Travel Through Mingke and Become an Onmyoji

Lin Mo regained consciousness from a severe headache. He found himself standing on an unfamiliar street, surrounded by bustling people, and his ears were filled with Japanese conversations. The sun was glaring, and the smell of takoyaki and gasoline filled the air. He looked down at his hands and touched his face - this was not his body. "Where am I?" He murmured to himself, his voice unfamiliar. Memories come flooding back. He remembered that he was originally an onmyoji, performing a dangerous exorcism ritual, and then a blinding white light, and then... "Mikacho 3-chome, this is it." He subconsciously read the words on the roadside signboard, as if these Japanese characters were innately engraved in his mind. Just as he was trying to clear his mind, a piercing scream pierced the calm of the street. "Someone's dead! Someone's dead!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.