Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Jingu knows that much for now, and he feels that the kind of fun that guy wants to see is the twisted revenge scheme of Shiko and Ogasaya Ieki.

"Where is he going now? To seek revenge? Or to go home? Or to continue following you?"

The various opinions and ideas made Nobunaga Ogasada know what to do at this moment, but he had no idea what to do.

The shrine maiden walked toward the bustling crowd, while Nobunaga Ogasada remained standing still.

I haven't seen you since then, not even when you were sleeping with your man. Why did you suddenly appear today?

What's the point of commemorating an unforgettable summer? It was just a simple silver party!

The shrine maiden returned to the side of the high priest and the others, giving the young king a knowing look.

Chapter 201 The Tale of One Hundred Things

The sky over the animal kingdom remains as scarlet as ever.

The pungent smell of blood and the stench of fish are the eternal scents that linger in this world.

Even during the Ullambana Festival, the eternal punishments in hell will temporarily cease, giving the souls of sinners a break to enjoy the sacrifices.

But not in the animal kingdom; this place is another refuge for souls.

Oda Nobunaga stepped onto the crimson earth piled with bones and flesh, and took a deep, intoxicating breath of the aroma.

"One, two... how many days and nights have passed since it was discovered?"

One day and night in the Paranirmitavasavartin Heaven is equivalent to 1,600 years in the human world. What Oda Nobunaga said was naturally based on the time scale of the Paranirmitavasavartin Heaven.

I counted on my fingers and figured it was probably almost ripe.

Oda Nobunaga raised his head, trying to find something in the dim, scarlet sky of the animal kingdom.

A deep rumble gradually rose on the horizon, and the fishy wind that blew in carried a hint of dampness.

After thinking for a moment, Jingu decided to call Hanayama-in Haru on his phone to ask where the fireworks event was scheduled so he could find a suitable spot.

One hundred candles are lit in a dark, enclosed room. One candle is blown out after each ghost story is told. Before all one hundred stories are told, Li Jingyuan will appear and take the participants away from the human world.

Today is still the summer festival. After today, the cool summer will begin, and the weather will start to cool down.

The viscous blood vessels gradually formed into formless flesh and blood, and the storm moved again, as if the cocoon had stopped there.

"Eat up, eat up the desires within your incarnation. It's almost ready to be born. Let me show you what kind of pleasure it can bring you."

Therefore, the mastermind behind the disappearance naturally points to the legendary Nobunaga.

While the shrine was enjoying the summer festival atmosphere last night, several Ibuki incidents occurred in Tokyo.

However, no other living being in the entire animal kingdom would notice that matter.

So, are we going out for a stroll today? After all, there's supposed to be a fireworks display tonight.

He discarded the entire avatar and merged it into the crimson storm. The storm became increasingly viscous, and a few drops of bright red blood actually dripped onto it.

It didn't say you were a ghost purely seeking to take lives, nor did it say you were a messenger from hell guiding wandering souls, taking away all the participants of the Hundred Tales as lost spirits.

He casually reached out and cut open his chest. What flowed out from under his skin was not his internal organs or blood, but a filthy substance like silt.

Just as she found her phone on the arms of several men, Jingu saw the message sent by the supernatural.

In the message, the spirit shared with the shrine what it had seen in the following days. It seemed that, taking advantage of the Obon festival, the legendary monsters that appeared out of nowhere had reappeared in the world.

Seeing how the shrine maiden was getting dressed, the considerate shrine maiden guessed that she was going out.

Now that we've found our target, the rest is easy to solve. We can just find a reliable group from outside.

"Oh, oh, oh! Do you feel your destiny now? Do you know?"

"Has it come to me of its own accord, ready to be truly born?"

"Ah."

These were all mass disappearances. According to internal investigations, the missing persons were all members of the Ibuki Aikai group.

"Hmm, although it's still a little short, there's no need to wait until next time. Let me help you ripen a bit."

I really should go out and see the fireworks; today is the day to go somewhere less crowded.

After looking around, Xiao Gai found his target. Jingu returned to the bedside, and the Great Priest opened his sleepy eyes.

However, after this, I also need to prepare some ghost stories to avoid the situation of having only a hundred stories.

"Hmm, there's nothing rather pointless. Go out for a bit."

What a terrible day!

"The ghosts of ghost stories? Nobunaga from the Hyakumonogatari?"

The supernatural element is that the shrine told them that they had not found any information about Nobunaga's appearance, and that he was a beautiful woman wearing a kimono, with a delicate face, and carrying a dim blue lantern.

Cases that are difficult to find the culprit and have a minor impact are usually sealed off by the authorities, since Nobunaga's whereabouts are traceable and he rarely appears during the Obon festival.

