Chapter 1147: Chapter 98: Do You Require Human Assistance

The Fusang People call the time of dusk “the hour of encountering demons.”

It means that during this time, when Yin and Yang are shifting, living people return home and monsters come out, easily running into each other.

The atmosphere of the stern Liusheng Dojo during the day subtly drapes itself in a layer of enchanting colors in the evening glow.

Maeda Chuoichi wakes up from a dazed state and instinctively glances at the time.

What time is it? Damn…

In the morning, guests were having a pleasant conversation, although Yagyu Junko didn’t agree to those conditions, she was willing to collaborate, and specifically called over Sayuri to apologize to the warrior of the Maeda Family for cutting off his finger.

In some circles, it’s said that for a proper apology, a young girl must take off all her clothes and kneel to show sincerity.

However, Sayuri said the local custom is to self-punish with three cups first…

Maeda Chuoichi had never experienced the high-end services of Liusheng Dojo before; his company was not exactly top-notch. His understanding of the entertainment industry was merely looking at whether a girl’s looks were good, agreeing on a price, and then getting down to business.

He ended up completely drunk.

Upon waking, Maeda Chuoichi felt a splitting headache, his mind blank, completely unable to recall how he ended up drunk.

Damn, how could the president of a Chamber of Commerce be misled by mere wine and lust…

Starting today, I’ll definitely quit drinking!

But then again, Liusheng Dojo is really great, I must come again frequently.

In the morning, he was muddled, filled with alcohol, and didn’t actually get to eat any substantial food. Maeda Chuoichi felt a hunger and anxiety boiling inside.

Right, there was real business, almost delayed the real business.

Maeda Chuoichi turned over and sat up, took out an amulet made of bone from his bosom, bit his finger and dripped blood onto it.

With a sizzling sound, a woman dressed as a ninja appeared in the black mist.

“Go, test how much of the Hattori family’s Iga Ninja army still holds its strength.”

The female ninja nodded gently, turned around, and again vanished into the black mist.

In the room separated by one wall, Huang Anshi, who had been resting with closed eyes for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes: “Finally you’re here!”

When he reported to Yagyu Junko that the old man was hiding a demon, Yagyu Junko said nothing, only kept them in the dojo, let them secretly monitor Maeda Chuoichi’s every move.

As the saying goes, accepting the lord’s favor, be responsible for the lord’s worry.

Having eaten so much of Liusheng Dojo’s food with his disciple for free, now Huang Anshi was too embarrassed to ask for any reward, just wanted to prove he wasn’t some Jianghu World fraud.

“A Xiang!”

“Disciple here!”

Huang Anshi made gestures and spells, picked up a brush, dipped it in vermillion, and lightly dotted A Xiang’s forehead.

Open the face, initiate the spiritual rite!

Initiating the spiritual rite is a kind of witchcraft ceremony popular in the Fujian and Guangdong region, simply saying it’s inviting a deity to possess.

The famously known ones are the White Crane Child and Official Ghost General.

But actually, the categories are very complex, such as the Five Plague Gods, Eight Generals, Nezha Crown Prince, Life-Protecting Emperor, Kai Zhang Saint King, Three Mountain Kings, Lu Immortal Ancestor, and more.

These are the famous members of the Immortal Family, and there are countless nameless rural folk gods.

But among the Overseas Chinese community, the belief is clearer, with only four Immortal Family members officially supported by the Four Seas Commerce Guild: the Netherworld Emperor, Guiding Bodhisattva, Empress of Heaven, and Life-Protecting Emperor.

The first two focus on death, and the latter two focus on life.

The most important is compared to those gods who “read but don’t reply,” these four not only have Taoism heritage left in the present world but also can respond to calls.

The People of Ming’s custom in worshiping gods has always been pragmatic, worship whoever is effective.

Huang Anshi initiated the spiritual rite for his disciple to invite the General Li under the Guiding Bodhisattva.

Legend has it that beneath Guiding Bodhisattva are General Li and Judge Lu, two guardian messengers, and eighteen Yellow Springs Guides, dedicated to guiding Lost Souls and punishing evildoers.

General Li was originally named Li Yunyuan, a significant figure in the Demon Sect during his lifetime, once following the Demon Lord to bring chaos to the world, after submitting to Guiding Bodhisattva, he presided over the hot-oil Hell, specifically capturing and frying the vicious people of the world, never to be reborn.

A Xiang trembled all over, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were as black as ink, and her entire aura changed instantly.

Huang Anshi bowed in worship, saying: “Inviting General Li, to exorcise demons and uphold the path!”

……

“I won, I won!”

In the private VIP room, Li Mumu holds up a hanafuda card, laughing heartily.

“Come, come as promised, let me pinch…”

She was about to pounce on Nanyun Qianye for that beastly act, when all of a sudden, she shuddered, lost her balance, and fell headlong to the floor.

“Hahahaha—”

Shen Qingxi beside her burst into ruthless laughter.

“What comes around goes around, they say!”

“No… don’t tease me.”

Li Mumu holding her forehead, assisted by Nanyun Qianye, sits up: “Let me connect to the call.”

“Huh?”

Shen Qingxi frowned slightly, connect what call, did you play too hard and tear open your human skin?

Li Mumu was speechless.

She was transferred for a call.

Karma does have a way of being rather mysterious.

The clergy system of the Guiding Bodhisattva is excessively flexible.

Previously, when she called upon the Guiding Bodhisattva for support, perhaps because the Bodhisattva was busy with personal affairs, her request was transferred to the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations far off in Fusang.

Now Li Mumu couldn’t escape the fate of being redirected for a call herself.

“You’re over there, lend a hand if you can.”

She heard only this in her ear, then suddenly a strange perspective appeared before her eyes.

Right above her.

To be precise, on the rooftop of Liusheng Dojo.

Under the sunset, the Liusheng Dojo was enveloped in an eerie and sinister atmosphere.

Huh? Where’s the sinister part?

Li Mumu herself didn’t sense anything spooky or sinister.

This place is incredibly fun, the ladies’ voices are soothing, and the games are thrilling.

If not for her husband next door, she’d have no thoughts of going back.

But in that other strange perspective, it wasn’t the same experience.

Her heart was pounding, and the ominous laughter faintly echoing from the room made her skin crawl, something indescribable slowly seeped into her flesh and bones, despite it being a hot summer day, she felt no heat.

She saw a strand of hair wiggling slowly on the roof tiles.

That wasn’t an illusion.

Strands of hair, so slender they were barely visible, hovered in the air, silently enveloping the entire dojo.

As she traced the hair, the owner also noticed her.

It was a scantily clad woman—by Liusheng Dojo’s standards, exceedingly scantily clad, just a skimpy thong and a tank top, exposing the smooth groin and armpit.

That was a ninja.