A sweet, delicate voice came from behind. The two women behind her stared at her with wide eyes, while countless bullets flew out of the other mouth above her head, attacking the fat woman.
"You wicked woman! You've bullied an adult! You'll definitely be punished!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang...!!"
The musician glanced at the thin woman and said meaningfully, "Who gave you the audacity to ambush my master?"
His hands rested on the plain white strings, plucking out a few clear notes, and a melody flowed slowly from his fingertips.
Like the voice of the Sirens in the vast and deep sea of ancient Greek mythology, it is mesmerizing and seductive, making people unable to resist falling into its trap even though they know it will lead them to eternal damnation.
The sound of the zither spread through the air. The zashiki-warashi, who was about to enter the bedroom, paused for a moment. The little butterfly spirit dancing and drumming in the courtyard stopped in its tracks. The rain woman, who was crying with her eyes down, stared blankly at the sky. Under the cherry blossom tree, the girl in the box hugged the doll in her arms tightly.
The melodious sound of the zither echoed from the valley to the mountain peak, causing the hair-eating demon and the snow woman, who were walking towards the monastery with the little judge and the black-faced ghost, to be stunned.
"This is...Aqin?"
The hair-eating demon looked at the sky and exchanged a glance with the snow woman. Sensing something was amiss, they quickly headed towards the valley.
As the music ended, the demon musician put away his instrument, his gaze falling indifferently on the two female demons lying motionless on the ground before him. With a flick of his finger, they transformed into two frogs.
"Aqin!"
The voice of the hair-eating demon drifted from afar, and the temperature in front of the monastery dropped a few degrees.
"What happened here?!"
A wisp of smoke drifted down, and seeing the familiar fan in the pit and a few drops of blood on the ground, the hair-eating demon roared in fury.
"It's them."
The demon musician pointed to the hair-eating ghost and saw two frogs on the ground, their demonic power exhausted, croaking unwillingly.
"frog?"
The hair-eating demon narrowed his eyes. A few drops of blood on the ground made him anxious. The blood had a familiar smell—was it an adult's blood?!
A few fine, smooth black hairs curled onto the green frog's body. After a few croaking sounds, the two little frogs were torn apart by the hairs. Crimson blood remained on the ground, and the broken flesh in the middle was still trembling slightly.
Where is Dad?
Having dealt with them, the Hair-Eating Demon hurriedly asked, "The Snow Woman has already entered the Yin-Yang Bureau." He quickly transformed into a wisp of smoke and flew in, landing in Qiu Shui's bedroom on the second floor.
There, Xue Nu was applying medicine to Qiu Shui, who was shirtless. He saw a large bruise on Qiu Shui's chest, and hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed in, shouting, "Father, are you alright?"
Qiu Shui froze, then lifted the table and threw it in front of the hair-eating demon to chase him out, yelling, "Get out! Don't come in!"
Men and women should not touch each other! Doesn't he even understand this basic principle?!
"Father, are you alright?"
The hair-eating ghost was completely bewildered and waited anxiously outside.
"It's alright! No one else is allowed in, do you hear me?"
The hair-eating ghost answered a few times, then stood in front of the door, smoking his pipe with some annoyance.
A few minutes later, the sound of wooden clogs on the stairs rang out. The Hair-Eating Demon looked towards the end of the corridor and saw the Tamarikyuuki and his shikigami, Hotaru, walking towards him.
"Greetings, Lord Tama."
The hair-eating demon greeted him respectfully and continued to wait at the door. Seeing him standing outside, Tianma Xingke asked in confusion, "Why are you standing here? Where are your parents?"
"Inside, cough cough!"
The hair-eating demon pointed to the door in front of him, his throat itched, and he wanted to take out his pipe. When his craving for a cigarette came over him, he couldn't help but cough a few times.
In those few seconds of distraction, Tian Ma Xingke pushed open the door and went inside, and a scream suddenly rang out from the bedroom!
"go out!"
A pillow and Tianma Xingke came out together. The hair-eating ghost was stunned for a moment. Before the piercing sound in his ears had faded, he saw another figure quickly appear in front of him.
It's snow on thousands of mountains.
Behind him followed a girl with a sunny disposition, Hiyoribou.
Hearing the voice that had angrily chased Tian Ma Xingke away, Qian Shan Mu Xue and Shi Fa Gui exchanged a glance and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with your master?"
"Cough cough... Father is badly injured."
Qianshan Muxue paused for a moment before awkwardly knocking on the door. "Qiushui Yiren, I've brought my shikigami to heal you. Open the door."
The gentle voice left no room for negotiation. Qiu Shui let out a soft "uh..." from inside the room, and Qian Shan Mu Xue pushed the door open and entered.
This time, there was no refusal from inside the house. Tianma Xingke followed Qianshan Muxue inside, and Shifa Gui also went in after thinking about it.
Are you alright?
Upon entering, Qianshan Muxue nervously examined Qiushui Yiren. Seeing his pale face and bloodstains on his chest, she gasped, "Who hurt you?"
The beautiful woman lowered her head listlessly, trying to pull up her clothes that had fallen to her waist. If you looked closely at her expression, you could see that she was trying her best to hide a few traces of shame.
Qiu Shui felt her blood freeze as she was stared at by the three men, and instinctively wanted to cover her exposed skin.
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