I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 44 - 40. This punch is called the Materialist Iron Fist.

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What’s this little cutie?

Ito Tatsushi blinked hard and turned to look at the three people opposite him.

"Did any of you see anything?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Don’t be afraid," Fujiwara Reya comforted him, "it’s just a female ghost."

"Hmm?"

Ito Tatsushi felt there was something very off about this statement.

But before his mind could wrap around it, a pair of extremely cold hands wrapped around his waist from behind.

The female spirit rested her chin on his shoulder, her half-decayed lips touching the tip of his nose, cooing with a voice like sand scraping glass: "You made me feel so good last time, do it again, or I’ll kill you."

Shit!

Ito Tatsushi’s pupils shrank.

His mind was blank now, unable to think, he just got up instinctively and ran towards the door.

Seeing him flee in such a panic with the spirit on his back, Fujiwara Reya naturally couldn’t stand by, quickly got up, and chased after him.

"Wait up, Senpai!" Kasahara Asuka followed closely.

Chief Inspector Suzuki drew his pistol, loaded it with specially made exorcism bullets, and ran leisurely.

The average working years for agents in Section 9 is five years.

Most either die or leave due to excessive stress and go for mental health treatment.

Chief Inspector Suzuki managed to last ten years.

Because he was cautious enough.

"Help——"

Running and shouting, Ito Tatsushi’s nerves were stretched to the limit, and he tripped on flat ground.

The spirit behind him, its decaying face slowly coming forward, its tongue long and crimson.

Fujiwara Reya arrived just in time, transferring his weight from his waist to his lower body, and kicked hard at the spirit’s face.

"Poof~!"

The spirit dropped to one side.

Its head twisted in an exaggerated manner, as if it could fall off from being kicked.

Ito Tatsushi’s expression froze, panting heavily, looking as though he had a brush with death.

In his line of sight, the spirit rolled around on the ground, a steady flow of dark, foul-smelling liquid sliding down its decaying face, and in its eyeless sockets, pitch-black pupils malevolently focused on him alone.

The malice contained within made Ito Tatsushi’s fingers tremble, a chill running through his body.

"Master Ito," Fujiwara Reya asked with concern, "Are you okay now?"

"No, nothing!"

Ito Tatsushi forced himself to stand up calmly.

Fujiwara Reya no longer concerned himself with him, rolled up his sleeves, ready to finish the job.

"Hold on, that’s not how you exorcise!" Ito Tatsushi scolded, fingers somehow retrieving a spirit talisman from his pocket, "Let me show you what true exorcism is, watch closely!"

Is it really necessary to keep up appearances... Fujiwara Reya truly didn’t understand what was going on in this guy’s mind.

’Incantation: Heat Haze!’

The spirit talisman floated up as Ito Tatsushi’s hands painted complex patterns in the air.

Chanting incantations and channeling Divine Power, the spirit talisman ignited in a blaze of dazzling light, flames radiating outward from the talisman, engulfing everything.

The night brightened, malice evaporated, the scorching flames spreading to the spirit.

The flames consumed the spirit, producing a sizzling sound like roasting meat.

Fujiwara Reya had to admire the flashy appearance of Shintoism’s incantations, indeed quite stunning.

Though...

The power was rather weak.

For instance, the spirit before them cried out in pain, but if he used his method of physical banishment, the spirit wouldn’t last two seconds and would pass on without suffering.

Watching the spirit’s struggling figure, Ito Tatsushi shook his head, sighed, and said with pity, "What a pitiful woman."

Immediately after, he turned to face Fujiwara Reya with a self-assured expression, standing with his hands behind his back, "This is my power, did you see it?"

Sorry, not impressed... Fujiwara Reya politely smiled, "Impressive, impressive."

As if seeing through his thoughts, Ito Tatsushi sneered, "Do you know, I have seven incantations that can purify this puny spirit?"

"Impressive, impressive!" Fujiwara forced a smile and nodded.

Meanwhile, Kasahara Asuka stared bored at the spirit rolling in the flames, thinking if it were her, it would take less than a minute to clock out.

If it were Hoshimi Rinko, how long would it take... just as she was comparing herself to the other talented shrine maiden in her mind, a gust of wind blew through the corridor, making the flames flicker violently.

A bit chilly.

Kasahara Asuka’s bored expression suddenly became lively.

A subtle smile appeared in her eyes, as if predicting something interesting was about to happen.

The malice grew denser.

Fujiwara Reya sensed it too.

But he found it strange, the malice was extremely chaotic and disorganized, as if coming from many different entities.

The sudden drop in temperature in the corridor also caught Ito Tatsushi’s attention.

"Ooo~"

A piercing cry rang out, and the flames extinguished.

In the now darkened space, the humans had no idea what had happened, only sensing danger and evil from the thick scent of blood in the air.

Something inherently ominous had appeared!

The spirit, which moments ago was burning in flames, suddenly began crawling, its long blood-soaked hair half-burned off, revealing a horribly tragic face.

Ito Tatsushi rubbed his eyes, goosebumps instantly covering his body.

A large horizontal gash split his forehead, bloodshot eyes bulging outward, from the half-opened mouth, thick blood overflowed, intermittently emitting "oo... ha..." sounds.

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