I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

These words were like the sharpest sword of contract in the world, instantly piercing through the strongest defense of the anti-mian cotton tree.

【if,】

If only I could see her smile again.

Ittan-momen knew perfectly well that she could not refuse such an agreement.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Onmyoji..."

Her response carried a hint of hesitation and a subtle, barely perceptible reluctance.

However, after seeing the increasingly radiant smile of the girl beside him, his unwillingness to give up gradually strengthened.

".........grown ups."

From the moment I met Zhixue,

【Own,】

There's nothing left to lose or to pray for.

"Yes, I did hear your response."

Huang replied,

Meanwhile, under the maintenance of that contract, Yi Fan Mu Mian's extremely weak state began to improve. Not only did her pale cheeks regain some color, but the chaotic demonic power within her body was also gradually calmed down.

After forming a pact, a yokai can not only provide power to the Onmyoji (yokai master) they command, but a powerful king can also feed back his power to his followers.

Of course, such improvement is not enough to completely rid him of his current state of weakness, after all, it is a trauma to the soul.

"Thank you."

Feeling her own condition improving, the distance in Yifan Mumian's heart narrowed a little more.

Following a powerful Onmyoji who, at a certain moment, gave him a feeling similar to that of Shizuku, it was indeed difficult for him to feel any repulsion.

Monsters are much purer than most humans.

At least none of the monsters that Ara has encountered so far are as disgusting as those old fogies in Konoha.

Finally, Zhixue returned to the mortician's side.

One sentence:

'You've had a tough time these past few days. Don't leave me behind again.'

This caused the latter's emotions to overflow instantly, and he tightly embraced the person he loved in front of him.

In these boundless days,

In this scene where there is no distinction between day and night,

Regret, remorse, and self-blame tormented the mortician's mind and body constantly, but all of it found its echo and its end at this moment.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, turning the whole world white.

The scene of reluctant farewell still seems to be in my mind as the mortician helps Zhixue walk further and further away.

Having regained her physical health, she still needs a period of time to adapt and exercise.

Even after the two figures disappeared from the snow-covered hills, the Istanmomen remained standing, quietly gazing at the path the person had taken.

During this time, Huang neither urged nor disturbed him.

While patiently waiting, he continued to practice the Flying Thunder God Technique.

This kind of space ninjutsu, which relies on a technique, is not too profound, especially with the corroboration of the Frog Porcelain's [Demon Hand], which has some spatial power, it gradually becomes traceable.

This state of mutual non-interference continued until dusk fell, when the deep 'black curtain' gradually became the background color of the sky.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting, Onmyoji."

"I am ready to leave."

A sudden sound came from the cotton tree.

A roll of white silk cloth was wrapped around his eyes, obscuring his true emotions.

But that calm tone suggests that he has begun to accept the current situation.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Huang stopped his constant training, and Mr. Frog, who was standing nearby, was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he was willing to pay any price to obtain the other party's vow, when he was once again acting as an emotionless demonstration machine, he still felt like he was in purgatory, not on earth!

The obscure spatial vortex reappeared beneath this world.

The cottonwood also transformed into a roll of white silk cloth and wrapped around the boy's right arm.

This transformation is similar to paper dance, and it also allows for a more convenient way to draw upon the power from the adults one follows to heal oneself.

However, just as he was about to leave, a glimmer of light that shouldn't have appeared on this desolate snowfield was detected by the corner of his eye.

It was an extremely faint and distant light.

If it weren't for his eyesight and perception being far beyond that of ordinary people, and the fact that the light was gradually dimming, Huang might not have been able to perceive such a bright light.

[Eye roll.]

The menacing veins were subtly revealed at the corner of his right pupil.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery rushed past, and the source of that distant light became incredibly detailed in his eyes.

That is,

Those were the lamps carried on the back of the coffin by the mortician.

He and Zhixue didn't leave either!

It probably quietly and silently watched itself and the Istanmokumen disappear after disappearing into the snow-covered hill.

"This kind of waiting seems to go on forever."

As Huang muttered to himself, the Frog Porcelain beside him stared at his right eye with a puzzled expression, and whispered to himself, "It seems that the Onmyoji's eyes also showed this state on the day of the bet," and "Could this not be a sign of anger, but some kind of secret eye technique?"

'A bolder guess, perhaps: penetration?'

In an instant, the little frog's expression became increasingly complicated.

"Um, esteemed Onmyoji, do your eyes possess...?"

Finally, just as the porcelain frog mustered the courage to ask something, the boy's mutterings quietly reached his ears.

"So,"

"Let's give it a try."

As if he had made a decision in his heart, Huang disappeared from the spot without any warning, giving the little monster who had just opened its mouth no time to react.

When he reappeared, he had already landed on a snow-covered hill several hundred meters away.

Their arrival, as if by ghostly apparition, left the mortician and Zhixue with deep astonishment.

However, Huang did not let these unnecessary emotions fester, and instead looked at the two of them and slowly said:

Do you have somewhere to go?

"If not, would you like to come with me?"

"In exchange, I will protect you from now on."

Huang extended an invitation.

The cotton tree that had been wrapped around her arm quietly transformed behind her. Although she didn't speak, the slight restlessness in her heart indicated that she was hoping for a positive answer.

"I'm fine with anything, as long as Zhixue is willing."

The mortician responded in a slightly hoarse voice.

Without the other person, his beloved would still be an empty shell without a soul, and he would be willing to pay any price for such kindness.

Upon hearing this, Huang nodded slightly, and everyone's gaze fell on the girl in red.

"There is no place here that the mortician and I will ever want to stay."

"Moreover, since the two most important people to me are willing to follow you."

"Then, I'll have to trouble you, Onmyoji."

Zhi Xue said softly, and then her cunning gaze swept past the boy and landed on the female demon who remained silent but whose excitement was evident.

"We're going to be together again, please take good care of me."

At the same time, a touch of red and the mark of a coffin slowly disappeared into the back of Huang's right hand.

"Let's go then."

A black vortex of time and space opened wide.

.........

.........

Frog-shaped porcelain: [? ? ? ?]

Mr. Frog, who had been exposed to the cold wind for a long time, looked bewildered and astonished.

Was it intentional?

This is definitely intentional!

Because he was about to expose the other party's mask and reveal the secrets hidden in their eyes, he deliberately left them behind as a small punishment!

Humans are terrifying!!

However, before he could utter a sorrowful cry, a pentagram array suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

This is,

Signs of psychic summoning.

【Sa, keep training.】

A clear command resounded from another dimension.