Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

This made Feng Ji sigh inwardly.

There is no problem for Yiji to be a dancer who serves men with her beauty, but she is not qualified to be an actor who needs to perform everywhere. How can she stay in the city of Shanya with an uncertain future?

I'm afraid he has been sold to someone else, but he's still talking about other people's good points.

"If sister goes back... Yiji, Yiji has no objection."

(You may not say anything, but your opinions are written on your face.)

Feng Ji took her sister into her arms and stroked her silky hair with her fingertips.

Yiji's cheek was forced to be buried in her sister's plump chest, and her breath was filled with the familiar fragrance of orchids.

"Don't worry, I have big plans for staying here." Feng Ji's voice was gentle and bewitching.

"Big…plan?"

Yiji struggled to raise her little face, her cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen making her look even more beautiful, and she blinked in confusion.

"Ah."

Feng Ji chuckled, "If it succeeds, I will be the greatest contributor to Master Yuyuko, and we sisters will have the greatest backer."

Yiji uttered a confused "oh" and asked innocently, "Sister, what is that plan? Can I help?"

Feng Ji did not answer, but asked, "My dear sister, do you think I am beautiful?"

"nice!"

Yiji replied without hesitation.

In her eyes, a breathtaking face was reflected——

Her dark eyebrows are as green as distant mountains, and the enchanting lines outlined in gold powder at the corners of her eyes add a touch of weirdness. Her red lips are not made up, but are more beautiful than peach blossoms in March.

Feng Ji raised her chin slightly as she spoke.

The candlelight cast a soft glow on her delicate features, making her skin appear as crystal clear as snow, as if water could be squeezed out of it.

"Even if the general marries Fairy Lingyue, men are just..."

Under Yiji's wide-eyed gaze, Fengji spoke softly, words that sounded like the truth, "A wife is always inferior to a concubine, a concubine is inferior to a secret lover, and a secret lover is inferior to...not being able to steal."

"Sister, that would be fatal—"

"Shh-"

Fengji placed a slender finger on her sister's lips and leaned over to whisper in Yiji's ear.

"If you want to catch big fish...you have to be willing to put out some good bait."

"And our bait is the beautiful face and delicate body that God has given us."

Fengji's cheeks flushed slightly. "I am more willing to serve Inu Taisho than to serve the Emperor."

These words made Yiji's mind emerge with the image of that tall and majestic figure with flowing silver hair - the heroic posture that looked around with disdain, the muscle lines full of power, and the pair of golden vertical pupils that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

(A man like that...)

(He is indeed better than the fat emperor...)

Her legs crossed unconsciously and she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth.

Under the candlelight, the girl's eyes were full of spring, and even her voice was trembling slightly.

"Sister is right... If we are destined to serve the powerful..."

The sweet sweat of nervousness slid down her slender neck and sank deep into her clothes.

Yiji's voice became softer and softer, but it was filled with unprecedented determination.

"Being able to serve such a heroic general... perhaps it is truly our good fortune..."

Feng Ji looked at her sister's reaction with satisfaction, and gently lifted Yi Ji's chin with her fingertips, "This is my smart and good sister."

She put her red lips close to Yiji's ear, "When I succeed... you will definitely benefit..."

"Sister, is it just a benefit?" Yi Ji refused.

"You are really greedy, girl." Feng Ji turned over with a smile, "Then let me see what you have."

"Sister~"

Outside the window, a yellow autumn leaf fell with the wind, just covering the overlapping shadows of the two sisters.

........................

In the never-ending mist of the Sanzu River, Onozuka Komachi mechanically paddled her oar.

Her red eyes had long lost their luster, and there was a thick dark blue under her eyes. Her head, which was tied with two red ponytails, also drooped.

The Grim Reaper's scythe, which he never let go of, was casually thrown on the bow of the ship.

"Which... batch is it?" She muttered to herself blankly, her voice aggrieved as if it had been soaked in the water of the Sanzu River a thousand times.

The ghosts piled up at the stern were so high that they blocked her view.

The translucent dead pressed against each other, making irritating whimpering sounds.

What’s even more terrifying is that at the end of the sight, more ghosts are pouring in, like a snow that never stops falling.

"Master Shiki...give them a vacation."

Komachi wailed weakly, "If you keep going like this, your Shinigami will become one of the ghosts..."

