Miss Field [Comprehensive]

Because the Shaman King competition will be held this year, Chinami has learned about this competition very early.

In addition to knowing that those who win can gain great spirits and become gods in disguise, they also learned about the Pachi tribe who held this competition.

The Patches are a very ancient people who have been responsible for guarding the great spirit until the winner of the Shaman King contest once every 500 years.

Whenever a comet appears, it indicates that the Shaman King Contest is about to begin. At this time, the ten priests of the Pachi tribe will leave the clan land where they have lived for generations and go to various parts of the world to select contestants.

Not every psychic is eligible to participate.

For example, if you don't have a spirit, you can't do it, and if you don't have enough spiritual power, you need to have a certain strength. For example, if you want to defeat the priest in front of you now...

So say it!

There are so many psychics around the world, why are only ten of you doing the test!

This question has troubled Chinami for a long time when she learned about the qualifier mechanism of the Shaman King Contest.

Although spiritual power users account for a very small proportion of ordinary people, there may not be one out of thousands.

but!

After all, the base of ordinary people is placed here!

There are so many people in the world, so many spiritual power users, can you really be busy with just ten of you? !

As Chinami expected, the shortcoming of insufficient manpower was exposed in front of her——if the priest or the Pachi tribe had investigated and filed the spiritual power users in advance, they should be able to know that she would not participate in this competition, so there was no need to It's a waste of time to go this way...

Here Qian Nai disliked the mechanism of the Pachi Tribe Qualifiers, and the Pachi Tribe priest over there finally came to his senses.

He raised his defensive hand and hung it in mid-air, but neither did he put it down, nor did he continue to hold it.

For him, this was really a bad start.

When I came to this country, the first spiritual power user I found didn't want to participate in the competition!

No, think, participate, compete!

Do you dare to believe it? !

Who would give up the chance to become a god?

Anyway, Feng asked himself, he himself would not.

If it wasn't for 500 years ago, the Paqi tribe internally stipulated that the priest himself could not participate in the competition, maybe he would have asked the elders to sign up...

Far away.

In short, there is no way to deal with this situation in the contingency plan of the Pachi priests, and Feng can only act on his own.

Judging by the opponent's appearance, he has no intention of attacking for the time being.

Feng put down his hands: "Hey, it's very difficult for us to deal with you."

Qian Naimei: "...Then if you insist on me participating, it will be very difficult for me."

Feng: "No, no, there are two other things to say if you can participate. Or... you can attack me first and try?"

Qian Naimei: "I don't even intend to participate, so why attack you."

"Because," Feng Zhengse said, "this is the guidance of a great spirit!"

Chinami: "..."

Feng: "Anyway, just attack me casually and go through the process!"

Chinami felt that she had overheard the voice.

Just attack and go through the process?

It's also okay.

It seems that the Pachi tribe is not as rigid as she imagined...

With such thoughts in mind, Chinami never planned to do it herself.

With a casual move, he pointed and returned to the defensive posture Priest Pachi: "Go."

The shikigami who had been silently following behind rushed out like a wild dog running free.

Chinami:? ? ?

Chinami: "Wait!"

It's too late.

The priest who had finally put on his horse gait flew backwards.

His body was full of green light, and the hair that turned into branches continued to climb around. Finally, after pulling down a landscape tree, he finally stopped the priest's tendency to fly backwards, allowing him to sit on the ground.

Realizing that Shikigami still wanted to attack, Chinami hurriedly ordered him to stop with a contract.

"Boom--"

In the silent night, a big tree fell, and the roots that were lifted from the ground were still stained with fresh soil.

Chinami: "..."

Priest wind: "..."

Chinami: "I'm sorry."

Priest wind: "..."

Chinami had a headache.

She didn't expect that the always reliable shikigami would suddenly lose the chain at this time.

Could it be the fault of the spiritual power she rewarded him just now?

Or is it that it is very excited, and when it hears that it is going to attack, it wants to show it in front of Chinami?Similar to a dog running out to grab a Frisbee...

Either way, the final result violates the "casual" attack that was said at the beginning.

