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Beichuan Si just briefly thought about the meaning of the word and didn't dive deeper into it.
Yes, thinking about what the dolls said now was meaningless. Because more crucial matters lay before him.
Beichuan Si lifted his head, and spots of black light flashed in his eyes.
The situation with Qian Xia Chiyuki was more severe than Shen Gu Mirai's, further indicating that the strange force hiding in the Sanmu Abandoned Doll Factory was stronger than Hoshino Nana by a few degrees.
After all, the resentment spreading to others is not a capability of primary spirits.
The crucial line that distinguishes primary and medium-level spirits lies in whether their "ghostly grudge" can detach from the host and exist independently.
Although Hoshino Nana could attach her "ghostly grudge" to Shen Gu Mirai, using Shen Gu Mirai as a conduit to infect others was impossible. A "ghostly grudge" that could exist independently of the host and grew stronger by absorbing human energy undoubtedly constituted a medium-level spirit.
Each medium-level spirit involved significant rewards and bounties, and the enhancement effects on death energy and constitution were also quite notable, so much so that even Beichuan Si was intrigued.
Medium-level spirits were not so easy to encounter.
Along the way, Beichuan Si had already eliminated seven or eight primary spirits, some strong at the advanced primary level, and some weak at the beginner primary spirit level with only a wisp of grudge strength.
However, he was clear that without a weapon against spirits, dealing with medium-level spirits would still be a bit strenuous.
Yashan City...
Beichuan Si muttered in a voice only he could hear.
"Beichuan?" Qian Xia Chiyuki's voice echoed, pulling Beichuan Si back to his thoughts.
He snapped back and looked up again at the black aura surrounding Qian Xia Chiyuki, calmly saying, "The abnormalities on you are not a big problem, I can dispel them."
"Really?" Qian Xia Chiyuki exclaimed in surprise.
"It's indeed a minor issue," Beichuan nodded.
"Then—" Qian Xia Chiyuki began to speak.
"Then let's talk about the reward now," Beichuan Si said calmly after finishing his coffee.
Actually, he wasn't short of money recently; after receiving the payment from Shen Gu Mirai, a little rich girl, the money he had was enough for this month's expenses.
But it was already settled in the email that Qian Xia Chiyuki would pay the reward and Beichuan Si would help.
It's the rule, no rules no standards. Although Beichuan Si was the "enough money is enough" type, it would be quite uneconomical to break the inner scale for mere tens of thousands of yen.
Of course, the more critical reason was that Beichuan Si leaned towards a "monetary employment" relationship with Qian Xia Chiyuki, not a "friendship."
If it were a friendship, Beichuan Si would certainly help with all his power and wouldn't even mention money.
Unfortunately, Beichuan Si had no real friends for now. Magong Tong counted as half, Gangye Yoshiko also counted as half, Shen Gu Mirai barely counted as half friend...as for Beichuan Huili? She's just a younger sister.
For now, Qian Xia Chiyuki didn't have a place among Beichuan Si's choices for friends, so talking about money was normal.
Besides, interacting with these young girls was exhausting, as he'd come to realize through Shen Gu Mirai these past days.
Especially since these Japanese female students sometimes had bizarre thoughts popping out of their minds, making it impossible for Beichuan Si to understand them.
Given that, the most primitive monetary employment relationship was undoubtedly the most reliable.
But Qian Xia Chiyuki looked somewhat perplexed after hearing this, glancing at Beichuan Si, and tentatively asked,
"Um...forgive my bluntness, but could it be that Beichuan has financial difficulties at home?"
She hadn't reached the point of investigating Beichuan Si's financial situation, but merely from observing his speech and behavior, he didn't seem like someone from a financially troubled family, right?
Beichuan Si didn't bother answering Qian Xia Chiyuki's pointless question and just silently stared at her intently.
Silently staring—
But for some reason, his gaze, devoid of any malice or pressure, made Qian Xia Chiyuki's scalp tingle.
After silently looking at her for a while, Beichuan Si finally said,
"The fee for dispelling the 'ghostly grudge' from you is fifty thousand yen, and combined with your friend's, it's one hundred thousand yen."
That was a fair and honest price.
Beichuan Si felt slightly satisfied, inwardly acknowledging he was a good person.
After all, whatever Shen Gu Mirai gave, Qian Xia Chiyuki and her friend would give the same. It was quite reasonable.
Beichuan Si neither maliciously inflated the price nor maliciously reduced it, treating Qian Xia Chiyuki quite fairly.
Yet what Beichuan Si hadn't expected was that Qian Xia Chiyuki raised her voice slightly, sounding a bit incredulous, "One hundred thousand yen?!"
Huh?
Beichuan Si showed no expression, merely looking up at Qian Xia Chiyuki again.
Noticing Beichuan Si's eyes on her, Qian Xia Chiyuki quickly waved her hands, a bit flustered, "That's not what I mean, Beichuan."
Her hands instinctively touched the coffee cup, and under Beichuan Si's gaze, she said in a shaky voice,
"I just wanted to say...isn't one hundred thousand yen a bit too little?"
"..." Beichuan Si.
Qian Xia Chiyuki raised three fingers, tentatively saying, "How about this, Beichuan, I'll pay two hundred and fifty thousand yen, because the Lisha's house also gave me plenty of money to help find a famous exorcist."
Actually, Qian Xia Chiyuki still felt she was offering too little; some black-hearted exorcists in the market even quoted five hundred thousand yen without guaranteeing success. Qian Xia Chiyuki couldn't afford such exaggerated prices.
Two hundred and fifty thousand yen?
Beichuan Si couldn't help but look at Qian Xia Chiyuki once more, sighing to himself inwardly.
Even with adult help, did Japanese high school students now have so much money?
But then he shook his head, unemotionally emphasizing, "One hundred thousand yen."
"But—" Qian Xia Chiyuki was stunned.
Could there be someone like Beichuan who wouldn't take even free money?
"One hundred thousand yen," Beichuan Si's suddenly cold voice stopped Qian Xia Chiyuki from speaking. After a long while, she nodded stiffly.
Seeing her agreement, Beichuan Si exhaled a small sigh of regret, his eyes wandering.
Regret was natural; who wouldn't regret missing out on an easy fifteen thousand yen?
But as mentioned before, Beichuan Si was a man with principles and a bottom line.
Whatever the price was declared, that was the price it should be.
Moreover, temptation was the enemy, so he wouldn't open that door.
Besides—
After all, it's just fifteen thousand yen, and I honestly don't care at all—
Beichuan Si's gaze subconsciously drifted to the pocket of the other person, his voice muttering coldly.
Yes, I truly don't...I truly don't care at all.
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