Guidelines for Improper Use of Magical Peripherals

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Chapter 57 Grandpa Daban

That night, Shechuan Yao was lying in the room where this body used to live. Although the bedding and pillows were all new bedding, she couldn't help but sigh as she stared at the dark wooden ceiling.

"Why is the boss sighing in the middle of the night?"

Qingming, who was sleeping in a small box on the table beside him, asked with concern. It is worth mentioning that the paper box he is sleeping in now was specially made by Shechuan Yao. It has everything, including a small quilt and a small pillow. It is usually placed in a Poké Ball and carried with other magical equipment.

Shechuan Yao felt that she was not raising a figurine, but a cute pet - Qingming had half-begged her and half-begged her that he wanted to change some new hunting clothes and pajamas... Damn, isn't this too cute? Shechuan Yao, this unpromising guy, was immediately overwhelmed by the cuteness and could only promise to learn some tailoring skills and make new clothes for people when he returned.

But now that it is late at night and the girl can face her inner worries calmly.

"Seimei, I... I'm just a little uneasy. Sometimes I feel like a thief. The owner has left, but the property rights of the house may not really belong to me."

"Boss, do you have any doubts about the body and soul?" Seimei pushed aside the quilt and climbed up, wearing a thin white bedroll loosely on his body. He took a running jump and landed on her pillow before saying seriously, "Excuse me. Please allow me to use [Psychic Vision] to observe it for you."

"Ah, then you can see."

Shechuan Yao didn't mind. After all, his family knew his own business. It was normal that a soul that traveled through time and space did not fit well with this body...

"Yes." The handsome and cool little figurine raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand, put them together and swiped them in front of his eyes - "Psychic Vision, open."

[Psychic Power -10]

Just as the Yin-Yang technique was activated, at the same time, in the next room next door, the cat teacher who was originally sleeping very soundly suddenly woke up!

"--Onmyoji!" It spoke in human language in fear, making a dejected voice similar to that of a rogue uncle, "Natsume, Natsume, get up quickly! There is an Onmyoji casting a spell nearby!"

"Ah...ah?" The boy with short brown hair was half asleep, "What? The demon exorcist is here? Who is it, is it Mr. Natori..."

"No, none of them! It's a new smell!" The calico cat jumped over his bedding repeatedly and almost hit him with its own weight and made him vomit blood.

The weak boy looked even more unable to get up.

"Oh, forget it, I don't care about you! If the Book of Friends is taken away by someone, I will be worried even more than you are!"

The cat teacher jumped to the floor with a curse, used his claws to pry open the crack of the paper door, and squeezed out desperately.

Behind it, Natsume, holding his stomach with a look of serious injury, struggled to get up - the previous jumps of the cat teacher just hit his abdomen.