Look carefully, this is how realm is used!

"Night Divination!"

Instead of the name he had been calling out, Iki Hiyori said a similar name.

While being dragged away by Izanami, Yato hears someone calling his real name.

The next moment, the scene in front of him blurred and Yato appeared in front of the wind cave.

Shinfu Yuan, Xiaofu, Bishamon and others who stayed in the human world were all surprised by Iki Hiyori.

A dilemma that even gods were at a loss for a solution was solved by such an ordinary girl.

"call--!"

Iki Hiyori unconsciously hugged Yato, and the worried Yukine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why Iki Hiyori was able to think of Yato's real name was thanks to the forehead knot at the Mini Shrine.

It is not impossible that the spellings of "dou" and "bu" may be mistaken for a time in this country.

Iki Hiyori obviously thought of this aspect.

"Again... I'm alone again..."

At the same time, Izanami in the underworld was swallowed by darkness, leaving behind words full of loneliness.

Now that Yato is alright, Kofuku lets Shinfuyuen and Daikoku return to their human forms.

Everyone involved felt a lot more relieved, at least the end of this turmoil was not entirely bad.

"Okay, go back and heal your wounds."

The embarrassed Valkyrie Bishamon showed a gentle smile. Both Yato, her and the sacred artifacts participating in the battle needed a good rest.

Everyone had no objection, so Bishamon did not remove the divine weapon and left with Yato riding on the lion-transformed Rumba.

In terms of the treatment conditions provided, Kofuku cannot compare to Bishamon, let alone Yato.

His daily residence was still someone else's house, and his land in Takama-ga-hara was simply uninhabitable.

Yukine, Iki Hiyori, and Daikoku's car were in Daikoku's car, which luckily was an off-road vehicle with a relatively large space.

"Yuan, what are you doing standing there? Go back!"

Dahei, who was about to get into the driver's seat, caught a glimpse of Shenfuyuan who had not caught up, and shouted.

"Oh, I'll come right away."

For some reason, Shen Fuyuan, who was standing on the side of the road, responded and walked towards the SUV.

After a while, the place that had become a battlefield returned to calm, and only the traces left behind proved the previous tragedy.

The activities during the day consume everyone's energy, and at night, everyone stays at home to rest.

Yato has Bishamon's people watching over him, so he doesn't need to worry at all.

After a comfortable bath, Shen Fuyuan, feeling refreshed, sat on the edge of the bed in the room.

He is not lying down to rest, he is working.

Just reversing the realm once is not enough to affect Shen Fuyuan's daily progress. His bright eyes are fixed on the item in his hand.

This is a brush. There is nothing special about its surface. I believe it would not be noticeable at all if placed in a shop selling writing brushes, calligraphy and paintings.

The brush was picked up by Shen Fuyuan from the site of the crusade. He was still in the state of using it at that time, and then he found it at a drain.

The seemingly ordinary brush actually contained an extraordinary realm. That was why Shen Fuyuan took it away and did not get on the car immediately.

I don't know what material this brush is made of, but it is very hard. No matter it is bent or smashed, it will not leave any marks.

"What exactly is it?"

Slowly turning the brush, Shen Fuyuan was lost in thought.

The God to be conquered... Sorcerer Ebisu...

"Could it be Ebisu's things... No, according to Bishamon's whispers, he was in Hades before."

"This brush comes from the underworld? Is this what Ebisu is after?"

After pondering the fate of the divine talisman step by step, a simple answer was found.

"Huangquan's items are indeed worthy of attention."

Shen Fuyuan squeezed the brush hard, but couldn't move the pen tube at all. If he had used a normal brush, he would have broken it in pieces.

Shen Fuyuan stood up, walked to the table where he usually read, and picked up the notebook on the left.

Since it looks like a pen, its function should be writing and drawing.

Shen Fuyuan casually opened a blank notebook and started writing without even touching the brush with ink.

Things that are not common sense should be used from an uncommon perspective.

This sentence can be translated as just trying, there is nothing to lose.

An amazing phenomenon occurred, and ink appeared on the blank paper as the magic talisman moved.

Soon Shen Fuyuan put down his pen and wrote the words he wanted.

Youma

Considering the warlock's ability, Shen Fuyuan moved in the corresponding direction.

He stared at the words on the paper. Half a minute passed without any change, and Shen Fuyuan started writing again.

It’s not just a simple racial profile, writing something like naming.

The situation remained the same the second time, and Shen Fuyuan had to think of other ways.

Whether it is the realm contained in the brush, the brush itself, or the fact that it can write without ink, it proves that it is by no means an ordinary item.

Chapter 55: Becoming a Warlock?

"The way to use the pen should be correct."

