Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

It's hard to say who's stronger and who's weaker...

But this courage is far worse than that golden goat head.

That's not right.

It shows that people are smart. A wise man submits to circumstances.

Yae didn't answer directly, but looked at Yukinoshita Yukino and Kitagawa Kaimeng.

"It's not easy to come to the shrine, shouldn't you go and worship?"

Yukinoshita Yukino and Kitagawa Kaimeng, unlike Amano Hina and Touma Kazusa, know the truth about the existence of evil spirits, and do not have the ability to observe spiritual bodies.

They were confused about what had just happened.

"Worship?"

Before Kitagawa Kaimeng and Yukinoshita Yukino could react, Sakurajima Mai and others understood and led the two to the donation box and coin pool of the shrine.

After they left, Yae squatted down, with a friendly smile on his face, looked at the old man god lying in front of him, his body trembling, and said softly.

"Byd, with your image, you are still in charge of love luck?"

"It's a wrong!"

The old man god didn't know why, but when Yae said this, he seemed to have a deep resentment, and his voice carried a murderous intent that frightened him. He didn't bother to think about it, and quickly explained with tears in his eyes.

"That torii gate was not built by me. The legend that holding hands and walking through it will keep you together forever is not spread by me. It's really a wrong. I am the god in charge of land and wealth."

"You're still in charge here?"

"I dare not, I dare not."

The old man god didn't care about his B level, and quickly explained.

"I just want to make the people who come to pray feel happier. As for the matter of being in charge of land and wealth, it's all out of nothing, out of nothing."

Most of the so-called gods in Sakura Province are not real gods.

Like the old man in front of me, and that golden goat head...

Rather than calling them gods, it is better to call them earth-bound spirits living in shrines.

Not evil spirits, but can be regarded as ghosts.

"Ask you a question."

Yae patted the old man's shoulder and chuckled.

"Why did you let your apostle, that old woman, leave first?"

"This... this..."

Seeing the old man god looking hesitant, Yae smiled as if he had seen through the other party's thoughts.

"Afraid I'll kill her?"

The old man god bit his teeth and trembled.

"That... after all, she is the old man's apostle, just an ordinary person. Ignorance is no crime. If there is anything offensive to you, the old man will take the responsibility. Please don't attack her."

"Well said."

Yae nodded noncommittally.

"Although you are a little weak, you are still a serious god, very good, I won't eat you."

The old man god breathed a sigh of relief, his face complicated.

"Then... thank you."

As a guardian deity who can be called a guardian deity and has an independent shrine, he never thought that one day he would be so aggrieved.

Forget it, there are no outsiders anyway.

Just lose face.

"Ask you one more thing."

"Please ask."

"As a native god of Tokyo, what do you know about the commercial pedestrian street in Shibuya, that is, here..."

Yae took out his mobile phone, opened the map, and pointed to the location on it.

"Have you heard anything about this area?"

"Here! ?"

When the old man god saw the place pointed out by Yae, his face changed suddenly, and he lowered his voice.

"Let me advise you, this area is very dangerous. When my ghost friends came to visit, they mentioned that they saw a naked, skinny evil spirit with black skin and dressed like a monk around here."

"Nuribotoke?"

Seeing that Yae actually knew the name, the old man god nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes, it is Nuribotoke in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, very dangerous..."

At this moment, an automatic translator seemed to appear in Yae's mind.

"Very dangerous" = "Very delicious".

"It seems that the time has come to have a good meal."

... ...

That afternoon, at 5:50.

"Seriously, the weather in Tokyo is so weird. I wanted to continue shopping."

Hearing Kitagawa Kaimeng's soft complaint, Yukinoshita Yukino, who was holding a light novel and reading it, said lightly.

"I think it's good."

Yui Yuigahama sat next to her, intimately put her arms around Yukino's shoulders, and smiled sweetly.

"Yukino-chan, put down the book occasionally and chat with us."

Yukinoshita Yukino originally wanted to refuse, but after seeing Yui Yuigahama's cute and cute expression, she sighed slightly.

"Occasionally."

At this moment, Amano Hina's mobile phone rang suddenly.

"Sorry, I'll go out to make a call."

Watching Amano Hina leave the room, there was no flaw on Yukinoshita Yukino's face, but a few complicated colors flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head and looked at the light novel in her hand, and asked casually.

"By the way, where are the others?"

Yui Yuigahama squeezed out a smile and replied as if nothing had happened.

"That... they should still be outside, after all, we are not acting together."

"I see..."

Yukinoshita Yukino nodded noncommittally, glanced at the falling rain outside the window, and had an idea in her mind.

Yui Yuigahama...

You really can't lie.

On the other side.

After Amano Hina came to the hotel corridor, she walked straight to the window at the end of the corridor.

She looked at the rainy sky and closed her eyes again, starting to pray.

This time, it was not praying for a sunny day.

But...

"Boom! ! !"

A dazzling thunder light, accompanied by a deafening thunder, appeared in the sky of Tokyo.

This lightning seemed to be blowing a horn.

The originally sparse drizzle turned into a torrential downpour like a river pouring down in just a few seconds.

Ten minutes later.

"It's started."

Yae was holding a black umbrella, standing in a quiet and deserted alley in Tokyo.

Sakurajima Mai, Futaba Rio, and Yotsuya Miko behind him all had serious expressions.

"Let's go."

Yae's tone still carried a smile.

He slowly put down the black umbrella, and the umbrella in his hand suddenly turned into black flames, covering his body and face, revealing only a pair of black eyes.

Similarly, Sakurajima Mai, Futaba Rio, and Yotsuya Miko also used their soul concretion abilities and changed into the images they had during the exorcism operation.

Yae moved his shoulders, led them towards the "door" in front of him, and said with a chuckle.

"It's time to return the famous sword Mikazuki Munechika to its original owner."

Chapter 183 The first public appearance of the famous sword 'Kira' belonging only to Miko

Five minutes later, at the gate of the Tokyo National Museum.

"Why is there such a sudden downpour?"

Members of the Metropolitan Police Department in raincoats and museum staff stepped into the water, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and looked down. The water level had risen above their ankles.

Moreover, it continues to rise.

"What a hassle..."

"Before the water level rises too high, let's move the police car."

"Are the waterproof measures in the museum ready?"

"No problem."

"That's good."

... ...

The on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department looked at the accumulated water on the ground, then turned around and glanced at the gate of the Tokyo National Museum, thinking that it was a blessing in disguise after all. The closing time of the museum was 5:00 pm.

When the heavy rain started, the tourists and citizens who visited the cultural relic exhibitions had already left.

Otherwise, it would be really overwhelming to maintain the order of the crowd on the scene and be responsible for guarding the safety of the cultural relics in the museum at the same time.

"This weather is really weird..."

The members of the Metropolitan Police Department raised their heads, looked at the cloudy and completely dimmed sky, and felt the chill brought by the heavy rain. Their emotions were a little inexplicably complicated.

In such a continuous sound of rain, the world seemed to be quieted down.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The sound of raindrops falling on the ground became one piece, and there was no other sound between heaven and earth.

In such a heavy rain, the vision became blurred.

The on-site commander of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and the person in charge of the Tokyo National Museum exhibition glanced at the empty street and breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts for no reason.

Fortunately.

The exhibition has been held until today, and there have been no accidents.

Think about it too.

Nearly a hundred fully armed members of the Metropolitan Police Department are patrolling every direction of the Tokyo National Museum. Let alone people, even a bird cannot sneak in quietly.

If anyone dares to think about Mikazuki Munechika under such circumstances, wouldn't that be courting death?

"The security is very tight."

At the same time, in the clouds in the sky.