Yato were each holding a controller in their hands, shouting "Ola Ola Ola" while playing games.
The brilliant boy's voice proudly imitated the sound effects of the game. Mr. God, who Sonoko was not familiar with, burped hungryly. "Is the food coming?"
Then, a clear male voice that Sonoko was very familiar with rang out. Suou Tamaki snapped his fingers with an exaggerated but not annoying gesture, "That seems to be the case. I'll go and take a look. In fact, the food of the common people is always full of touching imagination. Drinks blended with essences are also a kind of art—"
The pronunciation of the word "shu" was still on the tip of her tongue when her bright purple eyes stared straight at Yuanzi who was standing at the entrance.
The expression on Suou Tamaki's face was blank for a few seconds, and then before Sonoko could react, he suddenly drooped his eyes in grievance, blinked with tears in his eyes, and burst into tears in an instant.
Then, with a sharp pain in the back of her head, Miss Suzuki saw darkness before her eyes.
When the hazy black fog dissipated, Suzuki Sonoko took a breath and opened her eyes to meet Kiryu Rei's indescribable expression. She let out a confused "ah" and then belatedly felt a sense of oppressive weight.
The blond handsome boy, wearing sloppy home clothes, was pressing her down on the carpet in the hallway in a standard bear pounce position. Sonoko felt a little wet on the side of her neck and guessed that Wang Huan must have been crying.
really.
When she regained her hearing, she saw the pitiful handsome boy crying and indignantly describing how he was ostracized.
There were a series of names here that Suzuki Sonoko had no idea who they belonged to, and when Huan got excited, she tended to repeat the same sentence over and over again. While helping Suou Huan stand up, she slowly sorted them out in her mind.
The cause was probably a pair of twins who had a very good relationship suddenly quarreled. Huan was anxiously worried for several days. It turned out that the two were actually pretending - the most hateful thing was that everyone in his HOST department could see that it was acting, except him.
Not only did he suddenly realize that he was stupid, but these annoying kids also kept attacking him without any care. Huan felt that his fatherly heart was hurt, and he prepared to go out and scare them.
As for why I appear here...
"They must know all the places I frequent. If they're too easy to find, it won't serve the purpose of warning them. So, I had an idea and came looking for Yuanzi."
Suzuki Sonoko looked expressionlessly at the living room that was almost filled with instant food packaging, paused, and asked him, "How many days have you been away?"
“Yes…”
Suou Tamaki puffed up his cheeks and rubbed his chin in thought: "How many days have I been out?"
According to the original plan, running away from home would last at least three days, because Guang and Xin's quarrel took three days, and Honey's temper also lasted three days before. But when he came here...
Didn’t you just run into Yato?
At that time, Ye Dou slept for four days in a row. When he woke up, he thought he was dreaming. He was lying on the sofa and was starving, but he still stubbornly rolled around on the cushion, unwilling to leave this place.
——I finally had a dream with believers. Although the dream process was a bit difficult, if I wake up so soon...
What a pity.
As a result, that afternoon, Suou Tamaki, who had run away from the club with his bank card, arrived.
When the two met, it was Yato, who was almost paralyzed by hunger, who greeted them first, and then the two of them started playing together for some unknown reason - strictly speaking, Suou Tamaki should not be able to see gods, and even if he saw them, he would subconsciously forget them after a while.
And it was because of this subconscious neglect that he felt like he was getting to know the gaming master around him all over again every few days.
Sometimes after a game, Tamaki would happily stretch, and when he looked back, he would have forgotten about Yato. Then the two of them would start over with "Hey, who are you and why are you here?" and "Express Delivery God Yato!", repeating the conversation they had on the day they first met.
Then, Suou Tamaki's memory seemed to have been cleared, and he happily played the game again in the excitement of meeting new friends.
——More than a month passed in this inexplicable way, but to him, it felt like only a week.
Suzuki Sonoko didn't know what he was worried about, so she just followed the previous topic and raised her hand to remind him, "Actually... Feng Jingye should know this place..."
Then she remembered that Huan seemed to have been led by the terrible Mr. Feng Jingye, and seemed to have no idea that they had been on a blind date.
However, Huan calmly lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled, saying nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter even if he knows. Jing Ye... probably won't come to the garden."
He understands everything, but he just doesn't say anything.
As soon as the light voice fell, the entrance suddenly became quiet.
Yuanzi puffed out her cheeks, not surprised by the situation at all, and casually said "oh" as a step.
Suou Tamaki naturally took over the topic and smiled even more brightly. He turned sideways with curiosity and stared at Zero who was standing at the door, looking him up and down several times. He poked Sonoko's arm with a seemingly cautious but actually concealed action.
