I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Of course, when Hojo Shugo did not show up, the guests of the social office were the fighting kids.

The first guest was Takeshi Miyazaki, and the second was Ryunosuke Kaminagi.

"This guy is really badly injured. His meridians are all broken."

Listening to the doctor's words, the cold-faced man showed no worry or anger, and only asked, "Can he be saved?"

"Yes, it will take some time to recover."

After receiving this affirmative answer, Kaminagi Soutarou did not stay here any longer. Holy wings emerged from his back, and he returned to the outside of the main hall where the gods gathered.

Round tables have been set up, with exquisite pastries on them, and the familiar gods are whispering about who to choose.

This time, the battle at Inariyama was not broadcast live like the last time.

Since the people fighting were the Goshichi family and the Nohara Shrine, it would obviously be inappropriate to broadcast it live to the public.

Kaminagi Soutarou returned to his table with a sullen face.

"Haha, did your family lose?"

Jian Ju on the opposite side laughed. Even though she was here, she could still sense the fluctuations of spiritual pressure and Dharma thoughts in the mountains.

Understand who wins and who loses.

Kaminagi Soutarou didn't bother to pay attention to the other party. He sat in his seat with his eyes lowered.

Jian Ju didn't care about being ignored. He bumped his right shoulder against Bai Shi next to him and said, "You are such a bad boy. You actually hid it from me. Why didn't you tell me earlier that they had reached the fourth realm?"

Bai Shi had an innocent expression on his face. "Last time when we were drinking in Sensoji Temple, I told you that Gui Longyuan was trying to use the bronze man formation to break through the fourth level there. You didn't remember it yourself."

"Oh, really?" Jian Ju thought about it, as if he had said it, but also as if he had not said it.

She tried to recall the memory, but her attention was suddenly drawn to the movement in the mountains. Her face turned angry and she cursed, "Jubei is such a loser. I'm going to teach him a lesson when I get back!"

After saying this, the person disappeared from his seat.

Shiraishi shook his head, holding up the tea, thinking that there was no need to worry about Kiryuin and Kamanagi.

Only Jun Komori is left.

……

The autumn woods are covered with a layer of white frost, reflecting the bright sunshine, shining like gems.

The girl with short hair covering her ears exhaled a breath of cold air. Her hair, eyebrows, and even the clothes on her body were snow-white, like a snow girl who came down from the snowy mountains.

This is the aftermath of the frost flow.

Makiriko put away the pale blade and looked forward with her golden eyes. The frozen Yagyu Jubei disappeared.

After all, I couldn't hide it from my elders.

Forget it. As long as no one says anything to stop it, it means that the higher-ups allow such behavior to happen.

"Mr. Makiriko is so amazing!" "Yes, those people can't even be compared with you."

The surrounding priestesses and priests broke the thin ice one after another and gathered around her. Amidst the compliments, her expression did not change much. She just stared at the dirtied ice from people's feet and sighed slightly in her heart.

The flattery of these people is like traces on ice, full of dirty thoughts.

Maki Lizi never craves compliments from others. A truly strong person does not need any fame to embellish him.

Just be absolutely strong.

What's more, these people's compliments to her were not sincere, but were simply due to the influence of Fushimi Inari Taisha.

If she really lost one day, they would probably laugh in their hearts.

Thinking of those things, Makiriko did not answer and walked towards the Senbon Torii with a cold face.

There were already quite a few people waiting under the vermilion torii.

The blonde girl, the tall black-haired man, the tall and fat priest...

A hint of surprise appeared on Makiriko's cold expression, and she asked, "Has the Fujiwara not decided the winner yet?"

"Humph, Xiaosen will definitely win."

Guilongyuan Meisai replied confidently.

"Haha, that may not be the case. Fujiwara Yuo is not an ordinary shrine maiden. The most terrifying thing about the ritual of offering sacrifices to gods is that she imitates gods and possesses power that is no less than that of the real gods."

As the tall and fat priest spoke, he reached into the potato chip bag, took out a handful of chips and stuffed them into his mouth. Many of the chip crumbs fell on the corners of his mouth or on his collar.

Gui Longyuan Meiya's attention was drawn, and she asked in surprise: "What brand of potato chips are these?

There are so many in one bag!"

Nine-tenths of those potato chips she bought at the supermarket were air, and she could only smell them.

"Well, my family is a company that produces snacks, and these potato chips were specially made for me."

The tall and fat priest replied.

Guilongyuan Meisai said angrily: "You can only eat this much, but you sell us so few potato chips!"

"I can't help it. This is an industry regulation. If I install too many, my peers will accuse me of destroying the market."

Yoneda Junpei answered confidently, "Besides, if you want to eat enough, you can buy a few more bags. Extraordinary people are not short of money."

"Is this about money? I want chips!"

Kiryuin Misae clenched her fists.

If she wins the lottery in the next round, she will definitely deal with this fat guy on behalf of the majority of potato chip consumers.

Junpei Yoneda thought for a moment, took out a bag, and asked, "Do you want one?"

"want!"

Guilongyuan Meiya nodded repeatedly. She also wanted to try what a bag of so many potato chips tasted like.

Junpei Yoneda smiled and said, "I'll give you a bag. I rarely meet girls who like to eat potato chips."

