Ming Nu has been very idle recently.

Somehow, since Lord Wusan left the Sun House in the temple, he has never used Infinite City again. At most, he conveyed some inconsistency orders through her—

For example, let the ghosts below stop fighting, avoid ghost killing team members and hide traces of eating people.

So, she, the first assistant to Muzan Kimuzan, has now become a small employee in the mailroom and an unpopular marginal figure.

At first, Mingnu thought she was unhappy and was so anxious that she would be killed one day. But after experiencing two days of free life, she felt

: Actually, this is also very good.

At least I no longer worry about those uncontrollable little thoughts being captured by Muzan Kimuzan.

After the burden was reduced, she no longer needed to stay in the Infinite City every day like before, but instead had plenty of time to go out to find food and perform.

For example, she had a pipa solo in Kabukicho, Kyoto tonight.

Before each performance, she would use her beloved pipa to smash a person's head with her own hands and make her bloody, and then bring the nervousness and joy after killing people, and use her trembling hands to bring a unique auditory feast to the ignorant human audience.

Therefore, her performance is indeed literally at the cost of life.

At this time, one hour before the performance began, she stood by the window on the second floor of the Tea House, carefully looking at the passing pedestrians, intending to pick one of them.

It is best to be a man who looks handsome but is actually idle with his right hand.

Because killing someone who is like her scumbag husband in the past is easier to get her into the state.

And this kind of person has always liked to hang out in Kabuki Ting.

What Mingnu didn't know was...

While she was selecting sacrifices upstairs, two pairs of eyes were observing her on the third floor of the big tea house opposite.

These are two teenagers sitting opposite each other across a low table.

One of them was hard to tell the difference between male and female. The golden green eyes were indifferent and psychedelic, and the thin lips were delicate and sharp. I almost wrote on my face that I was a bad woman dressed as a man.

This person was during this period of time through the Ghost Buddha traveling around the country and searching for the whereabouts of Mingnu.

At first, she had a great time, so she forgot about the task assigned by Shinichiro.

It was not until Proudo Taro released him from the fantasy gallery to meet her that Duohito began to use his charm to collect information under the urging of his brother.

Faced with her current beauty, both men, women, young and old can't help but tie her tongue, let alone lie. Those insiders were simply talking about everything, which made the brothers and sisters of Duoji quickly figure out the movement rules of Mingnu and successfully found the whereabouts of the other party.

“Is this the new Winding Six?”

Xianichiro glanced at the window opposite with his eyes, "There is no ghostly spirit on his body, and it is easy to be ignored."

"That woman has always been like this, so she is not valued, and she sits in the Infinite City like a ornament."

As the Duoji said, rolling her eyes and glanced at the clerk who served them. She found that this guy had seen her from afar and her cheeks were flushed and her heart was rippling. But after getting closer, he began to tremble.

But after just one glance, Du Ji lost interest.

He is just a little devil who was impressed by this courtesan's beauty.

The clerk is a mushroom head with a little malnourished. He looks only twelve or thirteen years old, his eyes dodging and he looks cautious.

After he put down the snacks stiffly, his forehead couldn't help but sweat, and he stood dryly in place, as if he had something to say to Shinichiro, but he couldn't speak.

"Hey, why are you still standing here?!"

The douji frowned. The little devil stopped here, and she couldn't tell Xianyiro about her great achievements in finding Naruto.

Then Shinichiro moved his eyes from the window and looked at the boy next to the table: "Is there anything else you have?"

"Ah!" The young clerk seemed to be startled and found that the Duoji was glaring at him, and quickly bowed and apologized, and then slipped away like running away.

"..." Xian Yiro looked at the Fuling Hime.

"What's going on?"

"It's just a little devil who has no courage."

Duoji raised his head arrogantly, "Those men who have no confidence and want to talk to me all look like this when they see me, and they have long been used to it."

"This is a special feeling that no distinctive woman like Mingnu can never experience in her life."

Proudo Taro hid behind the back of the Fujimi and sighed, then felt a little grateful again.

If the person sitting opposite him was not Shinichiro but Wu Baan, I'm afraid his sister's brain would have been covered with all over the street.

