I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 49 - 43. The correct choice

"Hee hee..."

The woman in the red dress laughed sinisterly.

The face, bluish-black, had sunken eye sockets, blood trickling endlessly from the corners of her mouth.

Fujiwara Reya noticed that the cuffs and hem of this vengeful spirit’s dress were empty, severed limbs emerging, the wounds festering and decaying.

Clearly.

This was someone who died with broken limbs.

A pair of pale hands emerged from the darkness behind Fujiwara Reya, grabbing his neck. Meanwhile, his waist was tightly constrained by a pair of severed, slender legs in an extremely provocative posture.

"Hee hee, got you..."

The limbless vengeful spirit wore an eerie satisfied smile.

It twisted its body, dragging a long trail of blood as it approached Fujiwara Reya. Around it, more ghosts with gruesome deaths converged.

The Snow Woman floated before Fujiwara Reya.

Her little hands, wrapped in white snow, continuously directed ice arrows through the air, shooting at each ghost.

Every ghost hit by an ice arrow would be afflicted with a debuff of stiffness and slowness, their movements becoming sluggish.

"You must be in so much pain?" Fujiwara Reya asked the red-clothed vengeful spirit crawling at his feet.

The vengeful spirit looked at Fujiwara Reya in confusion.

It paused for just two seconds, then continued crawling onto his body with an eerie smile.

The more painful a person’s life was, the greater the likelihood of their soul transforming into a ghost or vengeful spirit after death.

They all have extremely tragic pasts; this is undeniable.

But...

They are already dead.

What is pain?

It had long forgotten.

The only goal now is to turn the living in front into the same existence as itself.

The mouth full of sharp teeth opened, biting toward Fujiwara Reya’s neck.

"Crunch~"

The teeth shattered.

The vengeful spirit froze.

It incredulously licked the gap in its teeth with its tongue, then began to cry "Wuuu~."

This boy was too hard.

It couldn’t bite through.

Looking down at the sorrowful, weeping vengeful spirit, Fujiwara Reya felt no ripple in his heart.

No matter how great the grievance, none of them could be allowed to pass.

Disturbing the mortal world after death is the greatest sin of all, irrespective of what suffering they had endured.

All Fujiwara Reya needed to do was exorcise it, let it rest in peace and be done with it.

All other matters are left to the police and Yomi Country.

Of course, if they need his help, he would certainly assist.

"Snow Princess," Fujiwara Reya called out, pointing forward at the swarm of white ghosts, shouting, "Unleash the ultimate move!"

The Snow Woman gently raised her hands.

The wind and snow grew chaotic.

Yet it seemed as if thunder echoed through the heavens and earth.

A thick, leaden fog formed, spreading from a tiny point, rapidly covering the entire ceiling with snowflakes. The snow wave charged towards the hundred ghosts, symbolizing the will and emotions of the Snow Woman.

As the snow wave passed, it left behind ice sculptures.

Moonlight poured through the broken windows into the corridor, snowflakes danced in the air, adding a vivid silver sheen to the frozen scenery. Many remaining unfrozen vengeful spirits advanced slowly in this gloss.

Just as they were about to be utterly defeated, a few figures lurking in the shadows finally couldn’t hold back and emerged.

In mere tens of seconds, they came from the dark depths of the corridor to the floor where Fujiwara Reya stood; there were seven in total, each with a spider silk attached to their rear, eight hairy, sharp spider legs hooked onto the filament, their upper bodies swinging into view.

All seven were Spider Demons.

Their upper bodies bore distinctly female characteristics with ample curves; from the hips down, they became spiders, with fuzzy legs and large spider rears, a peculiar allure.

Their figures were quite nice.

But their faces, horrifyingly grew eight eyeballs, mouths cracked open to the ears, exposing two rows of sharp, serrated teeth.

The seven Spider Ladies appeared simultaneously, their intense demonic aura whipping up the snow and gravel, dispelling the Snow Woman’s cold mist from the entire floor.

The leader was an upper-level noble Spider Demon. She stared at Fujiwara Reya, saying in a raspy voice, "No matter who you are, please leave here now."

