In Conan, the shrine is inherited

In Conan, the shrine is inherited

Author: Misfortune

Summary:

Ye Qiuxin traveled to the world of Detective Conan and became a Yin-Yang master with mysterious powers, but...

He is actually in debt of 12 million!

How to do this?

Urgent, waiting online.

Damn, I can’t wait any longer, let’s rob the winery first.

Chapter 1 I wanted to have fun, but I ended up having fun

Ye Qiuxin was confused at this moment.

Because his computer is gone.

The new Conan movie was released recently. As a Conan fan, he neither reads comics nor watches animations, but he must follow the movie every year just to see if there is anything new to enjoy - whether in the plot or outside the plot...

When he heard the news that Conan's new movie was coming out, he immediately found the resources for the 4K ultra-clear unedited version with Chinese subtitles, which was a very serious resource.

Just when the resources were downloaded, I ordered a plate of dumplings and prepared to watch it excitedly.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck us from the blue sky.

And then... no more.

"Who am I, where am I, what should I do..." Ye Qiu muttered these three soul-searching questions in a daze. The environment around him had undoubtedly changed. The computer he bought with hard-earned money turned into a water cup and a small medicine bottle.

No matter who comes, everyone will be confused!

He reached out his hand tremblingly, picked up the small medicine bottle and looked at it. It was written in Japanese. The magical thing was that he could completely understand the meaning instead of relying on guessing based on the Chinese characters inside.

sleeping pills.

"Why do I understand Japanese? What's going on with this medicine bottle?" Ye Qiuxin began to doubt his life. What effect did that bolt of lightning have?

You can't... split me into another world.

At the moment this thought came to mind, his body sank suddenly, and a stabbing pain like thousands of long needles piercing his brain suddenly emerged. Memories flooded into his mind like a tide, and his soul quickly digested them.

Ye Qiuxin is a student in Class B, Year 2 of Teitan High School.

His father is the heir of the Chinese Yin-Yang School, and his mother’s ancestor was a Japanese Yin-Yang Master. The couple run a shrine together.

Wait, did I accidentally stumble into something weird?

Ye Qiuxin's memory paused for a few seconds and then continued to flow. Then, with a "hehe" expression on his face, his memory was actually correct. The original owner's parents really had these two professions.

The original owner's father was the heir of the Chinese Yin-Yang School, but due to the arrival of the Dharma Ending Age, he did not have the qualifications to inherit the school. So he traveled across the ocean to Japan and found an heir who was also unable to practice Yin-Yang, hoping to give birth to a child with the qualifications to inherit the school.

This child is Ye Qiuxin.

Judging from the results, the original owner's parents' attempt was in vain, and they only gave birth to an ordinary child. Moreover, they did not carry any mysterious power, because they had a car accident a month and a half ago and had died long ago.

As we all know, this kind of life experience of losing both parents, carrying a mysterious heritage, and being a time traveler, almost foreshadows that the next second he will be able to open the Wushuang panel deep blue points.

But Ye Qiuxin couldn't be happy at all.

Just look at the surrounding environment and you will know: a small room, dusty windows, layers of debris piled on the floor, and a damp smell. The living space is like a homeless person's residence, not elegant at all.

"Where the hell is this?" Ye Qiuxin tried hard to look through his memories, and then he was completely stunned.

It turned out that the death of his parents quickly crushed the original owner's spirit. The original owner actually chose gambling to relieve stress. It seemed natural that he soon even put his parents' death compensation and savings into it, and even borrowed money from the Jidao to gamble.

In a blink of an eye, he was heavily in debt and his family's financial situation plummeted.

Because he couldn't pay the inheritance tax, the shrine was sealed by the government, and he had no choice but to live in this dirty and shabby little apartment.

It was not until then that the original owner suddenly woke up, but it was too late. He was unable to repay the high loan and eventually committed suicide by taking an overdose of sleeping pills one night.

Ye Qiuxin didn't know what to say. He never thought that there were such stupid people in the world.

Is gambling something that can be done casually?

The Empire's Tiger can be turned into an Empire's slot machine. You are just a high school student, not thinking about paying inheritance tax or inheriting a shrine, but you are actually thinking about borrowing money to gamble.

This is already stupid to a certain extent.

"Wait, he's dead, and I traveled through time... Then I can't be asked to pay back the loan he borrowed?" Ye Qiuxin suddenly realized this problem and gradually frowned. Suddenly, a rapid phone ring rang in his ears.

Who's calling?

