I am a god in Tokyo

Not to mention how embarrassing it is.

Seeing Kato Megumi's expectant expression, Uehara Satoru couldn't refuse. Most importantly, he also wanted to know if there are real gods in the shrines of this world. If so, what is going on in this world?

Uehara Satoru suppressed his divine power to the minimum, and walked with Kato Megumi.

After passing through the vermilion torii gates and washing their mouths in Mitarai, Uehara Satoru and Kato Megumi came to the main hall of the shrine.

Kato Megumi folded his palms together and prayed for blessings, then took out a hundred-yuan coin from his bag and put it into the cash box.

"Uehara-kun, don't you come to pray for blessings?"

She tilted her head curiously.

The land god waiting at the door glanced at the statue in the main hall and shook his head: "I don't need it."

The other party is not worth asking him to worship.

Stepping into the torii gate, he did feel the existence of extraordinary power.

The torii, which is the connection point between the divine domain and the human world, has the effect of purification, driving away the troubles of the pilgrims. Of course, the existence of Uehara Satoru was not found.

Uehara Satoru thought there would be gods here.

As a result, after turning around, there was no trace of a god, not even a superhuman with spiritual abilities.

The field that appeared in the shrine was more like some kind of ancient enchantment. Pilgrims could not go to the backyard of the shrine, and Uehara Satoru could only give up the idea of ​​inquiring.

On both sides of the shrine, there are shelves with small wooden signs. This kind of small wooden signs are for praying and making wishes. Pilgrims buy wooden signs from the staff of the shrine, write down their wishes, and hang them on the shelves.

I hope the gods can make wishes come true.

Such wooden signs are also called painted horses, on which vivid horses are drawn.

Horses are worshiped as the means of transportation of the gods, and only wishes written on the ema will be passed on to the gods.

"superstitious!"

Uehara Satoru said so.

Kato Megumi shook his head helplessly, bought two emas with money, pressed Uehara Satoru to write his wishes on them, and then hung up the wooden sign with the girl's small thoughts, so that Uehara Satoru would not peek.

"I also think Ema's statement is superstitious."

Someone next to him said: "In ancient times, when people asked for gods, they would worship live horses, black horses for rain, and white horses for sunny days. This is a traditional natural belief. In fact, it has nothing to do with gods. Animal sacrifices should be stopped."

The talking girl hangs the ema on the shelf and folds her hands.

"Ah, sorry."

The girl with exquisite facial features and a very good-looking smile said: "I'm very sorry, I answered by accident!"

The girl looked like a college student, but she was wearing work clothes.

The face value is obviously only about eighty, but when he smiles, he is very comfortable and sweet, and always reminds Uehara Satoru of who he is. After watching the other party bow, he joins his companions.

"Uehara-kun?"

Kato Megumi puffed up his face, and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Only then did Uehara Satoru come back to his senses, turned his gaze back, grabbed Kato Megumi's small face and pulled it to both sides.

"Kato-san is also very pretty when she smiles!"

Kato Megumi patted Uehara Satoru's hand, and then walked briskly ahead with his hands behind his back.

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"Xiao Dai, did you meet a handsome guy just now?"

After walking out of the shrine, the companions surrounded the girl and made fun of her.

The girl looked confused.

"What handsome guy, ah, you said that couple just now." She tapped her head and said, "Don't ask, I thought you were by my side, it's really embarrassing!"

The companions laughed.

At this time, the girl's cell phone rang.

The girl smiled apologetically, walked aside, and picked up the phone.

"Mikoto~"

The girl's voice is cheerful, with an upturned lingering sound.

On the other end of the phone, Sansumi Mikoto rubbed the center of her brows, still feeling so helpless with her friend's character.

Even though he has become a lawyer, he still looks like he hasn't grown up.

The two were good friends from college. After graduation, one became a forensic doctor and the other became a lawyer, but they both had their own justice, and it was also because of this lively, righteous, and somewhat silly friend.

Sansumi Mikoto's life has light.

Perhaps her life was redeemed by a girl.

"Miqin, I'm so busy at work every day, and you still ask me to go to the shrine to pray for blessings every now and then. You must replenish me during my rest time!" the girl joked.

"Then I treat you to dinner tonight, French food?"

The girl was quickly bought.

"You really know me too well, Miqin, see you tonight!"

Dai Machiko had a happy smile on his face.

Chapter 37 Sneaky and Husband

The night lights are on.

The young couple who dated for a day finally came to the time of parting.

"Just send me here."

Kato Megumi glanced at the brightly lit house.

"If you send it down, you will arrive at my door."

Seeing the figure shaking in the house, Uehara Satoru sneered a few times.

