"I have work, I'm an actress, I'm very busy!" Song Mengmeng looked at Hu Yue, whose face showed a slight hint of regret, and unusually spoke up to explain to her, "But, this isn't the first time we've dealt with each other!"
I still trust you, so I don't want to put you in a difficult position.
Although I don't want to join you, if you encounter any evil spirits you can't handle, feel free to contact me anytime. I can guarantee that I'll be there whenever you call, no matter where you are!
There are reasons why she was unwilling to join the special task force.
Because this organization is so secretive and clandestine! In order to prevent people from developing a fear of the unknown, their department, despite its heavy responsibilities, is a classified entity and cannot possibly be exposed to the outside world!
So if she joins, how will she collect the power of faith?!
That's absolutely impossible!
Song Mengmeng's promise clearly satisfied Hu Yue; at least this trip wasn't a complete loss, and could even be considered an unexpected surprise.
After all, she knew Song Mengmeng's identity. As the wife of the Emperor Yan, what kind of resources couldn't she get in the entertainment industry? Even if she wasn't in the entertainment industry, she could live a life of luxury at home. Why would she come to their department to do such a thankless and arduous task?!
So the girl's offer to help was the best promise she could get right now!
The two chatted for a while longer, and as they were about to leave, Song Mengmeng suddenly asked, as if she had just thought of something, "By the way, you just told me that you purified all the demon pearls you got before?!"
"Yes, it was at the Buddhist Pagoda Temple in Chang'an City, and the ceremony was personally presided over by Master Dukong." Hu Yue didn't hide this matter, after all, it wasn't a secret in the special case team.
She thought Song Mengmeng had changed her mind and was going to hand over the demon pearl belonging to Lady Mary for them to deal with, but Song Mengmeng only asked one question and then said nothing more.
After breaking up with Hu Yue, Song Mengmeng saw that it was still early and didn't rush to go home.
She strolled leisurely through the bustling streets, and her gaze was immediately drawn to an outdoor billboard on a nearby high-rise building—a Japanese-style knife exhibition, featuring the legendary blade, the Kusanagi Sword!
Huh?!
Song Mengmeng looked up at the imposing longsword in the advertisement, tilting her head slightly. This thing looked so familiar, yet she felt a sense of disgust towards it!
"What a coincidence! I never expected to run into you while just strolling around." Just as Song Mengmeng sniffed and was about to turn away, she heard a familiar greeting from beside her.
Turning around, as she expected, what caught her eye was that white suit that just made her feel uncomfortable no matter how she looked at it.
Shuten-dōji!
"Oh, I thought you were so scared that you ran away that day!" Song Mengmeng took a step back without making a sound, and the entire Pixiu immediately went into a state of pre-battle alert.
If she were in her beast form now, she'd probably bristle and bar her teeth!
"How could I? I haven't even had a chance to get to know you properly yet, how could I leave so easily?" Shuten-dōji nodded slightly, his attitude extremely humble and respectful, with his habitual fake smile. Even though he seemed gentle and polite at this moment, it couldn't change his disgusting nature!
Just like his homeland, no matter how much you try to whitewash it, it's still disgusting!
"Thanks for the invitation, but I think if you keep coming up to me like this without being invited, you'll disgust me to death! So it's better if we keep a certain distance!" Song Mengmeng turned her head away, not wanting to have anything to do with the guy in front of her.
"Are you also interested in this exhibition?" Shuten-dōji seemed oblivious to the disgust in Song Mengmeng's words, not only cleverly blocking her escape route but also appropriately introducing a new topic of conversation.
Song Mengmeng paused, though she knew the monster from the land of cherry blossoms had ill intentions, she couldn't suppress her intuition—curiosity about this so-called weapons exhibition.
"It's just a fake, nothing special." She turned her head away, subtly raising her chin slightly, with a hint of confidence and arrogance: "Our nation has countless famous swords, so naturally we can't understand your mentality of wanting to flaunt your sword to the whole world!"
"How do you know it's a fake?" Shuten-dōji smiled, not angry at Song Mengmeng's disdain. Instead, he politely raised his hand and handed a gold-embossed invitation to Song Mengmeng: "Aren't you going to see it for yourself?!"
"What are you trying to do now?!" Song Mengmeng frowned. Her intuition told her that the guy in front of her, with such an invitation, couldn't be anything good!
but……
"Since you know about the Kusanagi Sword, you must also know its origin, right?!" Song Mengmeng did not reach out to take the invitation that Shuten-dōji handed over. Shuten-dōji was not in a hurry and continued to patiently persuade the little girl in front of him, who had obviously become interested, with a smile.
“I know!” Song Mengmeng frowned. The legends of the Sakura Country were less like mythology and more like a magical world where monsters and demons ran rampant!
The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is a more fitting description of their past, the gods...
It doesn't exist!
"A demonic sword broken out of the tail of the Yamata no Orochi!" Song Mengmeng snorted with some disgust. Only in Japan would such a thing be revered as a divine object!
Whatever is obtained from the body of an evil spirit can never be associated with holiness!
It's like in the Heavenly Court of the past, if someone presented a sword made of black crystal that they had taken from the Demon Realm's River to the Heavenly Emperor, claiming it to be a supreme treasure, they probably wouldn't even be allowed to enter the Heavenly Palace before being beaten up and thrown out by the guards stationed outside!
Treating this kind of thing like a treasure and expecting people to worship it...
Who do you think you are?!
"Well, we also believe that the Kusanagi Sword should belong to our demon realm!" Seemingly quite pleased with Song Mengmeng's nickname, Shuten-dōji smiled and said, "It's just that those despicable guys from Takamagahara stole it!"
Therefore, in order for our demon realm's most precious treasure to return safely, some sacrifices will likely be necessary!
"Whatever sacrifices you want, you should go back to your Sakura Country and cause trouble there, instead of showing up here!" Song Mengmeng's anger flared up as she listened to Shuten-dōji's story!
She glared fiercely at the calm-faced great demon before her. Although her strength had not yet recovered to one-tenth of her original level, as a divine beast worshipped by the Chinese people for generations, her anger resonated directly with the land.
The sky suddenly darkened, concealing the rumble of thunder!
It was an emotional outburst, and also a final warning to this reckless fool in front of him!
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