Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

She doesn't really want to admit this, but now she can't say Guatechuan is too weak. She is a teacher now, so she needs to give an accurate position.

After she finished speaking, she didn't care how many people in the room believed or didn't believe, she directly said to Guatechuan: "Show off your aura! Let everyone feel how the body will react when facing a 'monster'."

After finishing speaking, she emphasized: "The stronger the better! Leave a deep impression on everyone!"

Guatechuan, who was thinking about the strength of the wraith, was startled, and asked, "The stronger the better? Are you sure?"

Yiyi Jing frowned, and was about to respond, but Mr. Fujiwara in the audience suddenly said, "No, Wraith Spirit's level is fine." He glanced at Yi Yijing, and said slowly, "Wraith Spirit is deadly enough."

Guatechuan nodded slightly, looked around, with a fighting spirit in his heart, and with a trace of "power", he suddenly scattered around.

The people in the room who were staring at the podium in amazement were suffocating, their hearts seemed to stop beating uncontrollably, fear and despair emerged for no reason, drowning them, as if they had really seen a terrible ogre... …

A few seconds later, Furutegawa withdrew his momentum and looked at Yi Yijing.

Yi Jing's face was also a little pale, and her legs were a little weak. At that moment just now, her scalp exploded directly, and she almost couldn't hold back to draw her gun.

The frightening feeling disappeared, her heartbeat and breathing gradually stabilized, and then she nodded calmly: "Thank you, let's go back!"

Damn it, does Wraith really have such a strong momentum?

Furute Chuan Shen hummed, and returned to his seat, ignoring the frightened and even terrified gazes.

He glanced in the direction of Class [-], and Qing Kong was also looking at him with a slightly strange gaze.

She was holding an ugly and scary little wooden carving. Just now, for a moment, she had the illusion that the little wooden carving in her hand seemed to come to life.

Sorata Honjo, who was sitting next to Qingkong, was also staring at Gutechuan in a daze, and he muttered to himself: "So Gutegawa is so scary? How can you make people pee their pants with such arrogance?"

As soon as these words came out, Qingkong and Youjia who were sitting next to him were stunned, subconsciously moved away, and looked at him in surprise.

Sorata looked embarrassed in this game: "I'm just making an analogy, I didn't pee my pants."

After finishing speaking, he said with envy again: "But it's really amazing! If you meet a bad person, just do it like this... Ah! This is so cool! I'll ask Furatekawa later, if he can teach you Teach me how to put this... um, momentum?"

As soon as the words fell, a girl sitting in the row in front of him suddenly turned her head and said seriously: "Give up, this is impossible to learn!"

Sorata was startled, and subconsciously looked forward. When he found out that she was a girl with a huge R and a particularly good-looking girl, his face turned red again, and he felt a little embarrassed. With a little resistance, I mustered up the courage: "I'm not stupid! I can learn it!"

The girl shook her head: "That's not something that can be learned just by studying! Momentum is the external manifestation of a person's spirit. It not only requires a strong physique, profound strength, but also a 'heart'. People who practice martial arts may not be able to understand their own 'heart'."

She said seriously: "For example, even a teacher can't show off his momentum."

Sorata was dumbfounded again in this field, and he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Is momentum so difficult?He looked at the girl, still a little unconvinced: "How do you know so much?"

"Because I have practiced martial arts since childhood." The girl replied seriously.

Youjia looked her up and down, and said hesitantly, "Classmate, may I ask who you are?"

The girl lowered her head slightly: "Hi, my name is Yachiyo Shizuya, it's the first time we meet, please take care of me."

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After the safety lecture, everyone still had more or less fear in their eyes.

Although we all know how dangerous monsters are, we still don't have a very specific concept in our hearts. After all, not everyone can stand up and share their thoughts safely after encountering monsters.

Just like just now, although watching the case of the special department is scary, after all, the effect is not as good as experiencing it through the screen.

Furutegawa and Haruka Kotoriyu left the classroom together.

The people in front squeezed silently to both sides, even walking a little more unnaturally.

He pondered for a while, [Nightmare] opened invisible, and after a few breaths, everyone only remembered that it was a static that released its momentum just now.

The inexplicable commotion subsided, and the eyes looking around him were no longer full of fear.

When he returned to class, after a math class, he simply packed his schoolbag, bid farewell to the three girls, and went to the activity room of the Exorcism Club by himself. Cleaned up again.

Mr. Fujiwara hopes to expand the enrollment of the Exorcism Club, but it is entirely up to him, and he is not in a hurry to recruit people right away.

After sweeping the dust, he locked the door and left, carrying his schoolbag to the Shirakawa Shrine.

Bai Chuanwang stood at the intersection and waited for him. When he came to him, he turned around and led the way, and said as he walked, "Tomoko Hattori has been here."

Furukawa nodded.

After all, he was a master. It was not an accident to come to see Hu Tao, but he didn't expect to come after such a long time.

He thought about it, and half-jokingly: "Shouldn't you come here to arrange work for Walnut?"

The little priest didn't answer.

Seeing his reaction, Gu Techuan subconsciously said, "Isn't it?"

"She took the medical certificate issued by the doctor and told Hu Tao that she could recover as long as she rested for another three months. She didn't have to worry about leaving hidden wounds, and it wouldn't affect her future tasks... Sometimes I feel that Hu Tao is not her disciple at all. , just one of her tools."

Furutegawa snorted: "I'll talk to her, first ask her what she thinks."

