Is this okay?

As residents of modern society, we are completely in the dark about this kind of thing, so we definitely won't miss the opportunity to experience it now that it's not so rare.

After all, this is a Japanese national treasure, and one must try it.

perhaps.

But it doesn't matter!

Let's not overthink this issue, just drink!

"Pour the wine! Drink!"

"Oh!"

"You won't come home until you're drunk!"

The three of them started drinking. The wine of this era was all-natural, completely unlike the synthetic and blended wines of later generations, so it had a unique taste.

Just then, as the three of them were getting a little tipsy, the courtesan, Daki, slowly walked in from outside.

Daki's appearance was a sight to behold for everyone present, after all, the title of courtesan is no simple matter!

"She's the courtesan!!"

"it's beautiful!"

"If I could sleep with the courtesan for one night, I'd die happy!"

The surrounding customers immediately uttered the words "LSP" (Likely a slang term for someone who is overly enthusiastic or impatient).

Leng Mo and the other two were also amazed when they saw Duo Ji, after all, they had never seen Duo Ji before.

"Ah Mo, the courtesan is just different, her aura, her attire," Kazuma said, somewhat lost in thought.

"The courtesan is indeed beautiful, but the thought of her body still belonging to another man makes me..." Leng Mo looked distressed and inexplicably withdrawn.

This is like painting a woman and describing a man; the feeling is absolutely terrible.

"Thank you, but I'm already disillusioned." Upon hearing this, Kazuma immediately shut up and took a big gulp of his wine.

"When do we make our move?" Kaneki asked, stroking his chin with a serious expression.

"Make a move? Have you had enough fun?" Leng Mo looked at Jin Mu with a puzzled expression when he heard him say that.

"There's not much to do here, is there?" Kaneki sighed helplessly. After all, besides eating and drinking, there wasn't much else to do. He had to give up on other things, since he was concerned about his reputation.

"That makes sense." Kazuma also found it uninteresting, since it was impossible for him to actually go and do something else.

According to the operation of the gates around you, whoever goes there will suffer.

How can it be repaired? !

Kazuma couldn't help but show his grief and indignation when he thought of this. How wonderful it would be if he were alone.

At this moment, Du Ji, who was passing by, glanced at Leng Mo and the other two, and couldn't help but frown.

How should I put it? It's like finding a dead rat on the roadside – utterly repulsive.

Kazuma and Kaneki's scents were decent, but not to the point of being considered rare blood. The only one Daki found repulsive was Leng Mo; the smell emanating from him was like a pair of smelly socks left unwashed in the toilet for three days and three nights—utterly unpleasant.

Throwing them away is one thing, keeping them is another, but thinking about it carefully, these socks are still my own, which makes me feel even worse.

Immediately, Daki, covering her nose, hurriedly quickened her pace and left.

What bad luck! I never imagined there could be humans that even ghosts would despise. It's disgusting.

After Daki left, Kaneki's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he realized something.

"Why do I have this feeling that she dislikes us? It doesn't make sense."

"It's really strange, like encountering some kind of culinary disaster. Is something wrong with this?"

Kazuma also strongly agreed with Kaneki's opinion, feeling that there was something wrong with it that he didn't know.

Upon hearing this, Leng Mo's face darkened. He recalled what the spider father had said when he was on Spider Mountain.

He seemed to be the kind of guy even ghosts wouldn't want to eat, making him arguably the only guy who had absolutely no appetite for ghosts.

"Emmm... You won't believe it, but I was rejected by ghosts when I was on Spider Mountain. That's not scientific! Is there something on me that even ghosts don't want?"

"Ok?"

"Is there such a thing?"

Kazuma and Kaneki were taken aback by what they heard, as this had indeed touched upon a blind spot in their knowledge.

Logically speaking, humans are food for demons, just like ghouls are food for humans.

But Leng Mo's situation was a bit puzzling.

"Wait a minute? Why?" Kaneki couldn't understand why there were ghosts who disliked people.

"Huh? Why?" Kazuma was also completely baffled.

"Yes, why? I'm wondering why too. I even felt a mockery I'd never felt before; this is pressure I can't handle. I really don't want this kind of special treatment! I feel the most devastating insult! It must be Muzan's fault!"

