Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

After some actions just now, he also understood something.

First of all, this resentful spirit was indeed directed at him, and it seemed that other people would not be in danger.

Secondly, Liuhua and Tong Nai were cleverly circumvented by him. To deal with Secondary Two, we must use Secondary Two's method. At the same time, when dealing with people who hate Secondary Two, Secondary Two's method will work.

He can be sure that Liuhua must be looking for the C area that does not exist here at this time, and Tong Na will definitely leave angrily.

This is the best of both worlds. What it pays is only to increase the disgust of some of his own sisters, but for Wu Ye, the favor is already negative, and it doesn't matter if it drops.

Finally, and the most critical point, he found that the doctor's words must be listened to.

One day, the doctor who used the alcohol lamp to cook instant noodles in the laboratory told us that to deal with ghost monsters, normal attacks would not work!

"I lost it!"

The run-up stopped and threw out the stone in his hand, Wu Ye's movement was done in one go, but the stone seemed to penetrate a sand waterfall that never stopped flowing, causing no harm to the resentful spirit.

But on the contrary, Yu Ling's seemingly illusory body smashed towards Wu Ye, but it smashed the ground where he was abruptly into flying debris.

So I can’t listen to what the doctor said. Whose ghost attack can cause harm to ordinary people!

"Tsk."

In order to dodge the attack of the resentful spirit, Wu also had to roll a few times on the ground, inevitably stained with a lot of dust, and looked a little embarrassed.

Although he volunteered, or he had to come one-on-one with the resentful spirit, in fact, apart from delaying time with Superman's body and the other party in circles, he could not think of any solution.

The only thing Wu Ye could think of that might solve this resentful spirit was Wenwen's Tuan Fan lying in his own house.

It's just that he is in Chiba now, is it possible to run back to get it?If you think about it carefully...Unless the demon power changes his body into a perpetual motion machine, he might be killed by this resentful spirit halfway through.

Can't fight, can't escape, even helper can't be called here.

Wu also felt that he was desperate.

This scene was very similar to the feeling he felt when he and Hachii Yongrin singled out. They couldn't escape, and there was no helper to call.

The difference is that at that time, he was facing the Lord God called "Moonhead", but at this time, he was only dealing with a wandering resentful spirit.

But whether it was then or now, Wu Ye can choose only one path, and that is to gamble on the lowest probability.

There is only one way for a passerby character to embark on the path of the protagonist, and that is to turn the impossible into possibility just like the protagonist——

Put hope in miracles.

"Gangnier!!!"

Chapter Thirty The Chief Maid Visits

"So slow..."

"Indeed, it was unusually slow this time."

The morning breeze is gentle, and the warm sun is everywhere. It is clearly a new day full of vigor, but Hakuryi Shrine still maintains its half-dead aura as before, but today it seems to be even worse.

At the end of the long stone ladder, under the red torii, Reimu is holding the broom, and Kaguya is holding his knees, and the two sit there waiting eagerly.

"Hey, Miko, aren't you kidding me? Okay, Wu will come back soon?"

Pointing to her watch, Hui Ye asked questioningly:

"It's almost 20 minutes now, right?"

"It's annoying you, Wu Ye is slow, what's the point of complaining to me?"

"Nonsense! I will wait until he comes back soon because of what you said!"

"It's so troublesome, you don't want to be too lazy to wait and go back, what are you doing at my shrine."

"Who is the troublesome guy? I waited for two minutes. Wouldn't it be a loss if I leave now?"

"Are you stupid?"

"Want to fight Miko!"

Reimu and Huiye, a salted fish who hates the excitement, and an abandoned house that likes to join in the fun, seem to be essentially the same, but in fact they are far from each other.

In fact, in five minutes, they had already wasted each other's saliva, but now they have repeated the operation just now.

So it is precisely because of this that they, who are immersed in the fun of spraying each other, have completely ignored the certain maid who has stood in front of them for a while.

"Ugh."

The blue and white maid finally didn't wait for the two rude guys to react, and said helplessly:

"That, Miss Reimeng, and the other person is, Penglai Mountain, Miss Huiye, right?"

"Eh?"

"Ok?"

Two salted fish, uh, no, a salted fish and an abandoned house raised their heads simultaneously, and finally saw Sakuya who stood in front of them for a long time.

"Isn't this the maid of the Red Devil Mansion? What's the matter with you coming to my shrine? Is it possible that you are coming to worship?"

At the last sentence, Reimu’s eyes lit up, but Sakiya smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"You misunderstood Miss Reimu, it's not like that. I came today to entrust you."

"What? It's not here to put money, it's boring."

Reimu, who was realistic and never concealed it, was very shameless. Before even listening to Sakiya's words, he lifted the broom and turned back to the shrine before cleaning the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Uh……"

Sakiya, who was completely ignored, was slightly embarrassed. If other people were so rude, she would not say any more, but if the object was changed to the Hakuli Witch who was kind to the Red Devil Mansion or her eldest lady. , But she couldn't leave directly without any effort.

"Haha, it's interesting, did everyone come with a commission to find Hakuli Miko today?"

Kaguya patted her skirt and stood up slowly, and looked at Sakiya with curiosity:

"Speaking of which I haven't asked yet. You know your concubine's name, but your concubine doesn't know your name."

"Sakiya Ikuya, the maid of the Red Devil Mansion."

Sakiya's perfect etiquette made Kaguya smile with satisfaction, and he looked admiringly.

In other words, she can't feel sick to anyone who is polite and can talk well with words. After all, for a long time before, she was with someone who could only talk with fists and flames.