Shota is surrounded by monsters!

Before Rea finished sucking, Shota subtly withdrew his arm from Rea's waist. However, since she was now pressing down on him, there was still some friction and intimate contact between their bodies. Shota tried his best not to focus his senses on his chest and used his hand to press down his restless tail.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Rea gently wiped the water from her lips with her tongue, smiled, and climbed away from Shota, saying, "Well then, Shota-kun, please eat well too. I'll go prepare some food for Mashiro."

When the Rei family's maid came last time, she brought a juicer, and since then, Mashiro has upgraded from a juice enthusiast to a 100% pure, unadulterated juice enthusiast. Like now, Mashiro is still figuring out how to start that juicer by herself.

Just as Shota looked over,

"Buzzing—"

"Waaah..."

Mashiro turned her head and raised her hand, which was already oozing blue fluid, saying, "It hurts..."

“…Rei, go and lick it for her.”

Shota could tell what Mashiro really wanted from the longing look in her eyes. Unfortunately, Shota wasn't interested in licking Mashiro lately, or rather, he didn't want to ruin the pure image he maintained in front of Rea.

It's not that he didn't want to lick it, it's just that the way he licked it was so unsightly.

"Why are you licking?" Reiya playfully tapped Shota's forehead, saying, "Shota-kun, you can't solve everything by licking."

Shota shifted his gaze to the side, only to discover...

"Hey, Rea, don't you think something's off about Yomi today?"

Looking at Yomi, who was becoming increasingly transparent in the corner as if she could disappear at any moment, Shota suddenly said to Rea, "Is there going to be any unexpected events?"

“Speaking of which…” Reya thought for a moment and said, “Isayama-kun was surprisingly absent today.”

Yes, she usually tries to make her presence felt, but starting today, she seems to have become somewhat dispensable.

"what's the situation?"

Shota walked up to Yomi and noticed that the Sesshoseki on her forehead was gradually losing its light. Before, it could at least maintain a glow, but now it was as dull as ashes, simply like a stone.

Normally, Huang Quan reacts fiercely, but now, even when Shota walks right in front of her, she only barely opens her eyes, revealing a hint of bloodlust.

This guy looks so weak.

"Stay away from me."

Even ghosts need an energy source. The Sesshōseki is merely what she uses to survive in this world, not her main source of life force—if that were the case, the Sesshōseki would wither away sooner or later.

Shota looked at Yomi, whose eyes revealed hatred, but didn't say anything. Instead, he took a knife from beside him and handed it to her.

Even holding a knife was a struggle.

However, after Shota held the knife steady for her, he took her hand and then "let" her make a light red cut on her arm.

Huang Quan seemed to regain some energy.

Sure enough, this guy was craving "harm" and "killing".

Shota sighed, tossed the knife aside, and said to Rea, "I'll take her out for a bit."

"Where?"

Rei asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Lend me your umbrella, I'll take her out to recover."

Shota removed the seal from the corner of the room—which was a bell-like thing—tucked it into his waistband, and then took Yomi's hand, holding an umbrella for her as they went out.

"I'll be back in about an hour."

Shota said to Rea, "Please keep an eye on Mashiro."

Seeing that Shota's expression was a bit serious, Rea didn't say anything more, nodded, and watched Shota leave.

After half an hour.

Severed limbs, organs, and cries of agony.

Red, white, yellow, and all sorts of repulsive colors were mixed together.

In a place that could be called purgatory, a woman with black hair and dressed in black, holding a butcher's knife, stepped across the river of blood that had stretched into a vast expanse, her eyes fixed on the man she loathed at the doorway.

He swung the butcher's knife down!

"Ow—"

The pig under the knife let out a pitiful cry.

"Don't cut off the pig's leg, I want to take it home and eat it."

Shota criticized Huang Quan for diligently butchering pigs, but without saying a word, she smashed the butcher knife in her hand into Shota's face.

"choke--"

Shota gripped the butcher knife with one hand and threw it back in front of Yomi, pouting as he said, "Hurry up and clean it up. I only bought these ten pigs for you to vent your anger. Don't be stubborn."

"Do—"

Huang Quan chopped off the pig's head heavily, not caring at all that the pig's blood splattered all over him.

"This is all food, don't waste it."

Following Shota's words, Yomi seemed to have countless grievances with nowhere to vent, and directly chopped the pig into mincemeat.

Well, that's fine too. Minced meat can be used in cooking after all.

