The Handmade Blogger's Guide to Salvation

Is this how it feels to be worshiped as a god?

Yato looked at the two young men staring at him with stars in their eyes, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Forget it, let’s be honest.

"Actually, I am different from ordinary gods... Do you understand Futsu God?" Yato gestured, trying to explain to Natsume Takashi and Nakajima Atsushi.

Then the two of them shook their heads in unison.

"The God of Misfortune is a very special kind... It can be said that it is the opposite of the God of Fortune. In short, it is a relatively rare kind. Most people... don't believe in God of Misfortune."

Once, his disciples were aggressive, ignorant, idle thugs and gamblers who would beg him to join the fight and take the lives of their opponents with the artifacts in their hands.

But now... he doesn't want to do that anymore.

Yato doesn't want followers?He wanted it, he dreamed of it.

But he can't cheat these people who don't know anything.

Natsume Takashi and Nakajima Atsushi looked at each other, both a little dazed, and then turned to ask Yato, "My lord, what do you mean...you can't make wishes in your business scope, right?"

Yato hesitated for a moment, "Depending on the situation, if you can do it, you can still make a wish."

"So, my lord, can you exorcise demons and cure diseases?"

"I can't cure diseases, but exorcise demons... I came here to exorcise demons, because there are frequent earth spiders around here."

After finishing speaking, Yato paused, and then asked cautiously: "Do you have any questions?"

"That is to say, except you can't cure diseases and make wishes, you can basically do other things that gods can do, right?"

Nakajima Atsushi and Natsume Takashi glanced at each other, and then bowed to Yato together: "Please make us your believers!"

Huh?What's going on... Yato feels that he has made it clear, but why are they still willing to worship a god of misfortune?

"You are the only god we have ever seen, and we have never seen other gods. What if it doesn't exist." Natsume Takashi pushed his glasses, and Nakajima Atsushi nodded in agreement: "Besides There are so many believers in other gods, it is impossible to take care of each believer... You are different."

This is the same as eating doujin cp food. If you enter the popular circle, you have to take the initiative to expand your wife, but if you enter the unpopular circle...the wife will take the initiative to expand you.

In short, cost-effective!

After hearing this conclusion, Yato was choked for a long time and couldn't speak, what's going on?Are modern young people so materialistic even in superstition?

I always feel that I will be squeezed out by these two "believers".

"Let me declare first, you can make a wish, but you can't let me do some strange things."

Yato sighed, took out two business cards from his trouser pocket, and handed them to Takashi Natsume and Atsushi Nakajima respectively.

"In the future, if you have anything to do, you can call me with your business card, do you understand?"

Natsume Takashi and Nakajima Atsushi nodded, then stared at the business card in their hands in a daze.

Yato, business scope: making wishes, exorcising demons, delivering vats of water, repairing gas pipes, unlocking locks, professionally connecting sewers...

Is that how the gods used it?

At this time, Atsushi Nakajima suddenly remembered something. He tugged Natsume Takashi's sleeve, "By the way, didn't the winter camp require us to get customs clearance items? Quickly ask!"

Natsume Takashi nodded quickly, and then unfolded the map, which also wrote the requirements:

"After seeing the god, the participants should ask for customs clearance items..."

Natsume Takashi took the map given by the winter camp teacher, read it carefully, and stretched out his hand to Yato:

"Master God, look, can you give us this customs clearance item?"

To be honest, Takashi Natsume and Atsushi Nakajima still think that the winter camp asked them to find a real god, but they don’t know that the ordinary NPCs originally assigned to them by the winter camp are waiting at the shrine a few miles away. Fell asleep.

Yato scratched his head, a little annoyed.

How can he have any customs clearance items?How to make it like an online game, treat him as an NPC?Is this style of modern young people engaging in superstition?

"I don't have any clearance items, but I know someone might have one." Yato stood up, threw the bucket of instant noodles into the trash can, and then got up to lead the way:

"follow me."

The size of this old shrine is not small. If it weren't for the obvious traces of spiritual power left by the previous god, Yato would even have the idea of ​​taking over... It's a pity.

Walking to another hall, he knocked on the door, and a moment later, an indifferent male voice with no emotional ups and downs sounded.

"Please come in."

Yato opened the door, revealing the man in the kimono sitting inside... The kimono is not right, how should I put it, this dress is a bit too fancy, Atsushi Nakajima remembers seeing a comic book donated to an orphanage when he was a child, it seems It is the attire of a drug seller in the old days.

But in Natsume Takashi's glasses, this gentleman dressed as a drug seller is not just "fancy".

He saw a golden giant glowing with colorful glass colors, with mysterious lines painted on his body, and his every move seemed to be connected with the heaven and the earth...

Takashi Natsume took off his glasses indifferently, and then put them on Atsushi Nakajima's face. The next second, Atsushi Nakajima, who was also shocked by this scene, felt kneeling and almost fell to the ground with his ass.

...Wait, why is this passage so familiar, it seems that there was exactly the same plot in the last chapter.