He asked quietly, "Who is this?"
Sonoko also tilted her head as he did, spreading her hands and introducing, "Kiryu Rei, the seventh one I'm pursuing."
【Yuanzi: Isn’t it beautiful? 】
【Huan: Although it’s a little worse than mine, it’s really pretty! 】
From Rei Kiryu's perspective, two pairs of identical, shining eyes were fixed on his face at the same time. Suzuki Sonoko showed off with an expression that he couldn't understand, and hummed with pride. The blond boy seemed to understand what she was proud of, and said "ah" with eyes full of admiration, and clapped his hands slightly as if he understood.
Then he naturally adjusted his non-existent bow tie, straightened his back, raised his wrist slightly, and tried to shake hands with Zero in a good-tempered manner.
"Hello, the seventh one," he said with a bright smile, tilting his head, "My name is Suou Tamaki, and I'm the fourth one."
The seventh, the fourth—what kind of weird names are these?
Zero Kiryu narrowed his eyes with an unclear expression, feeling that the current situation was so strange that it was beyond his imagination. But when two of the three people acted as if this was a very normal thing, Zero, supported by a psychological force that he himself could not quite understand, actually reached out and shook hands with the man named Tamaki.
But that’s not all.
In Suou Tamaki's opinion, after shaking hands, they could probably be considered half friends. In addition, after not seeing each other for a while, he had already forgotten about Yato, so his curiosity naturally disappeared.
He asked about Zero's height, weight, personal hobbies, and life specialties. When he found out that Ling was not very talkative, he started to introduce himself. In the end, he had nothing to say and could only reluctantly end the conversation.
He said - "Don't be so formal. If seniority is taken into account, Ling-kun can call me brother from now on."
It's suddenly so fucking embarrassing.
Just as the room was about to come to a standstill due to awkwardness, Sonoko's cell phone rang.
It was no secret that Suwang Huan had left the tribe. Although Feng Jingye pretended not to care, he still investigated what needed to be investigated. Just as Huan expected, he had no intention of coming to the garden himself, but he sent private police to follow him to ensure that this idiot would not accidentally starve himself to death in the house.
Ten minutes ago, the person who was following discovered that the young lady from the Suzuki family had arrived, so he naturally reported it seriously to his superiors.
Feng Jingye's phone call was very official, like reading a court summons from beginning to end, informing her to "tell a certain irritable idiot to go home immediately. If he continues to run around like this, the children left at home will be angry."
Every time he said something, Sonoko repeated it. With every extra word Sonoko said, Huan's mouth pouted a little further. By the time she hung up the phone, Suou Huan had gotten so angry that she looked like a bloated pufferfish.
Yato had already opened the takeaway that the young man had just delivered and was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, munching on French fries while watching the show with great interest.
Sonoko reached out and poked Huan's knee: "Do you want to go back?"
The pufferfish shrank back to its normal size with a puff, then stood up angrily and stomped its foot: "Of course I'm going back!"
"If I don't go back, those bad kids will really forget about me. Then I won't have any dignity as a father anymore!"
Seeing Xu Wang Huan wearing a home suit that looked like dried pickles, and preparing to leave in the car sent by the Feng family with a proud and heroic look, Yuanzi silently lit a row of candles for him in her heart.
I hope that after we return, Jing Ye will see that you are pitiful enough and spare you...
As Zero Kiryu looked at this inexplicably tragic scene of separation of life and death, he felt the veins on his forehead almost twitching.
Suzuki Sonoko acted as if it was a matter of course from beginning to end. After the car disappeared around the corner, she spread her hands and said curiously, "Yesterday I was complaining to you that I was the only one who asked them for help, and today Huan came to me for help. It really is true that mutual help comes from give and take."
"Let's go," Kiryu Zero looked at her for a long time with an indescribable expression. He couldn't help but raise his hand and press down on her head, "Let's go meet the god you picked up."
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The god who was picked up had finished his takeaway and was lying on the sofa leisurely, picking his fingernails.
Suzuki Sonoko stood in front of the living room for a long time, preparing herself mentally. Finally, she cleared her throat, picked an empty place from the garbage pile, and sat down upright.
"Yadou-kun..."
"Just call Yato."
The young man lying on his side snapped his fingers and chuckled dazedly, "I thought the followers and all were just hallucinations from being drunk, but it turns out they're all real..."
He collapsed like a boneless person, and muttered clearly, "Ah, this is really great..."
