I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Her upturned eyes held a sense of satisfaction, as well as a glimmer of starlight.

Great monk, I'm coming down the mountain now~

But you still lied to me.

I'm starting to... dislike you.

"Is that so, meow."

"Let me try it, meow."

The nine-lives cat's eyes lit up with curiosity as it looked at the bright red candied apples.

Is there anything in the world tastier than dried anchovies?

"bawl."

Suzaku blinked, obscuring the starlight, and then handed the candied apple in her hand to the little cat demon in front of her.

'hiss. '

"sweet!"

In an instant, the Nine-Lives Cat echoed the same sentiment.

However, it doesn't seem to taste as good as I imagined.

Would you like to try some of my dried fish?

She held up a wooden skewer tightly clenched in her small paws, on which were skewered dried fish that had been grilled to a crispy exterior and tender interior.

"No, no."

"The senior monk said that monks cannot eat meat. Thank you."

The little head of the rosary instantly shook like a rattle drum.

but.

so fragrant~

maybe.

This was also a lie told to me by the monk.

She licked the corner of her mouth.

........

"...So, Lord Ara is really strong!"

"I've really changed a lot since I've been by his side. Even Lord White Wolf praised me for becoming stronger."

Hotaru was earnestly preaching to the Zashiki-warashi.

"By the way, will you be coming to Seven Horns Mountain in the future? I can introduce you to Lord White Wolf~"

"She is our guardian angel~"

"It is because of her existence that weak monsters like me can live in peace."

Whenever that person was mentioned, her voice would rise, her face would light up with admiration, and the dandelion in her hand would sway with her emotions.

"I don't know, I probably can't go that far."

As Hotaru described the outside world, Zashiki-warashi's eyes shone with longing.

From the time she could remember, she seemed to have moved between different families, imprisoned and bound in various yin-yang formations.

They have rarely even seen the outside world, let alone the distant territories of monsters.

but.

It seems he wasn't deceiving himself.

The little guy quietly shifted his gaze from the adoring firefly to the boy in the distance.

........

"Eh."

"So Lord Phoenix is ​​a man."

"Heavens, will eating mermaid flesh really grant eternal life?"

"And then what happened to the girl who told the story?"

Xun, with her delicate and adorable little face resting on her lips, listened intently as the phoenix fire in front of her told one story after another that was beyond her imagination.

Even the Four Evil Demons who wanted to invite her to play together were turned away.

"Later, she left Phoenix Forest and traveled around searching for new ghost stories. Perhaps one day she will return with more and more fascinating tales."

Looking at the well-behaved and clever little girl beside him, Phoenix Fire's eyes revealed a hint of doting.

Just like that girl back then, quietly sharing stories with her.

"I really hope that one day I can hear her story with my own ears."

Xun reluctantly left these strange stories.

"Well, then I'll tell you a story too."

"A story about the king of the forest, the mountain wind."

Her light and cheerful voice suddenly became somewhat deep.

"Yeah, I'm listening."

Phoenix Fire sat upright, its undying karmic fire quietly driving away the noisy Heavenly Evil Four Ghosts beside it.

........

As for Ao, that little guy went off to find Kamaitachi to get his hands on again.

Minghuang had reminded it many times that those three guys were wind monsters who relied on speed to survive.

But it still enjoys it immensely.

Perhaps it's because their personalities are compatible.

As for Ara, he stood in a secluded spot in the hot spring town, with the human-faced tree standing guard beside him. With him around, even White Zetsu, who was skilled at concealment and could erase their own aura, could not easily get close.

After all, the ground beneath its feet was completely covered by the former's intricate root system, so even a tiny pill bug couldn't possibly slip through its senses and infiltrate.

Of course, this excludes the yokai, including Kyūjīra, the terracotta warrior, and the sorcerer, who were not interested in human towns and left early.

Beside Ara stood a little girl: the girl symbolizing the curse, Ushi no Toki.

"Won't you go play together?"

He asked.

"No, I have been to human towns before."

Upon hearing this, the woman of the 18th hour, who was still fiddling with the straw doll, paused slightly, but then shook her cheek and said.

She seemed to be hiding something.

"Is there anything you want?"

"Let's go shopping together."

Huang was relentless and unforgiving.

At the same time, he didn't give the Ugly Woman any chance to object, and said to the two monsters on guard, "Human-faced Tree, Swallow, I'm entrusting the guard duty to you."

"Yes, Onmyoji."

A chorus of responses rang out.

The latter, in particular, became increasingly respectful.

Because of the Phoenix Fire's unwavering attitude in choosing to protect him when it descended, he truly recognized this Onmyoji and even took on the task of guiding the Human-Faced Tree to integrate.

"Let's go."

After saying that, Huang took the lead and walked towards the brightly lit town center.

After the night of the massacre, apart from Shirley who fell into a deep sleep, this girl underwent the most significant change.

This time, although she no longer had the scars from her previous appearance, she still seemed rather quiet and reserved, having lost the mischievousness she had when she first arrived.

Hearing those words that left no room for refusal, and watching that receding figure, Ushi no Toki ultimately chose to follow.

The towns in the Land of Hot Water are really lively.

Moreover, it has a beautiful and peaceful atmosphere.

Ara walked ahead, with Ushi no Toki silently following behind.

No one spoke.

The noise belongs to others.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

As the lights gradually dimmed, and they reached another corner of the town, it was Huang who finally spoke first.

Upon hearing this, the woman born at the hour of the 11 o'clock trembled slightly, and slowly raised her lowered gaze.

"Has the Snow Woman not awakened yet?"

The sound of despair pierced Huang's chest like a sharp blade.

In an instant, images of Shirley flooded his mind.

The snowfield girl who told herself: If we meet again, please call her by her real name.

In the past, when the woman of the Hour of the Ox mentioned her, she always called her "Ice Girl".

"not yet."

Huang unconsciously clenched his fist.

"But I will definitely wake Shirley up, no matter what it takes."

Because I don't know what her wish is, and I haven't called her name in person yet.