I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 302 Fighting
With the paper figure as a vessel, the phantom of the will-o'-the-wisp slowly appeared. Feng Xue frowned as she looked at its round shape.

"This looks like... a lantern?" Liu Yunxi looked around and found that it did indeed look like a lantern. Feng Xue then used the same method to make another ball of will-o'-the-wisp, but this time it turned out to be a broom.

"Could it be a spirit that is attached to an inanimate object and becomes a monster, as the legend says?" Liu Yunxi searched through her memories and found that even in the stories told by her fox fairy grandmother, this was a very rare type.

Feng Xue pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said:

"No, it should just be an ordinary human spirit, but it has been twisted into something like a monster through special means. In essence, it is similar to a ghost, but a ghost is twisted by the obsession of a spirit, while this one should be twisted by external willpower."

In his previous life, Feng Xue was at least a writer of anime and manga, and he would play almost any popular anime and manga. Naturally, he also played Onmyoji for a while. If it were just a lantern, he might have imagined Zhang Fei's face with "Great Joy, Great Joy" on it. But if you add a broom and then connect it with that ninja assassin, the word "shikigami" naturally comes to mind.

Although it is said to be similar to spirit ghosts, compared to the natural beings that have certain requirements for the strength of obsession and the quality of the soul, the spirit of this so-called shikigami is obviously much inferior. It is probably just a random, wandering ghost that is sealed in an object and then claimed to have become a spirit.

“Using this method is definitely not a righteous act. Should we just eliminate it?” Liu Yunxi made a decisive judgment, but Feng Xue shook her head:

"There's no need, or rather, I'm also worried about not being able to find the right person! Forget about shikigami and spirits, if you want to control them, you have to form a spirit contract."

At this point, Feng Xue revealed a malicious smile: "Little Bell, can it be traced back?"

"No problem, but be careful to seal your aura, otherwise if the enemy senses it, they may cut off the connection on their own."

Little Bell quickly offered a professional assessment, but Feng Xue simply smiled and said:

"That's easy, let's teach him a lesson! Yunxi, open the altar!"

"Okay!" Liu Yunxi responded subconsciously upon hearing this, then said inexplicably:

"Aren't they all open now?"

"Hehe, I just thought doing this before the ritual would create a nice atmosphere." Feng Xue gave a slightly naive smile, handed the lantern ghost to Liu Yunxi to reseal, then took a paper figure and placed it next to the broom ghost's phantom. She then took out a small knife and slashed the spirit with it.

The broom ghost seemed to be truly being cut apart, emitting a mournful cry, while the severed part of its spirit flowed into the new paper figure.

In essence, this operation is the same method Feng Xue used before for refining blessed artifacts. However, given the size of the broom ghost, even if it were completely sealed, it would probably only improve the effect of spells like the Cleansing Spell by a few percent. Naturally, what Feng Xue wanted was not the blessed artifact itself, but rather these two percent of the "spirit ghost".

...In the dimly lit room, the head priest of the Nine Chrysanthemums sect (a title for a high-ranking Shinto priest in Japan, similar to a priest or Taoist priest) was still maintaining the ritual of worshipping the samurai sword. However, due to his "stubbornness," he could not get assistance from the consulate and the monks' group. He did not have many resources at hand, and the ritual, which originally only required two or three blood sacrifices, now had to take much longer to complete.

Just as his emotions began to fluctuate due to mental exhaustion, a strong sense of crisis suddenly struck him. A candle on the north side of the house suddenly went out, and a scarlet dot suddenly appeared between the shrine's eyebrows.

The deity was startled and reached into his robes, pulling out a phallus with a broken head.

"Oh no! It's only evening, not the hour of Chou (1-3 AM). Is it forbidden to use curses to kill people? But where did they get them from... Right, those two shikigami! Damn it, wasn't that brat supposed to be from a reputable sect? How could he use such insidious curses?"

The god felt his heart pounding wildly, and the dizziness from the rush of blood to his brain made him want to sit down and rest for a moment. But knowing very well that this was definitely not the end, he did not hesitate at all. He didn't care about the ritual that was in progress. He ran his fingers across the blade of his katana, and blood gushed from the cut. He pressed a scarlet fingerprint on his forehead, then grabbed the paper figures that were prepared in front of the altar and pressed his fingerprint on them one by one.

Puff puff puff puff...

The continuous soft sounds were the mournful cries of the paper doll falling apart. Compared to the carefully prepared substitute, this hastily made paper doll was far too fragile. Fortunately, the shikigami he sent out was of a low level and had been refined for a relatively short time, so the connection was not too strong. If it had been a shikigami that had formed a contract since childhood, it would probably have been enough to shatter his skull with just one blow.

The priest was extremely grateful that he had stayed at the altar to perform the ritual; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have had time to create a substitute. Now that the first round had passed, the next step was...

"Woooo..."

"Damn it, he actually cast two evil curses at the same time. Isn't he afraid of shortening his lifespan?" The God Lord gripped his throat tightly, feeling the sudden suffocation. He was completely stunned. He had only sent a ninja to test the waters. Was it really necessary to use such a mutually destructive curse?
"But it's all for the best. Now that he's unleashed such a wicked curse, he probably won't have an easy time either!"

A fierce glint flashed in the god's eyes. He released his grip on the neck, and with a noticeable dent in his Adam's apple, he pulled out three thin strands from his sleeve. As if he was annoyed that he was being strangled too slowly, he tied them all around his neck and tightened his grip, as if he were about to strangle himself. But strangely, as the ropes in his hands slowly tightened, the force that seemed to be choking him suddenly stopped.

……

Feng Xue's chopsticks were clamped around the paper figure's neck. Despite being just a piece of white paper, it stubbornly resisted the pressure from Feng Xue's chopsticks. Just as Feng Xue picked up a small wooden hammer, intending to add some more substance to the paper figure, it suddenly stiffened, and then its entire head fell off its body.

"Did you kill him?" Liu Yunxi watched Feng Xue vent her anger on the paper figure, and now that its head had been removed, she naturally assumed that the spell had been successfully cast.

Feng Xue simply shook her head, took the tea Liu Yunxi offered to rinse her mouth from the fishy taste, ate a small piece of fish cake to replenish her depleted energy, and then smiled and said:
"He's ruthless. He actually used his own body as a casting material to curse the shikigami to death first. But it's good, at least in his eyes, both shikigami should be gone!"

(End of this chapter)