"Well," Ms. Suzuki interrupted him carefully, "Are you sure you are truly a god, and not some other immortal race?"
For example, vampires.
Yato was taken aback by her question and immediately became anxious. His expression was the same as that of an old shopkeeper who was slandered about the price of the goods when bargaining: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doubting? Yato-sama is the future first-class Daifuku-"
Sonoko apologized without hesitation: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Yato's mumbling stopped immediately, and he waved his hand generously: "It's okay, for the sake of your devout faith, this God forgives you!"
Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief. The first step was confirmed, and the next step was the second step.
Find out what this lucky rabbit leg can do.
"What can I do?"
This question clearly hit a nerve with Yato. He pulled out stacks of certificates of honor from an unknown space and began boasting, "From personal matters to national affairs, business assistance, literary creation, inspiration exploration, to housekeeping, bathroom cleaning, and babysitting—as long as it's something you can think of, there's nothing Yato-sama can't do!"
His tone and actions are exactly the same as those shopping guides who brag about the products in TV shopping shows. Although exaggerated, they are very provocative. And Miss Suzuki Sonoko, as a rich person who never suppresses her desire to buy, will often give money to various copycat manufacturers because of some highly provocative advertisements.
As soon as she saw that this god was both inexpensive and handsome, her urge to make a move suddenly emerged.
——Since it’s so powerful, it’s better to bind it first!
Miss Suzuki, who didn't know much about Shintoism, pondered for a long time and tentatively asked, "Well, I remember there was something like a 'household god' and a 'guardian god'. Is that possible in your current system?"
Yato's dancing and noisy voices came to an abrupt halt.
"Sorry," he said, picking his ear while standing on one leg. "What did this lady say just now?"
Sonoko looked back with full sincerity: "I want to ask if you can be the guardian angel of our family."
The god with funny posture gradually became bitter and resentful. He first put away his posture and sat back on the sofa, then jumped around the coffee table several times, and finally stopped in front of Suzuki Sonoko with a smile, hitting his head.
The goofy young man in tracksuit rubbed the back of his head with an awkward look on his face. He explained to her in a tone that seemed cheerful but actually hesitant and cautious, "Well, it's actually not that easy... Guardian deities and the like, you can just accept offerings and become one... But me..."
He blinked, and at a certain moment, Yuanzi felt an unusual chill from him. The next second, he was still explaining incoherently: "Don't look at me saying I'm powerful, as if I can do anything. But as a god, I don't have the ability to bless people. As for me, the only thing I'm good at is chopping things..."
etc.
Suzuki Sonoko raised her hand to stop Mr. Shenming's mumbling, and with a serious face, she stormed out in her mind.
——Isn’t this awesome?
Although she didn't know what was going on, a line of big words suddenly flashed through her mind.
[The Demonic Eye of Direct Death].
Even though she had no idea what the word meant, she subconsciously knew that this ability to cut through anything—it had to be incredibly powerful, right?!
Whatever you think of in your mind, the same scenery will naturally be reflected in your eyes. Suzuki Sonoko successfully used her admiring and disgusting eyes to make the NEET, who was famous for his shamelessness, break out in a cold sweat.
"Don't look at me like that..."
"No, no, no," Sonoko shook her hands excitedly, "Your Majesty, please believe that I am serious. You are super powerful, okay?"
"ha?"
Yato was often praised for his prowess. After all, as a kami, fighting was the foundation of his existence. But this time, the tone of praise from this young lady was...
Why do I feel so good all of a sudden?!
Over there, the clueless Miss Sonoko counted on her fingers: "To cut off people's evil thoughts is to lead them to good; to cut off bad luck is to bless them with good fortune; to cut off illness is to grant health; to kill demons is to grant protection; if you rob the rich and give to the poor, isn't that—"
At this point, the parallelism became exquisite. Suzuki Sonoko stuttered, realizing that in the phrase "rob the rich and help the poor", she herself seemed to be the rich person who was killed, so she quickly shut up.
Because she couldn't finish her parallel sentence, Sonoko cautiously looked up at the god standing in front of her. However, the height difference between the standing and sitting gods was a bit too big. She restrained her movements and peeked for a long time, but didn't get any useful information.
After less than three seconds of distress, Suzuki Sonoko felt a familiar sharp pain in the back of her head and her vision went dark again.
When she overcame the darkness and saw the light again, she was lying on the ground in a very familiar posture, with a familiar weight pressing on her body and an equally familiar feeling of dampness on the side of her neck.
Yato held her in the same position as Suou Tamaki and cried loudly, mumbling while crying, but it was so vague that you couldn't hear what he said from beginning to end.