Shota remained unmoved by Yomi's little tricks; he didn't care what she did, as long as he had something to eat.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

While venting his anger on the pig in front of him, Huang Quan also drew strength to survive from this bloody act.

Not long after, after slaughtering ten pigs, Shota, having finished packing up the pigs for the dumbfounded farm workers who thought he was a monster, led the recovered Yomi and a pile of processed pork home.

Although buying so much meat made him feel a little heartbroken, the thought of being able to eat so much meat made him feel a little better.

but……

It seems like no one in my family knows how to cook!

Huang Quan continued to glare at Shota, who was walking ahead, with resentful eyes. Now that she had the power, she would start to plot how to kill him.

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Chapter 93. The Mysterious Man

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Within the Nura Clan, after Shota took Yomi, who had regained some of her strength, home and settled her in, he entrusted all the pork he had bought to the yokai to cook, and also chatted with the old man and the others.

"Hmm...good tea."

Nurarihyon slowly took a sip of tea, then put the small snack next to him into his mouth, chewed it leisurely a couple of times, and swallowed it.

"..." Shota wasn't very interested in eating slowly, so he changed the subject and asked, "Where's Rikuo?"

"He took that jade seal to the demon's shrine to offer sacrifices."

Nurarihyon spoke up, "For the sake of that old tanuki, let Rikuo do whatever he wants with me. As for that whip..."

At this point, Nurarihyon paused for a moment and asked, "What about your feedback on the meal?"

"Disgusting." Shota curled his lip and said, "Two words are enough."

Shota did not participate in the final battle between the Shikoku Yokai and the Nura Clan, nor did he even watch it. When he left, the fight had not yet started, and when he returned, it was already over.

However, he did hear some specific details, such as that Yu Zhang possessed a strange weapon—he used that weapon to kill many of his comrades, and that the weapon concentrated the power of all the yokai to fight against the Nura Clan's Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons). Although he was ultimately defeated by Rikuo.

But the whereabouts of that weapon remains a mystery. No one ever searched for it afterward, not even Yu Zhang, who was captured.

Next, Lu Sheng used his great benevolence and righteousness to influence the other party, and even spared his life, but planned to sincerely apologize to those who were injured or killed in the war afterward.

That's how it happened. Although Shota felt that Rikuo's actions might hurt the feelings of some of the yokai on his side, he was now the substitute for the third generation, and he had been in charge of this matter from beginning to end. Since he had made the decision, no one else would say anything.

Fortunately, there haven't been any reports of internal discord. On the contrary, many yokai have regained their confidence in the Nura Clan after this victory.

"Hmph." Nurarihyon snorted disdainfully upon hearing Shota's reply. After taking another sip of tea, he asked, "How strong are the yokai in Kyoto?"

"Just those five who came, not counting me and the old man, even if the entire Nura Clan were to attack, we could handle them. If we include me, we might have a slight advantage—of course, all of this is based on small-scale melees. I'm not familiar with the Hyakki."

“The enemy isn’t just those people,” Nurarihyon said. “Right now, I no longer have the ability to fight Hagoromo Gitsune on equal terms.”

"Getting old?"

"Humph."

Nurarihyon pointed to his heart and said, "My heart was taken out four hundred years ago."

"..."

Shota was silent for a moment, then pointed to the old man's heart and said, "You don't have a heart?"

A monster without a heart can still survive, but its abilities are greatly diminished. Is this old man just an empty shell all along?

"Why do you think I won't go and fight?"

Nurarihyon said, "I can only last three minutes if I really do it now."

"……All right."

Shota had always thought Nurarihyon was an incredibly strong and cunning monster, but he never expected him to be a "real man" for only three minutes...

"So you younger generation can worry about most things."

Nurarihyon said rather heartlessly, "Ah, these leisurely days are so nice."

Even after leaving, Shota continued to ponder the question of the yokai's heart.

While not a fatal wound, it was enough to greatly affect a demon, like the old man; perhaps he could have retained his youthful dashing appearance. The power likely also affected many things…

This is absolutely terrifying...

However, taking a monster's heart would definitely severely injure it, and taking only the heart is much better for a monster than losing its life.

Thinking of this, Shota felt much more at ease. There couldn't possibly be a monster in this world whose heart could be stolen by accident, right?

"Rei! Today we're having a whole pig feast!"

For the next two days, everyone went to class, leaving Huang Quan alone at home to "look after the house" and go back after school. At this time, Huang Quan would definitely be eager to find Xiang Tai to make his presence known.

Useless, useless, useless.