I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

"I'm so sorry, Dazai-sama!"

Before Dazai got out of the car, the driver in the driver's seat suddenly yelled, making him pause subconsciously.

"You don't need to apologize, Murakami-kun." Dazai stood on the ground, turned his head and gave the driver a helpless smile, "No one thought of such a thing."

"After all, the other party is a mid-level monster who is seriously injured and whose monster power rating is no more than 3, and I told you in advance that a sealing formation was ambushed on the way the monster must pass to escape. In this situation, it can still make it escape , This is something that even the lowest demon extermination master can't do."

This is clearly saying that he is so useless that he is even worse than those novices.

The driver, who had been moved to tears by Dazai's tenderness, froze, and then lowered his head: "...I am very sorry."

Dazai comforted with a cheerful smile: "Don't feel too guilty, Murakami-kun, you have already played a role in this incident. Since I got paid in advance, I will definitely work hard."

At this time, his outfit has been completely new, and even the bandage under his clothes has been replaced with a brand new one. Compared with the miserable appearance when he came out of the villa occupied by demons, combined with his words, these obviously come from the friendship of Murakami sponsor.

Murakami was shot in the heart again, and Dazai's words clearly meant that he could only be used as a cash machine, and he didn't expect him to be of any help.

But before Murakami had time to say anything this time, the black-haired boy over there stepped forward and walked towards the sunken radium bowl-shaped block ahead.

The air is filled with thick black air that ordinary people can't see, and the breath of monsters is like water droplets mixed into sea water, which cannot be traced by ordinary techniques.This is no wonder, after all, there are quite a lot of people living here who cannot live normally in ordinary society, and the evil spirit generated by people's hearts is much higher than other places.

Evil is the best cover for monsters.

And the night is already deep, even humans with strong spiritual power who can see clearly will be affected at this time.

But if you wait until the next day, someone may be killed. After all, for a seriously injured monster, the best way to heal the wound is to supplement a lot of things rich in spiritual power, and the most convenient food is human beings.

For the exorcists assigned to this city, they can only report this powerless situation, and then the capable exorcists will receive tasks from the Exorcist Association, and the rewards will be from the exorcist who submitted the task. deducted from the teacher's salary.Some monster extermination masters who don't want to pay too much or lose face will contact the big bosses they are familiar with privately, and ask the other party to solve it because of their past affection.

This is the situation of Murakami right now, the slightly different thing is that the one he invited to solve the problem is just an unknown boy who has never appeared in any gathering of demon masters.

But judging from Murakami's attitude, he obviously has great confidence in Dazai.

Of course, Murakami has another choice, which is to turn a blind eye and pretend that he has not found this monster, but if this kind of bad behavior is reported by others, he will be permanently deprived of the right to use the technique.

Few exorcists would take such a risk.

Closer to home, Dazai was walking in the dark slum streets, and he caught the familiar pitch-black demonic power mixed with traces of blood with his naked eyes.

In Dazai's eyes, the demon power of Qingnvfang is an extremely clear line, twisting and twisting around the top of the simple shack, one can imagine the image of the monster fleeing here in a panic.

Dazai walked lightly on the narrow street following the black line guiding the way. The hem of his black coat followed him bouncing down the ramp, fluttering up and down in mid-air.

Before he was about to get impatient, the black line turned the last corner and connected directly to a simple house made of wooden boards.

Dazai stopped in front of the wooden house.

It's a little strange. From his point of view, this neighborhood should be in the best position in the entire Radium Bowl-shaped block. Of course, people will be fighting for it. However, along the way, there are almost no traces of new battles.

The way of life in the slums is somewhat close to the law of the jungle. If a site with rich water and grass is not contested by predators from time to time, it can only mean that a very powerful beast that all carnivores dare not offend has announced here. sovereignty.

The above thoughts flashed in Dazai's mind, and the next second he continued to walk towards the wooden house as if nothing had happened.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't take the risk to be worthy of the reward paid by Mr. Murakami, but he just became curious about the owner of this territory.

