"Sorry, Mr. President, I was rude just now! But why are you here alone?"

That's right, the white-haired old man standing in front of the stone, wearing a Taoist robe and a wooden sword, who seems to be preparing to go to the park for morning exercises, is his highest boss, the president of the Spirit Eliminator Association, and a national treasure of the "three" exemption level. Spirit, Tokimoto Ichiro.

"Oh heh heh, when I'm old, I don't sleep well, and with such a big incident happening tonight, I thought I'd come here earlier and run in the morning."

Tokimoto Ichiro smiled kindly, and patted Ishigami's arm cordially: "It's hard work, Ishigami-kun, it's not easy for you."

"President Shiben is serious. Compared with the spirits slayers who are fighting on the front line with their lives, we are non-combatants who only have weak inspiration, no cultivation talent, and are only responsible for logistical affairs. It's not a big deal to work more overtime. "

Looking at the respected and amiable old man in front of him, Ishigami-kun bowed humbly and deeply to the other party, and glanced around the alleyway in secret with his guilty eyes.

"No, I mean, Ishigami-kun, you have not only done the work of the association well, but you are also busy passing information to the "Aum Shinrikyo". It is indeed a very difficult task..."

In the next second, Tokimoto Ichiro's tone was kind, like the words of a morning greeting, but he made Ishigami, who was bowing at a 90-degree angle, directly petrified in place.

Most afraid, the air suddenly quiet.

"President Shiben, you must have heard something wrong. I was actually joking with my friend on the phone call just now."

After a few seconds, Ishigami straightened up in a panic, as if trying to explain...

"There must be something in here..."

Then, he suddenly took out a slightly reflective object from the lining of his suit and touched Tokimoto Ichiro's forehead.

"……Misunderstand!"

It was impressively a silver-white silenced pistol.

"President Shiben, I advise you not to make any suspicious actions... After all, no matter how powerful a spirit remover is, he can't resist bullets at this distance."

The old man before the meeting didn't move from start to finish as if he was stunned, and Ishigami let out a sigh of relief.

"Your 'Bronze Corpse of Hundred Battles' seems to be still near Taitung District. It can't come faster than a bullet, right?"

"From the time when the spirit removal examination was conducted, the movements of the spirit removalists in the association seemed to be clearly controlled. After squatting for so long, I didn't expect the inner ghost to be Shishang-Jun, you..."

As if not surprised by the situation in front of him, Tokimoto Ichiro ignored the black muzzle on his forehead and just stared at the other side quietly: "I just want to know, why?"

"Hey, why... Of course, in exchange for the miracles performed by the 'Aum Truth Society' to gain the power to protect yourself!"

Hearing this question, Shi Shang, who was always humble and gentle, had a self-deprecating grin at the corner of his mouth: "If I had a choice, I would rather not encounter these so-called 'extraordinary events' and see the world's most real, terrifying and hopeless world. look!"

"In that way, I can continue the ordinary life trajectory of 'graduating from a famous university, becoming an elite in the workplace, getting married and having children, getting an annuity in retirement, running away with the cowboy with my wife's money, and dying in a bubble bath shop at the age of 80 because of the wind on horseback'!"

It seems that these words have been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and his originally white face gradually became crazy and distorted.

"However, since I already know the truth of the world, how can I continue to pretend to be deaf and live after receiving that terrible training?!"

"I naively thought that if I joined the association, I would gain the ability to fight against those things. However, the more I worked hard, the more I realized that in the world of 'supernatural', the insurmountable relationship between people , the gulf called 'talent'!"

The bitterness and helplessness accumulated over the years seems to have erupted at this moment.

"Hey, what's the use of me telling you this... How can you, the spirit removers with unique talents and aloofness, understand how tormented and powerless we, the little people with weak inspiration, are?"

"Once, among the founding members of the association, there was an ordinary person who was inferior to you and had no weak inspiration..."

Looking at the completely twisted Ishigami-kun in front of him, Tokimoto Ichiro sighed slightly.

"Faced with these unknown existences, he has not flinched, but has solved many problems with his professional knowledge time and time again."

"Not only that, he also creatively proposed the idea of ​​​​making a 'soul removal tool that ordinary people can use'... Guangzhi is now inheriting his ideas."

"Sorry, President Shiben, I would like to ask, where is the founding member you mentioned, and is he dead or alive?"

Ishigami sneered disdainfully and interrupted the other party's words.

"This...I don't know..."

"That's not right, I'm just a little guy who wants to protect himself~lightnovelpub.net~ I don't have the great feelings you have."

Looking at Tokimoto Ichiro who shook his head silently, Ishigami laughed at himself, and his finger on the trigger trembled slightly: "Since the identity has been exposed, I can only use your life as a 'sacrifice' in the return meeting. Anyway. In the past two years, I have also accumulated enough 'sacred objects' to be favored by the gods..."

Having said that, he suddenly pulled the trigger on his fingertips: "The final battle is about to start, no one can survive under the 'wrath of God', you are just one step ahead of others!"

"If you want to blame, blame this world that has been completely distorted and is about to collapse!"

"Crack."

A crisp trigger sounded, but no bullet was fired from the muzzle.

Most afraid, the air suddenly quiet x2.

"This... when is this..."

Slightly stunned, Shi Shangjun realized that the magazine of the gun in his hand had been dismantled at some point.

"Whoosh."

Immediately afterwards, a thick, long and rounded peach wood sword continued to enlarge in front of his eyes...

"Hey, although the old man is old and his physical strength is not as good as before, but only this craftsmanship of stealing the day and changing the flowers and joining the trees is still practiced day and night."

Withdrawing the wooden sword in his hand, Tokimoto Ichiro pasted several talismans on Ishigami-kun, who was unconscious and had a large red mark on his face...

"Xiyun began to sink into the pavilion at the beginning of the day, and the mountain and rain were about to come and the wind filled the building."

Looking back at the brighter sky above his head, Tokimoto Ichiro's wrinkled eyes were full of determination: "Haruto, Kino, Keiji, I've wasted so many years in vain, wasted to the point where I'm old and timeless. There are not many days, and the mastermind behind those incidents has not been found out..."

"This time, no matter how many beasts are hidden under the sea, even if I abandon this old bone, I will dive down to see the true face of 'that organization'!"