I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

Kazema sat cross-legged on the outside floor, while Yaoji, due to the width of the floor and his own size, could only kneel on the floor with difficulty.

Yaoji's attention was entirely focused on Kazesawa and the things he had brought.

"This is a drink, this is a cake, this is a cookie, this is a potato chip."

Kazema patiently taught Yaoji how to eat this.

And every time I ate at Babai Temple and tried to imitate them, my evil thoughts were rising.

The main reason is that I've never actually driven a large vehicle before.

A long, saliva-covered tongue curls food into its mouth, and crumbs fall down its clothes onto the mountain peak, then into the ravine as the peak shakes further.

Feng Zejian forcibly suppressed his evil thoughts.

He was thinking that maybe he was thirsty because he hadn't done it for a while.

Chapter 43 Newsstands in the Leaf Viewing Area

There were many things to show, and Feng Zejian demonstrated them for nearly an hour, and it got dark around that time.

The moon in the sky was the same as usual today, but the white, slightly tattered dress worn by Yaoji Temple gradually turned red.

His eyes gradually became empty. When he looked up from Feng Zejian, he still felt the same oppressive feeling as when they first met.

However, at present, Hachiroji Temple is absolutely harmless to Kazesawama.

A faint sob could be heard coming from the surrounding streets as Feng Zejian surveyed his surroundings from the rooftop.

What is now confirmed is that this leaf-viewing area is a duplicate.

The monsters in this instance are the weak spirits that roam here, and the houses surrounded by walls.

Some rather terrifying spirits or ghosts live here.

Some of these spirits or ghosts only operate within the courtyard or house, while others, like the Eight Hundred Temple, venture out for some purpose.

But there probably aren't many spirits like the Hachiroji Temple.

Feng Zejian doesn't plan to leave this small area today.

Previously, Kana Kumagai gave Kazazawa a topographical map of the foliage viewing area.

But a topographic map alone is not very useful, and I seem to have no idea where to start.

It's not advisable to take action at night.

He had already said all the necessary greetings today and had no intention of leaving; he planned to spend the night here.

Kazema came down from the roof and looked up at the Eight Hundred Temple.

"Good night."

After Feng Zejian finished speaking, he fell to the other side.

Then, Yaoji picked up Fengzejian and held him in his arms.

Using his arms as pillows and his two arms as a bed, the coolness and softness made Feng Zejian sleep more soundly, while his two high breasts were occasionally used as cuddles.

Yaoji lowered his head, quietly watching Fengze's sleeping face, then leaned against the supporting pillar and slowly closed his eyes.

The next day, Feng Zejian slowly opened his eyes. His hand was on the peak of the Eight Hundred Temple. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the shoulder strap of his dress had slipped down, and one of the peaks was mostly exposed.

Feng Zejian even unconsciously pinched it.

Instantly, Feng Zejian hurriedly covered his mouth.

I feel like I've done something wrong.

Looking up, I found myself face to face with Yaoji Temple.

Kaze's heart raced, while Yaoji showed no emotional fluctuation.

Feng Zejian breathed a sigh of relief and put the detached shoulder strap back on.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

They greeted each other with "Good morning," and Yaoji put Fengze down.

To Feng Zejian's surprise, the faucet in the courtyard was still working.

I didn't see a water meter, but I smelled it, so it must be groundwater.

The underlying principle left Feng Zejian somewhat bewildered.

But I didn't dwell on it too much. I washed my face, picked up yesterday's discounted bento box and started eating. Although it was a bit cold and the texture wasn't as good, it was still delicious.

This was originally intended for Yaoji Temple, but Yaoji Temple wasn't interested in bento boxes or anything like that.

While eating his bento, Kazema studied the topographic map.

He could pinpoint his location and the house emanating a dark aura, thus gaining control over all the buildings within it.

The newsstand is a place that Fengze is particularly interested in.

Perhaps you can find some useful information there.

That was immediately rejected by Feng Zejian.

Newsstands shouldn't be there; they usually deal with big news. Would they record things like Guan Ye's story there?

Kazema knew very well that if he wanted to know what exactly happened in the Leaf Viewing Area at that time, asking about the existence of the Leaf Viewing Area would be more direct and efficient, but this carried extremely high risks.

He couldn't believe in everything except the Eight Hundred Temples, so it was still necessary to visit this newsstand.

Feng Zejian finished his bento box in the blink of an eye, then got up and walked outside.

Are you leaving?

"I'm going out for a bit, I should be back tonight."

"Safety."

"Ah."

Yaoji's words were always brief, probably because she was not good with words.

Kazema could have Yaoji accompany him. While that would be safer, Yaoji's large size would make him a big target and easy to spot.

