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"This, what a mysterious spell this is! 』

"Inside the Suruga House" Fujiwara Takumi suddenly chanted an incantation in a low voice.

"Snapped."

The "royal coin" in his hand that was held high and trembled slightly, followed by a flash of golden light, and hit the forehead of the innocent-looking big figure.

The surging and gorgeous "sixteen-petal eight-layer chrysanthemum pattern" burst out in an instant with the striking point as the center, dyeing the nearby ground and walls brilliantly.

Shinto · Purification!

After the Obon Festival, stimulated by Uncle Keigo's almost death, Fujiwara Takumi picked up the "three minutes a day" routine again.

Thanks to the doubling of the flow rate of the useless chrysanthemum pattern in the body, or because he modified the mantra because "anyway, the gods can't hear me and pray ass", the power of the "purification" technique that he is best at is unexpectedly powerful. The improvement was barely able to solve some weak grievances and go through the monthly subsistence tasks.

"Oh, this is the legendary 'Kami no Tremor'?! What a perfect and attractive shape..."

In the face of the "16-petal and eight-layered chrysanthemum pattern" spiritual power rushing towards him, Yamada Kengo suppressed the urge in his heart and stepped out of the coverage area.

"For ordinary people who can't sense spiritual power, Araki Sosuke can stand still in such a powerful divine power. He is indeed a genius comparable to Fujiwara Takukai!"

On the contrary, Araki Sosuke, Atsumi Luto, and the clerk remained calmly in it.

"uh-huh."

In the humming, a gray-white figure with a hint of resentment flew out from the inside of the figure...

"Come on, let me see, where is the ghost..."

It was a spirit body that looked like a short, fat man in a hospital gown.

"...Just an ordinary Earthbound Spirit?!"

That's right, regardless of whether Hiroshi Changtian looked left, right, up or down, this short and fat man with almost invisible resentment was just an extremely common and weak earthbound spirit.

"What? I haven't been able to see my 'wife' for a long time because I was sick and hospitalized... So after I died, I wanted to come and see it no matter what, and then I couldn't help but do something like this..."

In the next second, Sousuke Araki was already in front of the resentful spirit, and the broad back obscured Hiroshi Hiroshi's sluggish vision.

"Well, although I understand your feelings very well, it should be done in moderation. The people in the store will be very distressed..."

"...Please do your best in your next life, and become a current top-up like me!"

After he got up, the short and fat man had disappeared, leaving only a sliver of fine white residue on the ground.

"Hey, just now, you didn't follow the rules yourself, and I didn't ask for your help... This task is related to my 'full attendance' this month. I don't think I'll add your name to the column of helpers... "

"...The big deal, in the next 'competition', let the water let you win once."

Seeing the resentment dissipate, Fujiwara Takumi was extremely skilled and couldn't wait to start taking off the priest's uniform outside.

"Hmph, let me let go?! Although I've been busy with my career recently, I still have some time to practice hard... Next time, I'll definitely use that trick "Rise of the Iceberg" to make you bow your head in an upright manner..."

"Tsk, I don't know how the previous record of nine hundred and ninety-nine consecutive defeats came from?"

Arguing with Sosuke Araki, he put the priest's uniform and "Royal Coin" into the backpack, revealing the limited edition joint shirt of "Ghost Slayer&;;;" on the inside, just like a college student "after class" appearance.

"What?! The two of them have been in private contact for a long time, and they have secretly discussed nine hundred and ninety-nine times, but Araki Sosuke has never won?!"

"How unfathomable is the background of Meiji Jingu's 'the once-in-four-thousand-year-old favored person'..."

After overhearing the plain conversation and familiar tone of the two, Hiroshi Changda's expression froze outside the door.

"Mr. Kang John, can you go? My stomach is already growling."

"...Don't, don't call her an online name in the public eye. I always thought 'Deep Rukia' was an intellectual and virtuous woman."

"Sorry, what woman would be writing a post like 'The Master Teach You to Hit Home Plate Fast'?"

The other two people in the room seemed to be surprised by this scene, but instead urged them impatiently.

"Hello, this time the entrustment has been completed. I will give you some additional talismans from the Meiji Shrine. If you have any after-sales service needs, please contact the association..."

Fujiwara Takumi and the clerk bowed to each other, and after explaining a few words, they walked towards the gate with everyone.

"Wait, it's not quite right!"

At the same time, Sousuke Araki, who was at the back, suddenly lifted his blindfold and turned his attention to the figure sitting on the ground.

"What's the matter, Araki-senpai?"

"There should be no grievances anymore. Could it be that I feel wrong?"

Hearing his cautious tone, everyone also stopped.

"Sure enough, it's not that simple. Even the two of them were almost hidden from the past, so let the old man take a good look at it, what is hidden in..."

Hiroshi Changda, who was standing outside the door, heard the words, and cautiously looked at the figure inside the house, which seemed normal at first glance. One hand was already in his arms nervously, and he held a buzzing translucent Purple "self-defense weapon".

"It's not wrong, I felt a huge evil in her..."

Under the eyes of everyone~lightnovelpub.net~ Araki Sosuke's whole painting style has changed, and his whole body is full of tough lines and rich shadows...

"When the evil is done, sacrifice my 'resonance and frequency' and 'one-shot into the soul' body to purify this tempting demon!"

With a violent aura, Sousuke Araki, who was blushing and breathing from his nostrils, had his legs separated from left to right like a sumo wrestler and a Slavic squat.

"Oh, this feeling is so evil, is there also down there? It seems that you will have to resort to the 'Knee Pillow', which is my best trick, to solve you, oh hehehehe..."

"Senior Araki, what are you doing?!"

"Hurry up and stop him, this is a limited edition not for sale. It's the most rude move to mess around with it!"

"Idiot, let go quickly, you're about to tear me out of shape... Don't make me lose money if I fail to entrust me!"

Under the sluggish, frightened, angry and envious eyes of everyone, Sosuke Araki launched a series of "high-five surprise attacks" towards the huge and eye-catching chest of the "Haruhara Cauliflower Limited Edition One-to-One Silicone Figure (Removable "Eliminating the Spirit".