In the world of Zongman, the ruthless monks just want to play badly

Seeing the girl's empty bowl without even a grain of rice left, Bai Li took it naturally and then filled it with a full bowl of rice for her.

This is the fourth time I have added rice.

At first, Xiangzi was a little embarrassed and wanted to maintain her image as a lady, but her hands had their own ideas.

She ate up a whole plate of fish-flavored eggplants.

This is because she can’t eat spicy food very well, otherwise the other two dishes would hardly have escaped the disaster.

But humans have their limits after all.

After finishing four bowls of rice, Xiangzi put down his chopsticks contentedly and clasped his hands together:

"Thanks for the treat! Dinner tonight was just as delicious!"

Looking at the empty plate, the girl blushed, "Um, did you eat a little too much...?"

Chapter 12 The First Commission

"No, it's okay."

For a chef, an empty plate is a sign of recognition from the diner.

Bai Li suggested: "If it's not enough, I can go to the kitchen and make a few more dishes."

“I’m already full~”

Toyokawa Shoko's smile was a little shy. Only here, only with someone, could she get a moment of rest and find her former carefree self.

Bai Li did not force it and chatted with the girl for a while. The latter offered to help clean up the dishes.

Eating for free is already very ungraceful, and you can't ask the host to clean up the dishes too.

Originally, for this kind of finishing work, with a cleaning spell, even the most greasy dishes and chopsticks would become brand new.

But seeing the girl's eager eyes, as if she couldn't wait to do something for him, Bai Li did not refuse.

She tied her long hair into a neat ponytail, put on the scarf hanging on the wall, washed the used dishes and pans, and cleaned the entire kitchen.

After doing all this, Xiangzi said goodbye.

Bai Li saw her out and watched her until she returned to the old house across the street before turning around and going back to his room.

……

Perhaps because of this visit, the relationship between the two gradually became closer over the following days.

Because we lived close to each other and went to the same school, we would always meet at the tram stop every day.

Xiangzi would take the initiative to greet him, but would not exchange too many pleasantries. When riding the tram, he would always use his body as a shield to block the gazes of the nymphomaniacs for Baili.

Like a dutiful knight, he shields Her Royal Highness the Princess from all external covetousness.

...Although this kind of protection always makes Bai Li feel weird, he doesn't care much.

Because there are more troublesome things waiting for him to deal with.

Sixth floor, club activity room.

Looking at the pile of applications for joining the company in front of me, a rough glance shows that there are at least one or two hundred of them, most of them are from girls.

Bai Li couldn't help but sigh.

Since the establishment of the Supernatural Research Society, there have been few real commissions, but there have been a lot of fanatical harassment.

Some even went so far as to come directly to the door, shyly saying that they might have been possessed by evil spirits recently and urgently needed a powerful exorcist to help their bodies break the curse...

This plan was too ambitious and was flatly rejected by Bai Li.

...Come to think of it, Goto-san seems to be very busy lately. Could he be harassed too?

I'd better ask another day.

Thinking of this, Bai Li leaned back in the soft chair and just stretched when there was a knock on the door.

"Um...Excuse me, is anyone there?"

The visitor had blonde hair down to her waist, and her pretty face looked a little haggard at the moment.

"Miura-san?"

Bai Li raised his eyebrows and straightened up.

In his perception, the girl in front of him was surrounded by a faint black aura, and her situation was almost the same as that of Goto Ichiri who had encountered a ghost before.

After waiting for so long, a real one finally arrived.

Yumiko Miura sat down on the chair in front of him. Dark circles could be seen under her pretty facial features, and her face was full of fatigue, as if she had not had a good rest.

"I heard that Baili is very interested in urban legends and the like..."

The girl bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before continuing, "In the past two days, I've always felt that there seems to be an invisible person in my home."

The refrigerator door always opens inexplicably, the curtains I opened before going out are tightly closed when I get home, and the things I put in the bathroom occasionally change positions strangely...

These are small details that can be easily overlooked if you don't pay attention, but when you discover them, they make you feel a chill down your spine.

Yumiko Miura had called the police, but after a careful search, the police did not find any traces of outsiders in the house and everything seemed normal.

