Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Jiji!"

Upon seeing the silver-haired girl's dozen or so remaining evil spirits, they were even more terrified, as if hell was right in front of them. They immediately tumbled and crawled, turning into wisps of gray mist and fleeing to the other side of the road.

"Snapped!"

However, with a similar snap of fingers as before, the branches trembled, and dozens of white owls with shimmering patterns, like predators spotting field mice, swooped down from the treetops, each crashing into a misty evil spirit. Wherever they passed, all the filth vanished into thin air, leaving only the faint echoes of the mice's screams.

"11:

10. "Kallen-chan, I won! Remember to lend me your new game console."

Under the bright moonlight, the goddess of wisdom, sitting on a branch and gently swinging her feet, teases the gray owl that has landed on her arm while laughing and talking to her rival next door.

"puff!"

Seeing that the surrounding evil spirits had been completely eliminated, Samael, who was in charge of finishing up, exerted a little force with his five fingers, and the evil spirit that had been lifted stopped struggling, exploded with a bang, turned into green smoke, and scattered with the wind.

However, in an instant, the local tyrant, who had already figured out where the ghost came from, turned his face dark and looked at the church saint walking towards him, complaining in annoyance.

"Karen, your old man is slacking off again! How many times have I told you, the evil spirits in the outsiders' cemetery need to be cleaned up regularly. And I'll tell that guy to stop thinking about his Mapo Tofu recipe all the time! As a priest, at least do some of the proper things you're supposed to do!"

Fuyuki is a relatively open city, and many foreigners have settled here.

Due to different customs, their weddings and funerals differ from those in the local area.

Therefore, many foreign Christians, after their death, generally choose to follow their national traditions and entrust their funeral arrangements to Kotomine Church, one of the two leading funeral service providers in Fuyuki City.

As for the other leader in the funeral industry, it is naturally the local group of monks from Ryudong Temple.

Both sides had each claimed their own territory and had always kept to themselves.

Therefore, the area near the Fuyuki Church is a well-known cemetery for outsiders.

Where the dead gather, filth and evil spirits inevitably proliferate, especially in a place like Fuyuki City where ether is abundant, the probability of this happening is off the charts.

In theory, if the church handles it regularly, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

However, the current head of the Fuyuki Church is an unreliable oddball. Not only does he usually slack off, but he also prefers studying recipes to his actual Bible studies.

Sure enough, after a while, some trouble inevitably arose.

"If you have a problem with him, go find him yourself. Besides, when it comes to being irresponsible, who can compare to you?"

However, faced with her godfather's scolding, Karen raised her eyelids, glanced disdainfully at the savior who had abandoned his post, and gave a light snort.

"Forget it, at least your old man doesn't die while researching recipes. Let's just have the church replace him and send him back to Italy to sell Mapo Tofu as soon as possible."

Samael waved his hand helplessly, clearly having given up hope on this increasingly degenerate disciple.

At this moment, after a long period of mental lapse, the nun, who had finally regained some clarity, shook her dizzy head and looked at the now-silent station park, muttering incredulously.

"Is this settled?"

"not yet……"

Unexpectedly, the man in front shook his head slightly, then looked around and fixed his gaze on an ordinary spot under the lamplight, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"Where are you hiding? Come out here!"

In an instant, a cold snort arose, and the ancient snake's free right hand reached out and grasped at the lamplight.

hum!

Suddenly, a thick, inky black mist was forcibly pulled out from the shadows under the lamppost.

"Roar!"

Seemingly realizing that there was no way to avoid it, the thick black mist coalesced into a strange bird with the head of an ape, the body of a fox, the feet of a tiger, and the tail of a snake, and roared as it pounced on the two weakest beings present.

Holy crap, you filthy god! How come they even have this kind of thing?!

The female cultivator, who had just recovered, felt the eerie spiritual pressure rushing towards her, and her legs cramped and her scalp tingled. She felt like crying but had no tears.