No, not right!

She has no brains at all.

"Is that right... the little guys are so precocious nowadays."

Xianichiro did not agree with the explanation of Fuling Hime, "But no matter how I think he looks very scared, you might have exposed your identity."

"Impossible, my recent progress has been great, and mimicry has almost been perfect."

She took out a small mirror and admired her beautiful face.

"Even if Muzan Kimuzan becomes a woman, it is absolutely impossible for him to be more beautiful than me now."

During this month, she has been drinking thin blood every day to improve her physical fitness, and has consumed three times to transform blood and complete qualitative changes. The progress is not small.

If you only look at the power of Blood's ghost technique, it is almost the same as that of the former prostitute Taro, and even if you take on the Sixth Seal independently, you will be competent.

"Okay, anyway, the pillars of the Demon Slayer are now all around Tokyo, and no one here can threaten you."

Xianichiro talked back to the serious business.

"Let's talk about it now. According to your (brother) investigation, what kind of person does Naruto like to attack?"

Considering that this is a ghost that can only reach any place in Japan in an instant, any active attack that can arouse the opponent's alertness may fail.

So the safest way that Shinichiro could think of was to become the other party's prey, seduce the other party to take the bait, and inadvertently win by surprise, so that she had no time to hide in the Infinite City.

"This sounds strange."

Fulguchi blinked, "Every time Muzan Kitsuguchi went to see me, he would dress up as a man wearing a top hat and a striped suit."

"Naru Nu also seems to like to pick such men. The people who have disappeared before are all young, rich, but Western-style men, and even frivolous."

"That's how it is."

Xianichiro pondered for a while, "Is she using this method to express her dissatisfaction with Muzan Kimuzan?"

If this is the case, then the time for Mingnu to reform between confession and sin will never be too long.

They naturally didn't know that Naruto's last goal when he was a human being was Muzan Kimuzan himself.

"Who knows?"

Fuliao Ji grabbed a fried shrimp tail and put it in her mouth.

"I earned most of the money and gifts when I was a courtesan. It is worth it that she felt resentful to Muzan Kimuzan. But she just dared to do this. Why don't you throw him into Mount Fuji directly through Infinity City?"

“Good idea.”

Xianichiro smiled, "Okay, I know what to do. I will dress up like that in person later and I will meet her."

At the same time, he had already sent a message to the nearby Guying crowd through his blood to prepare a fancy suit for him.

"You're going in person?"

Taro, a prostitute, reminded through the Death Hime, "You won't be recognized. Kimuzan Musa should have let all the windings see your appearance."

The truth is naturally clear.

But if he lets others go, he will never be at ease.

You know, this ghost is likely to move Muzan Kishi Muzan to this place directly. Only when he takes action personally can he be sure.

"You are not the only one who can mimic it, she won't notice it."

Xian Yiro said mysteriously, and stopped talking about Mingnu, but talked about Zhushi with the Duoji.

After a while, the young clerk walked over slowly with two pots of sake.

However, just as he was about to climb the tatami steps, his body suddenly stumbled forward clumsyly, and the wine in the tray flipped over and smashed directly towards Xianichiro.

"Ah!" The other guests couldn't help but scream when they saw this scene.

But in Xianichiro's eyes, this speed could not be slower.

He easily caught the wine pot in the air and placed it on the table, and then looked meaningfully at the young clerk who was lying beside him.

What an obvious fake fall just now.

As long as you have a little bit of Jiu Jitsu cultivation, you won’t fall so ugly.

"Ah! It's so rude!"

Hearing the movement here, the owner of the store hurriedly ran up from the second floor to apologize, and cursed at the clerk who was lying on the ground: "Senyi, what's the matter with you, little kid! Why don't you get up and apologize quickly, what does it look like when you lie on the ground?"

The clerk named Simono stood up in panic, but a small piece of paper took the opportunity to roll out of his hand. Xian Yiro quickly looked and grabbed it immediately.

When the young clerk saw this scene, he was obviously relieved. Before getting up, he even lipped on Xianichiro.

"Run quickly."
To be continued...