Look carefully, this is how realm is used!

Maintain the so-called sincerity, Shen Fuyuan guarantees it.

After a while, Bishamon, who was riding on a lion, disappeared from Shenfuyuan's sight.

"Luckily I reacted quickly."

"Yato, you owe me another favor."

When Shen Fuyuan was alone, he stopped pretending and muttered to himself casually.

If I had said something wrong just now, Bishamon might have noticed it, but fortunately nothing unexpected happened.

Takamagahara, Bishamon's castle residence.

After gathering all the divine artifacts and welcoming the new members, Bishamon lay on the sofa in his bedroom, looking as heroic as he was when he was not in the lower world, that is, on earth.

There was a rectangular table placed against the sofa wall, with a small wooden box containing medicine on it. Bishamon, who had taken the medicine, had a hint of fatigue on his face.

"Are you okay, Vina?"

Zhao Ma, who was in the same room, called Bishamon by his own nickname.

"Don't worry, this is the fate of being the master of a divine weapon."

Bishamon half-closed her eyes and her tone became exceptionally soft, a behavior she only displayed in front of her own divine weapon.

"Please let me take care of you. You've taken in too many divine artifacts. If you don't restrain yourself, it will eventually ruin your health."

Zhao Ma frowned, not quite in favor of taking in a large number of divine artifacts.

There must be more than a hundred people using Bishamon's divine tools, which is something that ordinary gods cannot do.

The artifact was a human in his previous life. Although his body has been destroyed, his soul is still there.

A divine artifact that makes a mistake will undoubtedly implicate its owner, and in serious cases, it will be like Yukine and Yato.

Zhao Ma doesn't want to repeat the historical tragedy in the future, and then he will have to ask Yato for help again.

To outsiders, Bishamon is brave and powerful, but to Zhaoma, she is just a clumsy and gentle god.

Because of this tenderness, Zhao Ma wanted to protect Bishamon even more strongly, hoping that she could relax, even for a while.

"Rather than that, have you found Yato's whereabouts?"

Bishamon, not wanting to talk any more, changed the subject.

"No, not yet."

His clenched left fist trembled for a moment, but Zhao Ma denied it without changing his expression.

He didn't let Bishamon find out, nor did he feel the slightest bit of shame.

"That guy is the God of Misfortune. He must not be allowed to live."

There was a moment of sharpness in his eyes, and Bishamon had to avenge the genocide that happened hundreds of years ago.

"Vina..."

Zhao Ma's cry was very complicated, and I don't know how many emotions it contained.

“Knock, knock—!”

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Bishamon stood up from lying down to sitting, and then let the person outside in.

The two or three meter wide solid wooden door was pushed open, and in came Luba, the pharmacist who was in charge of medical treatment and Bishamon's sacred tool.

Luba is a dark-skinned man with long gray curly hair that falls below his shoulders. The cloth tied on his forehead has several bells on it, and his clothes are in line with the simple rural style.

"The bath is ready."

Lu Ba, who was standing at the door, spoke up to inform.

"Always bothering you, Luba."

Bishamon breathed a sigh of relief. She was burdened with too much pressure. In addition to taking medicine every day, she also needed to take a bath to relieve stress. Luba was responsible for all the work of taking medicine and bathing.

With ample sunlight shining down, the vast pool reflects the light, beautiful lotus flowers bloom on the water surface, and various green plants decorate the surrounding rocky areas.

As Bishamon took a bath, he felt the water wrapping around him, and the pressure on his body showed signs of easing.

Not far away, beside the rocks, Luba, with his back to the gods, was pounding medicine for making a medicinal bath.

"Lord Bishamon, I heard an interesting rumor."

"After a meeting, Zhao Ma left the castle for no apparent reason. Do you remember?"

Lu Ba did not delay in pounding the medicine and said.

"Oh, there is such a thing."

Bishamon, who closed his eyes to rest, obviously didn't take it to heart.

"Do you know where he went?"

"I heard they went to cleanse the clown, and they were helping Yatoshin."

Luba said jokingly, his eyes fixed on the work at hand.