"Thank you."

Kiryuin Misaya's face was all smiles.

"You..." Rin Kaminagi didn't continue speaking because there were outsiders present.

I'm going to teach her a lesson when I get back, but she was actually bribed by a bag of potato chips.

Now she was more worried about the other side.

His amber eyes looked towards the south, his brows furrowed slightly, it had taken too long.

……

"Hahaha!"

The arrogant laughter echoed in the mountains and forests. Fujiwara Yuo completely lost his previous cold and elegant appearance and became a little crazy.

He held a huge black sickle and waved it in the air.

With just a slight wave, the trees protected by the barrier broke immediately.

The inner ghost can't even get close to the other party.

As soon as he gets close, the dark aura on the opponent's body will wrap around him, and that kind of unspeakable madness will affect Jun Komori's way of thinking through the inner demon.

After suffering a loss for the first time, Jun Komori did not fight head-on. Instead, he merged his body into the flames of the inner demon and dodged through the woods, hoping to consume Fujiwara Amao's strength.

She didn't believe that Fujiwara Yuo could always maintain her excellent condition.

Reality slapped her hard in the face.

The opponent's condition showed no signs of deterioration. Instead, it became stronger and stronger as the pursuit continued.

If this continues, I might not even be able to escape.

"I just like prey like you that run around everywhere. It feels better to hunt you!"

Fujiwara Yuo stepped on the black air, as if playing on the ice rink. He rushed forward and swung a huge sickle at the heart demon on the tree.

In an instant, the heart ghost's flames no longer dodged, and chose to rush towards her, avoiding the sickle. The flames split into several arrows and pierced Fujiwara Yuo's body.

"Haha!" She laughed, and the black gas that permeated her body spontaneously caught up with the inner ghost flame.

The black gas is the embodiment of her Dharma thoughts. It looks light and thin, and cannot block anything, but in fact it can block anything for her.

Jun Komori also understood this, and he feinted several flames to avoid the black air and turned into a fire storm outside the opponent's body.

A whirlwind of fire more than ten meters high was swirling around the mountains.

"A mere trifle!" Fujiwara no Yuo was not afraid of such a large target at all. With a swing of the huge sickle, the curtain of fire was torn apart.

There is another layer blocking the way ahead.

Jun Komori adopted the strategy of the last member of the Senju clan and maximized the inner demon.

It enveloped Fujiwara Amae layer by layer, and used the characteristics of the inner ghost to influence, no, it would be more appropriate to say that it provoked.

She wanted to make the other person more and more crazy, until he would lose all his rationality.

This kind of fighting style can be said to be a lose-lose situation. Every attack of Fujiwara Yuo will have an impact on the inner ghost, thus affecting her thoughts.

Now it depends on whose will can persist to the end.

If she had a choice, Jun Komori wouldn't want to work so hard, but she had no choice.

Fujiwara Yuo looked at the layer upon layer of flames, which seemed like they would never be able to move forward, and he began to feel angry.

Junya Komori inevitably became angry and wanted to gather all his strength to go all in.

Victory or defeat depends on fate!

That thought is so tempting, just like a man trying to quit masturbation seeing someone in the group constantly posting pictures of various women.

It makes me itch.

Jun Komori could only try his best to suppress it, and then continue to input that emotion back to Fujiwara Yuo.

Thus, a vicious cycle was born.

……

"Ahhhh!"

More black energy emanated from Fujiwara no Amao, and he could not even speak human words, as brutality and madness swept through his mind.

Anyone who appears in front of her will be attacked.

Jun Komori wasn't feeling well either. His brain was affected by the madness of the sickle. He bit his lips so hard that the flesh on his lower lip was almost bitten off. He was unaware and just kept fighting.

Let’s see who can’t bear it first.

"Roar!" Fujiwara Yuo finally collapsed, raised his head and roared, black energy spread out in all directions, defeating the demonic fire in his heart that surrounded him.

Her eyes turned extremely scarlet and drool flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth like a hungry beast.

When he was stared at, all the madness in Jun Komori's brain was scared away, as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head in the dead of winter, and his whole body became cold.

"Roar!" Fujiwara Yuo roared softly, and the surface of his body began to crack, with blood gushing out.

She didn't care at all. Instead, the severe pain made her even more excited. She kicked her feet and rushed forward.

Jun Komori tried to summon his inner ghost to defend himself, but his brain suddenly felt an intense stinging pain and his face instantly lost color.

There was no panic in those wine-red eyes.

She had already won when the other party lost his mind.

"What a headache," a charming voice sounded. Fujiwara Yuo was hit on the back of the neck and fell forward. She was hugged by a hand. "If it becomes like this, she has already lost."

Fujiwara Ryugen hugged his niece.

"Thank you," Jun Komori bowed and walked towards the Thousand Torii Gates holding the lotus-shaped lamp in his hand.

ps: As a full-time writer like me, I dare not wait until the last book is finished before starting a new one. I have to make plans early and make a seamless connection. The following is an original new book with the same theme. I hope you will support it.

Chapter 234: Becoming Famous Overnight

A second round of five is inevitable.

Everyone was not surprised, but they were shocked by the candidates who participated in the second round.