Gensokyo, a Minecraft template, starting experience from plucking flower fields.

As he spoke, he reached out and, right under Aya Shameimaru's sorrowful and tense eyelids, plucked a few dark feathers.

Because the outer feathers are quite stiff, Bai An deliberately parted the outer layer and chose the softer inner feathers.

The feathers closer to the inner layer are naturally more sensitive, so after Bai An plucked a few, Shameimaru Aya was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face.

"That should be enough."

Bai An looked at the feather in his palm, a faint smile appearing on his face. He placed a workbench on the ground and began to make torture instruments.

The boy's smile was quite handsome, and under normal circumstances, Aya Shameimaru would have appreciated it. However, the sound of him making props with feathers was truly terrifying.

The only word that filled her mind right now was "devil".

However, she was right. In no time, Bai An had finished making the necessary props.

A strange chair and shoes.

Bai An picked up the shoes and, under the horrified gaze of Aya Shameimaru, helped her put them on.

These shoes look like ordinary sneakers, but they fit perfectly.

There's nothing special about it.

Shameimaru Aya glanced at Bai An, then looked down at the shoes for a while, a look of doubt on her face.

There wasn't anything particularly painful about it.

Could there be something wrong with the shoes?

At this moment, Bai An was helping her untie the ropes, and she was already prepared to escape at any time.

"Aaaaah!!!"

Having just gained his freedom, Aya Shameimaru unleashed a punch imbued with demonic power, slamming it down on Bai An.

However, she overestimated herself, or rather, underestimated Bai An.

Bai An caught Shameimaru Aya's fist with one hand and grabbed her leg with the other.

"Waaah—"

Shameimaru Aya struggled fiercely, but was no match for Hakuan's strength. She could only watch helplessly as he was tied to the newly made chair once again.

Bai An ripped off the tape again, and Aya Shameimaru, whose mouth was now free, took a few deep breaths of fresh air before glaring angrily at Bai An.

"What do you want to do!"

The mournful cries reached Bai An's ears, but he merely glanced at Aya Shameimaru and responded with a cruel smile.

"It's very simple. Just do as I say and write another news post."

Bai An said it casually, picked up a pen and a brush from the table, and handed them to her.

After hearing Bai An's description, Aya Shameimaru couldn't believe it. Did this guy really want to let him go?

"It's that simple?"

His bloodshot eyes revealed strong suspicion. He originally thought he would be badly injured if he didn't die this time, but he didn't expect that he would only be asked to write a newspaper article about being captured. This is too easy.

Although it's a dark history, shamelessness is an essential skill for any qualified journalist.

It's just a dark history, she doesn't care!

Besides, as long as she stubbornly denies it, that's fine.

"Of course, it's that simple."

Bai An stared at her with a half-smile and said slowly:

"As long as you finish writing, I can forgive and forget what happened before."

Shameimaru Aya, upon hearing this, rolled her eyes a few times, pondered for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

No traps! Go for it!

Bai An smiled strangely and handed the pen and paper to Shameimaru Aya.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and, following Bai An's instructions, picked up a pen and quickly wrote down what had happened that night on the paper.

While writing, she glanced at Bai An to make sure he showed no signs of anything amiss, then breathed a slight sigh of relief before focusing on her writing.

Just when she thought the matter was over so simply, a sudden itch shot up from the sole of her foot, followed by a tingling sensation that spread throughout her body.

At the same time, the chair mechanism activated, and several black feathers swept lightly from side to side towards sensitive areas such as the armpits.

"woo woo woo woo!!!"

Shameimaru Aya twisted and turned like a maggot, but her body was tightly bound to the chair with ropes, while the chair was firmly fixed to the ground by Bai An.

She really wanted to roar to the heavens right now.

A demon! This is a demon!

"I forgot to tell you, when you're writing, the feathers on your shoes and chair will start tickling the soles of your feet until you finish the manuscript."

Bai An sat in the chair opposite Shameimaru Aya, his legs casually crossed.

His tone was flat, as if he were talking about the weather today, which almost made Aya Shameimaru vomit blood and die!

Shameimaru Aya pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress the strange sensations coming from her sensitive areas. She kept telling herself that she was a tengu, she wasn't ticklish, she wasn't ticklish!