He is not ready to meet his mother-in-law yet.

Leaving like this, does it feel like something is missing?

Uehara Satoru's eyes subconsciously fell on Kato Megumi's pink lips.

"...You're showing your thoughts on your face, Uehara-kun."

The girl's complexion was slightly flushed, and she took half a step back, her voice soft and calm.

"I didn't think about anything." Uehara Satoru spread out his hands: "Then I'll go back, see you tomorrow, lovely Kato-san."

He turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

He heard the girl's shy cry, and then his body was pulled,

In the next second, a cool and soft touch sticks to the face.

"See you tomorrow, Uehara-san."

When he came back to his senses, the girl had already turned her back to him, her steps were brisk and eager, and she walked into the house without looking back.

Uehara Satoru touched his cheek.

I thought that I would only wash half of my face in the future, and I would keep this half as a family heirloom.

The extremely happy god turned and left.

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On the way home, Uehara Satoru suddenly frowned.

Sitting on the bus, he was lowering his head to send a message to Kato Megumi, but he was keenly aware of some uncomfortable breath, which flashed by.

He put down his phone and looked back through the window.

On the platform that had been skipped, a man covered in blood and with a cold expression stood quietly under the stop sign, looking at the bus in the distance.

ghost.

Uehara Satoru's heart became clear.

This was his first encounter with a ghost.

Although there are many real and strange events with doubtful possibilities found in the clues on the Internet, Uehara Satoru has never encountered ghosts. Maybe it is because he doesn't go out very much at night, or because he is a god and ghosts dare not approach. .

In short, this is the first time Uehara Satoru encounters an existence other than grotesque.

After thinking for a while, he got off the car early.

In a glimpse of observation, the ghost gave him a feeling of coldness, far from being troublesome.

Uehara Satoru finally met a real ghost, not a weird creature like Fu Jiang and Duan Guan, so he would naturally not let it go, and he wanted to ask something from this ghost.

I searched for traces of these things everywhere on weekdays, but couldn't find any.

As a result, I ran into a ghost on the night of the date.

If you plant flowers deliberately, the flowers will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will make shade.

When he arrived at the stop sign, the ghost had disappeared, but the vague yin energy pointed to where it was going. In the alley not far from the stop sign, Uehara Satoru saw a ghost wandering in confusion .

"Is this really a ghost?"

Uehara Satoru stood at the entrance of the alley, the dim street lamps poured light, and the alley was pitch black with no light at all.

This darkness is produced by ghosts.

Uehara Wu's pupils glowed reddish, and he could see through the darkness in an instant. The male ghost he saw before was wandering in the alley in a daze. It was soaked in blood, its eyes were empty and dark, and it murmured incomprehensible ravings.

This is completely different from the ghost in Uehara Satoru's imagination.

People have three souls and seven souls. After death, the seven souls are scattered in the world first, followed by the three souls.

The three souls are divided into the heavenly soul, the light soul, the earthly soul, and the human soul. Guarding the corpse, only the human soul will turn into a ghost, be arrested by the underworld, and reincarnate in the six realms.

Therefore, ghosts in the traditional sense, unless they were evil people or died full of resentment, most of them have the same behavior pattern and memory personality as they did before life.

Emotional and able to communicate.

But the ghost in front of me——

Uehara Satoru didn't know how to describe it. In his perception, the other party had no emotion, memory, or humanity at all. He was the embodiment of pure terror, and that kind of malice was almost head-on.

After hesitating for a while, Uehara Satoru raised his leg and stepped into the alley.

In the darkness, the perplexed ghost triggered the killing mechanism, and appeared in front of Uehara Wu in the next moment, cold and pale, with corpse-spotted hands, and stabbed Shang Yuanwu's neck fiercely.

"laugh--"

Its hands softened like deflated balloons.

Uehara Satoru's crimson divine power emerged from his fingers, but it melted the sneaky body like a scorching sun.

Sneaky screamed with unknown meaning, his body slowly liquefied like ice cream, but he still didn't show any emotion, no fear, despair, or begging for mercy, he just twisted his face and melted into the air.

It's almost like a set routine.

The sneakiness melted away, and the darkness in the alley dissipated instantly, and the light of the city poured in.

Uehara Satoru withdrew his divine power and was very concerned.

This world is really strange, ghosts don't look like ghosts, even evil ghosts with deep grievances have wisdom and emotions, but this ghost doesn't even have the emotion of fear.

It was directly ablated by divine power.

Uehara Satoru took a deep look at the alley, turned and left.

He still doesn't understand how such ghosts come into being, and is there any reincarnation in this world?

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