Tokyo, Shinjuku.

Under the night, flashing neon lights urge people who are returning late to speed up their pace of going home, and the shops on both sides have basically closed down.

Shiraki Mujun stopped in front of one of the stores that were still open.

The billboard in front of the door is eye-catching.

"Thirty minutes/one hundred and fifty yen"

Store name, Mitsui Manga Cafe.

Although the name sounds quite high-end, I have been traveling through time for a while. Shiraki Toshi, who has been accustomed to neon life, knows that this kind of store is generally called "Internet cafes" in the previous life.

However, Neon's Internet cafe has a complete infrastructure, and food, accommodation, and even showers can be solved here.

Thanks to the relatively low price, one or two thousand yen can solve the problem of one night, and many people who have nowhere to go will choose to stay here for overnight stay.

Shiraki Mujun walked into the store.

On the left hand side, a middle-aged man in his forties was dozing off after a dark brown installation counter.

Hearing the prompt to enter the door, he subconsciously raised his head and shouted "Welcome" in a daze.

Shiraki Mujun walked forward and saluted.

"I am the priest of Tianji Shrine. I have an appointment with Mr. Mitsui. Is he here?"

"Ah, I am."

The middle-aged man subconsciously responded, and he looked at the polite little handsome guy in front of him, a little surprised.

"So, are you the White Wood Priest?"

"Yes." Shiraki Jun nodded.

Mitsui Yuta stared at Shiraki Toshiba.

Why is this White Wood Priest... so young?

It looks too unreliable!

Not only did he not even have the minimum priest costume or imperial coins, but he didn't even bring any utensils to take the Internet. He looked like a high school student who secretly came to surf the Internet without hiding his family!

Is it a liar?

While he was confused, Yuki Mitsui said with great concern.

"I said to Master Baimu, don't think I'm joking with you. What I'm going to deal with this time is real. You'd better go back to the shrine and ask some priests with high magic power to come forward."

Looking at the expression of Mitsui Yuta's distrust, Shiraki Toshi also understood a little.

Yuta Mitsui is not the first employer to say such words.

After all, my current image is still a high school student.

Although he is very good, he cannot help him gain prestige. On the contrary, he also feels like he is relying on his face to make a living.

Shiraki Toshi smiled slightly and explained to Mitsui Yuta patiently.

"Mr. Mitsui, you should know that Shinto's elimination is not about age, but about the pious heart for believing in gods, and about the relationship with gods."

"Although I am not talented, my relationship with the gods is really good."

"Of course, if it really exceeds my ability, I won't show off. Please rest assured."

Shiraki Toshi is quite confident.

He also has the confidence to say this.

Since his debut, he has won consecutive victories and has never lost.

The small goal of the Hundred Ghost Slash that was originally set has been achieved.

Of course, Shiraki Jun knew that this had something to do with the fact that he had eliminated some small ghosts.

Even so, he felt that he still had two tricks.

He was already a little sure of this elimination.

After all, if it is a powerful ghost, Yuta Mitsui would not be able to escape from its palms.

Mostly he is a little ghost again.

However, the little ghost should not be taken lightly, and Shiraki Toshi was also very clear about the lesson of capsizing in the gutter.

Seeing Yuta Mitsui's expression, Shiraki Toshi immediately added quickly.

"If the elimination effect is not good, the 8,000 yen will naturally not be given a penny."

"Please talk about the specific situation."

When it comes to this, Yuta Mitsui didn't have much to say. He picked up the wolfberry water on the stage and took a sip, then began to tell his own experience.

On Tuesday, Mitsui Yuta handed over to the clerk who was on night shift as usual and returned to his home.

Because it was predicted that there would be rain, he even took an umbrella.

While passing through a daily alley on the way, he suddenly heard a dull thrust and a wailing sound coming from behind.

Yuki Mitsui was so shocked. He turned around and saw an old man lying on the ground not far away, as if he was injured.

Yuta Mitsui wanted to rush over and see the situation, but suddenly stopped and stood there.

It's midnight.

It is predicted tonight that there will be heavy rain, and the ground covered by dark clouds is pitch black, and even the water holes on the road cannot be distinguished.

There are no street lights in the alley, and you can't see your fingers.

How did you see that person clearly?

A dense cold sweat suddenly appeared on Queen Mother Mitsui Yu's back. Instead of stepping forward, he immediately turned around and fell in the mud in panic. But he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, got up, and ran out of the alley with all his might.

The old man was left far behind by him, but he felt that the neck was getting colder, as if someone was lying on his back and gritting his teeth and blew out the cold wind.

I don’t know how long it took to run, but Yuta Mitsui staggered out of the alley.

Then he ran all the way back to his home, immediately fell on the door and locked it up.

Ruchang's home made Mitsui Yuta feel relieved and he recovered.

He thought to himself.

I am too sensitive. I just scared myself just now. Maybe there is an old man who really needs help...

While thinking about it, Yuta Mitsui took off his coat and threw it into the washing machine to wash.

Before throwing the clothes in, Mitsui Yuta glanced at them unintentionally, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The coat is very clean and there is no mud stain at all.

But on the shoulders, a pair of blood-red handprints were seeped into the fabric of the clothes.

......

Looking at Yuta Mitsui in front of him, Shiraki Toshi had already reached a conclusion.

Death.

People who are under too much pressure during their lifetime will be most likely to breed such ghosts when they die.

This spirit feeds on the essence of a living person. It will turn into an image of an old and weak person and asks people who pass by for help. If the person who passes by really gives help, it will possess it and absorb the essence of the host.

The energetic host can hold on for a while, while the weak host will often faint on the spot.

However, Mr. Mitsui was not possessed, he should have been affected only.

Looking at Shiraki Toshi who was in deep thought, Yuta Mitsui tentatively said.

"Shiramu Master, can you get rid of this kind of thing? Why not contact the shrine and send more people here?"

He had not given up on the idea of ​​letting Shiraki Jun return to Tianji Shrine and changing to another priest.

Shiraki Toshi comforted Yuta Mitsui for a few words, saying that this is still within his business ability and there is no need to worry.

and......

Who else can I get a shrine with only one clergyman?

Should we let our gods end in person?

Not impossible.

However, the appearance fee is probably a little higher.

At least ten thousand yen.

Yuki Mitsui opened his mouth and didn't say it.

After all, he still doesn't trust this little priest very much.

Shiraki Mujun looked up at his face.

It's 9:30 p.m.
To be continued...