However, the trembling sounds emanating from his mouth clearly betrayed the truth.

One can only say that he is indeed a reporter who has been fighting on the front lines of Gensokyo for many years.

Aya Shameimaru's hand speed was very fast. With the help of self-hypnosis, she quickly finished writing the manuscript and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"You're quite fast. You managed to write such a perfect news article in such a short time. You're a professional journalist. I'm satisfied, but I don't like it."

Bai An got up from the stool, looked at Aya Shameimaru with a smile, bent down and picked up the densely written paper, and said some chilling words.

Aya Shameimaru swallowed hard, a bad feeling creeping over her.

Sure enough, Bai An's next move made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

With a flick of his finger, the paper was instantly engulfed in flames and landed in front of Aya Shameimaru, turning into black ash.

Bai An clapped her hands, her smile radiant, like an angel.

"I've destroyed these. Could you please write another copy?"

Gensokyo: Chapter 95 Aya Breaks Down, Sushio Shocked

A quiet room.

Aya Shameimaru mechanically repeated her actions, her eyes vacant like a puppet, utterly lifeless.

Finally... the manuscript was completed, and the mechanism on the footrest and chair stopped again.

As if weightless, her head slammed onto the table with a thud.

The thick layer of paper dust piled on the table was shaken off and sprinkled onto Aya Shameimaru's face.

A touch of broken beauty appeared on her delicate and lovely face.

Bai An picked up the manuscript, dusted it off, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You barely passed this time."

Aya Shameimaru's eyes regained their light, and she looked up in a daze, gazing at him with a bewildered expression.

Is she trying to escape from hell?

“However…” Bai An deliberately dragged out the last syllable, causing Aya Shameimaru’s heart to leap into her throat.

"If you don't listen, this manuscript might end up somewhere. I remember there's a newspaper in Gensokyo called Hanakako's Newspaper."

"No, anything else is fine, just don't give this news to that guy Ji Haitangguo."

His threat made Aya Shameimaru tremble and nod repeatedly in assurance. If that guy's newspaper surpassed hers, how could she ever face Gensokyo again?

She would rather have gone through the previous punishments earlier.

"Don't worry, as long as you do as I say, this newspaper will only be known to you and me, and no third person will see it."

After saying that, Bai An stood up, patted her on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the door, leaving behind a dejected Aya Shameimaru.

Not long after Bai An left, footsteps could be heard outside.

The dog, dressed in a silly, adorable outfit, hopped in, looked around, and then fixed its gaze on Wenwen, who was slumped on the ground.

"Wenwen, why are you lying on the ground?"

Seeing that Inuzoku Sōsameimaru's vision was gradually blurring, he immediately got up and hugged it, bursting into tears of grievance, sobbing and crying intermittently.

"That guy is a demon, I almost broke right here."

Listening to her accusations, Inuzoku Shairou smashed the lollipop in his mouth, circled her to examine her, and asked suspiciously:

"Huh? Wenwen, are you hurt?"

"It wasn't physical harm, but rather the immense emotional trauma I suffered, sob sob..."

Shameimaru Aya pounced on Inuzoku Tomatsu Eijun Nie Xiao Luo.

At this point, Bai An had already surpassed Yakumo Yukari and the others in Aya Shameimaru's heart. If she had to choose between Yakumo Yukari and the others and Bai An to provoke in the future, she would choose the former without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Bai An did not return directly to the House of Freedom. Having successfully avenged himself, he was in a good mood and decided to put some money in Reimu's money box.

Now that he's a deity at the Hakurei Shrine, what about this money...?

Isn't that like worshipping oneself?!

Thinking of this, he immediately shook his head to shake off the strange thoughts in his mind and headed to the Hakurei Shrine.

This is pocket money for my family's shrine maiden.

The shrine gates remain closed.

Whenever the weather is cold, Reimu would snuggle up in her blankets and sleep.

However, it's understandable, since apart from friends visiting, there aren't many people who usually come to worship.

Opening the door would be pointless.

Reimu's daily life is not like that of other shrine maidens.

She wouldn't collect faith, since not many people would worship a shrine where the priestess frequently interacts with yokai.