She numbly reached for her waist, only to find the wine gourd was already empty.

This discovery made her completely paralyzed at the bow of the ship, and she was too lazy to even make a symbolic complaint.

(This day...)

(When will it end...)

The river flowed silently, reflecting her face that seemed to be filled with despair.

In the distance, another group of newly dead ghosts were queuing at the ferry, and the line was so long that there was no end in sight.

Suddenly, a strange sound of splashing water was heard on the Sanzu River. Komachi's eyes, which were about to turn into dead fish eyes, suddenly lit up, and the whole person jumped up from the deck as if he had been electrocuted.

She deftly raised her toes, and the huge Grim Reaper's scythe drew a silver arc in the air and landed steadily on her shoulder.

The God of Death, who had been listless just now, straightened his back in an instant, and a solemn light rekindled in his red eyes. In the blink of an eye, he turned back into the majestic God of Death.

(Finally, some fun. If I keep doing this, I'll be a dead fish.)

The sickle blade shone coldly in the darkness, illuminating her face which had suddenly come alive.

Even the mist over the Sanzu River seemed to disperse somewhat, making way for the god of death who had instantly regained his dignity.

A standard ferry boat, manufactured by the [Rights and Wrongs Hall], came towards them.

The paper lanterns hanging on the bow of the boat emitted a faint green light in the mist.

On the simple little boat stood a petite girl, wearing a jet-black kimono embroidered with red spider lily patterns.

Her porcelain-white face was expressionless like a doll's, and her red eyes were as dark as the sky of the underworld, always so dark.

"Hell Girl...Yanma Ai."

The sickle in Komachi's hand turned in a beautiful arc over her shoulder.

The cold light reflected from the blade illuminated the delicate Yama patterns on the other person's kimono.

Although the other party is a colleague, they do not work on the same system.

I am responsible for the simple work of ferrying souls, but Yanma Ai is a little different. She is responsible for a new project in hell——

Those living people consumed by hatred can summon this Hell Girl by finding a black Hell Ema in the Midnight Shrine and writing the name of the cursed person on the back to drag their enemy into eternal darkness.

Of course, the price is that after death, one's soul will be condemned to hell forever.

(It's such a leisurely job. When I have free time, I can even hang out in the living world. It's much better than being a laborer.)

(Great monster-level laborers, Master Shiki is too extravagant!)

Komachi curled her lips and looked at the never-extinguished lantern in Enma Ai's hand. The dancing flame inside seemed to be telling countless stories full of hatred.

(Also, despite being so cute, she has an even more expressionless face than Shiki-sama.)

(That three-eyed spider guy is really harmful to people.)

Komachi, who was constantly complaining in her heart, crossed the distance limit and stepped onto the bow of the ship of love.

Before the other party could react, she had already stretched out her claws and pinched Ai's delicate face.

"Ai-chan, you can't have a stern face all day long~"

Komachi rubbed the soft cheek with a wicked smile, his fingers sinking into the jade-like skin, "Such a lovely face, it would be a waste if you don't smile more!"

A hint of helplessness emerged in the depths of Yan Mo'ai's red eyes. She had expected this sudden attack, but there was no way to avoid it.

She subconsciously wanted to step back, but Komachi's other hand wrapped around her slender waist.

(This guy...still doesn't play by the rules.)

"Let go..."

Ai's voice was still cold, but the slightly red tips of her ears betrayed her emotions.

Komachi pushed her face closer and closer, "Hey, Ai-chan, if you're willing to smile, I'll help you share half of the workload~"

As long as she shared half of the burden, Komachi could legitimately go to the living world and slack off.

(If I change jobs in the future, no, how could I betray Shiki-sama, if I were to work part-time as [Hell Girl], that would be absolutely beautiful.)

Komachi continued.

"And if you don't want to work under the Three-Eyed Spider, I can introduce you to Master Shiki~"

This invitation made Ai's face fluctuate. She raised her head slightly and said, "No, I'm atonement..."

"Tsk." Komachi interrupted Ai's words without hesitation, "What do you mean by atonement or not? Master Shiki says you are guilty, so you are guilty. The rest is lies!"

Ai was speechless, and realized that what Komachi said was true.

Yama's chief judge, Shiki Eiji, who ranks among the top three in hell, represents absolute correctness and absolute good and evil!

All existence cannot lie to her.