But to be honest, the special effects of the man dressed as a drug seller in front of him look a little more sloppy.

"What are you doing standing?" He looked at the two people standing there in a daze at the door, "Come and sit."

Yato, who was next to him, kept laughing, "Look, how about my two new believers? But maybe they are too young, and they haven't experienced the era of drug sellers walking all over the street."

Drug dealer... what is that?

The 15-year-old Natsume Takashi was a little at a loss, but he knew that there was a pharmacy near his home, and the clerks in the pharmacy were all strong men with a height of two meters...including the proprietress.

"Just call me a drug seller...a profession...that's just lost in history."

"Hello, I'm very glad to meet you...Mr. Yakuro." Takashi Natsume and Atsushi Nakajima said sincerely.

This person is better than a god. The entry standard for the profession of medicine seller is so high, so he must not be submerged in history.

"He also came to this shrine recently to settle down, so we just partnered up together."

Yeto leaned over to the medicine seller very familiarly, and put his arms around him casually, but the medicine seller didn't seem to feel it, and remained motionless.

"Although this guy didn't say anything, I think he should be some kind of unpopular little god. He might have what you're looking for... Also, don't meet the new god, just abandon me, understand?"

Unpopular... little god?

Atsushi Nakajima had a subtle expression on his face. He secretly waved at Yato, put on his glasses, and motioned for him to use them to see the drug dealer.

In the next second, Yato, who was shocked by the colorful glazed light and golden giant scene in front of him, felt kneeling, and almost fell to the ground with his knees limp.

What is this guy from? ! !When he thinks of himself hooking up with such a big boss, and always bothering him to cook instant noodles for him, Yato feels mixed emotions in his heart.

Is this... is this the realm of the boss? !

On the other side, the drug seller who became a "big boss" in people's minds looked him up and down after listening to Natsume Takashi's request, and then shook his head.

"I don't have anything for you...but if it's medicine, I can give you one."

The drug seller's eyes skipped Natsume Takashi, and fell on Nakajima Atsushi who was whispering to Yato.

Tiger demon...?

I don't know what it means for a tiger demon to follow humans, is it to eat people?

Thinking of this, the medicine seller made up his mind. He opened the medicine box, pulled open layers of small drawers and started dispensing medicine.

His technique is very skillful, it seems that after thousands of years of training, it is so smooth that Natsume Takashi suddenly remembered... Yu Shenshema is also smooth when making things.

Whether they are dispensing medicine or making handcrafts, they seem to be enjoying the process of making rather than finished products.

The drug seller took out the kraft paper, put the medicine powder in the middle of the kraft paper, wrapped it carefully, and handed it to Natsume Takashi.

"If the journey is smooth, just use it for business."

If the journey is not smooth... The medicine seller gave Atsushi Nakajima a casual look. If the tiger demon becomes restless, then this pack of medicine powder will be the killer weapon to save his life.

Natsume Takashi did not appreciate the good intentions of the drug seller, and took the powder with gratitude.

"Mr. Yaolang, I would like to ask, why do you still do this job in modern times? Because you like it?"

The pharmacist who finished dispensing the medicine slowly cleaned up the medicine residue on the ground, he shook his head slightly.

"I like it... I can't talk about it."

What he was looking for at the beginning was just an inconspicuous job that was convenient for walking in the streets and alleys, and he persisted until now just because... he got used to it.

"Now, is there a similar occupation?"

Natsume Takashi nodded, "Have you ever heard of...an insurance salesperson? There are also similar leaflet delivery personnel. If you don't want to show your true face, you can wear doll clothes."

But the barriers to entry for these occupations are not so dire.

Just as Takashi Natsume was thinking this way, there was a sudden loud noise that even the roof of the entire shrine was shaken, and the dust on the beams and the wall skin fell down without any money.

"boom--!!!"

There was another loud noise that shook the ground, and Natsume Takashi, who had the most ordinary physical fitness, couldn't stop at once, and threw himself on Atsushi Nakajima, and the two of them hugged into a ball and fell to the ground.

"Stand up and hide behind—it should be the soil spider I said is coming."

As a powerful Fujin God, he was originally able to deal with monsters of the level of soil spiders, but not long ago, the artifact he took advantage of had a falling out with him - as a result, he has no weapons at all.

How to fight this?

"Don't make a sound, just hide behind and watch the situation—Atsushi Nakajima? What's wrong with you!"

Natsume Takashi stood up in a bit of embarrassment. He didn't stand firm just now, and the medicine powder in his arms also spilled out, covering him and Atsushi Nakajima...

Then, he saw Atsushi Nakajima slowly lose consciousness, his eyes began to turn red, and then turned into vertical pupils like beasts——

Natsume Takashi turned his head, and asked the drug seller in a panic: "What is the composition of the medicine powder? How did he become like this?"

The drug seller frowned and watched Atsushi Nakajima slowly transform into a white-haired tiger, then sighed silently:

"It's a high concentration of distiller's grains, and a higher concentration of—"

"Catnip."