However, the owner of the wooden house should not be the owner of the territory. After all, Dazai just glanced around and saw that there was an iron house in front of him. In comparison, this wooden house is really simple, probably just the place where the younger brother lives.

Thinking about these meaningless things, Dazai pushed open the door, and saw an unexpected figure.

"Who?!" The orange-haired dwarf Huo De turned his head, his blue eyes were full of rage about being violated and the tension and concern that hadn't subsided in time, shining brightly like diamonds under the sun.

Like the blue sky he saw through the water when he entered the water, the sun was hanging high, cloudless, so clean that it was dazzling, people couldn't help approaching and were afraid of being burned, it was something that a coward like him longed for but could never achieve.

Ah, no need to ask, that kind-hearted man who meddles in other people's business is definitely this little guy.

This is really, a wonderful fate.

"Hey, I'm asking you something, why are you laughing! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Dazai came back to his senses, subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth when he heard the words, and found himself smiling at some point.Taking advantage of this expression, he said in a light tone as if he was watching a scene: "You'd better let go of that child, he is possessed by a monster."

"Huh?" As expected, the little dwarf looked at him like a magic stick, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

If it is said that in this city, supernatural beings are as rare as urban legends, then monsters are purely a plaything for children, and no one will believe in this invisible creature after a few years of age.

It also belongs to the part of the people who do not believe.

And since he was a child, there has never been any noteworthy strange things happening around him, and the strange stories in other people's mouths are all unimaginable absurdities in his opinion.

Feeling anxious because of his companion's accident, Zhong didn't have the patience to listen to this inexplicable kid's nonsense, and the other party's tone made him feel very unhappy for some reason.

So he glared at Dazai fiercely and said, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you to the ground, get out!"

"Don't look at me like this, I'm actually a very powerful onmyoji." Dazai boasted without humility, and at the same time raised his hand to point the child on the bed he pressed, "Look, it's afraid of me .”

Chuya turned his head subconsciously, saw the child looking at Dazai with hatred and fear in his eyes, and then thought of the strange behavior of the child with his hands stretched into claws before Dazai came in, and he immediately fell silent after Dazai came in , I couldn't help but believe it a little bit.

But he still looked suspiciously at Dazai: "Are you really an Onmyoji? The kind that jumps around wearing a mask and holding a bell?"

"You're talking about the Kagura Dance of Shinto, but I'm an Onmyouji," Dazai said with a smile, "although I can dance, that's all."

I don't know if it's my own illusion, I always feel that the look in the eyes seems to say "I'm so stupid, I can't tell the difference", which makes people angry.

"You guys laugh so annoyingly." Zhong also frowned.

"To each other," Dazai said slowly, and then stopped Chuya with one sentence before Chuya could speak, "Are you sure you want to continue arguing with me? That kid is about to die."

Zhong also hurriedly looked at the child's face.

Dazai over there is still sarcastic: "Well, it doesn't matter to me, as long as you can catch the monster, it doesn't matter if he dies, but you care about it? Otherwise, you wouldn't be by his side when everyone gave up on him... "

This kind of thing can be seen at a glance. The surrounding area is the territory of the dwarfs. It doesn't look like no one lives in the house, but let the leader take care of the wounded himself.

And the little dwarf can send him, a stranger, to the underground doctor, and he can get paid for it. There is no reason to be so stingy with his subordinates, so he must have been given up.

If you think about it a little more, maybe the double consultation fee that the little man gave to the doctor during the day is all his private money, and the organization's finances are controlled by other people, so that it is impossible to save his subordinates now.

It's really pathetic for the leader to do this.

"Save him." Nakaya suddenly raised his head to look at Dazai, and repeated firmly, "Save him, no matter what price you want me to pay."

"..." Although the goal was achieved, Dazai found himself not happy at all.