Chapter 310: You Need to Wash Your Face More Often
Chapter 310: You Need to Wash Your Face More Often
Kanzaki Rin jumped when Fang Cheng suddenly collapsed. Her night vision goggles, designed to detect spiritual entities, let her see what happened next.
Souls counted as spiritual entities, so his became visible. She gaped as Fang Cheng’s soul floated midair. Ordinary souls were nearly transparent, mere outlines. But his soul barely looked translucent—she’d never seen anything like it.
She’d assumed he could only loot benefits from corpses. Now he’d somehow accessed a corpse-less resentful spirit. The word “accessed” made her thigh tingle where he’d touched it earlier.
“This ability’s insane!”
Fang Cheng thrust his hand into the ceiling, phasing through effortlessly. Soul projection beat invisibility—no risk of cars hitting him, perfect for sneaking into women’s baths.
He dove toward Kanzaki Rin, aiming for her body.
“What’re you doing?!”
She blocked instinctively, but his soul passed through her arm.
“Bummer,” he muttered. The power’s flaw? All sight, no touch. If he could interact physically, he’d film an entire… *educational* series.
He tried Possession next.
A faint golden glow erupted from her chest, hurling his soul backward.
“Quit it!” She brandished her vajra. “Get back in your body or I’ll strike you.”
Fang Cheng wiggled his rear. “I’ll let you hit me if you return the favor. My ‘vajra’s’ been itching for action.”
Kanzaki Rin: …
She jabbed the vajra at his backside.
“Whoa! You’re vicious!”
His soul zipped into his body. Joining Koike Teppei in the afterlife? No thanks.
Standing, he eyed her chest. “What’s that glow?”
She unbuttoned her collar, revealing a cross pendant. “Blocks spiritual invasions. Cost a fortune.”
His gaze slid to her vajra. “Rin-chan, maybe—”
“No.” She stuffed it into her pocket. Last time, he’d swiped one from the Countermeasures Department. This one? She’d paid actual money.
Fang Cheng shrugged. No point arguing—his Thunder Hammer outclassed any vajra anyway.
After dealing with the two resentful spirits, Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin turned their gaze to Koike Teppei lying face-down on the bed.
Koike Teppei had covered his lower body with a blanket, his face completely buried in the pillow.
While admitting he’d been cheated on showed some courage earlier, this situation now meant complete social death. He couldn’t muster the courage to face them anymore.
Fang Cheng approached to comfort him: “Cheer up. At least your wife didn’t cheat and her body wasn’t taken by monsters. That’s good, right?”
“Ugh…”
A muffled groan came from the pillow. Though his wife hadn’t cheated, she’d traded him to two thugs for a designer bag. The physical and mental harm from this humiliation cut deeper than any affair.
Fang Cheng added: “Look on the bright side – at least you don’t have hemorrhoids.”
Koike Teppei started sobbing uncontrollably.
“Enough!”
Kanzaki Rin kicked Fang Cheng’s shin. If this continued, Koike Teppei might actually consider suicide before sharing the artificial chosen saint information.
They escorted the three offenders from the bedroom, leaving Koike Teppei alone. After an hour, he finally calmed down but stayed hidden, communicating via phone about the artificial chosen saint.
Koike Teppei’s knowledge came from Blissful Faith higher-ups:
True dual personalities form when twin souls inhabit one body after a twin’s death – like Sato Mai. Since such cases are rare, Blissful Faith creates artificial versions where two personalities share one soul. Problems arise when both stay awake simultaneously, straining the soul.
“What happens then?” Fang Cheng asked calmly, though his intense gaze betrayed concern.
Koike Teppei chose his words carefully, sensing their personal stake: “Left untreated, the weaker personality disappears. The soul gets damaged, and the survivor lives only five more years at most.”
Fang Cheng’s fists tightened. Since leaving paradise, Asaka Akihime and Ye Yuqing had maintained joint consciousness – not a blessing but a death sentence with mere months before collapse.
Kanzaki Rin tried: “What if one personality stays sleeping?”
“Doesn’t work.” Koike Teppei shook his head. “Natural sleep differs from forced unconsciousness. Blissful Faith tried everything.”
Fang Cheng’s voice turned steely: “You mentioned knowing a solution.”
Koike Teppei gulped under his blanket, sensing lethal danger through the phone static. His survival depended on this answer.