I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 48 - 42. This is the true grace of a priest ...

Suddenly, a hundred ghosts parade through the night!

The ghosts in action vary in costume, appearance, and age, their bodies mostly bloated and rotten, the ways in which they met their tragic ends somewhat discernible from their exteriors.

A little old man with twisted limbs and ribs protruding through his skin must have been killed in a collision.

A man in a white lab coat with a knife stuck in his chest is probably a doctor.

A middle-aged woman with a slashed throat, a gangster covered in tattooed arms, a policeman riddled with bullets, a sensuous mistress seemingly poisoned by the legitimate wife; some are no longer human but faceless ghosts who are barely a mass of wriggling flesh.

Fujiwara Reya frowned deeply.

From the moment he stepped into the building, he sensed something was off, and now it seems this place has turned into a "ghost-raising" ground.

"What should we do?" Kasahara Asuka asked.

Still holding the soft body of the little witch tightly at this moment, Fujiwara Reya directly leaped over to Ito Tatsushi’s side.

"Hey, senpai, what are you doing—"

Suddenly being held and carried away, Kasahara Asuka let out a startled cry.

To maintain balance, she instinctively spread her arms and hung on tightly around Fujiwara Reya’s neck.

"Swoosh!"

The Snow Woman floated over closely behind.

"Aaaah—" Ito Tatsushi was still clutching his head between his legs, shouting in confusion, and Fujiwara Reya jumped over, kicking away the little ghost turned vapor, shouting loudly: "Stop screaming!"

"Eh?"

Ito Tatsushi was stunned, then immediately bent over to check.

After confirming his pants were intact from beginning to end, he exhaled long and deeply, a sensation of surviving a disaster washing over him, leaving him feeling weak.

But when he looked up, seeing a huge crowd of ghosts and sinister spirits behind Inspector Suzuki, he was scared stiff again.

Ghosts of all sorts, in overwhelming numbers, stretching endlessly.

They followed the scent, swarming from all directions, closing in on the living.

The scene was despairing.

With more and more ghosts appearing, Kasahara Asuka’s face turned slightly pale.

It was her first time encountering such a horrifying situation.

Luckily, being from a Great Shrine, she had considerable guts, instinctively shrinking into Fujiwara Reya’s arms for safety. Finding reassurance, she lightly bit her lower lip, and clutched a Spirit Talisman between her fingers.

"Leave it to me," Fujiwara Reya pressed down her hand, eyeing the direction where Inspector Suzuki was fleeing, "when he gets here, you’ll lead him and Master Ito for a breakout; I’ll cover you from behind."

"Senpai, you..." Kasahara Asuka looked up, worry plastered on her little face.

"Don’t worry," Fujiwara Reya patted her head, trying to comfort her like a child, "I’m very competent, haven’t you seen it before?"

"Mhm~"

Kasahara Asuka blushed.

Her big, clear, and bright eyes sparkled in the dark.

Fujiwara Reya also blushed a bit.

But unlike the little witch, his was from slight embarrassment.

The actions and words just now were intentionally put on.

The Tokyo Grand Shrine is the second-largest shrine in the Kanto region, next only to Meiji Shrine. Her sister and mother hold high positions, making them prime members of a prestigious family in terms of both strength and status.

Fujiwara Reya, under numerous scrutinizing gazes, had harbored the intention to leverage her family’s power from the moment Kasahara Asuka threatened him with her long socks.

If you’re unjust, don’t blame me for being unrighteous.

If you threaten me, I’ll cling to your family.

At the time, that’s what Fujiwara Reya thought.

But after engaging with her, he found that Kasahara Asuka wasn’t as cunning as she seemed on the surface; she was essentially just an innocent girl naive of the ways of the world, which made him reluctant to continue deceiving her.

"Help me—"

Inspector Suzuki shouted loudly for help, quickly running within five meters.

In the dim space, he saw the slightly shorter little witch leaning against the little priest’s body, smiling. The two were close in age, and their height difference was just right, the scene heartwarming like a happy Sunday morning date in spring.