So Suzuki Sonoko inexplicably hugged the family guardian deity she wanted to bind to and began to pat him on the back to coax him.
While coaxing him, I couldn't help but feel a little worried: Boss, we originally wanted to ask you for help, but you are such a crybaby... will it really work?
Yato seemed to be able to hear what she was thinking. After a hiccup, he whimpered and said vaguely: "Don't worry, I can also be the family god, hiccup, I can also be the guardian god... Just for what you said, I will help you no matter what..."
Holding a tearful and emotional god in her arms, Suzuki Sonoko patted his back and proudly gave a thumbs up to Kiryu Rei who was standing in the corner of the living room.
In those warm brown eyes was written a clear and distinct message: [See, it's settled!]
Kiryu Zero declined to comment on this.
In fact, as a god who has lived for thousands of years, although Yato has not even been admitted to a shrine, his knowledge of unconventional things is still quite substantial.
He studied Kiryu Zero for a long time with a deep hatred, sat on the sofa, closed his eyes and held his breath, then took a deep breath and snapped his fingers confidently.
"If your physical condition is like this because of a bite, then your so-called 'Pureblood Bite' is most likely something akin to a curse."
The queen of support, Ms. Suzuki Sonoko, supported him with just the right amount of amazement.
Yato, his vanity satisfied, changed his posture and continued, "In short, those immortal pure-bloods can themselves be replaced by gods under another definition."
"When you're bitten by them, it's like you've passively made a wish in exchange with the evil god. You give up your body's sovereignty and future, and she grants you temporary, superhuman strength. But if you don't receive the god's reward—the blood of the pureblood who bit you—then the karmic connection becomes a dead end. Without a connection, the bitten human will naturally die from the reverse devouring power."
“Is there a solution?”
The statue of the god of Fuzu, who believed that he had become the guardian deity of the Suzuki family, did not hear the boy's question. He naturally leaned forward, hugged his favored god with both hands, and snapped his fingers at Zero twice like chasing a cat.
"Go, go, go find your own god."
Yuanzi followed up with another question: "Is there any solution?"
Yato yawned: "This can actually be considered as the work of an evil god. Either we kill the evil god directly, or..."
"Or?"
"Or we can find someone more powerful to purify him," Yato looked at Kiryu Zero's dark red eyes and said, "Purify the curse first. That way, even if the karma is still there, [Backlash] won't have enough power to devour him."
"Oh~"
Yuanzi nodded as if suddenly realizing something, then her expression calmed down and turned back to a curious expression: "Who are you looking for?"
"Who?" Yato puffed up his cheeks and made a sound similar to a goldfish blowing bubbles: "A great god of fortune or something like that, but a certain nympho might not be of any use. Anyway, an ordinary god of fortune probably won't do..."
"I see..."
Sonoko felt a little regretful, but she was quite confident that having hope was better than waiting to die, so she naturally comforted Zero.
"Don't worry," she said in a very relaxed tone. "Although our family is not superstitious, we have never been stingy with money. We worship the Shinto gods on time, donate incense money every year to support the maintenance of ancient buildings, and even help with renovations from time to time!"
"The Suzukis are one of the most prominent families on the memorial tablets at all the major shrines. Since the gods really exist and can respond, we can give you all the blessings of our family!"
She spoke seriously, without any hesitation, and Kiryu Zero's inexplicable discomfort became insignificant.
After a long pause, he said softly, "Thank you."
Yuanzi nodded generously: "You're welcome!"
Now that we have found a solution, we should go to the shrines of the major gods of fortune to find out more. Yuanzi slept all morning and is not sleepy at all now. She is ready to set off in high spirits.
Although Yato wants to sleep in, he is quite aware of being the god of the family. In fact, when he tearfully responded to Suzuki Sonoko's invitation, the two of them officially became friends. Yato is now the official guardian god of the Suzuki family, and strolling around with Sonoko is also a way of enjoying life.
"But this young man should stay here."
Before leaving, Huo Jinshen, who was wearing sportswear, scratched his ear and said, "You're in this state now. It's best not to hang around those guys with mysophobia."
The "clesophobic guys" here refer to the gods who hate the dark creatures.
No matter how much Huojin God dislikes others, he is just a despised colleague. When famous gods see him, they can only look down on him and then walk around him.
But for a human like Zero Kiryu who carries a dark aura, it would be fine if the two had nothing to do with each other, but now he has come into contact with the aura of the other side (that is, Yato). Once he enters the area where gods would set foot, there will only be two results.
