I don't know if the lick was intentional or unintentional, I felt like I was being electrocuted by something, and my whole body was trembling a little.

"It's delicious." Jiang Ke winked at me, for some reason, I always felt that what he said was delicious was not referring to the Jingguozi, but to my fingers.

Zhou Yuhao's face was about to turn black, he twisted a piece of Beijing fruit, bit it in his mouth, and then took advantage of my unpreparedness, grabbed the back of my head, and then fed it to my mouth, and at the same time did not forget to bite it, the teeth crossed my lips, I was immediately stunned, the whole person was completely dead, and my brain was blank.

Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

After a day of shopping, we were all a little tired, so we found a restaurant on the side of the road and went in to eat.

We ordered a few daily meals, and we were halfway through when we heard an argument in the next room, all shouted in Japanese, which I didn't understand at all.

And Zhou Yuhao, who was sitting beside me, frowned slightly.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of ghostly energy on the other side, and then I heard a "bang" sound, as if someone had fallen to the ground heavily, and then, a phantom flashed through the door and fled.

Then, a group of people rushed into the room, and then I heard pure Chinese: "President, President, wake up." ”

Jiang Ke couldn't help but ask me: "Sister, it seems to be from Huaxia, should we go over and have a look?" ”

Zhou Yuhao shook his head at us and motioned for us not to act rashly.

"Wait, what the hell is this?" There was a loud scream, followed by a loud shouting and scolding, and I couldn't help frowning.

However, after all, we are here for the ghost coffin, and I am afraid it is not appropriate to meddle in matters at this time.

Just then, we heard a stabbing sound, the paper wall was smashed, and a man fell at our feet.

When I looked, the man was covered in blood and had deep wounds on his body.

The strange thing is that the wounds are all split by themselves, like an invisible person who is holding a knife to cut on him.

When I looked up, there were stout men in the next room with tattoos on their bodies, much like Japanese gangs, but from their screaming and scolding words, I could tell that they were all Chinese.

These people were all cursed, and they were covered in knives.

Zhou Yuhao stood up, walked straight over, and came to the old man covered in blood.

The old man was about fifty or sixty years old, with gray hair, and he looked less like a gang than a businessman.

Zhou Yuhao reached out and picked him up, and slammed his hand into his stomach.

Zhou Yuhao is a spirit body, so his hands can penetrate his body, while the old man's body is intact.

Stirring in the old man's stomach for a while, he jerked back his hand, clutching a yellow mass in his hand.

The wounds on the old man's body actually began to heal miraculously, and if it weren't for the blood everywhere on his body, it would have made people think that everything just now was a dream.

The same is true for the others, who have struggled out of the excruciating pain, confused.

"Who are you?" A young man with a blue dragon tattooed on his chest asked in Japanese.

I looked up at him and said, "We are Huaxia." ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the old man on the ground said, "Ah Long, come and help me up." ”

The man with the dragon tattoo hurriedly helped him up, and the old man glanced at the three of us and said, "Thank you three for saving your life." ”

Zhou Yuhao said lightly: "No need, they are all Chinese people, and when they go out, of course they should help each other." ”

The old man nodded appreciatively: "Well said, but unfortunately, not all Chinese people think so." After that, he looked at us again and said, "With all due respect, are the three of you a mage?" ”

Zhou Yuhao said: "I know a little bit about spells." He opened his hand, and the things that had been turned out of the old man's stomach fell to the ground, and they were all yellow chrysanthemum petals.

"Did the old gentleman offend someone?" Zhou Yuhao asked.

The old man's eyes flashed with hatred, and he said, "These bastards, I just refuse to compromise, and they actually put such a vicious curse on me. ”

Zhou Yuhao said lightly: "Is it Yin Yang Liao?" ”

The old man was taken aback, and looked at him seriously again: "Who are the three of them?" ”

Zhou Yuhao smiled indifferently: "We have an enmity with Yin-Yang Liao, if you are afraid of Yin-Yang Liao, we will treat it as if we have not seen it today." ”

After that, without waiting for the old man to speak, he turned back to us and made a look, and we followed him out of the hotel.

I couldn't help but ask, "Who are these?" ”

Zhou Yuhao said: "They are members of the Qinglong Gang, a Chinese gang in Kyoto, and that old man is the founder of the Qinglong Gang, and the Chinese shops in Kyoto are all under the management of the Qinglong Gang." ”

The Green Dragon Gang, this name is so frustrating.

Zhou Yuhao continued: "This gang is actually formed by Chinese businessmen, otherwise it will be squeezed by local gangs and have no place to live. ”

It didn't take long for the gang to be left behind and we continued to hang out, exactly like tourists.