Since it is called a defiled god, it is naturally related to the god.

Japanese Shintoism has a long tradition of believing that all things possess spirits and devoutly worshipping supernatural beings.

Generally speaking, every flower and tree can have a spirit, and every mountain and river can be a god.

Therefore, there is a saying in this land that there are "eight million gods".

Although the quality is lacking, the quantity is definitely enough.

However, with a large number of people, disputes over faith and territory become inevitable and quite fierce.

Therefore, amidst constant battles and conflicts, countless supernatural beings regarded as "gods" perished in the long river of history.

Their fragments of souls are scattered across the land of Japan.

Under almost every inch of soil lie the remains of so-called "gods".

If the intense resentment of a dead god lingers, and a sliver of its intelligence is revived under the nourishment of filth, then it is called a "filthy god".

Even if we don't know which unlucky soul is haunting us from some remote corner, the fact that it has the word "god" in its name means it's not something an ordinary person can handle, okay?

The nun was filled with grief and indignation, and her heart was filled with sorrow and resentment.

If I had known that this damn Fuyuki City was so dangerous, I would have just spread my legs wide.

So what if he's a bald, 60-year-old man with a lot of fat and wrinkles? He can just close his eyes, grit his teeth, and get through it.

Now look what's happened! She insisted on pretending to be a chaste and virtuous woman, only to end up risking her own life.

Why am I so miserable!

"Chirp!"

However, just as a woman was muttering to herself with vacant eyes, a mournful bird cry rang out nearby, almost piercing her eardrums. This startled the female nun who was squatting on the ground, wallowing in self-pity, and she instinctively looked up.

In a somewhat hazy vision, the air before me vibrated, and the golden light that swept across the scene wove into a beautiful shape resembling angel wings. At the center of the light patterns, a figure raised its right hand, casually pinching the essence of the corrupted god.

The man with the long neck was elegant and noble, his body like a jewel, as if he were an angel who had fallen from heaven and descended to earth.

But the next moment, a ferocious and violent look tore through that elegant disguise.

"It's the middle of the night, and you're yelling like that! It sounds awful! You know that?!"

Samael rubbed his slightly itchy ear with one hand, and with the other hand he swung the blind, lunging evil god, smashing it wildly left and right as if it were a meteor hammer.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Instantly, the earth trembled, and fragments of stone bricks flew everywhere, creating craters several meters wide.

"Chirp~! Chirp chirp..."

Accompanied by the mournful cries of birds, feathers formed from black mist, stained with dark flesh and blood, flew everywhere, like scattered mud, splattering all over the field.

Soon, the previously aggressive evil god was reduced to a state resembling a slaughterhouse, with almost no good flesh remaining on its body. Beneath the torn skin, stark white bones and misty internal organs were revealed, sending chills down one's spine.

"Disturbing the peace in the middle of the night, really, don't they have any sense of public morality!"

Samael spat at the filthy god, who was lying half-dead and battered in the deep pit, and then stepped forward and stomped on him without any politeness.

"boom!"

In an instant, the head of this newly revived "god" exploded, and its body disintegrated inch by inch, turning into countless firefly-like spiritual particles that scattered in all directions.

Is this an angel?

It's a demon, isn't it?

The female monk stared at the cratered, bloody slaughterhouse before her, her body trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, the figure before him, revealing the violent side deep within, stretched his limbs with ease, glanced at three places, and hummed lazily.

"I've had my fun. There are three little ones left. One is in the pond, and the other two are hidden behind the trees. You can take them and play with them yourselves, just remember not to let them escape."

"Old rules!"

At the same time, the two silver-haired girls, one big and one small, met each other's gazes, nodded in tacit agreement, and ran towards the three hiding places in unison. They successively dragged out three evil gods whose black mist was relatively thin, dragged them into the grove without saying a word, and gave them a good beating.

In an instant, the ground rumbled and trembled, leaves rustled and fell, and the screams of wild bulls, vicious dogs, and foxes rose and fell.

