Chapter 10: Tight leather jacket, the battle for shikigami! (Nine chapters of cards reviewed)
Fang Zuo looked at the clock in the living room and it was indeed time to go to work.
Shinjuku, Tokyo is located west of Chiyoda, about ten kilometers away from Shiraishi Nagimitsu's home.
Xinrong Planning Second Floor?
Fang Zuo retrieved his memory, wasn't it near Kabukicho in Shinjuku?
Plus, Tokyo Tower is in the south, which is exactly the distance of an equilateral triangle.
"This woman is so annoying."
"If I hadn't seen that she was also a pitiful woman, I would not have let her go many times."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu pouted. She still had an hour to be intimate with her lover.
"Oh? How do you mean?"
Fang Zuo walked over and touched Shiraishi Nagimitsu's head, then gently pinched her earlobe.
'Um'
Shiraishi Nagi narrowed her eyes, revealing an expression of fascination and enjoyment.
"Her family is also a famous Onmyoji family in Tokyo, and they are particularly good at controlling Shikigami. Despite her high ability, she was still expelled from the family because she was a woman practicing Onmyoji."
"My boss, a woman with black stockings, has this side to her."
Fang Zuo noticed Oda Yui's envious gaze and touched her little head with his other hand.
"Hi!" Oda Yui put her legs together and rubbed Fang Zuo's hand with her head cutely.
Walked out of the room.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu and her daughter followed to the door, reluctant to leave.
"Okay, just going to work."
Fang Zuo waved his hand.
"Hi! Please go!"
Mother and daughter bowed together.
Two huge pendant clocks and two little white rabbits.
Shake gently.
Fang Zuo shrugged and glanced at the shrine in the courtyard.
It seems that Shiraishi Nagimitsu does not know this, otherwise he would have removed the shrine long ago.
"Hurry up and follow the order! Shoot!"
A golden light surrounded the evil god in the shrine.
Tie tightly.
Continuously shrinking.
"Who are you to be so bold?"
A divine thought that no one else could hear entered Fang Zuo's brain.
The statue of the evil god showed a ferocious expression, and black air rose up, trying to break free.
But no matter how hard it tried, the golden light was still shrinking.
"How dare you?"
"If you were a little god like you who relies on a little incense and blood sacrifice to gain soul power, you would have been refined to ashes by the Taoist master."
Fang Zuo sneered.
Click, click, click.
The top of the evil god statue began to crack and a crack appeared.
A red shadow rushed out from the crack and flew into the sky.
"You're in the hands of the Taoist priest and you still want to escape?"
Fang made a vague grab with his left hand.
The red shadow was entangled by layers of golden light and shrunk into a golden ball.
The soul of an evil god.
It's a good material for refining weapons, but unfortunately it's a bit scarce.
I wonder if those other cultists have this shrine.
Shiraishi Nagiko and Oda Yui stared at everything in front of them in amazement.
Shuangshuang ran over and hugged Fang’s left arm.
"It's okay. Send someone to throw away this broken shrine."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded repeatedly.
Shinjuku's most famous Kabukicho.
During the day, this place is crowded with office workers, and at night, it is full of beautiful women.
Arrived at Shinjuku Shinsei Planning Building.
It's time to go to work.
Office workers near Shinjuku crowded out of the subway exit like ants.
Fang Zuo, who had just got off the car, was squeezed in the middle.
The high taxi fares in Tokyo are not affordable for these office workers.
Unlike Fang Zuo, he came here sitting in Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Lexus LM.
No wonder so many people like to live off others, it makes sense.
I, a Yuanying Zhenren, also like to eat it.
It would be great if I could have a gigolo to eat without having to be struck by lightning.
Fang Zuo walked into Xinrong Planning.
The first floor was empty.
Fang Zuo sighed.
My Nascent Soul hasn’t recovered yet, so I really don’t want to use my spiritual consciousness.
It's too stressful.
After slightly controlling the range, Fang Zuo extended his spiritual sense.
Feeling a little dizzy.