"Sister, that's a Noh drama." Jiang Ke suddenly said excitedly, "I've seen it in the comics, why don't we go and see it?" ”

Noh is a traditional Japanese theater that originated in the eighth century and has since evolved to incorporate a variety of artistic expressions such as acrobatics, song, dance, and burlesque.

The performers of Noh always wear a kind of white miserable mask, and I always thought that the mask was terrifying, and I really couldn't understand the Japanese aesthetic.

But since Xiao Ke likes it, I finally came once, of course I am willing to accompany him to see it.

The old theater houses the Repertoire of Noh plays, Aoi Kami, which was adapted by Saiami from an 11th-century work written by the Murasaki clan, The Tale of Genji.

The content of the play is mainly about Aoi, Genji's wife, who is possessed by the ghost of her husband's disgraced lover Rokuno, and finally the ascetic monks in the mountains help Aoi dispel the ghost, and Aoi gives birth to a child safely.

The theater was crowded, and we found a place to sit down, and I couldn't understand a word of the lyrics, and I was drowsy.

Somehow, I really fell asleep leaning on Zhou Yuhao's body.

After I fell asleep, Jiang Ke seemed to suddenly feel something, his eyes became hollow, and then he stood up, as if possessed by a ghost, and slowly walked towards the backstage.

Zhou Yuhao glanced at him, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, revealing a mysterious smile.

Jiang Ke came to the backstage of the Noh drama like a walking corpse, and the strange thing is that there was no one in the backstage at this time, and there was still a mask of a female ghost hanging in the dressing room.

Suddenly, the fluorescent lamp overhead flickered and went out completely, and the room was pitch black, except for the eyes of the female ghost, which lit up with a strange and inexplicable green light.

The woman's mournful laughter sounded all around, and the mask on the wall slowly floated up and rushed towards Jiang Ke.

The mask hovered in front of Jiang Ke, and a phantom appeared under the mask, like an ancient woman, she opened her hands, hugged Jiang Ke, and hugged him tightly into her arms.

"Hee-hee-hee." The female ghost smiled, originally thinking that she had caught Jiang Ke, but Jiang Ke suddenly laughed: "If you Yin Yang Liao want to arrest me, you should send a powerful ghost, just a junior green ghost, also want to arrest me, it's really looking for death." ”

With that, he raised his hand and pressed it on the female ghost's mask, and with a click, a crack appeared on the mask, and the female ghost let out a painful scream, but Jiang Ke's face showed excitement.

The female ghost's spirit began to grow, and puffs of smoke rose from it, and the female ghost was in inexplicable pain, constantly struggling under his hands.

"It's a pity, it's not easy for you to advance to a green ghost, who told you that you were too unlucky and fell into my hands." Jiang Ke leaned in front of her and smiled inexplicably, "I like to watch people suffer and be tortured the most." ”

After a full five minutes, the female ghost was gone, and the mask fell to the ground, and with a crisp click, it shattered into pieces.

After killing the female ghost, he suddenly smiled, glanced into a certain void, and with a movement of his wrist, a large red silk silk flew out of his sleeve, wrapped around something in the void, and pulled hard.

The thing fell at his feet, and it turned out to be a young man dressed in an onmyoji costume.

"Tut-tut, you're pretty handsome, but it's a pity, you're going to die here today." Jiang Ke said with a smile.

The young onmyoji tried his best to break free, but the red silk became tighter and tighter.

"Don't waste your efforts." Jiang Ke smiled, "The more you struggle, the more painful it will be." ”

The young onmyoji said inwardly: "You dare to kill me, I am a person from the Yin-Yang Liao, if you kill me......"

Jiang Ke pulled the silk silk, and the young onmyoji turned into a pile of white bones in an instant, and fell to the ground with the flying silk silk, making a tinkling dong crisp sound.

"There's so much nonsense, it's really noisy."

Jiang Ke sneered disdainfully, turned around and walked outside.

I rubbed my eyes and woke up, but I saw that Jiang Ke's position next to me was empty, and I hurriedly asked, "Yu Hao, where is Xiao Ke?" ”

"Don't worry, he might go to the bathroom." Zhou Yuhao said.

I was even more anxious: "How can you let him go alone." I wanted to get up and look for it, but suddenly I saw Jiang Ke walking back with a few strings of oden in his hand: "Sister, this is delicious, you can taste it." ”

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't run around in the future." ”

"Got it." Jiang Ke ate with a mouth full of oil, and Zhou Yuhao glanced at him meaningfully.

At this time, in a certain stone room, a person dressed in the costume of an onmyoji knelt in front of an altar, and the flames on the altar danced, and every time it jumped, it was as if a ghost came out of the fire, let out a terrible scream, and then dissipated into the air.

Another man dressed in an onmyoji costume walked in, saluted him, and said, "Lord Onmyo-head, the ghosts we sent out have all failed. ”