"According to the news from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department yesterday, thirteen people have disappeared in Tokyo in the past half month, ranging from children aged 11 or 2 to middle-aged people aged 60 or 70. The police initially judged that it should be..."

In the Hirota Shrine, Shinji Torimon and his family were kneeling on the tatami, with a small table in front of them enjoying breakfast, and morning news was playing on the TV screen on one side.

Shinji Torimon's wife Mikoto Torimon looked worriedly at the news broadcast on TV.

"It's really worrying. It's obvious that something happened in Shinjuku District half a month ago, and now there is such a disappearance case again. Husband, are there monsters there?"

Shinji Torimon's face calmly scattered the rice.

"Don't scare yourself. The incident that happened in Shinjuku is just a case. I won't talk about it in the past. This has only happened in a hundred years.

"And, isn't it normal for Tokyo to disappear? As the largest economic center of the East Kingdom, the pressure is also the greatest. As the city with the highest suicide rate in the East Kingdom, there has never been a person dead in the river and river over there."

Mikoto Torimon nodded seriously.

"You're right. When I was still living in Tokyo, I often heard that the police found himself in Tokyo Bay who poured himself into asphalt buckets and committed suicide by jumping into the river. They are such poor children. What can you do if you can't think about it?"

"Puff~ cough cough."

Listening to the two of them quietly, Tuyumen Xiuluo, who was wearing a witch suit, suddenly choked. She blushed and patted her man-like chest and coughed constantly. Then, she recovered and said with laughter and tears.

"Mom, tell me how people pour themselves into asphalt and then jump into the river to commit suicide."

Mikoto tilted her head in confusion, "Can't it work?"

"alright."

Shinji interrupted the conversation between the two and glanced at Xiuluo, and his eyes were silent.

It’s been a day or two for you, so it’s better not to let her know about such dirty things.

"It is useless to say these things too much. We cannot control other people's ideas. You are going to Shinto University to study tomorrow. Are you ready?"

Xiu Luo immediately understood.

"Of course I'm ready, I'll take the subway to Tokyo tomorrow."

"I'll send you tomorrow, and I'll take a look at your grandmother." Mikoto Torimon said, as she said, she seemed to have thought of something, "By the way, husband, should you bring some specialties to Mama Matsuhara? It seems that I haven't been to play with her for a long time."

Shinji Toojimen's face stopped and his hands holding chopsticks trembled slightly.

He remembered that when he went to Tsuke Matsuhara half a month ago, in order to prove his innocence, he even took him to find Kabukicho's mother San to ask for surveillance video, which made him believe it.

Takashi Matsuhara knew, his wife must have known it. His wife knew, wouldn’t it be better for her to find her again?

Now Shinji Toojimen wants to wear it back and strangle himself to death at that time. If he misunderstood, he will misunderstand. So what can he do? Anyway, he is in this industry, so it would be great to fool people.

Can it be compared to the harmony of this couple?

Shinji Tuji remembered the trophy of Mikoto's National Karate Competition, and the thief who sneaked into the shrine three years ago and was beaten to six fractures by her.

Gudong~

He swallowed, his face pale.

Mikoto tilted her head in confusion, "What's wrong with you, husband?"

"No... nothing."

Shinji Torimoni pretended to be calm and looked at Xiuluo.

"Xiuluo, you should pay attention when you go to Shinto Academy..."

...

"...If you want to find a boyfriend, remember to find someone who is willing to marry into the family. Our Fujiwara family's surname cannot be broken!"

In the Ise God Palace, Fujiwara Teng Ryu said seriously to Fujiwara Natsuki who was kneeling on the ground in front of him.

A few days ago, Fujiwara Natsuki decided to transfer from Lampeluxue College to Shinto College for further studies, and officially inherited the Ise Shrine.

In this regard, Fujiwara Toru naturally had 100% support and immediately helped her get everything done.

"I know, I know." Fujiwara Natsuki responded impatiently, and then asked curiously, "Grandpa, tell me what did the witch come to you that day and said?"

Fujiwara Toruri looked straight, "This is not what you should know."

"Really." Fujiwara Natsuki curled her lips unhappily, "When I didn't want to inherit the Ise Temple, I wanted to stuff all the things that were gods and ghosts to me, but now I agree and hide it."

...

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"I...Who am I?"

In the darkness, a confused figure opened his eyes. The first thing that caught his eye was a huge Japanese ancient house, and even his location was still invisible.

Pink cherry blossom petals are flying all over the sky, and under the moonlight, it is as beautiful as a fairyland on earth.

In a trance, he saw a man in a kimono sitting on the trunk of the tall cherry blossom tree not far away, with his messy and casual black hair flying in the breeze.

He held a woman with black hair and black eyes in one hand and smoked a dry cigarette in the other. The two of them quietly enjoyed the moonlight, looking like the quiet years.

It seemed as if he noticed that he was staring at him, the man turned his head and looked at him, his eyes flashing with a glimmer.

"Dirty spider, why don't you go to the banquet?"

This name seemed to have opened up a certain shackle, and a huge amount of memories came like a tide.

By the way, I am a local spider, an indigenous people who were incompatible with the Yamato court and hid in the deep mountains, and a monster turned into by the resentful spirits after death.

Two hundred years ago, he was defeated and subdued by the man in front of him, joined the Nura group, and became a member of his Hundred Ghost Night Walk.

Now that the spiritual energy is revived, they come from the Yellow Spring to the present world, and will launch a night tour of hundreds of ghosts again. Now, the Nura Group’s headquarters is holding a celebration banquet on the eve of the night tour of hundreds of ghosts at the past headquarters.

Thinking of it, the earth spider stood up. His huge body was five or six meters tall. He was wearing a samurai uniform, his red crazy hair was scattered behind his head, and he was wearing a green-faced and fanged mask on his face.

"Yes, General."

The earth spider responded with his head down and then slowly walked towards the front yard.

Looking at the back of the earth spider leaving, Nura Carp said with emotion.

"Every time I think about the power of my lord, I feel incredible."

"Yes, who would have thought that in just a few days, He could give us such a powerful and complete night walk of the hundred ghosts."

Yamabuki Otomi sighed, and then she gently touched the face of the carp.

"Do you don't go to the banquet because you feel that your bond with these people is false?"

Nura Liban grinned and showed an evil smile.

"I am the lord of ghosts and monsters, so it is natural to rule over a hundred ghosts, right?"

Yamabuki Otomi smiled, looking at him foolishly.

"The master said that when the world is upgraded, he will embody our world, and then we will meet with everyone in the Nura group again."

"yes."

Liban said with a smile, and then, under Otome's scream, he hugged her and jumped off the cherry blossom tree.
Chapter completed!