The story begins with an eight-foot-tall lady surrounded by ghost story ladies.

1. Jidao Gold proactively delivers to your door.

Natsume Fanyu felt that he might have been given the wrong life script.

It turns out I've been transported to Tokyo, a city where ghost stories and ghost tales are revived.

It also inherited the eight extraordinary skills that countless people in the previous life had dreamed of.

It should be all about exciting battles, a classic, action-packed Shonen Jump story.

However, the reality is...

He was currently being pinned down by his landlady in an extremely dangerous position.

"Fanyu-kun..."

"Next month's rent is due soon."

"If you don't want your exorcism agency to go out of business..."

As she spoke, she leaned even lower.

In summer, the necklines of loose loungewear naturally open due to gravity, revealing large expanses of dazzling white skin.

That's not Se Se.

That's... art.

It is God's most satisfying creation of the human species.

Natsume Fanyu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

For a fleeting moment, he almost had an absurd illusion...

Could I have somehow transmigrated into some strange adult video world?

His character is probably an incompetent husband who can't pay his rent.

"No, Mrs. Matsushita..."

Natsume Fanyu tried to shrink back, but there was a wall behind him, and he had nowhere left to retreat.

He is clearly an exorcist.

According to the normal script, he should be surrounded by evil spirits, in grave danger, and struggling on the brink of life and death every day.

But why...?

The greatest danger always comes from...

Thinking of this, his gaze involuntarily shifted down an inch, then he abruptly pulled it back.

That broad and generous heart that makes you want to bury your head in it and never come out again...

At that moment, it was rising and falling gently with the landlady's breathing, less than five centimeters from the tip of his nose.

No.

If this continues, there's a chance that passion will run wild and things might go wrong.

Natsume Fanyu took a deep breath.

Silently recite in your mind:

"The Supreme Star, ever adaptable."

"To exorcise evil spirits and protect one's life."

"Wisdom is clear and bright, the mind is at peace..."

Within three seconds, my mind was as still as water.

In critical moments, the wisdom of our ancestors still comes in handy.

But what if the founder knew...

He used the Taoist supreme secret technique he had passed down—the Mind Purification Mantra—to refuse his landlady's advances...

He'll probably be rewarded with "ascension to immortality" directly.

But no matter what, it has been passed down.

And just then...

The landlady, Ayano Matsushita, suddenly shivered.

Her body went limp, and she lost her balance, involuntarily falling into Natsume Fanyu's arms.

The soft, full flesh pressed against his chest through the thin shirt.

Purification Mantra...

He almost lost his composure on the spot.

Natsume Fanyu froze, but instead of immediately pushing away the landlady, he frantically screamed in his mind.

"Okusan, yame-ro..."

"The landlady was just joking with me."

The heartfelt words fell.

The invisible blade that was almost at Matsushita Ayano's neck stopped at the last moment.

"snort."

A cold snort, audible only to him, came from the void.

With dissatisfaction.

It also carries a tiny bit of...sourness.

Sensing "her" emotions, Natsume Fanyu felt a little helpless, but also breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just as he was about to help the landlady up.

Outside the firm.

Suddenly, a cold female voice, filled with disdain and disgust, rang out.

"hentai..."

If Dou Aimu, a hardcore anime/manga fan, were present, she would definitely kneel down upon hearing this voice.

Then, she devoutly kissed the toes of the voice's owner, only to be kicked away.

But isn't this also a kind of reward?

The image involuntarily flashed into Natsume Fanyu's mind, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

There were seventeen or eighteen men in black suits standing at the entrance of the firm.

They were all burly men, wearing sunglasses, with bulging waists.

They look like the kind of "professional team" you'd see in a gangster movie.

And standing at the very front of them was a young girl.

She wore an elegant kimono embroidered with spider lilies, the sash cinched so tightly that her waist was slender enough to be encircled by a single hand.

However, the hem of the dress widens abruptly downwards, tucking the curves of the hips and legs into the draping fabric.

The dozen or so thugs in suits behind her looked like mere backdrops against her brightly colored outfit; even their toughest physiques became paper tigers.

She stood alone at the front, as if she were leading a group of shadows out.

"This is..."

Natsume Fanyu recognized her.

Jinguji Rin.

The only daughter of the Jinguji family.

The heir to one of the three major powers in Tokyo's underworld.

The daughter of a powerful figure.

The genuine kind.

At this moment, the yakuza heiress was looking down at Natsume Bonyu with the same look one would give someone looking at kitchen waste.

Then, she expressionlessly gave her orders to her subordinates:

"Throw him into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish."

Two men in black immediately stepped forward.

The speed of their actions clearly indicated that this was not the first time they had executed such a command.

"Wait a minute! Miss, you've misunderstood!"

Matsushita Ayano hurriedly tried to stand up and explain.

But because of the lingering effects of the chill, her legs were still weak, and she slumped back down as soon as she stood up.

It shook heavily on Natsume Fanyu's leg.

The air in the entire office seemed to become scorching hot.

Rin Jinguji's gaze fell on Ayano Matsushita's disheveled loungewear, her flushed cheeks, and the way the two were pressed tightly together.

"Misunderstand?"

Her voice grew even colder.

"Three."

"What?" Matsushita Ayano was taken aback.

"Add three more cement buckets."

Rin Jinguji turned away, too lazy to look anymore.

The meaning is quite clear:

Originally, a cement bucket would have been enough to sink you into Tokyo Bay, but now that you're doing this, I've decided to add more without increasing the price.

"Wait, it's really not what you think..."

Matsushita Ayano frantically squirmed on his lap, trying to explain herself.

But Natsume Fanyu showed no reaction to this at this moment.

It's not because he has a calm and peaceful mind.

Rather, it's because...

His attention was entirely focused on the thing pressed tightly against Jinguji Rin's back.

That's a woman.

If we can still call them "human".

Her body was disproportionately long and thin, as if someone had grabbed her head and feet and forcibly stretched her to three times her original length.

Its limbs were bent at reverse joint angles, clinging to Jinguji Rin's body like a spider.

Her face had no features, only a mouth...

The crack ran from his forehead to his chin, and was filled with layers upon layers of teeth.

At that moment, that mouth was pressed against Jinguji Rin's ear.

Talking incessantly.

Go to hell.

Why don't you just die?

Living must be exhausting, right?

It must have been very painful, right?

It would be better if he just died.

It's easier if you die.

Die.