One, he met the God of Fortune who loved purity, and upon disagreement, he was purified with a divine tool - this purification was to turn him directly into ashes on a physical level.
Second, when encountering an evil god, because he carries a bit of the aura of other evil gods (pure-blooded) on his body, he is targeted by the evil god who is in a bad mood and feels hot and provoked, and he is also physically transformed into ashes - black ashes.
"I see..."
Sonoko didn't doubt his words. She turned around and waved her hand slightly at Kiryu Zero as if to coax a child. "Then Zero, go to sleep. Didn't you say you're half a vampire now? You'll definitely feel sleepy during the day. Maybe we'll be back by the time you wake up."
Zero Kiryu was first shocked by the corny tone, then he looked at her for a while without saying a word, then turned to stare at the god who was enthusiastically doing squats and jumping jacks to warm up, and turned around and went upstairs without saying a word.
——He did say that he would feel sleepy during the day, but did someone forget that he promised to return the favor and serve as his pillow when he was sleepy?
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An hour later, Suzuki Sonoko and her new guardian angel stood on the busy street, preparing to choose a shrine to test the waters.
Sonoko's thinking was straightforward: "Let's go to Ise Grand Shrine. Isn't Amaterasu the most powerful?"
Yato then complained: "The Great God rarely shows up, so there's no point in worshipping him."
Sonoko didn't know how the gods got along with each other, so she just said "oh" and gave up.
Along the way, they actually passed by quite a few non-shrine temples and privately built torii gates. Because Sonoko had opened the door to a new world, every time they passed one, they would chatter and ask Yato, "Who lives in here? Do you know her? Is she pretty?"
These small torii gates are basically abandoned. Yato has been answering questions patiently, but gradually, the answers have become just simple perfunctory answers with one of the three options: "yes", "no", and "I don't know".
——These torii were abandoned after the gods left. Unfortunately, they died of drought or floods. He had been waiting for something for a thousand or eight hundred years but never got it, so people just threw it away.
Sonoko was keenly aware of his change.
"you……"
Because she was her own god, she used more euphemisms: "You are in Takama-ga-hara, are your interpersonal relationships not good?"
Yato was taken aback by her question.
Yuanzi now understood her parents' mentality a little. When she was a junior high school student, Xiaolan was the only one who played with her among all the children in the kindergarten. Although the other children ignored her, they would never bully her.
This is the homework her parents did in private.
"That's okay," said Miss Suzuki, who had been the heiress for several years, trying to recall what her teacher had taught her: "Friendship can be cultivated. A man who has benefited from others is grateful for what he has received. While material exchange won't buy true friends, it can easily expand your social circle."
"No matter what, we must first make our hardware well!"
She patted Yato's shoulder earnestly and said, "Don't worry. Buying land and building a house is a long-term project. Although most of our family's funds have been used to fill the Kagudu crater with real estate, modern architecture and ancient architecture are actually not the same system."
Sonoko began to assure him, "The Suzuki family has sponsored a research institute that studies the restoration of ancient buildings. We'll slowly study the design drawings first. Once the plan is perfect, the work on the crater should also be finished. Then, if we go all out to build the shrine for you, we'll definitely get the most perfect result!"
At this point, she tilted her head and asked Yato nonchalantly, "How many shrines do you want?"
several?
Yato felt like he had been dealt a critical blow.
Sonoko then asked, "Do you have any favorite cities or scenic spots? Are you interested in artificial islands?"
In the dim light, Yato seemed to hear the dying roar of his own blood bar.
"By the way," Ms. Suzuki tapped her palm, "Since you're planning to build more, do you want them all to be of the same style, or do you want them all to be different designs?"
Under the bright sunlight at noon, the poor god named Yato felt a tremor from the bottom of his heart, and instantly lay down and gave up struggling.
"I don't care..."
The dazed Huo Jinshen entered a kind of sage state, and with every step he took, he let out a silly grin: "It doesn't matter what you do, I like it all, hehehehe."
Yuanzi looked at his back, stuck out her tongue, and decided to skip this one first.
"Then let's talk about something else."
She continued to recall her teacher's words: "You said that gods need faith. How can I find faith for you? Besides building a shrine, I need to make you an idol——"
"No," she retorted, "You can't be an idol."
"Do we need to make a movie based on you? Or worship you regularly and make it a folk custom? Apply for cultural protection?"
"Or maybe I could make two hundred paper figures every year and burn them for you during the Ghost Festival, so that they can become your believers in the other world?"
Every time she spoke, a thick arrow would pierce Ye Dou's heart. By the time she finished piercing the paper man, the black-haired, blue-eyed god had completely lost the ability to move.
