“Don’t stand too close to me later!” As always, Higa Makoto respected money.
Once she confirmed that Higashino Akira had no intention of giving up on going inside, she took the initiative to walk ahead and unlocked the door.
In that instant, the furniture covered in white cloth inside the house, along with the dishes in the kitchen, began shaking violently.
Evil spirits were feared precisely because they could ignore the prerequisite ordinary wandering souls had: only after being observed and forming a karmic link could they affect reality.
Evil spirits could directly interfere with the real world.
If an evil spirit at this stage took another step forward and gained its own domain and law, then as long as coexistence was still barely possible, certain sects and spiritualists would already begin worshipping it as a god.
If you could beat it, it was a monster, demon, ghost, or freak.
If you could not beat it, then even if it was a lunatic, it was still a demon god.
As for the one inside this house, because it had not devoured many of its own kind or killed many people, it could only be considered a gatekeeper among evil spirits.
The reason no one had cleaned it up was because there were simply too many to clean.
Evil spirits and wandering souls were everywhere.
Even the strongest spiritualist could not possibly handle them all.
As long as they did not cause too much impact, then even if someone occasionally got caught without noticing early and failed to seek professional help, it could only be considered their bad luck.
After all, exorcism and spirit removal involved risk.
Even spiritualists did not want to act unless it was necessary.
Otherwise, who knew when they might provoke something powerful, get themselves killed, or even implicate their family?
They needed to eat too.
It was not as if they could skip work and go risk their lives every day on an empty stomach.
Not to mention, being a professional only meant the field matched their expertise.
It did not mean their skill level was necessarily high enough.
For something like the one inside this house, Higa Makoto could only barely restrict and drive it away.
She could not guarantee that it would not come back after being expelled.
Most evil spirits inside haunted houses were earthbound spirits.
Simply chasing them out for a short while was useless.
It was not as if they would leave on their own.
A gust of cold wind swept over them.
The decorative vase on the display rack above the entryway shoe cabinet suddenly came crashing down.
Higa Makoto quickly dodged to the side, but she still failed to fully react in time.
She only managed to avoid having it hit her head.
At the critical moment, Akira reached out from behind her and caught the vase, preventing the main combat force on their side from being heavily injured the moment the fight began.
It was obvious that her skill really could not be considered very good.
Aside from possessing innate spiritual power, both her physical ability and her experience were quite ordinary.
At the very least, Akira alone could beat more than a dozen of her.
After this exchange, Higa Makoto quickly sensed and located the evil spirit’s approximate position.
She directly stretched out her hand toward that direction and released her spiritual power with force, suppressing the evil spirit in place so it could not move.
“Whatever you’re going to do next, hurry up!
I can’t hold it for long!” In just a short while, sweat had already begun forming on Higa Makoto’s forehead.
Her short pink hair was damp with sweat, sticking to her forehead in strands, and she looked as if she were struggling hard to maintain control.
“Where is it?” Akira did not drag things out and immediately asked.
“In that direction!
Behind the sofa!” After receiving a clear location, Akira strode forward.
Although he still could not see it, perhaps because he and Higa Makoto had already formed a karmic link with this evil spirit, once Akira drew close, he could sense a chill completely different from the low temperature of autumn and winter.
[Negative energy intrusion detected.
Fortune -300.] It really was not that strong.
Kayako had consumed one thousand points of his fortune with a single curse attack from half a Tokyo away.
This one was right in his face, yet it had only consumed three hundred.
Akira suddenly clenched his fist and punched hard toward the direction where the coldness was coming from.
A faint sensation came back, as if his fist had sunk into cotton candy, along with a slight static-electric shock.
Then came the second punch.
The third punch.
[Negative energy intrusion detected.
Fortune -1000.] [Negative energy intrusion detected.
Fortune -700.] [Negative energy intrusion detected.
Fortune -200.] By the fourth punch, there was no longer any feedback of fortune being consumed.
Akira turned back.
“Is it still there?” Higa Makoto’s arm was still raised in the same posture as before.
She stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.
Hearing his question, she shook her head with a look that seemed to doubt the meaning of life.
“No.
It looks like…
you beat it to death.” She quickly walked over and grabbed Akira’s hand, closing her eyes to sense it while quietly chanting something under her breath.
Nothing.
There was nothing at all.
She could not sense spiritual power, nor anything else.
She could not even transmit her own spiritual power into this guy’s body.
This guy was practically a monster!
Who exorcised spirits like this?
That thing clearly had not been able to withstand the very first punch.
It had simply not had time for its soul body to collapse before it took two more thudding punches.
In the end, it did not even last another full second before being instantly scattered.
‘No!
Exorcism isn’t supposed to work like this!’ ‘You’re supposed to find the evil spirit, figure out its traits and abilities, use a few tools for support, then coordinate with spiritual power to launch a fierce attack and trigger the victory CG!’ ‘How can someone with no special power at all beat an evil spirit to death with pure fists?’ Akira obtained the result he wanted.
He confirmed that fortune could defend against a distant curse attack from an evil spirit.
It could also protect him at close range, allowing him to touch the other party instead of merely passively taking hits.
An evil spirit was like an invisible, electrified energy body that ordinary people could not see.
If an ordinary person encountered it, they could only be shocked.
But Akira had fortune protecting him.
That was equivalent to wearing a layer of insulating gloves, allowing him to boldly strike and scatter that mass of energy.
The final result depended on the thickness of the gloves and whether the enemy was an ordinary spark or ball lightning.
As the only ability the system had currently given him with a touch of fantasy, the value of fortune had risen once again.
Thinking of all the dirty things inside the many properties he owned, Akira increasingly felt that he did not have enough fortune.
Even after the two left, Higa Makoto was still doubting life.
Losing to her older sister and peers was one thing.
Losing to someone from outside the field was something she found truly hard to accept.
“How big is the gap between the one just now and the one in Gunma?” “About the difference between a little goldfish in a fish tank and a great white shark in the ocean.” Higa Makoto’s voice sounded somewhat downcast.
Hearing that, Akira became thoughtful.
“That doesn’t sound too exaggerated.” The moment he finished speaking, a faint reminder drifted over from beside him.
“The important part is that the little goldfish only has one fish tank, while the great white shark has an entire ocean.” “…” Fine.
‘Damn it, Japan is way too messed up.
The ghosts here have absolutely no ghostly ethics.’ Akira transferred three million yen to Higa Makoto.
When she received the notification that the transfer had arrived, she counted that long string of zeroes.
In an instant, she perked up completely.
Her face changed faster than flipping a book, and she took the initiative to teach her generous patron all kinds of experience and common sense related to the paranormal field.
As for why Akira could beat an evil spirit to death with his fists, and the thing he had mentioned over the phone last time that helped him block that haunted house’s attack, she tactfully did not ask.
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