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

After finishing this volume, Feng Zejian switched to the next one, and the next volume's number was the same as the previous one.

"Grandpa, why are the numbers on these two volumes the same? They're clearly published by the same newspaper."

The old man took the newspaper.

"This copy is a newspaper that was temporarily collected before it was sold to the public. When I was alive, I liked to collect newspapers. I thought this might be a misprinted newspaper, so I deliberately kept a copy as a collection."

Feng Zejian compared two newspapers with the same number and found that the contents of the two newspapers were completely different.

Feng Zejian instantly launched into a brainstorming session.

This is definitely a crucial clue; the temporary recall is definitely something they're trying to hide.

The missing princess was there to cover up this report.

The girl's figure was almost identical to the scene he saw when he opened the door that day, the girl behind the blood-red incantation.

The death sacrifice of tens of thousands of people, the fixed altar, the leaf-viewing area at the center of the altar, the missing princess.

A princess of that caliber is certainly not someone who would be sacrificed casually. So, if she were the one to be sacrificed, then...

With the blood sacrifice of tens of thousands of people, a huge array composed of several regions, and with the royal bloodline as the main body, an evil god was created.

Who on earth could have such power? Who had the ability to order the newspaper to temporarily recall this issue and even completely replace all its contents?

Suddenly, Feng Zejian thought of something.

When I opened that article again, the author's name was listed at the bottom.

"Kasahara River Road."

Feng Zejian secretly memorized the name.

At this moment, the old man reminded him, "There are people outside; they're probably looking for you."

Feng Zejian gasped.

"Grandpa, don't scare me. I should be the only living person in this foliage viewing area."

"It was a slip of the tongue, but we didn't really die. She was a very tall girl."

As soon as the old man mentioned a very tall girl, Feng Zejian immediately knew who it was.

Feng Zejian was somewhat moved.

"I never expected that Yaoji Temple would find its way here."

Thinking this, Feng Zejian opened the door, and to his surprise, it had already gotten dark.

The newsstand was not tall; the gatekeeper could only see about chest height of the Hachiroji Temple.

"Yaboji, what brings you here? It's dangerous outside."

"You said you'd be back tonight."

Feng Zejian smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go back with you now."

He turned to look at the old man as he spoke.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving now."

"Well, be careful."

The old man with the newspaper watched as Fengzejian and Yaoji left.

"I always feel a strange sense of familiarity with this kid, but where does this familiarity come from? Is it just my imagination?"

"Sigh, I just hope you'll be safe and sound, kid."

As Feng Zejian and Yaoji walked together, it was just getting dark, and the moon in the sky was somewhat enchanting today. The weak spirits gathered in the shadows began to stir.

The sky grew completely dark, and the moon in the sky turned scarlet once more.

Due to the influence of the Crimson Moon, the Guanye area collided with the real world, creating several cracks that were accidentally entered by a few drunken homeless people.

Upon seeing that it was a weak spirit with human limbs supporting it backwards like a spider, several bodies pieced together, and several heads rotating on its back, the drunkenness instantly vanished.

Several homeless men took off running as fast as they could, but their legs were simply too short.

One by one they were devoured, and several more heads emerged from the weak spirit's back.

Kazesawa and Yaoji happened to pass by this place, and looking at the dismembered limbs of these new victims, Kazesawa had indescribable feelings.

The terrifying, weak spirit, sensing the presence of Yaboji, retreated a few steps in fear.

Thanks to the Eight Hundred Temples, Kazesawa returned to the courtyard unharmed.

The presence of the Crimson Moon has made everything in the Guanyin area very active, including the Yaoji Temple.

Feng Zejian was organizing his information.

Firstly, the spirits in Guanye District are divided into two categories: one is the old man at the newsstand and the Eight Hundred Temple, and the other is the long hand that reached out from the house that day.

The person behind this must be very powerful to use a missing princess as a sacrifice and to suppress the news to such an extent.

As I was thinking this, my shoulders were suddenly pressed down by two enormous forces, rendering me unable to move.

Looking at Feng Zejian, he noticed that something was wrong with the state of Yaoji Temple.

He recalled what the old man had said: sometimes even you are not yourself.

Am I going to die?

But Yaoji Temple did not attack him.

Fengzejian observed closely and found that Yaoji Temple was panting nearby.

Looking down, Feng Zejian's eyes widened instantly; there was a clear liquid sliding down the inside of Yaoji's thigh.