Looking at the brush that automatically produces ink on the paper and Shen Fuyuan waving it casually, it is obvious that he is not going to give up yet.

The main function of a pen is undoubtedly to write and draw things, so the mistake may be in the content.

I'm afraid only the correct content can bring out the true effect of this Huangquan brush.

Content...In addition to text, there is also painting.

What is the correct thing to draw?

Shen Fuyuan pondered carefully, many ideas flashed through his mind, and his dark eyes seemed full of wisdom.

Warlocks, masked demons... demons and masks...

Face...eyes...eyeballs!

Time passed by unknownly, and the quiet Shen Fuyuan woke up as if from a dream, picking up the pen to paint on a new page.

There was no complicated pattern, just an eyeball, an eyeball representing the face demon.

Even though Shen Fuyuan's painting skills were not very high, the eyeballs on the mask that the face demon wore were more than enough.

After finishing the painting, he nodded with satisfaction.

After looking around the room, Shen Fuyuan took a deep breath and then spoke in a controlled voice.

"Another ghost."

The piece of paper with the eyeballs drawn on it was burned by the flames in the blink of an eye, and then formed a demon.

It is about half a meter tall, with a crimson complexion. Its prototype looks like a cat, with an eyeball pattern in the center of its head.

"Success?"

Looking up and down in surprise, the biggest difference between Shen Fuyuan and the face monster he had seen before was that one had a mask, and the other only had eyeball patterns imprinted on it.

The naming and calling are thanks to the former Lu Ba, who was able to borrow the divine talisman. The names of the monsters remain unchanged and they are all directly called ghosts.

"Go, bring me the pillow."

Shen Fuyuan gave the order.

"Yes."

The cat opened its mouth slightly and uttered human words, then obediently followed instructions.

Putting down the pillow that Gui had brought, Shen Fuyuan continued to give some orders.

He never complained about this and carried it out very seriously, never giving up even if he couldn't do it.

After being tested by the divine talisman, Yougui relied on instinct to serve him.

It's fine for some simple instructions, but it won't work if they are more complex, because they act on instinct, so the scope of execution is limited.

"Kill yourself, you ghost."

"Yes."

In Shen Fuyuan's gaze, the rather cute ghost suddenly swelled up and exploded without leaving any remains.

"Absolute loyalty?"

"It makes up for my lack of intelligence."

Shen Fuyuan did not feel the slightest bit ashamed about his instructions and remained calm from beginning to end.

As for this brush, Shen Fuyuan can only say that it is very powerful. As long as he is willing, he can form an army of demons.

Whether it is killing the enemies or making them die, or even in daily life, it can bring certain conveniences.

But Yuan didn't dare to use the divine talisman so openly. Wouldn't that be telling Amaterasu that he had become a sorcerer?

He had seen what happened to Ebisu during the day. He was gone, with only his clothes left.

At least gods can be reincarnated, but the same cannot be said for divine talismans, which can cause their souls to be scattered.

As for fighting Amaterasu?

There is a 100% chance that they will lose, but Shen Fuyuan is very confident about this.

"It's good, but it's also very hot."

Shen Fuyuan smacked his lips.

Use it, if you are discovered it is basically game over.

Throw it away, it would be a pity.

There was no need to be scared. Amaterasu didn't realize it at the time. Who in the underworld could have made this extraordinary brush? The first person Shenfuyuan thought of was Izanami.

Since it was written by Izanami, it is understandable that Amaterasu didn't know about it. If Ebisu were alive, he would definitely agree with what Shenfuyuan said.

The brush is the Leaf of Words, a tool created by Izanami in order to have someone to accompany her.

A demon with only instincts is far from enough to be a companion to Izanami, who is trapped in the underworld forever.

"It seems we should use it with caution."

In order to decide how to deal with Hao Yan Zhiye, Shen Fuyuan admitted that he was greedy. He knew that with the help of demons, his strength would undoubtedly be stronger.

If he faces Fujisaki Hiroto, who is also a sorcerer, one day, Shen Fuyuan will have enough confidence to fight back, and he will no longer be afraid of the disadvantage in numbers.

After summoning the face demons a few more times to confirm that the method was correct, Shen Fuyuan let them commit suicide and destroy their bodies.

After figuring out Yan Zhiye, Shen Fuyuan cleaned up the desk and began to practice on his realm.

The Leaf of Words is ultimately an external object. If it is lost, the ability to summon the face monster will be lost.

Shen Fuyuan doesn't care about supernatural powers, but he cannot ignore himself. If he is strong enough, it doesn't matter whether he has Yan Zhiye or not.

When it was late, Shen Fuyuan went to bed and put Yan Zhiye under his pillow.

He planned to carry Yan Zhiye with him. When not in use, it was just an ordinary brush.

One week later.