After saying goodbye to Shijo Shige and Mr. Sima, Li Xuehao left Inari Shrine alone. With the God Eater Worm in his hand, he only needs to find the person who has a sense of the God Eater Worm now, and as for the Earth Spider Bear, I believe that as long as he finds that person, he should be able to ask about the whereabouts of the Earth Spider Bear.

Although there are some people in Kyoto who are not familiar with the place, they do not need to be introduced by a tour guide, as long as they sense the presence of that person, just like GPS navigation, follow the address on the "navigation", and finally find the place.

From the induction, it was known that the person had been staying in one place and had never left.

More than half an hour later, Li Xuehao walked into a shopping street, which was very lively, and there was a translucent ceiling overhead. This reminded him of the famous street in Kyoto that Midori Sawai had introduced to him before, Teramachi-dori Street.

According to Midori Sawai, Teramachi-dori is a favorite shopping street for students in Kyoto because there are many fashion stores, fast food restaurants, and department stores, and many high school and college students frequent. At the same time, there are many shops selling souvenirs, such as food, use, and play.

The last time I came to Kyoto City, Midori Sawai was going to take him here to go shopping, but because of the urgency of time, he didn't come.

This time, I had the opportunity to go shopping alone, but unfortunately Sawai Midori was in class, otherwise I could have asked her to come with me and find someone to go shopping.

Walking out of the Teramachi-dori Street, which has a translucent canopy, there are more and more shops on both sides, including traditional sweets, bookstores, antique shops, tea houses, and even many small Japanese inns.

Not long after, Li Xuehao stopped in front of a bookstore, and the person he sensed was inside.

This is an antique bookstore, not an antique bookstore in the ordinary sense, but a bookstore specializing in buying and selling antique books and prints, with four Chinese characters on the door, and the words "Ancient Books, Ukiyo-e, and High Price Buy" are hung on the left. Ancient books are ancient books, while ukiyo-e refers to prints.

Printmaking is a picture carved or printed on wood, stone, hemp glue and other layouts with knives or chemicals.

Through the transparent glass wall, you can see that there are three long rows of bookshelves inside, and the walls are lined with exquisite prints.

There were also quite a few guests inside, most of them looking at the prints on the shelves, and some were admiring the paintings on the walls.

Li Xuehao pushed open the glass door and walked in, he glanced at it, and the person he sensed did not appear in the store, but behind the small door at the end of the store, which should belong to the private space where the store manager rested.

Of course, he wouldn't just break in, anyway, he had already arrived at the place, and with him blocked outside, that person couldn't escape. Instead, he was interested in the manager of the bookstore.

The store manager is an old man in his sixties and seventies, short in stature, perhaps less than one meter five, wearing a traditional kimono, looking kind and kind, and he patiently answers the inquiries of one customer after another.

However, this is not a charitable old man, he has killed people! Li Xuehao found a faint smell of blood from him, almost imperceptible, maybe because when he killed someone, it was a long time ago, maybe more than 20 years, so the bloody smell was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

Moreover, he also has a faint onmyoji service power on his body, but it is pitiful, and there is no evil qi coming out of his body, which means that he does not have his own style god.

At most, this is just an old man who has a little more means than ordinary people, and he is about to die, maybe a man in the prime of life can easily deal with him, of course, when he is defenseless.

"Guest, do you need anything?" the manager seemed to notice the youngest customer in the store after answering a customer's question.

Li Xuehao didn't notice this, the guests around him were either elderly people or adults in their twenties and thirties, and there was absolutely no young man like him.

"I'll take a casual look. Li Xuehao said casually, pretending to look at the prints on the wall, but after taking a look, he felt strange in his heart.

Because the Japanese prints on the wall are very special, they are basically a man and a woman, and they are not wearing clothes, or they are wearing clothes, but the most private parts are exposed.

It's all – Spring Palace paintings!

Li Xuehao felt that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and in the face of these Spring Palace paintings, he actually said to take a look at it?

The manager's gaze was also strange, and his words were ambiguous and suspicious: "It's rare for a customer to be interested in ukiyo-e at such an age. ”

Li Xuehao was not embarrassed by the strangeness and sarcasm in his words, but secretly felt that he didn't understand that he had said stupid things before, and at the same time, he had already noticed the strange eyes of many people around him, and it was indeed a little inappropriate for a teenager to come to this kind of place.

However, he didn't care about these, but said with a natural expression: "Store manager, do you have ukiyo-e of the Ming Dynasty in China here?"

"Chinese ukiyo-e?" The store manager was slightly stunned, probably not expecting this young man to be calm, but then his expression became more ambiguous, "Yes, guest, do you need it?"

"Yes. Li Xuehao nodded, just asked casually, there really is. Of course, the prints handed down during the Ming Dynasty could not be, they could only be products of modern printing.

The store manager returned to the counter, took out a print about one foot wide and two feet long, and then walked over: "Guest, this is the ukiyo-e of the Ming Dynasty of China, the work of the great painter Tang Bohu." ”

He could still say Tang Bohu's name, although it was a little weird to say it in Japanese-style Chinese, but Li Xuehao still understood.

Of course, Tang Bohu's paintings are very famous, and he also wants to see what kind of painting it is.

It's just that when the store manager showed it to him, his brow couldn't help jumping.

There's no doubt that Tang Bohu's work is vivid, but a man and a woman are doing that kind of thing, and the intersection between the two is very clear, even more beautiful than the prints on the walls he just saw.

He suddenly understood why the store manager looked even more ambiguous when he heard that he wanted prints from the Ming Dynasty.

"We want this ukiyo-e, please wrap it. Husband, why don't you wait for me, you will come in first?" A beautiful female voice suddenly sounded next to him, and then a snow-white slender hand grabbed his arm and pressed his body over, in a very intimate posture.