"Garden..."
"Um?"
“I’m so touched!”
"ha?"
"Although I know you're super rich," he burped again, "and I know it might be easy for you to do this, but I'm telling you, you're the first person who's thought of this so comprehensively!"
——No matter whether it is easy or difficult to implement, when everything is just at the stage of "thinking about it", whether you have money or not is not the point at all!
——The point is that she can think of these things for you!
Although Suzuki Sonoko had only been with him for a short time, she had somehow acquired a skill in coaxing people, and naturally began to pat his head: "Okay, don't cry, don't cry."
"I'm telling you," Yato wiped away his tears, "just for your kindness, I will never abandon you. Even though our abilities may differ, I will do my best to be a qualified household god!"
"...Who has a difference in abilities between you and me?"
Yato blinked with red eyes: "It's the great god of fortune who protects you."
Yuanzi said "Oh" without taking it seriously, and then was stunned.
"You said I'm... blessed by the Great God of Fortune?"
Yato nodded: "You have a very strong blessing. That guy is really willing to spend money. It's not much different from him giving you the godhood. But don't worry, I won't be bad either!"
Yuanzi thought to herself, I only know that I am lucky, but suddenly I know that there is a stamp on my body. How can I be at ease?
wrong.
"I have the marks of other gods on me. Can you still be the guardian of our family?"
"Well," Yato whistled, "it depends on who comes first. I have the earliest connection with your family. Although it's not directly connected with you, as Suzuki, you and I have a connection."
"Although that guy was willing to work hard for you before, his fate wasn't directly tied to you. We're about the same," he thought for a moment, "but I got here earlier, so... that's fine."
Sonoko thought about it and realized that Yato's connection with her uncle must have been established more than 20 years ago. Then the other one...
——There is no one else in their family, so why would they go chasing stars when they have nothing to do?
Yato whistled all the way seemingly indifferently, but his expression did not relax. After walking for a while, he subconsciously glanced at Yuanzi out of the corner of his eye. He didn't say much from beginning to end.
Suzuki Sonoko's invitation was equivalent to officially establishing a relationship with him. After the relationship was established, the connection between him and the Suzuki family naturally shifted from Suzuki Jirokichi to Sonoko.
At this time, Suzuki Sonoko should have been a human being involved with the other side.
In other words, she should have acquired the ability to "see" another world the moment she hung up Yato.
Wandering ghosts, mountain spirits and monsters, time-varying demons, and the miasma in the dark corners that is gradually being dispelled by the sunlight.
But she didn't show any surprise along the way - not because she didn't take it seriously, but because there was a bright halo around her, and the only thing left within a few hundred meters was the warm sunshine.
The guy who left the mark was eager to carve the words "All evils retreat, all ghosts circumvent, and bad luck will not haunt you" on her forehead!
Wherever she could see with her naked eyes, the only few wild ghosts stepped on the shadows as if fleeing from famine, huddled together and jumped into the distant sewers. There was really not a single dirty thing left.
Before crossing the road, the traffic light suddenly flashed slightly, and Sonoko and Yato stopped at the same time.
"Something is coming..."
Yuanzi yawned: "Ah, this feeling, I seem to have encountered something similar before."
When she was halfway through her second breath, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky a hundred meters away.
A giant hand wrapped in bone armor, like a naive actor tearing at a curtain, dug out a strange space filled with black fog between the blue sky and white clouds. A seemingly silent roar sounded from another dimension, shaking the surrounding buildings so much that they began to shake.
The big hand slowly crawled out from the gap, and in the midst of flying sand and rocks, it grabbed the roof of a department store not far away from the side. Amidst a teeth-grinding sound of shattering, half of its body crawled out of the gap.
The white bones mixed with the black mist suddenly brought the surrounding air pressure to an extremely low level.
Yato: "What the hell is this?"
Yuanzi's eyelids began to twitch: "Yes, that's right, that's the feeling, that's what I felt before..."
In the eyes of 99% of humans, there is nothing in the air, but the collapse of the department store is indeed a fact visible to the naked eye. As the big bony hand tightened, the broken building materials fell to the ground one after another, and the panicked crowd screamed and fled in all directions.
Seeing that under the big palm that was about to be placed on the ground, there was a little boy crying because of injury, Yato gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and rushed forward with empty hands.
A god without a divine weapon cannot fight at all. His current state is not so much a battle as it is relying on the force generated by stomping and dodging to change the direction of the big guy's movement so as to avoid crowded places as much as possible.