After searching for a while, I easily found this popular forum for Li Jing's fans. Currently, due to the disappearance case, there is no major outbreak of public attention.

Walking to the window and looking at the bright, almost cold sunlight inside, Jingu sighed from the bottom of his heart.

After the incident, we contacted each other on social media and got together. Based on the chat history and the furnishings in the room, we could not be sure that it was the ghost story game "Hyakumonogatari".

Fireworks displays, which often appear in anime, are usually the opening act of festivals. Before the fireworks are over, the festival and summer have already begun.

But rumors of that incident still spread. That case didn't frighten these Ibuki fans; instead, it made them even more excited, and they all agreed to try to recreate it.

All I can say is that this is truly courting death. The plot outside of horror movies may seem absurd, but it happens all the time in reality.

"Little Jingu, are you going out?"

That time I really went for the man, really!

In a small number of anime works, most people probably think that summer festivals are only one-night events, but in fact, summer festivals are actually festivals that last for seven to eight days.

According to legend, Nobunaga was a kind of monster that people would summon spontaneously.

A blood-red storm swept across the horizon, heading towards Oda Nobunaga's location.

"We're just waiting for you to come home for dinner today, and then we'll go watch the fireworks together later."

In short, there are many different opinions, and besides the ghost stories in Hyakumonogatari, there is also evidence to support this claim.

"Hahahaha! Even pure souls gathered together wouldn't result in the same situation?"

Jingu woke up from the mess, propped himself up, and found his hands covered in a slippery surface, accompanied by a soft moan, indicating that he had pressed against someone's body.

Then I'm a little less interested. After all, paranormal phenomena are so common and rare these days. Since it's so rare and we don't have the chance to catch one, it seems like a mistake to try and capture it.

After a slow conversation with Li Jing, I obtained the relevant information.

Jingu, whose clothes were torn, affectionately kissed the great shaman's forehead.

Oh no, let's go fishing for those snow-white little monsters!

However, even the yokai themselves know nothing about that Nobunaga, and they can't even prove whether he exists.

In this world, the sun is high in the sky.

Chapter 202 Eating Snakes

"Ding dong~"

"coming!"

Upon opening the door, the room's occupant looked at the shrine standing outside with some confusion.

"you are?"

He subconsciously used honorifics; although he was still a child, the shrine seemed extraordinary.

"Supernatural Detective? I'm Hanako's ultimate fan!"

The man, whom the shrine calls the paranormal detective-san, is also the owner of the house, and he has a look of sudden realization on his face.

"Oh, it's Hanako-san! Come in!"

The two were referring to each other by the online names they used on the forum. Of course, this wasn't Jingu's; he had simply found someone offline who had left a message wanting to participate in the event and had them take his place.

What's with this "Hanako's Super Cute Single Fandom" thing? Do these paranormal enthusiasts actually like ghost stories or female ghosts?

The family was encouraged to light the lamps together. After a while, all one hundred candles were lit. The electric lights were turned off, and the entire room instantly went dark, with only one hundred candles burning in the background.

"Of course, you can't guarantee that it was something you experienced in your childhood. They might even have learned about it from the news."

The paranormal detective's tone wasn't serious at all, and coupled with my serious expression, the atmosphere didn't become tense at all; there wasn't even a chill running through me.

My calm and composed demeanor slightly unsettled the others, further dispelling their thoughts of deserting.

However, it's best to keep your inner thoughts to yourself. When Jingu entered the house, there were already quite a few people in the living room.

"He's going to use some old, tired story about a four-foot-tall little man to fool his family."

"At this time, you didn't have many playmates. The one you had the worst relationship with, you can call me Shunyi."

The other party seems to be someone who specializes in making Peng Mao videos in that area; they are a particular kind of pervert.

As for what happened today, before it even begins, the fact that those men will go back and harass this Hanako-chan fangirl online is something that Jingu is considering.

The erroneous tales of the Hundred Tales are not without flaws: the timing of the storytelling, the standards of the story, and whether the candles would be blown out by the wind or burned out completely after the story was finished.

If even the oldest participant is so calm, then if we just run away like that, we'll probably be laughed at by everyone on the forum later.

It doesn't matter what happens; the more prepared you are, the more likely you are to meet the conditions. Among these fans of the Hundred Tales of Destruction, that one is the most reliable.

The family sat around the candlelight, and Detective Peng Mao cleared his throat.

To ensure the abnormal regression of Peng Mao's game, the paranormal detective specially prepared a special candle. How could a candle from the year last until a hundred stories were finished?

"Then, you should start by telling the little family a story you heard when you were young."

"So young?"

"Almost everyone in the family is here, so your Hundred Tales event is almost over!"