The entrance to the underground market looks like a wall, but in fact, without a pass, it's a wall.

Aragaki tears her fingers between the notes Maria handed in the confessional, her hips twisting under the cloak, and her walking habits still reveal her female identity.

A shimmer of light appeared on the paper, and ripples rippled on the hard wall, indicating that the passage had been opened.

Aragaki stepped forward and seemed to be being eaten by the wall little by little.

Akamatsu muttered in his heart, but he still followed in.

There are some Q bombs on the wall, and you need to use a little bit of force to break through.

As soon as it broke, a noisy sound poured into his ears.

The bazaar is filled with stalls, large and small, with wooden huts as narrow as single toilets standing behind the stalls.

Transcendents who hide their faces gather here to pick out the odd.

The buildings of the bazaar are not gorgeous, and because of the identity of the people present, Chi Song still has a little excitement in his heart, and he said in a low voice: "There are so many people." ”

"Well, there's only one bazaar, and no one in Japan's underworld wants to miss it."

Aragaki strode to the fourth booth.

Compared to the other stalls, this booth seems very deserted, and there are no people queuing.

The boss is shrouded in dark robes and wears an eerie ghost mask, and the man sits on a low stool, playing with a miniature teapot.

The slightly upturned jaw seemed to be humming.

Aragaki stopped in front of the stall, bowed his head and said, "I want to talk to you about a deal." ”

Fingers showed the nun's note.

The boss stopped playing with the small teapot, didn't say a word, got up and walked to the single-family wooden house.

Aragaki tearfully tilted his head and said, "You are waiting for me outside." ”

"Hmm."

Akamatsu nodded, and stayed outside the wooden house, always feeling the excitement of an underground worker.

Uh, it was exciting before getting caught.

By the way, this place won't be found by the enemy, right?

Thinking of that possibility, Akamatsu couldn't help but think about how he would escape from here with Aragaki Tears at that time.

After thinking for a while, Aragaki came out of the wooden house and said, "Let's go." ”

"Don't you want to buy something?"

Akamatsu followed along, his tone a little curious.

Aragaki replied lightly: "Just now, I went bankrupt. ”

“…… I'm sorry. "Akamatsu didn't expect that the Demon Hunting Knife was so expensive, or was she too poor?

"Hehe, you really believe it, just kidding."

Aragaki burst out with a mischievous laugh.

Compared to those transcendents who have been for hundreds of years or thousands of years, her savings for decades are insignificant, but she can still train a man to become extraordinary.

"Hey, that's not a funny thing, bring back my guilt."

"Don't worry, it's more than enough for me to raise your little kitten~"

There is a lot of ambiguity in this statement, and there is nothing wrong with saying it.

He is indeed being kept by the other party at the moment.

"Sooner or later, I'll get it back."

Akamatsu muttered.

"Hey, hey, count on me now."

Aragaki tearful clothes are extremely perfunctory.

She thought about her next plan in her head, to get as many monster corpses as she could.

If you want to raise a transcendent, the cost is not small.

The daily Huiling Pill alone is not a small amount, as well as runic paper, cinnabar, ink, and so on for practicing the spirit of words.

She can't let Chisong never touch the practice of the word spirit.

And if you want to purchase those things, monster corpses are indispensable.

……

Satokyo, Shinkawa.

The houses, the walls, and even the loess roads under their feet are covered with a blood-red coat.

Against the backdrop of darkness, the scarlet color became more and more eerie.

Terukichi Fujitani hated such an atmosphere, and he graduated from the Kyoto Spiritual Academy in March to join the Shinkawa Demon Hunting Branch.

So far, I haven't adapted.

When he was at the Kyoto Spiritual Academy, he was committed to fighting for the protection of humanity and the justice of the world.

However, when he was actually assigned to the branch, what he saw in his eyes was a reality that was different from the textbook of the Kyoto Spiritual Academy.

The seniors all have a working attitude towards demon hunting, and they either drink and smoke on weekdays, or hook up with other people's wives.

Scattered and chaotic, there is a bit of an atmosphere of wine and drunkenness.

Can I really trust these guys?

Every time Terukichi Fujitani thought of that question, he couldn't get an answer in his heart.

"Huh." He sighed softly, and a crisp voice suddenly sounded in his head, "There is a spatial earthquake reaction on the streets of Shinkawa 3-chome!" Please go to the expulsion immediately! ”

The shrine maiden of the temple of the gods issued a notice.

Terukichi Fujitani rushed towards the three chomes in straw sandals, his pitch-black kendo suit fluttering in the wind, his pure white belt tightened, and the demon hunting knife slanted diagonally into his left waist.

After a while, he rushed to the streets of Sanchome.

The three seniors, including the branch chief, have already arrived here.

The branch leader sat on the straw roof, holding a long wheat stalk in his mouth, and raised his hand to greet: "Yo, newcomer, you are really slow." ”

"I'm very sorry, Kiyota Branchman!"

Terukichi Fujitani looked down on him in his heart, and he still had to bow his head and apologize in person.

"It's okay," Kiyota branch leader scratched his chest with his hand, and added white haori in addition to the black kendo suit to show the special status of the branch leader.

"The official Xi is ready to release the Demon Hunting Knife for cover, and the newcomer comes forward."

Hearing the arrangement, Terukichi Fujitani took a deep breath and strode out.

There was a clicking sound in the space in front of them, and cracks emerged, and a large amount of black energy liquid poured out from the inside, forming an oval-shaped channel.

The monster came out of it.

……

Akamatsu lay on the thatched hut and looked up slightly so that he could see a little more clearly.

That's the monster.

The body is much taller than that of humans, three or four meters in size, and the head is very similar to that of a Bengal monitor lizard, with a triangular shape.

The body is close to that of a human, with thick skin like an elephant and a tail wagging behind it.

More recognizable than the appearance is the spiritual pressure.

The spiritual pressure of the monster exudes a sense of nothingness that can be sucked into anything.

That's the kind of spiritual pressure that humans can't have.

Aragaki tearfully whispered to him to popularize science, "Most of the monsters are in the shape of animals, and the closer they are to people, the more tricky they are, and the number is very small. ”

"The Demon Hunting Headquarters gives five levels of monsters: wolf, tiger, ghost, dragon, and god."

"Is the god-level monster a monster that is close to a human form?"

Akamatsu asked in a whisper.

"Well, according to records, the last time a god-level monster appeared was a hundred thousand years ago, easily devouring a country, and then calmly returning to the demon realm."

Aragaki said with tears, his attention returned to the front, and said solemnly: "Don't move around here, I'm going to come forward and steal the monster corpse." ”

Akamatsu looked at the man in the white feather, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, that guy doesn't look like an ordinary miscellaneous fish." ”

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion in my heart, and I will never make a move on someone who is not sure."

Aragaki smiled and quietly left from the roof.