But...

Beneath their feet, several pale, twisted arms protruded from the floor, waving like octopus tentacles.

No matter how you look, it’s not a good place for a romantic date... In a critical moment, Inspector Suzuki remembered he was a Section 9 agent, clenched his heart, and shouted loudly, "Little wizard!"

Fujiwara Reya looked at him, fists clenching tighter.

"You take the Kasahara Witch, and quickly..."

Mid-sentence, a short-haired woman with swollen skin, her tongue hanging out, and obvious marks of strangulation, floated slowly down from the ceiling in front of him.

Inspector Suzuki initially wanted to say ’Take the Kasahara Witch and leave, don’t worry about me,’ but the sudden appearance of a hanging ghost gave him such a fright his heart almost stopped, forgetting even to breathe.

Fujiwara Reya dashed forward, a swift punch blowing the short-haired woman’s head apart.

Bang!

The hanging ghost exploded into countless shards of dark energy.

"What did you say just now?" Fujiwara Reya asked him.

"Uh..." Inspector Suzuki scratched his cheek, "I asked you and the little wizard to come save me."

"Oh, you better hurry up and go." Fujiwara Reya instructed calmly, "Follow behind Asuka, let her escort you two out, I’ll cover you from behind."

"No way!"

Ito Tatsushi stood out.

"?" Fujiwara Reya looked at him, puzzled.

"I want to stay and fight!" Ito Tatsushi shouted heroically.

Just as his voice fell, he suddenly let out an "Ah" sound, his face twisting painfully.

On the floor, at some unknown time, there was an angry spirit that had been burned to death, its scorched hands aflame, gripping one of Ito Tatsushi’s feet.

Instantly.

"Sizzle" rang out.

Ito Tatsushi smelled the singed stench of burnt flesh.

Looking down, a grotesque face, dried up and baked, was staring up at his foot, drool trickling from the cracked corners of its mouth, seemingly planning to roast his leg and take a fresh bite.

At such a moment, what courage was there left for a fight? Ito Tatsushi immediately shouted, "Master Fujiwara, save me!"

"Weak and loves to show off..." Fujiwara Reya muttered, nodding towards the Snow Woman.

Mist gathered, and a cold wind swept through the air.

Snowflakes coalesced, fluttering down, cold air holding countless ice crystals; standing amidst the snow, the Snow Woman raised her arms, her slender figure saddening.

Centered around her, sharp ice arrows floated in the air.

One ice arrow, guided by her finger, shot forward with a "whoosh."

A glimmer of cold light flashed by.

The forlorn spirit covered in faint flames—its dark energy dispersed considerably, with even the heat of the flames decreasing quickly.

Next, the Snow Woman, expressionless, pointed here and there with her finger; every direction she pointed to, an ice arrow would shoot out. Weaker spirits were directly annihilated, while stronger spirits fell into a rigid, slowed state, moving extremely sluggishly.

Taking advantage of this moment, Kasahara Asuka also began to move.

’Lightning Wind, Water and Fire, Seal of the Wind, Open!’

Light instantly flared up, a cool breeze blew in from outside the building as Kasahara Asuka flung out a handful of Spirit Talismans. The wind, like sentient little hands, carried the talismans one by one, slapping them onto ghosts, blasting open a clear path to the stairs.

"Boom!"

With the explosion, heat waves raged like unbridled wild horses.

The corridor path was opened, the girl took the lead rushing towards the stairs, Inspector Suzuki running swiftly too, with the limp and dragging third-place Ito Tatsushi, who, upon reaching halfway up the stairs, turned back for a glance. freeweɓnøvel~com

A youthful figure stood tall, singlehandedly blocking the tide-like swarm of ghosts at the stair entrance.

So handsome, so strong.

This was truly the demeanor of a priest... Unconsciously, two lines of tears streamed down from Ito Tatsushi’s eyes.

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