Qing Anran's first impression of Haruki Kamiya was good.

People are humble and emotionally intelligent.

He is also willing to believe that this handsome uncle is a really capable onmyoji.

But how can such a person doubt that he is also an onmyoji?

Is it blind?

Or is it ...... Haruki Kamiya is just a charlatan?

Kamiya Haruki, who was on the other side, saw that Qing Anran had been stunned, and he didn't talk.

So, he waved the bat fan in his hand and asked again: "Mr. Qing, but I said it wrong?" ”

Qing Anran came back to his senses and hurriedly replied: "It must be that I had some Dao fate in my previous life, but I can't afford the immortal position of the Onmyoji." ”

Qing Anran's words were very tactful, not only denying his identity as an onmyoji, but also leaving steps for Kamiya Haruki.

But when these words were heard in the ears of Kamiya Haruki, the taste completely changed.

Haruki Kamiya didn't think that this was Qing Anran's polite words, but more like a provocation.

Kamiya Haruki's ancestors are all onmyoji, and they can be said to be a family of onmyoji, and the official positions of onmyoji in the past generations have served in the Kamiya family.

That is, in his generation, the official position was abolished, and the government was emptied, which was slightly shabby.

But even so, the family's yin-yang-style divine technique is still authentic, and the inheritance has not been affected.

Looking at the whole of Tokyo, it can be regarded as a yin and yang master.

That's it, Kamiya Haruki rarely meets peers who are on par with his own strength.

But right now, he feels that Qing Anran is a person worthy of his help.

The corners of Kamiya Haruki's mouth rose slightly, and the bat fan pointed to the two white pages of paper on the table: "Mr. Qing, in this hotel, there is a pair of B-level evil spirits, and one C-level and D-level resentful spirits, you must know about it, right?" ”

Qing Anran even heard the classification of ghosts for the first time, where did he understand this, and shook his head indifferently: "Kamigu-san, I'm just a little sleep tester, and I really don't know anything about removing spirits." ”

Qingki, who was originally elegant and easy-going, was suddenly competitive at this moment, where would he easily let Qing Anran go.

With a slightly sarcastic tone, he said in a long voice: "Why should Mr. Qing be humble, knowing that there are many evil spirits in this hotel, he still dares to move in with his bag, presumably his strength must be very strong." ”

Haruki Kamiya's words were prickly and aggressive, and even Junhei Matsumoto on the side could hear it.

Junhei Matsumoto hurriedly propped up his fat body and played a round.

"Mr. Kamiya-san and Qing are all talented people, so they don't need to be modest."

"By the way, didn't Kamiya-san say that the evil spirit is upstairs."

"Shall we go and see together?"

Matsumoto Junpei's words also made Kamiya Haruki realize his rudeness just now.

Let's not talk about who is stronger as an onmyoji, just in terms of open-mindedness, he has already lost to Qing Anran.

Realizing this, Kamiya Haruki laughed at himself: "Fang Cai is abrupt, please don't take Mr. Qing to heart." ”

"Kamiya-san is serious." Qing Anran paused and continued: "The room I tried to sleep in on the second floor has not been organized yet, do you need me to clean it up first?" ”

"It's okay." Matsumoto Junhei smiled innocently, "It's all men, what's so embarrassing." Besides, the evil spirits and resentful spirits are definitely not in Mr. Qing's room. Kamiya-san, don't you say? ”

Haruki Kamiya had already regained his original elegant posture and nodded slowly: "I don't think it will be so coincidental." ”

"Let's go up and have a look." Junhei Matsumoto answered.

With that, the three of them walked towards the second floor together.

Along the way, Haruki Kamiya was paying attention to Qing Anran.

When he saw Qing Anran for the first time, he sensed an extremely faint fluctuation of spiritual power on his body.

These spiritual power fluctuations are very chaotic, not like they are self-generated, but as if they are contaminated from elsewhere.

It is based on this that Kamiya Haruki will guess that Qing Anran has already fought with those evil spirits, and those two evil spirits are likely to be dispersed by Qing Anran.

Not only that, but he also noticed from Qing Anran's demeanor that he was indeed a little nervous at the moment.

In other words, Qing Anran didn't want them to go up to the second floor or enter his room.

Kamiya Haruki guessed that Qing Anran should be trying to hide something.

Could it be a magic weapon?

Kamiya Haruki noticed that Qing Anran did not have the aura emanating from the magic weapon on his body.

How is it possible for an onmyoji to carry a magic weapon with him?

Haruki Kamiya touched his beard stubble, nodded slowly, and quickly figured things out.

He guessed that Qing Anran fought against the evil spirits last night, and although he barely killed the two evil spirits, the magic weapon was also destroyed at the same time, and what he didn't want people to see in his room was the damaged magic weapon.

It must be like this!

Thinking of this, Kamiya Haruki cast some appreciative glances at Qing Anran.

At his age, even if he destroyed the magic weapon to kill two B-rank evil spirits, he could be regarded as a rare talent in his generation.

After the three of them went upstairs, Haruki Kamiya walked in the front.

Haruki Kamiya's left eye is a yin and yang eye, and when you open it, you can see evil spirits.

Junhei Matsumoto noticed the sudden change in the color of Haruki Kamiya's left eye, and asked with a shrunken neck, "Kamiya-san, are those evil spirits on the second floor?" ”

"It's here, indeed." Haruki Kamiya nodded, pointed to the wall, and introduced, "Mr. Matsumoto, you can see the scratches on this wall, they are the ones left. ”

Junhei Matsumoto was mortal with the naked eye, and where could he see the scratches of any evil spirits, he just scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

Seeing this, Haruki Kamiya stopped, took out a small purple bottle, and dripped some liquid on the wall.

Soon, purple-black scratches appeared on the snow-white walls.

Haruki Kamiya pointed to the wall and asked again, "Can you see it now?" ”

"I see, I see!" Junhei Matsumoto rubbed his sleeve against the wall distressedly, "Kamiya-san, can this black spot still be wiped off?" ”

Haruki Kamiya patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "Mr. Matsumoto, don't worry, the dark spots will disappear after these tears evaporate." But if you want to eradicate these traces of ghost claws, you will need a lot of money. ”

After saying this, Haruki Kamiya deliberately set his eyes on Qing Anran again.

At this moment, Qing Anran was curiously touching a scratch mark on the wall with her hand.

Seeing this, Kamiya Haruki couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth: This Mr. Qing also said that he is not an onmyoji, how can he see the scratches left by the evil spirits on the wall if he is not an onmyoji?

But soon, Haruki Kamiya's expression froze.

He saw that the scratch that had been touched by Qing Anran was rapidly dissolving!

Not only that, with Qing Anran's hand as the center, the scratches around him are also dissipating rapidly.

In just a dozen seconds, the entire corridor was as smooth as ever, leaving no traces.

Such a big deal, Haruki Kamiya has never even seen it.

In his cognition, if he wanted to completely remove the traces left by the evil spirits, he had to use the Broken Spirit Smoke, and the Broken Spirit Smoke needed to be formed by carving bone powder and silver sand and baking with a purple jade cup.

Regardless of the cost, it would take at least a few hours for an onmyoji like him to remove the traces in the corridor.

However, the young man in front of him only lightly tapped his finger on the wall, and completed this tedious project.

At this moment, Junhei Matsumoto also noticed Qing Anran's strange appearance, walked up to him, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Qing, is there anything wrong with this wall?" ”

"Nothing." Qing Anran shrugged his shoulders and twisted the wall ash on his fingers: "I saw a small piece of dirt just now, and I couldn't help but wipe it." ”

Hearing this, Haruki Kamiya, cracked......