Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

"Young man..." Furutegawa Shinmi sighed and asked, "Then when was the last time you wet the bed?"

The little priest who was on guard was taken aback, and murmured: "Five years old, taking a nap in the kindergarten..."

"Oh." Furutegawa Shinmi looked at the dumbfounded Walnut on the other side.

Hu Tao was alert for a moment, jumped a few steps back, and warned: "If you dare to ask me that, I will tell Sanriyue that you like sexual harassment!"

Guate Chuan Shenjian thought for a while: "Will you marry me in the future?"

Bai Chuan Hutao was stunned for a moment, felt it carefully, and seemed to find nothing wrong, and asked uncertainly, "Are you serious?"

"Just kidding, this question should at least wait until the agreement is fulfilled."

"But by then, I'm going to lose all my teeth!" Hu Tao winked, "It's okay to be a lover for a lifetime!"

"Well, I don't really want to take off my pants and fart."

When the two of them were talking, the little priest came back to his senses, he shook his head, extremely vigilant: "What did he do to me?"

"Just asking if you ever wet the bed."

"...I answered?"

"The answer is very honest, how old is it, where is it?"

The little priest's face turned livid, and he looked at him and said word by word: "I want to learn too!"

"Then come on, apply for the psychology major in the future!"

"mean!"

"Stingy? I'm so talented, and others can't imitate it."

"Ha ha."

Kamito Kawasami entered the first grade office, and handed over a large pile of rags to Mr. Fujiwara for safekeeping, saying that he would dispose of them after school in the afternoon.

In addition, he also gave Mr. Fujiwara the investigation records recorded by the little priest.

Mr. Fujiwara looked at it, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, he adjusted his glasses, and looked up at Furutekawa Shinmi.

"Any questions?"

Teacher Fujiwara read: "How many boys are there in your class? About ten or eight? Or a dozen? It doesn't matter, they are all irrelevant roles anyway, as long as I am alone in my heart..."

Furutegawa's face was stiff when he met him, and he turned to look at the little priest outside, brat... High score and low ability?

Mr. Fujiwara pondered: "This Nitta Tatsuya is a boy, right? You..."

"I said this when I was joking with Walnut, not Nitta Tatsuya." He took out a signature pen, crossed out the two paragraphs on the notebook, and said in a stiff voice: "The spirit is a student in the third class of the third grade. In his hand, it must be Fu Sangshen... Teacher, we are going to school, please help us find the home address of the Tamura family."

"Go ahead, everything will be fine."

He walked out of the office a little faster, gathered with the two siblings who were waiting outside, and walked out of the school together.

On the way, Hu Tao asked in a low voice: "Furutogawa, have you met my father? When he came home last night, he was so angry that he said that unless he died, don't think about dating such nonsense. "

Furute Chuan Shenjian talked about the encounter with her handsome father yesterday, and finally said sincerely: "Your father is so handsome, if he didn't bring a baseball bat, I really want to invite him to drink a cup of tea."

Hu Tao and the little priest were speechless for a long time.

The three of them left the school just like that, and went straight to a hospital. While the nurse at the front desk was busy watching him and the little priest, they asked about Murata.

It's a pity that they came a step late. Murata was discharged from the hospital early this morning. He was not seriously injured. The reason why he was admitted to the hospital was that his behavior was too weird. The school worried that he might be stimulated and had mental problems.

So they left the hospital and rushed to the address sent by Mr. Fujiwara.

"If you don't take money, you'll always be a bit bored to work." On the way, Kotekawa Shinmi said this, which was highly recognized by the Shirakawa siblings.

"After we go back, please ask the teacher to suggest to the student union to increase our activity budget!"

More than 20 minutes later, the three arrived near Murata's house. Before they went door-to-door to check the house number, they saw a boy wearing a pair of women's briefs walking upside down in the middle of the street doing acrobatics.

"Bah! Hantai!" Hu Tao turned his head, wanting to throw a dart.

Kotegawa Shinmi took out his phone, looked at Murata's photo, checked it with the boy in the distance several times, and said to the little priest, "That's right, it's him...it looks a bit bewildered, what kind of spirit is this?" thing?"

"The spiritual thing must be on him, and you can definitely find it by searching him!" The little priest said with certainty. After all, he is also a "quasi-formal priest". firm.

Furuta Kawasami hummed, and asked Walnut to keep an eye on the car for the time being. He and the little priest walked towards him, but before reaching Murata's side, a piece of A3-sized, yellowed paper suddenly slipped from Murata's chest. He flew out and fled to the distance in a hurry.

Murata's arms went limp, and his head fell to the ground, but his legs hit his chin. He howled miserably, blood dripped from his mouth, and he didn't know whether he bit his tongue or knocked his mouth open. .

"Call him an ambulance." Furutegawa Kamimi strode forward, chasing after the flying paper.

The little priest's arm was not good, he couldn't exercise vigorously, and he didn't try to be brave. He looked at the ground coldly, took out his mobile phone and called 120.

One minute later, Furutegawa Shinmi came back, holding a roll of paper that was trembling in his hand.

He glanced at Murata who was covering his mouth on the ground, rolling back and forth in pain, pondered for a moment and said, "Go back, we don't have anything to do later."

In fact, every school strictly prohibits ordinary students from contacting real supernatural events. They can like and understand, but they can't go deep into it. This definition seems a bit ambiguous, but there is no way, this whole country is an ambiguous country.

So whether the school will punish Tamura in the future, that is the school's own business, and their job is to recycle and deal with Fu Sangshen.

"Why don't you ask him where he got Fusangshen?"

