Upon receiving the next message, Mitarai Ichiro was initially dazed, but then, regaining his composure, politely inquired about the hot spring village from No-Face:
"Beautiful No-Face, do you know where the hot spring town is? I feel like I really need water to moisturize my dry skin. I was fortunate enough to hear from Nekomata that there is a hot spring in the Demon Realm, so I would like to go and experience it."
The Faceless Demon was delighted and naturally wouldn't refuse Mitarai Ichiro's question.
She pointed to the street with the Hannya statue and gestured as she spoke: "If you keep walking straight ahead, when you see a cemetery on your right, turn onto the small road on your left and keep walking a little further, you should be able to see the hot spring town."
As she said this, she placed her hand beside her face, tilted her head slightly, and her voice carried a clear hint of amusement:
"That place is brightly lit from the outside and easy to spot. Many powerful demons like to bathe there, so be careful not to provoke other demons."
"Your kind reminder is truly a great honor."
Mitarai Ichiro quickly bowed and thanked him, not expecting such an unexpected surprise.
The faceless demon clearly had his own things to do. After failing to trick Mitarai Ichiro, he continued to walk to the left, humming a song while holding his little red umbrella.
Perhaps she has other targets for her pranks?
However... Mitarai Ichiro couldn't help but think the worst: if she played a prank on some kind of demon who couldn't take a joke, or a particularly vicious demon, would the demon world be reduced by one?
However, it's too early to think about these things now.
After parting ways with the Faceless Demon, Mitarai Ichiro discovered that he had not become noticeably stronger this time, as if the gods had not rewarded him this time.
Perhaps this task was too easy?
Mitarai Ichiro muttered to himself, finding a suitable excuse for not receiving a reward this time.
The direction the faceless demon pointed to was where two fierce-looking female demons were, which made Mitarai Ichiro hesitate to go there. "The mission of the gods" was one thing, but his own life was another.
It wasn't that he had a stereotype about the two female ghosts; it was just that during the short conversation he had with the Faceless Ghost, the two of them had already started fighting.
Mitarai Ichiro missed the cause of the fight. He only remembered that when he went out, the two female ghosts were already confronting each other, looking fierce. At that time, it felt like a "battle" was about to break out, which is why he did not rush over to chat with them.
So, Mitarai Ichiro watched a battle between Sadako and Kayako, oh no, a battle between the Thousand-Faced Long-Haired Demon and Akahana.
The two female ghosts fought fiercely, their jet-black hair swirling wildly, repeatedly trying to wrap around the Red Prajna, only to be torn apart time and again. As the shredded hair fell, it gradually turned into black smoke, which then seeped back into the hair ghost's body.
Red Prajna doesn't have any fancy attack methods, only a terrifying demon face and sharp fingernails, but they can easily cut through hair like sharp knives, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Perhaps the fight between the two became so intense that it eventually attracted the attention of a mediator.
There was a beautiful girl holding an oil-paper umbrella. She appeared in the sky at some point, seemingly supported by the moonlight. The oil-paper umbrella, defying the laws of physics, became a parachute, carrying her slowly down to the side of the two.
Her umbrella was covered with brightly colored flowers—pink, yellow, white, blue…
As the girl descended, petals inevitably drifted down from the myriad flowers. However, when these petals landed on the two female ghosts, they unexpectedly soothed them, causing the Red-Haired Demon and the Hair Demon to simultaneously withdraw their attacks and look up at the girl with the flower umbrella.
The girl with the floral umbrella moved with graceful steps, exuding elegance in every gesture. She said something that made the two female ghosts shake hands and make peace.
Of course, this is just a necessity.
Red Prajna and Hair Demon turned their heads and left in completely opposite directions.
The girl with the floral umbrella held up the large umbrella, covering herself completely. As the petals were scattered by the wind, the girl disappeared from everyone's sight.
Mitarai Ichiro, as if waking from a dream, murmured, "So beautiful..."
"Yes, as expected of Lady Hanahime."
"As long as I can see Lady Hanahime, it would be worth living here forever!"
"So powerful yet gentle..."
A few voices suddenly echoed beside Mitarai Ichiro, startling him so much that he took a step forward before looking back.
Beside him stood five monsters, one of whom had only one eye, two of whom were female, an old monk, and a monster with an unusually large head.
When did you arrive?
Mitarai Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the features of one of the yokai. Even if he were a human, let alone a little girl who was suspected of being a yokai, that yokai would be very friendly to humans.
The monster with an exceptionally large head scratched its head: "While those two were fighting, weren't you just watching the show too?"
"yes……"
Mitarai Ichiro didn't want to dwell on this issue with them any longer. After waiting for so long, the two female ghosts finally left, and he needed to hurry to the hot spring to complete his mission.
As for that flower fairy he didn't recognize?
In the mythology of the land of cherry blossoms, all things have spirits and can become gods. So many flowers can become spirits, and who knows what the prototype of the flower fairy is? That's not the point at all.
"Young lady, aren't you afraid of encountering danger going out alone?"
The old monk bent over and looked at Mitarai Ichiro. There seemed to be burn marks on his body, which made Mitarai Ichiro guess his identity.
"It's alright, Lord Nekomata will protect me."
Mitarai Ichiro smiled adorably. If you didn't consider his soul, anyone who looked at him would think he was an ordinary, cute little girl.
"It's that brat who lives at the cat's house."
"No wonder he's here..."
The monsters exchanged glances. This was indeed the cat demon's doorstep. Her appearance didn't seem very familiar. They had heard that the cat demon had recently adopted a new little demon who had just entered the Ghost Festival world. They couldn't afford to mess with the cat demon.
Those with malicious intentions also gave up on the idea.
With the excitement over and the monsters in the streets gradually dispersing, leaving only the lamps barely illuminating the way ahead, Mitarai Ichiro finally found an opportunity to continue his mission.
Following the direction pointed out by the faceless ghost, he walked for a while and soon arrived at the cemetery.
Next, turn left.
Just as he was about to continue forward, Mitarai Ichiro suddenly heard a voice coming from the graveyard behind him: "Ichiro... Ichiro... Don't go..."
What?
How did this ghost know my name?
Mitarai Ichiro's face turned pale with fright. He had a typical Japanese male name and was the first child in his family. He had never told any ghosts his name from beginning to end. Why would a ghost in the dungeon know his name?
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