I thought it was just my illusion...

But when she woke up this morning, Yumiko Miura found a strange bloody handprint on her ankle.

It wasn't a mark left by someone holding her, but more like a natural birthmark that almost blended into her skin.

As a girl living alone, one can imagine how she felt when she suddenly encountered such a supernatural event.

Unfortunately, her parents are both abroad and will not be back until next month, so it would be difficult for her to find someone to discuss it with.

Feeling at a loss, Yumiko Miura suddenly remembered the conversation she had with her friends some time ago.

Bai Li is very interested in topics related to ghost stories and has even set up a special club. Perhaps he has an idea?

However, after actually arriving at the Supernatural Research Club and recounting the strange events that had happened to her, Yumiko Miura felt a little regretful.

It is also possible that he founded the Supernatural Research Society simply because he was a fan of strange stories.

It’s true that Baili is very handsome... but being handsome can’t make a living, and you can’t make evil spirits bow down to you. What if you get him into trouble?

It's better to ask at a shrine or temple...

Thinking of this, Miura Yumiko was about to say goodbye and leave, but the boy in front of her knocked on the table lightly.

"I have a general understanding of the situation. If you don't mind, could you please let me see the bloody handprint?"

"Ah... ah?"

Yumiko Miura was a little hesitant, but she had clearly taken the initiative to come and entrust the matter, and now she just left. It felt like it was too much.

I just nodded and said, "Of course it's okay."

But this presents a problem.

In order to cover the bloody handprints on her ankles, Yumiko Miura is wearing black over-the-knee socks.

And I also deliberately chose a style with a higher D number.

Since we want Bai Li to see the bloody handprint, we must take off our socks.

But taking off socks in front of the opposite sex...

What should I do if I always feel ashamed?

Yumiko Miura's pretty face turned slightly red and her eyes began to avoid him.

She seemed to have completely forgotten that there were other options like "ask Baili to turn around" or "leave for a while and go to the bathroom to take off your socks". After a difficult psychological struggle, she bent down silently.

First, a pair of black round-toed leather shoes.

As if because they had lost protection, the girl's toes wrapped in 120D over-the-knee socks curled up uneasily, but soon stretched out.

Miura Yumiko breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the edge of her socks, and slowly pulled them down.

I will not go into the unnecessary details for now.

The only flaw was a scarlet handprint on the girl's ankle that seemed to be deeply embedded in the skin, destroying all the beauty and mixed with undisguised malice, which looked very ominous.

"...Bai Li, haven't you seen it yet?"

Yumiko Miura felt her face was incredibly hot.

more importantly……

[I just took a shower yesterday and changed my socks this morning. So... there shouldn't be any smell, right?]

[But the leather shoes are very stuffy, maybe it’s just me who can’t smell them?]

Chapter 13: The Weak and Beautiful Boy

"Hold on."

Bai Li reached out and gently tapped the bloody handprint on the girl's ankle.

The bloody handprint does carry a strong sense of yin and resentment. It is a mark or a curse.

Just like some criminals who are confident in themselves will send a warning letter to the victim before committing a crime, telling you clearly, "You are already in my sights."

Judging from the breath alone, the evil spirit that left this handprint should be the strongest evil spirit he has ever encountered.

However, it's not a big problem.

Bai Li had no intention of taking advantage. His mentality was more like that of a doctor facing a female patient, focusing mainly on the symptoms.

But Yumiko Miura's face was still very red.

Ever since she entered primary school, even her father hasn't touched her feet again.

The intense feeling of shame was secondary. In order to prevent herself from making any strange noises, Yumiko bit her lips tightly, using the pain to warn herself that she must endure it! She must endure it!

After confirming the aura of the bloody handprint, Bai Li passed a wisp of spiritual power over.

Just like the frost and snow just melting, the breath left by the unknown evil spirit was easily crushed by the spiritual power as scorching as the bright sun.

Ever since being marked by the bloody handprint, Youmiko has been feeling drowsy and powerless, and has also felt a little chilly, which are similar to the symptoms of a severe cold.