The tragic scene was so heartbreaking that it brought tears to the eyes of all who saw it and saddened all who heard it.

But it doesn't matter.

The female nun and the office lady, squatting on the ground, had empty eyes and unconsciously twitching facial muscles, occasionally revealing expressions that were neither smiling nor crying.

Clearly, they were numb.

In Japan, the act of killing gods is not incomprehensible.

But to catch the evil gods and treat them like rabbits, beating up four of them at once, isn't that just too outrageous?

And God!

Wasn't it supposed to be very rare? How come it's as common as cabbage in this godforsaken place like Fuyuki City?

Under the layers of shock, the two, whose worldviews had completely collapsed, stared blankly.

"Click..."

It wasn't until a sudden pain shot through her ankle, and the dislocated bone was straightened, that the office lady snapped out of her daze and looked in astonishment at the man kneeling in front of her, adjusting her bone.

At this moment, Samael, who was squatting on the ground, looked at the two night owls in front of him. They were beautiful, elegant, and had the air of wives. They also had their signature single-shoulder ponytails neatly styled. He couldn't help but complain.

"Madam, your hairstyles are dangerous. It's so late at night, you shouldn't be running around like that."

The one-shoulder side ponytail is a legendary hairstyle that bears the world's malice and has the highest mortality rate among women.

If we add the "wife" attribute as well...

Yes, they were basically the first to be sacrificed to the heavens.

No wonder they attracted a group of evil spirits and unclean gods late at night, chasing them all over the streets.

Who are you calling "wife"? I'm not married yet! You jerk!

Upon hearing the exclusive address used for married women, the indignant female monk was about to speak, but as her gaze fell upon the pool of unidentified liquid behind the man and the deep craters resembling the surface of the moon, she swallowed hard, her throat bobbing, and she gave a stiff smile, nodding tremblingly as if she were truly an obedient and shy married woman.

It seems a bit too powerful.

Samael, who was good at reading people, immediately realized that his outburst had probably left a considerable psychological scar on the two ladies. While quietly offering them emotional support and calming their emotions, he shifted his gaze to the suspiciously large handbag on the office lady's shoulder and casually started a conversation to divert their attention.

"By the way, madam, this bag looks very heavy. Why are you taking it with you when you're fleeing for your life?"

"Of course I can't lose it! These are all proof of my existence!"

Under the combined effect of emotional comfort and a change of topic, the office lady, whose mood had been soothed, unconsciously hugged her handbag, looking quite serious.

Seeing the serious look on this office lady's face, Samael couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Proof of existence? What's inside?"

"Look, it's all here!"

Immediately, the office lady put down her heavy handbag and mysteriously unzipped it.

Now not only Samael, but even the nun next to him couldn't help but become interested and leaned closer to take a look.

What came into view were certificates with gold lettering.

After obtaining permission, Samael reached out and flipped through the documents, only to find that the types and contents of the certificates were all over the place.

Accounting certificate, legal scrutinizer certificate, TOEFL

IC certificate, boiler engineer certificate, interior designer certificate, nail technician certificate, pufferfish chef certificate...

There are even professional level assessment certificates for traditional talents such as dance, flower arranging, and tea ceremony, as well as general skills such as piano, swimming, archery, and aikido...

The two men glanced at the height and weight of the bag and roughly estimated that it contained various documents, some numbering in the dozens.

Is the Japanese housewife industry really this lucrative?

Samael gave the research fanatic in front of him a strange look and muttered to himself.

So, you were carrying this thing that weighs over ten kilograms and running after me?

The female cultivator, however, focused her attention on another aspect and was equally astonished.

However, based on these various certificates, the two also learned the name of the married woman who was known as the "King of Scrolls".

The new moon shines on the sun...

Previously, this married woman had taken these exaggerated documents to the outskirts of Xindu for a job interview, but due to a mishap, she missed the bus and was unfortunately haunted by evil spirits.

But this name sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before?