Leng Mo couldn't understand or imagine this problem at all, and even felt a mockery from Kibutsuji Muzan from afar.

For a time, the three of them were caught in an endless loop, and they were eager to know why this unsolvable problem was happening.

"Ask directly?"

"makes sense."

"let's go!"

Finally, Leng Mo decided to take action and stop procrastinating.

So the three of them paid the bill and left, ready to take action.

To everyone's surprise, at that moment, Leng Mo and the other two stared in disbelief as Tanjiro walked in through the door with a shy expression.

"Huh? Amo? Kazuma? Kaneki?"

"what--!!!"

Leng Mo and his two companions instantly resembled groundhogs on a country fence, letting out a soul-stirring cry towards the distance.

"It's a motor!"

"Exposed!"

"At this point, the only option is to kill them to silence them!"

In an instant, the expressions of Leng Mo and the other two turned ferocious. They were determined to kill Tanjiro and prevent him from exposing this matter.

As a result, Tanjiro immediately smiled upon seeing them, letting out a sigh of relief and saying:

"That's great, I feel much more at ease with you guys here. You must be here to see that guy too."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone gasped instantly, their expressions returning to seriousness, and then...

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"Yes, yes!"

"That's right!"

In the blink of an eye, Leng Mo, Kazuma, and Kaneki nodded frantically, indicating that they had come to deal with Daki.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Daki returned to her room with a face full of displeasure, feeling nauseous just thinking about the aura emanating from Leng Mo, whom she had encountered on the way.

"Tch! What bad luck! To run into that kind of guy, how disgusting. Madam, tell the guests I'm not feeling well today and don't want to serve any customers."

"Okay, but are you alright?"

The madam asked with some concern upon hearing this.

Daki walked to the window and sat down, but the window was closed and she couldn't see the view outside.

"It's nothing, I just need to rest for a bit."

"Okay, you should get some rest."

Upon hearing this, the madam didn't ask any further questions, but simply took her leave.

After the madam left, Daki looked out the window with a displeased expression.

"Seriously, who closed the window?"

She got up and reached out to open the window, and instantly the clear night breeze blew in.

"What a comfortable breeze."

Ok?

Daki suddenly noticed something on the roof outside the window blocking the moonlight, and looked closely.

Three men stood on the rooftop in different stylish poses, some even looking down at him, and a fourth man in the corner was playing music.

For a fleeting moment, I could hear a strange singing voice in my ears.

'Ah, ee-ya...'

"..."

Daki was stunned by what she saw, never expecting to witness such a surreal scene.

Hmm... Am I seeing things?

She rubbed her eyes in confusion, then looked out the window again.

'Ah, ee-ya...'

Under the moonlight, the three men remained motionless, staring at him.

"..."

Pretend you didn't see it.

Lately, the red-light district has been having a lot of weird and wonderful people showing up.

Daki silently closed the window, pretending that she hadn't seen anything.

After all, she still needs to conceal her identity and cannot recklessly expose it.

Click.

The window cover showed absolutely no respect for the people on the roof outside.

"Ah Mo, what should we do if they don't give us face?"

Kaneki stared blankly at the tightly closed window, utterly bewildered.

Tanjiro, standing nearby, asked uncertainly while holding his phone, "Should the music still play?"

"closed!"

"Oh."

Paji.

Tanjiro turned off the music and waited for the next step.

At this moment, Leng Mo silently took out his Nichirin Blade, stood under the moonlight, slowly drew the sword, and revealed a cruel smile.

"Since they won't take the bait, then we won't hold back. Tonight! This street has unfortunately been attacked by some unknown bandits. Slurp!"

As he spoke, Leng Mo cruelly licked his Nichirin Blade.

Kazuma, standing to the side, nodded silently upon hearing this, and then drew his Nichirin Blade and swung it haphazardly.

"Yosh! Let's wipe out everyone on this street!"

"Hurrah—!" Kaneki joined in excitedly.

In an instant, the three men exuded an aura of wielding a sword and hacking their way from one end of the street to the other.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Tanjiro scratched his head upon seeing this situation.