Moreover, we cannot always rely on the Eight Hundred Temples.

The foliage viewing area was unusually quiet during the day, and Feng Zejian could occasionally feel something staring at him from the surrounding houses.

After winding and turning, Feng Zejian arrived at the newsstand, an outdoor building of less than five square meters. The door was an old wooden door that had been eroded by time, and it creaked when opened. Combined with the quiet atmosphere, it was still a little eerie even in the daytime.

Stepping into the cabin, the temperature inside was noticeably different from the outside; it was desolate and chilly inside, though the belongings were still there.

Moreover, everything inside was fairly tidy, so Fengzejian, just to be on the safe side, decided to take the newspapers from the newsstand out of the house.

But once newspapers are exposed to sunlight, they turn to ashes.

At that moment, Feng Zejian understood something and quickly ran outside, but the newsstand suddenly had a suction force that pulled Feng Zejian back, and the door slammed shut.

Feng Zejian resignedly closed his eyes, awaiting the end of his life, but the surroundings remained completely quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Feng Zejian looked around and said softly, "Senior, could you come out and see me?"

Inside the newsstand, a faint green light gathered and coalesced into the shape of a short, old man.

"Hello, grandpa."

The short old man's eyes gleamed with a green light.

"You little brat, you brought all that stuff out here, are you trying to kill me?"

Feng Zejian quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't know your soul had become one with this newsstand."

The short old man gave a cold laugh.

"You're quite clever, kid. But my newsstand in the foliage viewing area hasn't been used for years. The newspapers here are all old. What do you need them for?"

Feng Zejian laughed and said, "Grandpa, if you want my life, it's just a matter of minutes. So I won't hide it from you anymore. I want to know the truth about Guanye District."

The old man at the newsstand had a solemn expression.

"You'd better not get involved in this. It's too dangerous. You have no idea what you're going to be facing."

Feng Zejian said with a somewhat self-satisfied air:

"Sometimes, there are things that only an insignificant ant like me can do."

The old man at the newsstand looked out from the small window of the newsstand.

“Everything changed after that incident. Everyone in Guanye District was wailing and wanted to be saved, but it was almost impossible. Many people paid with their lives for it.”

Feng Zejian was somewhat excited.

"Grandpa, do you know anything? Can you tell me?"

The old man at the newsstand shook his head.

“I am just a bound spirit whose soul has merged with a newspaper. I am lucky because I became a spirit before that, so I can maintain my own will. But my memory is fading. The only thing I know is that everyone is trapped in the leaf-viewing area. If the root problem is not solved, we will all stay here and no one will be free.”

Chapter 44 The Crimson Moon Strikes Again

"I can tell you one thing clearly: everyone trapped in the foliage viewing area is a victim."

Feng Zejian's pupils contracted slightly.

The old man looked at Feng Zejian meaningfully: "I don't recommend that you continue to investigate this matter, but if you insist on doing so..."

As he spoke, the old man's actions left Feng Zejian stunned in place.

The old man knelt down and kowtowed to him.

The old man's tone was incredibly earnest and pleading.

"I hope you can save everyone, save the foliage viewing area."

At that moment, he felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

“Grandpa, there’s no need for that. If I could, I would do it that way.”

The old man stood up. “The area outside the foliage viewing area is safe during the day, but it’s very unsafe at night. This place can serve as your temporary shelter.”

"Grandpa, there's something I don't understand."

"what's up."

"When I walk down the street, I can clearly feel something spying on me from inside the houses around me. It's not friendly, but why don't they attack me?"

The old man at the newsstand explained, "The spirits that arise after that incident will not appear outside their own domain. You can also understand them as special earthbound spirits. They can only attack you if you appear within their domain."

"There are also many dormant earthbound spirits. Even if you step into their territory, as long as you don't disturb them, they won't attack you."

Feng Zejian nodded.

"Who can I trust here?"

The old man warned, "You can't trust anyone; the only person you can trust is yourself."

“Here, sometimes we are not even ourselves.”

Feng Zejian roughly understood, and then picked up the newspaper to read it.

Here, many newspapers are being read carefully by Feng Zejian, who sits on a worn wooden chair.

He had a feeling that he would get useful information from so many newspapers.

Newspapers from decades ago are old and their content is boring.

Feng Zejian had read no less than a hundred books, and in the end, his brain and body were even operating mechanically.

Feng Zejian bit his tongue, the pain bringing him back to his senses and helping him focus.

There were many places I hadn't looked at carefully, and just as I was about to flip back, Feng Zejian landed on an article titled "Searching for the Missing Royal Princess."

The article also included a picture of a cute girl in a kimono standing in a courtyard; her figure...

Feng Zejian silently memorized the girl's appearance and the content of the article.