Though he hadn’t shown much strength, that calm demeanor made her cautious.

Fujiwara Reya ignored her and looked at the Snow Woman.

The Snow Woman blinked her eyelashes slightly.

The frost flowers on her lashes shook loose a few petals. Staring at these sudden spiders, Snow Treasure only showed perplexity in her eyes.

She raised her hand, wanting to release another skill.

Yet, immediately, an unhealthy flush spread on her face, turning her head to seek help from her master.

"Come over here," Fujiwara Reya beckoned.

The Snow Woman floated over to him at once.

Her long lashes blinked cheerfully, frost falling incessantly, and by the time she floated to Fujiwara Reya’s side, most of the ice and snow covering her had melted, revealing the tender, flawless skin beneath.

This situation indicated she had run out of energy.

She needed her master’s magic replenishment to regain vitality.

But to replenish magic... Fujiwara Reya lightly stroked the Snow Woman’s icy hair, wearing a conflicted expression.

Snow Treasure had an innate youthful face, eyes like snow, every part from head to toe was spotless, as pure as snow. If she were to be stained with a different color now...

Hmmm.

It’s tempting to think about.

But she’s still just a child...

The Snow Woman opened her mouth, moving her face toward Fujiwara Reya’s nose: "Aaah~"

Her lips touched the tip of his nose, her cool breath caressing his face, very refreshing. But Fujiwara Reya only saw that after the ice and snow melted, her gaze appeared softer and more sorrowful.

The seven Spider Ladies watched the scene in front, not daring to act rashly.

Bathed in moonlight, they appeared as though a pair of statues, a perfectly self-contained world of statues.

"Alright, you go back first." Fujiwara Reya snapped his fingers, and a space rift tore open by the system appeared. He patted the Snow Woman’s slender shoulder, coaxing with a smile, "When the master finishes his matters, he’ll feed you at home."

The Snow Woman looked at him mournfully.

She glared at her master for a while. Seeing no change in his command, she reluctantly pouted her lips and unwillingly returned to the system space.

Without the support of the Snow Woman’s demonic power, the snow and ice sculptures began to melt.

Water gathered on the ground, reflecting the moonlight, cloaking the whole corridor in a shimmery silver glow.

Walking over the pooled water, Fujiwara Reya approached the seven Spider Ladies, a smile graceing his face, so warm like a spring breeze to them.

He seemed like someone easy to talk to... The lead Spider Lady inwardly sighed in relief.

"Are these ghosts raised by you?" Fujiwara Reya asked.

"Yes," answered the Spider Lady, "Due to the sealing spell, we cannot disclose specific information, so don’t expect to extract anything from us."

Fujiwara Reya’s expression remained unchanged, still smiling as he walked toward them.

It was a flawless smile.

It signified sincerity, goodwill, philanthropy; when it appeared before you, even the murky air felt renewed, like placing freshly picked gardenias in an empty vase.

Looking at the smile on his face, the Spider Lady’s mood grew ever more relaxed: "As long as you make the right choice, we will pretend tonight’s incident never happened."

"I will!"

The words rang out, and the smile vanished from Fujiwara Reya’s face.

He reached out his palm forward.

His pupils turned to gold.

A pair of wings sprouted from his back. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Holy, elegant pure white feathers gently fluttered in the moonlight, akin to a dancer’s graceful dance moves.

"You’re a Tengu—"

The seven Spider Ladies barely reacted.

Welcoming them was the palm as smooth as jade.

The scorching Demon Fire flared from that palm, akin to midday sunlight, illuminating the entire corridor.

Under this terrifying heat, all ghosts were instantly melted, and the seven Spider Ladies hastily spewed silk threads weaving into cocoons, attempting to protect themselves.

However, upon contact with the flames, the tangled spider threads vanished without a trace, as if they’d never existed.

Inside the cocoon, the Spider Ladies couldn’t even utter a scream, their bodies turning directly into ashes, disappearing in the firelight, leaving no trace of ever existing.

"Job done, time to go!"

Fujiwara Reya pat the gray off his clothes, hands stuffed in his pockets, turned around to go downstairs.

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