Suzuki Sonoko slowly walked forward against the flow of people, and finally leaned against the mailbox on the street, and began to slap herself in the face again and again with her left hand.
A snapping sound on the left: Can’t sleep.
There was another snap from the right: You absolutely cannot sleep!
The last slap was so hard that a red slap mark immediately appeared on the right half of her face, but it was this slap that completely woke her up.
She rubbed her sore eyes and looked up to see the battle situation.
Oh shit.
Yuanzi rubbed his eyes again in disbelief: How could he say "I can't do anything, I can only kill" when his fighting ability is so weak?
The next second, the weak Yato was knocked to the ground by the big hollow's tail.
Yuanzi spoke her mind without hesitation.
Yato spat out a mouthful of blood foam, jumped and shouted: "If you want me to cut something, at least give me a knife?!"
Yuanzi's eyes turned and she immediately prepared to go to the smashed handicraft shop on the street to pick up a long knife for him.
"That's useless!"
The ever-watchful Huojinshen shouted at her from a distance, "I need a divine weapon. That kind of knife is useless!"
Suzuki Sonoko, who was holding three knives in her arms, was suddenly confused.
Artifact?
Where is the magic weapon?!
What are the artifacts?
As a wealthy person, her mind was flooded with thoughts, and she began to recall the invitations sent to her family by major auction houses at home and abroad before and after the autumn auction.
She had flipped through those things, and now when she suddenly recalled them, she felt that apart from oil paintings, ceramic bottles and mechanical clocks, the only thing related to artifacts was a relic called the "Oracle of Delphi".
——But that thing is just a stone slab with some words on it that was dug out from the ancient Greek holy city. Its cultural research value is far greater than its economic collection value. The starting price is not even a fraction of the oil painting that my uncle likes!
Thinking of this, Yuanzi had an idea: why should she complain that it is cheap? This way, she can afford it with her pocket money!
So she felt relieved immediately.
Across the rustling mist and flying sand and rocks, she shouted at Yedou, "Don't worry, there will always be a divine artifact. Wait a while and I'll buy you an imported one! It's made in ancient Greece!"
It happened so quickly that before Yato could answer, a huge rock fell down, and a large pillar made of reinforced concrete was stuck at the foot of the garden.
This sudden shock calmed her down.
——The auction is still two months away. What are you looking for to save your life now?
Divine artifact, divine artifact! Sonoko looked around and slapped her thigh in grief: "I told you we should have gone to Ise Grand Shrine first. If we ran into these inexplicable monsters, at least we could have snatched the Yasakani no Magatama!"
"This is going to cause some trouble..."
Before she could finish her words, there was another loud bang in her ears. This time, it was Yato himself who fell at her feet and made a dent.
"I'm not talking about that kind of divine weapon," Yato spat out the blood foam from his mouth, licked the torn corner of his mouth, and said with sharp eyes: "A divine weapon is a human soul adopted by the gods and given a name. When summoned, it will become a usable weapon. That's what I want."
Yuanzi was almost suffocating. "What should we do now? Just because I said I'd make 200 paper figurines for you doesn't mean I'll find 200 dead people for you!"
Yato originally wanted to find a wandering soul in the surrounding area, but there was no ordinary other shore existence for him to stay in within a ten-mile radius of the garden. He even jumped to the other side of the building and took a walk around, but still couldn't find it.
Yuanzi looked at the bloody flesh on his back that had been scratched by his large fingernails, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "Just wait, it's just a wandering soul, I'll find it for you right now!"
Then she ignored Ye Dou's indescribable Erkang hand and ran away.
Yuanzi ran without any pressure. Even if a stone fell from the sky, even if it was only one centimeter away by mistake, it would definitely not hit her.
The scattered crowd had almost all run away, and everyone looked frightened. It was obvious that they were all alive and easy to identify.
wrong.
Yuanzi stood at the corner of the alley before the intersection and suddenly realized: she had never seen a ghost before, and she really couldn't tell the difference between a human and a ghost!
So the lucky ones are always favored by God: take a step forward and you will meet a ghost around the corner.
She stepped forward, and a dark shadow rushed towards her from the corner, and she subconsciously grabbed a corner of it.
While stumbling, Yuanzi looked up with difficulty: Oh, this thing is actually wearing a kimono!
Still an old-fashioned kimono!
She used all her strength to pull the thing's arm off, and saw a large knife half the length of its body.
The knife had no scabbard, and it gave off a chilling feeling just by looking at it. A white bandage was tightly wrapped around what should have been the handle, with the long tail fluttering in the wind.
Someone wearing an old-fashioned kimono and holding a sword!