"I'm so weird."

"This has never happened before."

"Help."

Chapter 45 Living authentically is the most beautiful thing.

Feng Zejian looked up at the moon.

It must be the moon that arouses some kind of desire and vitality in the spirit.

If this excess of desire and energy is not released, it will cause great suffering.

As for what kind of desire it is, it depends on the surrounding environment and the state of the spirit itself.

The current state of Yaoji Temple is undoubtedly correct.

He swallowed hard.

Are you sure you want me to help you?

"Ah."

At this moment, Feng Zejian's evil thoughts also rose up because of this "hmm". He could usually suppress them, but now he had no room to resist.

Yaoji sat on the floor outside the house, his hands gripping Fengzejian's waist, Fengzejian's expression was extremely ferocious.

The current situation is very strange, stranger than ever before.

A giant dragon swimming in the sea was entangled by the tentacles of a huge octopus. The mucus secreted by the octopus and the tactile sensation of the tentacles themselves plunged the dragon into an unprecedented state.

The dragon was incredibly excited, its body swelled to its limit, and it was even gradually exceeding that limit.

The dragon struggled to break free and escape into the depths, while the octopus's enormous tentacles relentlessly slithered across its body.

Under the relentless onslaught of the octopus tentacles, the dragon was forced to unleash its breath attack.

Feng Zejian let out a long sigh of relief.

Yaoji subconsciously made a swallowing motion.

At this moment, the ground was already covered with a layer of crystals.

The dragon was released, and although it had been released once before, it was still incredibly powerful.

Feng Zejian was put down.

The blood-red dress slipped down.

The enormous body of the Eight Hundred Temple was revealed, and the peak of the mountain appeared several times longer to the naked eye.

This is probably a phenomenon caused by plate collision.

The white gate to that forbidden garden was already soaked.

The white gate was opened, and to Feng Zejian's surprise, this forbidden garden only had a clear spring, without any flowers or plants. Upon closer inspection, the spring was actually shaped like a butterfly.

The dragon arrived at the Butterfly Spring in the garden and paced around, examining it.

Finally, the dragon decided to go inside the spring to find out what was going on.

The dragon squeezed in sideways. At first, it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for a person to pass through. After the dragon's body had penetrated most of the way in, it encountered a closed cave within the spring.

As a seasoned dragon, it had long passed the age of recklessly charging at any obstacle it encountered. The dragon pressed against the wall with a slight effort.

Yaoji hugged Fengze tightly, the pain causing Yaoji's blood-red fingernails to dig into Fengze's back flesh.

At this moment, the pain in his back acted like a stimulant, giving Feng Zejian an adrenaline shot.

As the dragon ventured deeper, a long, bloody gash appeared on Feng Zejian's back.

"Ah~"

With a hoarse and painful groan, the dragon broke through the barrier and roamed freely in the spring.

Gradually, the painful groans changed and became less painful.

The butterflies in the early morning will eventually have their wings wet with dew, and the mountain peaks at dawn will occasionally be covered with a bit of white dew, with faint traces of water flowing between the peaks.

The sleeping Fengzejian is gradually awakening under the sunlight.

Seeing my own great achievements yesterday, I was deeply moved and couldn't stop for a long time.

He did it in the end, and he did it thoroughly.

Although I have some regrets, this was indeed an experience I had never had before.

Yaoji gradually awoke, his blue eyes fixed on Fengzejian.

I took advantage of the situation somewhat yesterday, and I still feel rather guilty.

"Thank you, that felt very comfortable."

Instantly, Feng Zejian breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."

"Help me again next time."

"Thank you."

Feng Zejian couldn't stop smiling.

"sure."

Fengze pointed to Yaoji's disheveled clothes.

"It's dirty, should we wash it?"

"I can do it myself."

Feng Zejian glanced at the time on his phone; it was almost time for school.

"I'm leaving now, I'll come back in a few days."

"Ah."

Feng Zejian took out a blue talisman and opened a teleportation portal. Without hesitation, he stepped through it.

Feng Zejian returned to the activity room, where no one was present.

He opened the window and took a few breaths of fresh air, but Feng Zejian's back was aching slightly.

Feng Zejian turned around and stood in front of the full-length mirror that Liu Sha had bought that morning, took off his clothes and looked at the scratches on his back.

There were two intersecting bloodstains on both sides, but they had already scabbed over, though the color of the scabs looked a bit off.

Generally, scabs are dark red, but mine is green.