I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 1. Such a handsome Mage

Tokyo, Toshima District.

The sky was overcast, and rain was drizzling down.

Fujiwara Reya held a transparent umbrella and pushed open the rusty iron gate of the yard.

A thick cherry tree came into view, its pink blossoms in full bloom amidst the night rain, petals tender and about to drip. Besides this, there were no other bright colors in the yard, and the cherry tree's branches and leaves were so luxuriant that the entire yard felt eerie and mysterious.

Raindrops soaked the black soil, a few water droplets hitting the umbrella, making a dull thudding sound.

After taking another look at the cherry tree and confirming the oddity, Fujiwara Reya lifted his foot and walked inside the yard.

Beyond the garden, there stood a small building, two stories, wood-structured.

He stepped onto the corridor.

"Creak—"

The wooden floor let out a sound of being overburdened.

Fujiwara Reya glanced back at the cherry tree.

The light from the street lamp outside spilled onto the cherry tree's leaves, deep in the dense branches and foliage that couldn't be illuminated, there seemed to be faint wailing passing through the humid dark rain curtain to his ears.

The sound was out of tune.

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Like a ghost mourning.

This wasn't an auditory hallucination, but something issuing a warning to the intruder.

Fujiwara Reya put away his umbrella and pushed open the door without looking back.

Instantly, a chill wind carrying a stench blew towards him, and the air, already cool, turned even colder.

And continued to become colder.

A rustling sound reached his ears as if something were crawling, and the cold feeling was closing in on him.

Fujiwara Reya suddenly furrowed his handsome brows.

Very strange and dangerous, an existence beyond normal perception.

Only those with extremely sharp senses could vaguely perceive this sinister aura.

A pair of lean, bloodless hands appeared out of thin air, gripping Fujiwara Reya's neck from behind: "All men must die—"

A female voice, murky and lifeless, carrying an obscure sense of unreality.

"Ma'am," Fujiwara Reya asked amiably, "could you let go first, so we can sit down and calmly talk about your life affairs?"

Vengeful spirits have almost no intelligence, he knew such words were nearly useless, but as a compassionate priest, he wanted to make an effort if he could save anyone.

"All men must die—"

This time, the tone had become exceptionally shrill as if provoked by something.

A stronger gust of chill wind whipped through the room, the doors and windows banged, and for a moment, the small building seemed precarious.

"It's not right for you to widen your hatred to all men. For instance, honest and reliable high-quality men like me shouldn't be attacked indiscriminately by you..."

"All men must die—"

Instantly, the whole room turned bone-chilling cold, and the dense resentment flowed on the floor like a black river.

"Miss Kishimoto, heed my advice, or I'll have to call the police. You should know, in your current state, the police won't believe your ghostly words..."

"All men must die—"

Dammit!

Is this a broken recorder?

Fujiwara Reya reached out, preparing to forcibly pry the hands off his neck.

Eh...

He was surprised to find that the vengeful spirit lady's skin felt quite nice to the touch.

Delicate and smooth, cool and refreshing, somewhat like chilled tofu, the touch made him want to keep touching.

After prying away the hands, Fujiwara Reya turned to look.

A female vengeful spirit with a pale face, and bizarrely crimson eyes and lips came into view.

"All men must—"

Fujiwara Rei clenched his fists, gathering power swiftly.

If you can't be appeased, then be cremated!

A powerful surge erupted from within him, disturbing the near-stagnant airflow in the room.

Banishing evils for the people, right now!

"So handsome!"

"Hmm?"

Upon seeing Fujiwara Reya's face clearly, the vengeful spirit lady gasped and then opened her arms, lunging into his embrace.

This...

Are you a face fetish too?

Fujiwara Reya's eyes went blank, a big question mark lit up over his head.

This sudden compliment made him a little dazed. Though he was tired of such superficial praise, to hear from a vengeful spirit how handsome he was in such a terrifying setting, it was his first time experiencing it.

Quite refreshing.

The chill wind inside the house stopped at that moment, and the thick, liquid-like resentment dissipated quite a bit.

"Little wizard," the vengeful spirit lady whimpered, her crimson eyes gazing lovingly at Fujiwara Reya: "I have an unfulfilled wish..."

"Uh, can I ask you to..."

"I'm willing to."

Hmm?

Your tone seems quite shy?

Fujiwara Reya slowly lowered his head, expressionless, looking at her pale face: "Are you testing a priest with this?"