"Isn't it enough to just ask it?" Furude Chuan Shenjian waved the paper in his hand, then his mind suddenly moved, and he looked at him: "Ask Yuzi, do you eat this kind of stuff?"

The little priest was taken aback for a moment, then hesitated and said, "If it doesn't resist, maybe I can let Yuzi try..."

"This is simple... Let's go back first and make a decision after we figure it out."

The two walked away, joined the walnut in the distance, and returned to the school together.

Murata on the ground has been trying to keep his eyes open, but he can't see the faces of the three clearly. He just faintly saw the armband with the word "Ling".

Chapter 62 Drawing Ghost Feet

After returning to the Exorcism Club, the three of them sat around the table with Mr. Fujiwara. On the table was spread out the big yellowed paper with rows of vertical lines drawn on it, and each row of vertical lines had a name on it. .

Kotekawa looked back and forth and asked, "What is this?"

"It looks a bit like the ghost foot map game played by children." Hu Tao pointed to a line and drew it down: "There will be an adventure at the end of the line, and the owner of the name is something that must be obeyed."

Bai Chuanwang nodded and said: "Compared with Nitta Tatsuya's answer, it is indeed very similar."

"Oh, eating raw chicken, drinking water upside down, peeing upside down, and wearing women's underwear upside down..." Furutekawa looked down at the names with different characters on the top row, and said thoughtfully: "This is my own name." Is it written on it?"

"Well..." Hu Tao poked the paper, wondering: "So it can decide what risk everyone takes?"

"Otherwise, would a normal person come up with such a thing as a handstand?"

"Who knows, this is not certain."

Mr. Fujiwara, who was silent all the time, looked at it and said, "Where did Murata get this?"

"I bought it from a fellow fan forum, and it cost about [-] yen... That kid is quite rich." Furutegawa Shinmi replied, he had asked these things clearly on the way back just now.

"The fandom forum of the ghost club? Buying and selling Fusangshen privately?" Mr. Fujiwara frowned: "Let's leave this matter to the special department."

Furutegawa Shinmi pointed to the paper and said, "It almost tortured the last person who owned it to the point of collapse before it flowed into Murata's hands. It seems to be cursed paper."

Teacher Fujiwara's old face was full of seriousness, and he moved back a little distance, worried: "Is it better to invite someone from the special department to come and collect it immediately?"

"It's okay, don't worry, it's still useful."

Furutekawa smiled at the meeting: "Don't worry, let us handle it, there will be no problem."

"How do you plan to deal with it?"

"Feeding its spirit to Shikigami kills two birds with one stone."

Mr. Fujiwara had nothing to say when the class bell rang in the distance. He took a look, got up and took the textbook and said, "Hurry up and go back to class."

After he left, Walnut closed the door, drew the thick curtains, and the room became dark immediately.

Bai Chuanwang turned around, turned his back to them and picked in his arms, a stream of light flew out, circled around him, and turned into Yuzi who was rubbing his eyes: "Is it dark already?"

"Not yet, I'm sorry for interrupting my sleep, but there is something else." The little priest's voice was obviously much softer.

Furutegawa Shinmi sat beside him, watching silently.

Hu Tao, who usually ignores Yuzi, also did not speak, and watched silently.

"It's delicious!" The little priest stretched out his index finger, first setting the tone of the conversation.

The eyes of Yuzi, who was still confused, suddenly lit up with stars: "Okay, delicious? What? The hamburger meat made by Yinqi Wan? But Yuzi hopes that it should not be too big, otherwise it will not be able to eat it."

The two melon eaters on the side glanced at each other, their eyes were weird, and they both wanted to curse.

This brat is usually so poor that he is willing to take Yin Qi pills and make hamburgers for Yuzi to eat?How many do you need?What a waste!

Hu Tao's face is also very ugly, she is also very poor now, part of the reason is that she borrowed a lot of money to go out... How much did she spend on the motorcycle?Most of the heads are on things like Yinqi pills... But this brat!Sure enough, I still need to clean up!

Perhaps sensing something wrong with the atmosphere, the little priest said sullenly, "That's just a hamburger mixed with minced meat, and only one Yinqi pill was used."

Hu Tao was even more angry: "Even if I only use one, at least about 10% of it will be wasted! After you go back, reflect on me!"

"Forget it, I didn't know anything before, but I should pay attention in the future." Kamito Furutokawa patted her on the back to help her feel better.

Only then did Yuzi discover them, and she was so frightened that she almost shrank back into the box again.

The little priest walked to the table, picked up the Fusangshen who didn't know it had been dealt with by Gutegawa, and handed it to her: "Eat it? It can become stronger."

Yuzi poked her head out from behind him, sniffed it with her small nose, and said bitterly, "It stinks a bit."

"Probably because the paper is a bit moldy, just eat its spirit."

Yuzi hesitated, struggled, and finally said weakly: "Do you really want Yuzi to eat?"

"Be stronger, Yuzi." The little priest said softly.

Walnut wanted to say something, but was held back by Furutegawa.

It's not a day or two for Yuzi to be timid, just take it step by step... Even if a shikigami who is timid but has some strength comes out, it will be stronger than now.

Yuzi reluctantly nodded, grabbed the paper with both hands, took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed suddenly, and said to the two people on the other side in a voice that was louder than a mosquito: "I, I'm starting."

She turned her back and grabbed wisps of illusory spiritual power from the paper, as if eating ramen, puffed her cheeks and blew a few breaths before sucking it into her mouth.

Seeing this operation, Furutekawa Shinmi and Shirakawa Kurumi were taken aback for a while.

This spiritual power is still hot?