If he hadn't thought that Tomoko Hattori was the master of Walnut, he would have visited in the morning.

The little priest nodded, pulled out a schoolbag from the green plant, took out a wrapped gift box from it, stuffed it into his arms, and whispered, "My mother is at home."

Furutegawa looked down, it should be a box of yokan.

He weighed the weight and pointed to the bag he was carrying: "I brought it."

His purpose is not pure, so it is not easy to come empty-handed.

"What did you bring?" The little priest picked up the schoolbag suspiciously, and pulled out a big and round cantaloupe from inside.

He put it in his hand to test the amount, silently took back his yokan, turned around and said, "Go in by yourself, I will return it."

"Let's keep the walnuts for snacks." Gu Techuan stopped him, and stuffed the yokan into his schoolbag casually.

The little priest moved his lips and walked home silently.

When he reached the gate of the shrine, Furutegawa paused before stepping over the vermilion torii gate.

There was an inexplicable stare cast in the void, Furutegawa Kamimi raised his eyes, his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, and he was looking at the "spirit" in the main hall.

In his field of vision, an old man with a white beard glowing all over his body and holding a wine gourd sat cross-legged in the center of the main hall, drinking one sip after another.

He only glanced at it, then looked away, and followed Shirakawa to the back of the shrine.

Today is a working day, but there is still an endless stream of people who come to the shrine to pray for blessings, but most of them are tourists and housewives with children.

Baichuan Shrine has enshrined a land god for generations, sheltering one side, and praying for blessings is also very effective.

So the Bai Chuan family is actually not short of money, only Bai Chuanwang is short of money now, after he inherits the shrine in the future, he will not be so poor.

Furutegawa kept a low profile and didn't intend to talk to the white-bearded old man he saw. It was already a bit of a struggle to "see" him, and he still had a long way to go.

Bypassing the hall of worship, he followed Bai Chuan into a house with a wooden sign saying "Tourists are not allowed".

The two of them changed their shoes in the entrance, then walked along the wooden corridor, and walked directly to the walnut door.

The little priest knocked on the door: "Furutegawa is here!"

"The door is unlocked, come in!" A light and pleasant voice came from the room.

Furutegawa looked to both sides, pointing to the cantaloupe in his arms: "Where's Aunt Zhuzhi?"

"She is entertaining tourists in front, and she should come over later, so don't do anything out of the ordinary." The little priest pointed to the other side with a warning in his eyes: "My room is over there, you can go to me if you need anything."

After saying that, he left.

Gu Techuan looked away, pushed open the door in front of him and walked in.

The smell of disinfectant came over his face. He looked around and saw a very simple room with a large wardrobe, desk, knife rack, laptop, bedside table, and a big bed.

In the whole house, only the dressing table can prove that this is a girl's room.

The air conditioner was on in the room, it was not hot but not cold either, it looked like 24 to [-] degrees.

Hu Tao was half lying on the bed, covered with a blanket, looking at him with a smile: "Are you a little disappointed?"

Her face was still a little pale, and the gauze was still stuck on her right cheek.

"Fortunately, that's how I lived too." Gu Techuan walked over, put down his schoolbag, picked up a fruit knife, and asked while peeling the cantaloupe, "How are you doing today?"

"It's the same as before, the wound is a little itchy, I want to scratch it but I can't." Hu Tao lazily dropped the phone in his hand.

Furutegawa peeled a piece of cantaloupe pulp, cut it into small pieces, and fed it to her with a toothpick.

During the time when Walnut was in the hospital, he often fed him, and she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She opened a small mouth, chewed, and swallowed happily.

Cool and sweet, I feel much better after eating it.

Furatekawa fed her a small bowl, then took out a handkerchief to help her wipe the corners of her mouth.

But Hu Tao shook his head, stretched out his small tongue to lick his mouth, and hooked his fingers at him with a smirk.

Guatechuan was slightly startled, put down the bowl, and leaned over to share the sweetness together.

Hu Tao's eyes suddenly became watery, her face was full of peach blossoms, and she was charming and charming. Her breathing was a little short, with a bitter look: "No, my stomach hurts."

She also had injuries to her ribs.

"The injuries on the bones are the most troublesome. Let's take care of them slowly. There is no good way right now."

Guatechuan replied slightly calmly.

Hu Tao covered her hot cheeks, looked up at the ceiling, and murmured, "If I recover at this speed, at least I will stay at home for a whole semester... I will definitely be bored to death."

There are many fractures on her body, and she is basically a disabled person now, and it is quite remarkable that she can go to the toilet by herself now.

Guatechuan thought for a while, and asked: "If ordinary medical methods can't speed up the healing process, then if the gods come to treat you, will you be able to recover quickly?"

"How can Lord God care about such trivial things?" Hu Tao rolled her eyes: "Besides, even if I really care, it's not my turn to enjoy it."

"Isn't your home a shrine?"

Hu Tao shook her head: "I'm not a witch, Lord God doesn't care."

Miko is someone who wants to serve God for life, body, mind, soul... everything will belong to God.

Gu Techuan looked at her, and said slowly: "Then wait for me to bring the elixir."

What god?Do not care!

Hu Tao raised the corner of his mouth, patted him, and said briskly, "Come on!"

Furutegawa collected himself, put the yokan in his schoolbag aside, took out his notes, placed them on the small table in front of her, and asked, "I heard that your master has been here."