"How can it be."

Bishamon opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

In the family, Bishamon trusts Zhaoma the most, not to mention that Zhaoma is the sign that guides him forward, so his trust in him is very deep.

How could the trust between each other be shattered because of some unreliable rumors?

"Yeah, that's impossible."

Lu Ba laughed along, as if it was just a casual remark in a casual chat, but whether it was really so or not, only he himself knew.

Xiaofu's family.

"I'm back, and I brought you some snacks."

"Hey, Hiyori, you're here too, let's eat together."

After taking off his shoes, Shen Fuyuan walked into the reception room and placed the snack box on the table.

"Ooooooh! Have a snack!"

Yato, who was lying on his side on the tatami, immediately turned over and rushed towards the snack box.

"Hello Mr. Shenfu, thank you for your kindness."

"But I have to go home. Sorry."

Iki Hiyori, who did not become a half-demon and was active as a real person, apologized after thanking her.

"That's unlucky."

"Yato, I met Bishamon and she asked about your whereabouts."

Looking at Ye Dou who was eating voraciously, Shen Fuyuan suddenly revealed something.

"Well--!"

The unexpected words made Yato excited, and he choked on the cookies and puffs. He then beat his chest quickly and swallowed them desperately.

"Eh?!"

"How do you respond to the Talisman?"

The people of Iki Hiyori didn't leave either, and all the attention was focused on them.

"This one sold for 100,000 yuan."

Shen Fuyuan gave the answer in a tone that was not worth mentioning.

Chapter 29: On the Price of Night Fights

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

"Huh... I almost thought I was dead!"

Due to Yato's strong desire to survive, he narrowly avoided becoming a god who choked to death while eating snacks.

"Sell Yato's information for 100,000 yuan!"

"why is it like this!"

Iki Hiyori couldn't believe it and screamed with her hands on her head. She never thought that Shenfu Yuan would betray Yato.

"Damn it, I misjudged you!"

"My night fight is worth 100,000 yuan?"

Yato, holding up a half-eaten puff with cream on the corner of his mouth, began to condemn.

"Hey! Yato, you're missing the point!"

An anxious Iki Hiyori retorted.

It's such a long time now, and you still care about the price.

"That's right, Yato isn't actually worth the price. I hope Bishamon won't hold it against me afterwards."

"Asshole! Don't underestimate the gods!"

Shen Fuyuan, who was serious about it, and Yadou, who retorted.

"No, there's no hope."

Faced with the two people who were unaware of the seriousness of the situation, Iki Hiyori gave up completely, and the color of her body seemed to turn gray.

"Stop teasing little Hiyori."

"Calm down, Hikaru. If Yorujin told Bisha, she would have killed him long ago with her hatred for Sayoto."

Xiaofu, who had just answered a call from Xueyin, came to the reception room and comforted him.

"...It seems so."

The dull eyes regained their luster, and Iki Hiyori, who was awakened, reacted and found that something was indeed wrong.

Putting aside the fate of the divine talisman, Yato was not serious from the beginning to the end.

"Yadou, you knew it from the beginning!"

Iki Hiyori gritted his teeth, and his feet seemed to want to kick something.

"Yeah. I know."

Yato, who was paying attention to the diversion, nodded in agreement very straightforwardly.

"Hate it! I'm ignoring you guys!"

Iki Hiyori realized that she was being fooled, and with a puffed-up face, she picked up her packed schoolbag and went straight home.

"Be careful on the road."

Xiaofu smiled and waved, bidding farewell to Iki Hiyori.

"It's really cute."

Shen Fuyuan supported his cheek with one hand, with obvious pleasure.

His jokes were taken seriously by Iki Hiyori, but also reflected her concern for Yato.

"Of course, Hiyori is my believer."

Yato agreed and didn't forget to eat his snacks, still moving at a reckless pace, not learning any lessons from the accident.

"Yato-chan, Yukine called and said she'll be back late."

Xiaofu said as he sat down.

"Kids nowadays are not like they used to be. Shouldn't they go home obediently at a certain time?"