The vengeful spirit lady giggled foolishly: "Is it okay?"

Pah!

You're daydreaming!

After a brief lapse, Fujiwara Reya quickly returned to a state of tranquility.

He realized that this vengeful spirit hoped he would enter full of vigor and leave with weak knees.

But she miscalculated.

Fujiwara Reya was not that kind of priest who needed to resort to demons for practice!

Though encountering a vengeful spirit courting for the first time was a bit surprising, based on his experience from numerous spirit exorcisms, he pretty much understood the situation.

The behavior of vengeful spirits was usually driven by obsessions from their lifetime.

Based on the information provided by the client, the vengeful spirit before him was killed by an unattractive boyfriend in this house, and judging by her current behavior, her obsessions likely had two parts.

One: Seek revenge on ordinary men.

Two: Exchange with handsome men.

The current situation is either to directly eliminate her or take her home as a girlfriend.

As they say, with boldness, even lady ghosts take maternity leave... Enough, Fujiwara Reya had no plans of becoming a father so soon.

So.

Directly eliminate her!

"Miss Kishimoto, I'll help you find release now."

A voice as gentle as jade sounded, and Fujiwara Reya reached out his hand, placing it on her forehead.

The vengeful spirit lady's eyes filled with a crimson sanguine light, suddenly flaring as if she'd sensed something and prepared for a desperate fight.

The next second.

Bright yellow Demon Fire engulfed her completely, burning her clothes, hair, body, and even her lingering obsessions.

In an instance.

Purification of everything.

Before the vengeful spirit lady could even scream, she was evaporated on the spot.

The firelight vanished in an instant, everything fell calm.

[Routine Exorcism]

[Points +300]

The system's prompt appeared, and Fujiwara Reya exited the room, returning to the cherry tree.

Perhaps because the vengeful spirit had vanished, with no resentment obstructing, he immediately sensed the buried corpse beneath.

Reaching out.

Mr. Fujiwara plucked the cherry tree upside down.

With a dull "brush," the entire cherry tree was uprooted.

Throwing the tree aside without looking at the miserable state of the corpse in the pit, Fujiwara Reya leisurely walked out of the yard. A middle-aged man who had been waiting in the distance rushed over, his expression extremely anxious as he watched him.

"Master Mage, is it resolved?"

"Mr. Shimada, rest assured, Miss Kishimoto's vengeful spirit has been purified, clean it up and it can be occupied again. Besides, her body is buried under the cherry tree, please notify the police station and her family."

Upon hearing that the body was found, Mr. Shimada's previously worried heart settled, and he took out a stack of cash prepared in advance from his briefcase, handing it to Fujiwara Reya.

"Thank you, Master Mage, this is your remuneration, please accept it."

Not too much, not too little, exactly 300,000 yen.

By the way, in the Tokyo region, the average price for a spirit expulsion commission is around 500,000 yen.

Japanese society highly values seniority and rank, and it's the same within Shintoism.

The older the priest's qualification, the higher the fee, some exaggeratedly reaching over tens of millions yen; while for younger ones, the price is lower, the lowest risk and no life-threatening E class, commissions can even drop to a few tens of thousands of yen.

As for why the price can plummet so low...

Firstly: The commission is important.

Completing a commission earns corresponding points in Onmyo-ryo, with different points corresponding to different titles, in layman's terms, it's the ranking of official clergy civil servants.

Secondly: There aren't enough ghosts to go around.

If you find the 50,000 yen price too low, many peers are willing to snatch it for 40,000 yen.

As long as you are competitive enough while young, you can quickly get your title promoted, once you have the qualifications, the unit price of spirit expulsions will rise, not to mention high-ranking clergy also enjoy a lot of welfare benefits and life privileges.

Fujiwara Reya reached out to take the money and handed Mr. Shimada a business card at the same time.

"If you encounter such a situation again, just come to the shrine to find me."

"Asakusa Shrine..." Mr. Shimada looked at the text on the business card and exclaimed: "Isn't there only Asakusa Temple in Asakusa District? When did a shrine appear?"

"Old store reopening."

Fujiwara Reya smiled faintly and left, holding the umbrella.

Behind him, Mr. Shimada clasped his hands together and respectfully bowed to his retreating figure.

A stream of white light particles imperceptible to ordinary people surged from his body, drifting through the dark rain curtain, and finally, all flowed into Fujiwara Reya's body.