Ye Qiuxin grabbed the phone, but before he could put it to his ear, a loud and extreme tongue-twisting sound came out of the receiver, "Hey, the one-month deadline is coming soon, have you prepared 12 million yen?"

"Twelve million?" Ye Qiuxin exclaimed subconsciously.

"Why are you shouting? I'm telling you, don't play dumb with me. You have seven days to prepare the money, otherwise, we in Sumiyoshi will make sure you don't suffer the consequences!" After saying these harsh words, the call was rudely hung up, leaving only the echo of a beep.

Ye Qiuxin still held the phone in his hand, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Twelve million.

How can he pay back the money?

And Sumiyoshi will...

You have to know that the current members of the Japanese Yakuza are not the seriously aging old men selling milk tea in the future. They are all ruthless characters who will turn their backs on people and sink people in Tokyo Bay at any time. If you want to escape, you may be killed in advance.

When he thought of this, Ye Qiu's scalp went numb and he felt a chill.

He bit his lower lip and tilted his head back slightly.

By the way, I’m a time traveler, so I should have a golden finger.

"system?"

"The main god space? I agree!"

Ye Qiuxin called out over and over again, saying everything he could think of, but to no avail.

Damn, there can't be no solution at all, right?

Looking for help?

The original owner's parents had extensive connections thanks to the reputation of the shrine, but the original owner had been a person who didn't care about worldly affairs since he was a child. He had no interest in running a shrine, and he didn't even know those people.

He didn't even know who to ask for help.

Ye Qiuxin picked up a newspaper and wanted to see if there was any money-making opportunity in it. What if? Maybe some thief or robbery gang buried the money somewhere.

Then isn't this an opportunity?

Judging from the date, this is news from recent days.

Ye Qiuxin read the headlines in the newspaper and became more and more surprised:

"A vehicle exploded at the Black Widow Bar near Mihua Port, killing the driver on the spot. The police believe someone planted a bomb in the car, but the murderer is still unknown."

"The Suzuki family heirloom Dark Star will be exhibited at the Beika Museum."

"The famous high school detective Kudo Shinichi solved the aquarium murder case and was hailed as the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era!"

Ye Qiuxin almost screamed when he read the news on the last page. He stood up from his chair and read the news content over and over again.

High school detective...

Kudo Shinichi...

Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei Era...

This is actually the world of "Detective Conan"!

How did he travel through time to the Conan world? Was it because he happened to be watching a Conan movie when he traveled through time?

"Depend on--"

Before he could think carefully, the next moment, his whole body fell down and lay on the small square table in front of him. His consciousness seemed to float up, and then suddenly fell into his body, as if he was jumping back and forth on the threshold of hell, dying and living again.

Knowledge poured into his mind, and his soul instantly accepted it all.

A few seconds later, Ye Qiuxin slowly raised his head, with a light of disbelief in his eyes, feeling something deep in his soul, "This is... the inheritance of the Yin-Yang Master."

The door to the millennium heritage slowly opens.

Chapter 2 Is there such a good thing?

Ye Qiuxin's soul quickly digested the inheritance.

And through the knowledge in the inheritance, he understood why this Onmyoji inheritance fell upon him.

Simply put, the plan of the original owner's parents succeeded but also failed. The Onmyoji heritage is rooted in the soul. It has always been there, but the original owner's soul energy was insufficient to accept it.

The arrival of Ye Qiuxin's soul made up for this.

It allowed him to directly meet the standards for accepting the inheritance and gain the power of the dark world.

"God is really helping me...I've picked up a huge bargain." Ye Qiu excitedly browsed the inherited knowledge, trying to see if there was any ability that could immediately teach those extremists a lesson so that they would not bother him again.

Or there is a way to pay off the debt quickly and run away.

But after a while, he raised his hand to his forehead, his face bitter, "I still need to practice."

He was happy too early.

Knowledge is knowledge, and inheritance is inheritance.

Inheritance requires practice, and only when you have practiced to a certain level can you have the ability to match it.

Moreover, the practitioners who have just started practicing are very weak. They cannot obtain an indestructible body in an instant after practicing. They are no different from ordinary people. They will still die when the time comes. It is impossible for them to deal with those extreme elements.

This is still secondary...

The most important thing is that this is the world of "Detective Conan".

What is the scariest thing in Conan's world? A brewery helicopter strafing Tokyo Tower, or Conan kicking a football and shooting a satellite?

No, neither.

It’s Kudo Shinichi’s halo of death!