Qian Naimei thought to herself that it's a good thing she didn't do it herself, otherwise the priest would not just fly out.

Priest Feng was dazed for a while before getting up from the ground.

He didn't care to pat off the ash on his body, and pressed a few times with his left hand on the Yushen tablet on his right wrist.

"drop--"

The Yushen card lit up.

Chinami noticed that the expression of the Pachi priest suddenly became very serious.

He looked up at her, and then at the imperial card in his hand.

After a while, he put down his hands and walked towards this side.

Seeing that he was done, Chinami quickly explained: "I'm sorry, my shikigami is a little brain-dead, and I let it attack it seriously."

"It's ok."

"Are you OK?"

"it's okay no problem."

The priest was so easy-going, and Qian Naimei breathed a sigh of relief: "Then it will end like this..."

The last word was not uttered, because the priest untied the god card on his wrist and threw it into Qian Naimei's arms.

Chinami: "...What do you mean?"

The priest said seriously: "Congratulations! You have passed the test and qualified for the competition!"

Chinami:? ? ? ? ? ?

Qian Naimei: "This is different from what you said!"

The priest turned his eyes: "Just now I received instructions from the Great Spirit. The Great Spirit told me that anyone with sufficient strength should participate."

fart!

Chinami swears in her heart.

She didn't believe his nonsense!

She is a person with spiritual power, if the great spirit really issued instructions just now, she would not be able to ignore it!

There must be some reason for this priest to suddenly change his tune.

By the way, he just watched the Royal God Card...

Chinami looked down at the sign in her arms.

The priest thought she had figured it out, and hurriedly said: "In the future, all kinds of competition rules and methods will be informed to the contestants through the god card. At the same time, point the god card at other contestants, and they can roughly detect when they use spiritual power. Their spiritual power value. If you want to measure your own spiritual power value, you can also obtain more accurate data through the Yushen card."

spiritual value...

Is it because of this?

But even if she has high spiritual power, so what?

For a person who doesn't want to participate, whether their spiritual power is high or low has nothing to do with their organizers, right?

Qian Nai raised her head and frowned at Priest Pachi.

When the other party saw her looking over, he turned his eyes away in a panic.

It’s tricky!

Qian Naimei narrowed her eyes, and threw the Yushen card back.

Seeing how the other party caught it in a hurry, she said lightly: "You speak very well, but I'm still not interested."

Feng choked and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Having said all this, he didn't know what else to say.

Seeing that Qian Naimei was about to leave, she subconsciously took a step forward to block her way.

Chinami: "...Get out of the way."

The wind shook his head.

Chinami frowned again, this time with a fierce look in her eyes.

The wind began to beat drums in his heart.But he still stood still, pleading hard: "Participate, it's very interesting. Don't you really want to get the great spirit and become the Shaman King?"

The more he behaved like this, the more suspicious Chinami became, and she was almost certain that the Pachi clan had some kind of conspiracy.

Just when Chienami was about to make a move, something fell from above.

The rolled up airflow formed a whirlwind around the two of them, blowing Chinami's sleeves full of wind, and her hair flying in all directions.

She brushed aside the messy hair that blocked her eyes, looked up, and saw a piece of red falling from the sky, covering the stars and closing the moon.

When Qian Naimei didn't realize it, her eyes lit up.

In contrast, Priest Pachi's face turned pale and stiff.

Fortunately, Ma Cang jumped out of Huo Ling's palm when he was still one meter away from the ground.

He didn't even look at the pale Paqi priest, and greeted Chinami with a smile: "Yo, long time no see."

"Long time no see..." Chinami muttered and answered before remembering to ask him, "Are you..."

came for me?

In the middle of speaking, Qian Nai felt that the words sounded so awkward, so she abruptly changed her words: "Why are you here?"

Ma Canghao's smile deepened, and even his eyes slightly bent: "I'm here to look for you."

Chinami: "..."

Her cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the priest of the Pachi tribe stepped forward in time to help her out: "Hi Ma Cang! Why did you come here?!"

Hao Hao smiled slightly, and looked over with a pair of clear and indifferent eyes: "I told you, I'm here to find her."

