Jiro Takeda, who received the news, came over in person.
But he brought several people with him.
Only under his strict guard could the cage be opened to allow Yanhong to "treat" Xiaozhi's family.
Yanhong's rescue plan failed.
Xiaozhi's family passed through Yanhong's palm and were locked up again.
However, Susu did exchange information with Xiaozhi.
Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, and there will be many people coming to pay their respects. It and Yanhong will find a way to rescue the family in the chaos.
Early the next morning, countless believers in Tokyo flocked to the shrine.
The Butuo Dance Troupe danced on floats to the divine song while entering the sacrificial venue.
The dancers, wearing kimonos, white makeup and red lipstick, performed a ghostly ritual dance.
Xie Wan followed behind the lead dancer just to fill in the gaps.
She had seen this kind of dance in her previous life during the broadcast of the opening ceremony of the Tokyo Olympics.
Fortunately, the dance moves were slow, so she followed behind and didn't reveal herself.
Chu Ganlin also put on white makeup, wore a wig, and a gray-black kimono. He held a samurai sword in his hand and gestured stiffly.
"Xiao Xie, I see many ordinary people can get in. Do we really have to sneak in this way?"
Although he had been struggling ideologically for a day and a night, Chu Ganlin still felt very ashamed.
The thick powder on his face, as thick as a white wall, fell off with a rustling sound, choking him and making him want to sneeze all the time.
This is probably the only time in his life that he will put on makeup.
Xie Wan used his fan to make a gesture of "blocking dust from the face", glanced at the bottom of the float and said: "Look, ordinary people can only stay on the periphery, and those who can enter the core area are either rich or noble.
Even their emperor sent envoys to participate in the sacrifice. Otherwise, how many barriers would we have to overcome to get in?"
Chu Ganlin was tired. This trip to Japan with Xie Wan was an eye-opener for him.
He could only dutifully advise: "Stop it, don't let them find out our identities, don't cause a diplomatic incident."
Xie Wan gave him a reassuring look, and imitated the lead dancer by lifting his foot. Unintentionally, the clogs under his feet flew off...
There were ten thousand alpacas running wildly in Xie Wan’s heart.
Amid the stunned expressions of the audience, Xie Wan calmly withdrew her foot, kicked off her other clog, and continued dancing...
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