In that thousandth of a second, Suzuki Sonoko almost cried for joy: the strange clothes were so light when pulled, this might be an old ghost who died in the Edo period!
In the shadows, she seemed to see a brilliant orange, and subconsciously felt that it looked a little familiar...
But saving lives is like putting out a fire!
As soon as she stood firm, she grabbed the boy's wrist through her sleeve without saying a word, and with a big stride, she pulled him to stagger.
"Are you dead?"
There was no sound from behind.
Yuanzi raised her hands to block the dust falling from the air, trying to identify the direction of the fighting sound. She comforted him as she ran: "None of this matters anymore, just remember to follow me!"
As soon as the word "go" came out of his mouth, a scrapped car landed in front of him and the sirens blared BIUBIUBIU.
Yuanzi gritted her teeth and observed the surrounding environment, then pulled the boy who seemed to be lost in thought behind her into her arms, and climbed up the stairs in the alley to the terrace on the second floor of a street shop.
As she ran, she took the time to compliment the person in her arms, saying, "You are so light~"
At this time, the crowd had dispersed, and the only things left on the entertainment plaza were the smoldering wreckage of the building, the slow-moving Daxu, and the flea-like Yedou.
The weaponless Huojinshen was covered in blood. At the critical moment, Sonoko stood in front of the railing of the terrace on the second floor of the store, squatted in a horse stance with her breath concentrated on her dantian.
She used the standard discus throwing posture, raised her feet, twisted her waist, and turned in a big circle on the spot.
Then he threw the young wandering soul, whose discus was much lighter than an ordinary one, out with a whoosh!
Ichigo Kurosaki, who was dragged all the way with a confused look on his face, was holding Zangetsu. Seeing the spiritual pressure of the Hollow right in front of him, he was about to turn in the air, but the surrounding scenery suddenly spun, and a sweaty hand touched his forehead.
Give you, who have nowhere to go and cannot leave, a place to return to.
My name is Yato.
I have been granted a taboo name, and I will stop here; I will give you a false name and make you my servant.
From now on, honor your name, and let your vessel be used for sound; obey my command and transform into my divine instrument;
The name is black, the object is black
Come on, black weapon!
The next second, a dazzling light shone from the palm of the god's hand!
The sharp long sword was born in Yato's hand in a posture that was no less than that of Sonoko before. The bright orange steel pattern on the side of the blade was like the sunlight reflected at noon, and suddenly it became a dazzling light.
The sword-wielding martial god pointed his sword toward the sky and chanted with unusual solemnity: "Towards Fengweiyuan China, those who have caused unrest here, I, the Night Fighting God, have descended upon this place. Submit to the might of the black weapon, and remove all filthy barriers—"
"--cut!"
As the sword light disappeared, the scattered spirit particles floated between heaven and earth, and the only thing left of the dead Daxu was the lingering roar that still echoed.
Yato, standing in mid-air, was covered in blood and looked down at the knife: Damn, I have a magic weapon!
Yuanzi, who was still standing in front of the railing on the second floor, held her face in her hands and almost screamed: Oh my god, he is so handsome!
Ichigo Kurosaki inexplicably turned into a sword: What's going on with this Tama?!
The author has something to say: This chapter is very long. It can be considered as a combination of chapters 1 and 2, each of 6,000 words.
I pulled an all-nighter yesterday, so my biological clock is messed up. I'm posting today's updates all at once. I'm going to get a day's sleep first, so the next update will be tomorrow, probably around five or six in the evening.
By the way, I have already achieved my small goal of updating daily until the end of November. My next goal is to have full attendance in December :-D
I always say teammates are teammates. If you pit Jigu again, he will become a teammate. You may not have thought that the way teammates are bound is like this. [Cover face
Those who are looking forward to Yukine will have to wait for a while, because Kurone is online. Yato has a sword, and his sword also has a sword [Zangetsu can be called a sword within a sword]
I mentioned this joke a long time ago. I was originally planning to use it on the heroine of the previous article. But emmmmm, if there are any typos, please tell me and I will correct them when I wake up.
Finally, as usual, I would like to ask for a message, because we won’t meet again for about thirty-six hours, so please don’t be careless and throw messages at me!
Also, thanks to ww, wllll, Grape, C995, Onigashima Ichi, Wish World Peace, fh0041, If the Heart Could Talk, WHALE, Arusan, Zhulin, Koujiaojun for the mines and cactus for the grenades. I only thank you once in a long time, but I always remember. Thank you very much for your support. Good morning, everyone (づ￣ 3￣)づ
Corrected typos
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