But it's also clear at a glance.
What kind of company is this Xinrong Planning?
A whole haunted house.
From the third floor upwards, each floor is filled with various ghosts.
That's why they're called 'various' ghosts.
It's really weird.
The common point of these weird things is that these ghosts are not pure.
Inside these ghosts, there are incense, blood, spiritual sacrifices, and demonic powers.
Some ghosts even have bloodlines.
It's okay to have blood, but it's a mixed bloodline.
A ghost with mixed blood, what kind of ghost is that?
Regarding this point, it can be understood that Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen used some abnormal means to give birth to a bunch of ghost babies.
A bunch of ghost dolls mixed with various ghost dolls and gave birth to a bunch of ghost dolls.
Then use all kinds of incense and magical powers to feed it.
Finally, it can be driven directly or injected into objects as a soul demon.
Then bind them with a contract.
The contract is passed down from generation to generation and continues to be fed.
Is this what is called a shikigami?
Fang Zuo sighed.
If the Maoshan ancestors who deal with ghosts every day came here.
I'm afraid he was so angry that he slapped the building flat.
Although Taoists are also good at walking the yin and yang path and exorcising evil spirits.
But most of them are to maintain the order of the human world.
Even if the evil cultivators use ghosts as a means, it is just like raising Gu in order to cultivate the ghost king.
Regardless of good or evil, there is essentially a bottom line when it comes to ghosts.
They would never crossbreed or experiment on ghosts like animals.
The higher the level of the cultivator, the more reverence he has for the original energy of these worlds.
On the contrary, this kind of island country is simply lawless.
"Putting the cart before the horse, building a temple in a snail shell is quite suitable for this island nation."
Fang Zuo shook his head.
The tenth floor of Xinrong Planning.
An entire floor was converted into a prison.
Sakura Kurumi was wearing a tight-fitting shiny black leather jacket and was tied to a seat.
Curvy and exquisite.
There were all kinds of strange ghosts standing around.
"Baka." The middle-aged man in a suit slapped Yingkong Kurumi hard.
"You've been expelled from the family, and yet you dare to come back and steal the shikigami?"
"That's what my mother left me."
A red palm print appeared on Yingkong Kurumi's face, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, her hair was scattered on her forehead, and she stared coldly at the middle-aged man in front of her.
When mentioning his mother, the middle-aged man paused with his hand raised in the air.
“Pah.”
Still fell down.
"It already belongs to the family as punishment for secretly learning Yin-Yang magic."
"Otherwise, I won't let you leave the family."
"What I stole was just the opening moves of my family's Onmyoji. What right does my family have to swallow up my Shikigami?"
"Bakayalo." Curses were heard from outside the door.
Da da da.
Then footsteps were heard.
The door was pushed open and an old man with a faint figure walked in.
He was wearing a kimono and wooden clogs, had a head full of white hair and brown age spots on his face.
A Tang-style oil-paper umbrella as tall as a person was floating behind him.
A bulging eyeball on the oil-paper umbrella was shaking left and right.
"Without the family's Onmyoji's opening move, how could you be shortlisted for the Onmyoji selection at Sensō-ji Temple?"
The old man said calmly: "How can you become the deputy captain of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard?"
The middle-aged man bowed respectfully and stepped aside.
"Even now, the family has no intention of pursuing your infiltration."
The old man smiled with his hands behind his back and said, "As long as you cancel the contract with Kaguya Touma."
"Don't even think about it. Even if I risk my life, I will not remove the shikigami my mother left me." Sakura Kurumi sneered, "I don't believe you dare to kill the captain of the Exorcist Guard in Shinjuku, Tokyo."
"Today, the government and your Onmyoji families are in conflict. What you are doing will only give the government an excuse."
"That's right." The old man nodded: "We really don't dare to kill you, but we have many ways to make you speak out."
"Please, Ichiro-kun." The old man turned around and bowed to the Tang-style oil-paper umbrella demon behind him.
Please, please, big guys!
(End of this chapter)
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