Hello everyone, my name is Qiu. When I was alive, everyone called me Teacher Qiu.
After I died, I was just a lonely ghost, without consciousness or thought, drifting in the world's crevices like most of my kind, until one day I would completely disappear from this world.
I've forgotten how long I've been dead, what I looked like when I was alive, what my name was, and even everything from my past. I only remember that I died, and when I was alive, someone called me Teacher Qiu.
But my fate changed. As I drifted aimlessly, I discovered a powerful and ownerless incense monument.
I didn't know what it was. Without reason at the time, I simply attached myself to it, instinctively absorbing its energy to survive.
After that, I slowly grew stronger, gained reason, and also gained thought. My body solidified a lot, and I recovered some common knowledge from life, but I still couldn't remember anything from my past.
Slowly, I grew, and in this place where I resided, I was the only spirit, yet the people of this place revered me as a "deity."
Am I a god? No, I am not.
Of course I'm not. I know I'm just a thief stealing incense, merely a wandering lonely ghost.
But I have no other choice. The present me can no longer leave the incense monument where I reside...
Every day I would see many people come and throw things into the box in front of them, then bow their heads and make wishes.
At first, I didn't know what they were doing. It was just that the mortals living here would go and take things out of that box every night, laughing as they left.
Perhaps they liked them? What was so good about those shiny little things?
After a very, very long time, a very large crowd would come here, throwing shiny things into the box in groups and making wishes in large numbers.
It wasn't until I slowly gained some memories and knowledge that absolutely did not belong to me that I knew what I was now.
I truly am a god, or rather, a temporary acting god.
I gained the ability to bless and also had a certain degree of obligation. I could choose to help and bless those who came to worship, and I also needed to deter some of my former kind... that is, lonely ghosts.
Those shiny little things are money. Although the denominations don't matter to me, I just like people to take out larger denominations because I like to see them spend money and squander it, the more the better, to make their hearts ache.
And when people make wishes to me, I receive incense... The more incense there is, the more blessing abilities I can get, from the initial peace and safety, to later soul suppression, and then to various miscellaneous blessings...
I also knew what those crowds were, and understood the meaning of New Year worship... I like New Year because I like the New Year fireworks and the crowds of people.
A very, very long time passed. I watched this place gradually get better, the money box grew bigger and bigger, my shrine became more and more luxurious and beautiful, and the houses of the shrine maidens and priests living in the shrine also got better and better, and their lives became increasingly wonderful.
The first shrine maiden I met when I came here has now become an auntie.
Time passes quickly, and it's New Year again. I also know that it's my busiest time of the year.
But I'm very happy because I always get a lot of incense, but this year seems a bit different...
Actually, my personality has always been so benevolent and charitable, it's just that my words are a little prone to misunderstanding. Me, I really only gave her a blessing, a love blessing, really, believe me, I don't have the ability to curse at all...
Crack.
"Is this [bleep] your last words?"
"Big Brother!! Waaahhh Big Brother, believe me!! I was really wrong!! I'll change, woo woo woo... I really only gave a blessing!!! I'm innocent, wah!!!!"
In a space entirely bathed in blood-red, Imp Qiu was tied to a pillar, crying profusely, her face covered in snot and tears. Her body twisted constantly but was bound tightly, unable to struggle. Beside her, Fang Wuwei held an ebony handgun aimed at her forehead, his face showing a hint of subsided anger.
Let's pull the present back a bit.
After Fang Wuwei bid farewell to Kuzuha, he reached out and summoned Cavaliere, speeding towards the shrine.
Although it was late at night, during the New Year festival, everyone wasn't sleeping so early. Firecrackers and fireworks continued to go off in the streets, covering the roaring sound of Fang Wuwei's engine.
With the brilliant fireworks at his back, Fang Wuwei's Cavaliere charged straight through, directly breaking through the shrine's "No Pedestrians" sign and rushing directly into the main hall.
He still had his senses. Upon arriving in front of the main hall, he quickly dismounted, put away Cavaliere, landed on the ground, walked up the steps, stood in front of the offering box, and rang the bell.
It's so late, who is it? No one had ever dared to disturb her at this time before!
Imp Qiu phased out from inside the shrine's door. Inside was the incense monument where she was currently residing. Being woken up in the middle of her sleep was not a pleasant experience.
"Hmm? Isn't this... that unsanitary small fry from this morning?"
Imp recognized Fang Wuwei after a careful look. Because of Kuzuha's situation, she had a deep impression of both of them.
"Yo, what's up? Could it be you've come to fulfill a vow? Small fry~ You're getting carried away with just a little blessing, hehe~"
Imp Qiu was still floating in the air, still with that annoying and arrogant look, but she saw obvious and extreme anger written on Fang Wuwei's face, and his eyes kept moving with her movements.
...What's going on? He can see me?
Why is his single red eye turning, and the pattern is coming together... Wow, this pattern is actually pretty good...
Huh? Where is this?
Imp Qiu was still staring intently at Fang Wuwei's right eye, but in the next second, she found herself in a purely red space... Looking up, there was a red sky and moon. Looking down, there was a blood-red water surface as still as death.
Splash...
The sound of water came from in front of her. It seemed someone was walking on the water. Imp Qiu looked up and saw the unsanitary small fry walking towards her, clenching his hands, making a crisp sound.
At this moment, Teacher Qiu was not flustered at all, because in her limited memory, no one could hurt her, or even touch her. Even a lonely ghost would be slapped away by her... Even if this person had a bad misunderstanding about her, she was confident she could crush her and then explain properly.
And Fang Wuwei wasn't flustered either, because when he pulled this Imp deity in, he felt it... Although this guy's spiritual power was much stronger than many people's, it was still far from reaching the point of breaking through Tsukuyomi... Which meant she could be easily manipulated.
Teacher Qiu believed that even with some special abilities, pulling her in was too disrespectful to a deity.
Fang Wuwei thought... I've been holding it in all day, finally, the time has come!
Both sides were very angry.
"Hey! Unsanitary small fry!"
Teacher Qiu actually took the initiative, walking towards Fang Wuwei, pointing at him with a displeased look.
"How can you treat a... Pfft!"
Before she finished speaking, Fang Wuwei, who had walked in front of her, clenched his fist, swung his arm in a full circle, and landed an uppercut on Teacher Qiu's stomach, sending her flying.
Fang Wuwei had hit hard with this punch. The sudden critical hit made Teacher Qiu's eyes bulge, and she spit out a large mouthful of saliva, flying dozens of meters away and crashing to the ground.
Satisfying!!!!!!! What a relief!!!!!!!
The anger Fang Wuwei had been holding in all day finally dissipated.
Calmed down, he actually didn't intend to really kill this god... After all, she was the main deity of a large shrine. He didn't know what would happen after killing her, not to mention he didn't think a deity would be so weak. There must be some mysteries, and she hadn't done anything too outrageous... The most important thing was that Kuzuha was indeed a bit unlucky today, but not to the point of disaster. He was always able to resolve it when he was around.
Although she was a rather mischievous brat, it wasn't enough to kill her...
However, a beating, she definitely couldn't avoid.
Let's just kill her a dozen times first!
Looking at the Imp whose face was full of doubt about life, Fang Wuwei smirked, rubbed his hands together, and went over again.
To deal with a mischievous brat, you have to use your fists to give her a physical lesson, to make her experience the pain of being bullied, you hear!?!?