Although he still had a smile on his face, he felt a strong sense of oppression, completely different from when he faced Chinami just now.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of Feng's forehead, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed: "Is she...yours?"

With a funny smile, he asked back: "Are you questioning me?"

The wind stopped talking.

After a while, he started to back away.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Facing Yumi and Chinami like this, he took several minutes to step back into the distance.

Then he took a deep look at Chinami, turned around, picked up his suitcase and cloak, and ran away.

Ran.

Just ran away...

Qian Naimei looked at Hao: "He seems to be very afraid of you."

Hao turned his head and looked back: "Well, many people are afraid of me."

His eyes fell on Qian Naimei's face at first, and then slipped behind her unconsciously.

Chinami thought of the shikigami behind her, and suddenly became nervous: "I didn't give the shikigami contract technique you gave me to my family."

She didn't know why she said this, it was completely subconscious, and she didn't even think about it.

This feeling, if I have to describe it...

Maybe he was caught by the teacher for absconding in class?

Why is this metaphor so weird?

Good: "Pfft——!"

He burst out laughing suddenly.

Chi Nami was dumbfounded.

Is there anything funny about what she just said?

She is explaining seriously! Hey!

It was even more funny, and he leaned forward and back, even leaning on the palm of Huo Ling beside him.

Chinami: "..."

She looked at Huo Ling with a wooden face, and found that it seemed to be bigger than last time.

This reminded her of the Shaman King Contest, the priest just now, and Anna and Ma Cangye...

Chinami: "Did you participate in the Shaman King competition?"

Good: "Yes. What, do you want to join me?"

Qian Naimei shook her head: "I'm not interested in the competition."

Funny, straightened up: "I guess so."

Chinami opened her mouth, and closed it again after a second.

Fortunately, at this time, she couldn't see her thoughts anymore, so she sat back on Huo Ling's palm with her hands propped up.

He looked at Qian Nai with gentle eyes and a quiet smile: "My companion is still waiting for me, so I will take a step first."

Chinami bit her lower lip and said nothing.

So he smiled again.

The fire spirit began to rise slowly, and the body was changing with different shades of red due to the flow of spiritual power, as if a river composed of flames was burning and flowing.

Compared with Huo Ling's huge body, Hao Hao's figure looked extremely thin, and the white cloak on his body was blown backwards due to the airflow that lifted him up.

In the fluttering white sleeves, Qian Nai felt that he seemed to be looking at her, but he didn't seem to.

She kept looking up at him.

Until he and his holding spirit disappeared into the night.

Qian Nai looked away from a distance she couldn't see clearly, and she was stunned.

She thought a lot and thought nothing of it.

After standing for an unknown amount of time, Chinami finally regained her composure and sighed softly until her legs felt a little sore.

***

Qian Naimei kept everything about the good appearance of the Paqi priests that night in her heart. She didn't tell anyone, not even Chang Jingsi.

The following days returned to calm, and there were no more inexplicable cloaked men who asked her to participate in any Shaman King contest.

Go to school, leave school, join clubs, accept commissions, and eliminate demons.

Chinami's life was back on track until half a month later...

It was a day off.

It was rare for Chinami not to go out, and she was curled up in her room reading a book in her home clothes.

The autumn rain outside the window, but the house is still warm.

Chinami huddled on the single sofa, with black tea and snacks at hand, if she wanted to pour water or get other things, she would have Shikigami do it for her.

Chinami felt that she was used to a convenient life with Shikigami.

If she wants to go back to the days when she didn't use shikigami, she may still feel uncomfortable.

People, it is indeed easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Feeling old-fashioned, Chinami stretched her waist.

I reached out to grab the snacks next to me, but before my hand touched the snack bag, I felt my eyes blur.

In the next second, Chinami realized that she was not sitting on a soft cotton sofa, but a grass field full of fallen leaves.

In front of her is no longer her warm and comfortable hut, but a large boundless primeval forest.

With this forest as the background, a monster with red hair and long horns is staring at her blankly.

The author has something to say: Chinami: Grass! (Chinese and Japanese bilingual)