Squelch!
After cutting the last Cursed Spirit in half, Shinji rested Kubikiribōchō on his shoulder and let out a long breath.
They might have been gifts delivered to his doorstep, but taking them all was still quite a hassle.
Fortunately, his dog had pulled his weight, tearing into them like mad and ultimately helping him harvest a hefty sum of Cursed Soul Points.
"I got 17,500 Cursed Soul Points in total. Not bad, not bad. With what I already had, I can do two more ten-pulls."
Shinji instantly felt much better.
Sure enough, mowing down whole crowds like this was a fast, efficient way to make "money."
Opportunities like this, however, could only be stumbled upon, not sought out.
Generally speaking, Cursed Spirits did not gather in very large numbers. For them to appear in a swarm like this, there had to be a [Special Grade Cursed Spirit] bringing all these low-level Cursed Spirits together.
And not every [Special Grade Cursed Spirit] was willing to do so.
When it came to [Special Grade Cursed Spirits], the strong ones could be so powerful they made you question your life, while the weak ones could make you question your life just as much and ask, "That's it?"
So opportunities like this really were rare.
"Finally killed all these damn things."
Hidan tossed aside the Bloody Triple-Bladed Scythe, spread his arms, and lay down on the sand.
Then, a second later...
"Ah! Hot, hot, hot!"
He jumped back up, howling.
Shinji covered his forehead, utterly speechless.
How could anyone be this stupid?
Shaking his head, he ignored the husky and took out the [Greedy Eyeball], feeding it the flesh and blood on the ground.
Although they should have killed everything, another scan would be safer, just in case anything had slipped through the