Yu-Gi-Oh!: This card wants to go to you.

She didn't answer directly; it seemed she was saying—

"Strange person"?

"Ah—" Luo Bai felt his mind was in chaos, and his memories were blurry.

When he looked again in the direction the wooden cart had gone.

A chill ran through my entire body.

The wooden cart went to the very little wooden house he had come out of.

"Miss," the driver stopped the carriage and bowed respectfully to Xiaowubu, "it's time for training."

Upon hearing the voice, Kobube's muscles reacted instantly, causing her to grip the naginata on her back and sharpen her gaze.

It is an instinctive vigilance and fighting spirit.

but--

She didn't know who to point her sword at, but her expression quickly softened: "Training?"

She forgot again.

"Yes, the new moon will be here soon," the coachman said casually.

Kobubu was stunned: "Training...what is that?"

She instinctively remained vigilant, telling herself not to get on the wooden cart.

The driver fell silent.

He couldn't touch Xiaowubu, so he couldn't force her into the car; he could only guide her with words.

At that moment, the figure in the car moved.

The curtain moved slightly, and a monk carrying a staff stepped down.

The hermit of Shiranui.

Upon seeing the figure, Kobube's guard instantly vanished. She sheathed her naginata, a childlike, innocent smile playing on her lips: "Hermit-sensei!"

The hermit walked up to her, gently stroked her head, and said affectionately, "It's time for your training."

"Good—" Xiao Wu laughed loudly and obediently got up and sat on the wooden cart.

Although she still couldn't remember what training was.

Just as Kobu stepped into the carriage and closed the curtain...

The hermit transformed, his entire body erupting with demonic aura; he was none other than [Winged Demon - Mara].

Winged Demon - Bo Xun

Bo Xun bowed slightly to the little white fox on the floor: "Lady Daji."

You should think about this carefully.

"The new moon is coming soon—"

Before he could finish speaking, the little white fox looked up and gave him a sharp look, and Bo Xun wisely shut his mouth.

A while later.

The little white fox ran quickly to the carriage, jumped onto Xiao Wubu's shoulder, and the two became very affectionate.

Bo Xun turned to look at the carriage, a cold glint in his eyes.

The demons and the Shiranui fought a fierce battle that lasted for hundreds of years, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides.

The Shiranui-Yoto sword can be passed down from generation to generation.

Demons can be resurrected again and again.

The two sides are irreconcilable enemies.

Never give up.

However, things have changed in this generation.

The leader of the demons, Daji, and the newest successor of the demon sword, Wubu, develop feelings for each other.

If it weren't for Daji's intervention...

The cursed warrior had already been devoured by the demons and monsters.

That's what the undead dream of—a physical body.

No spirit likes the feeling of being ethereal and intangible; the real, tangible touch of a living, breathing body is fatally tempting to them.

There is only one way to obtain a physical body.

"Start the car."

Bo Xun turned his head to look in Luo Bai's direction, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"Yes!" the driver replied.

On the other side, Luo Bai walked along the fire path.

Every ten meters along both sides of the road, there is a stone pillar with a fire pit on top, with a red flame flickering.

Two rows of braziers guided the only path.

After walking along this road for an unknown amount of time, Luo Bai finally reached the end.

A wall, a door.

The door was only slightly ajar, and bright light shone through the crack.

Luo Bai glanced around but didn't see anyone who looked like a guard.

May the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon protect you!

He took a deep breath, remained extremely vigilant, and gently pushed open the door.

"Wow—"

Suddenly, everything became clear, and bright lights came into view.

"Wow—" Luo Bai was amazed by the scene before him.

A rustic beauty is immediately apparent.

The lights of thousands of homes illuminated the ancient market, and the air was filled with a bustling atmosphere.

The streets and alleys were decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and the streets were packed with bustling crowds, filled with various shouts and cries of vendors...

Some people held steaming hot snacks, while others carried heavy shopping bags, and children laughed and chatted happily.

But there was one person who didn't fit in.

He was a man in his early twenties.

He wore a simple white shirt, its soft texture swaying slightly with his movements. He paired it with dark casual trousers and sneakers, a look that was both comfortable and stylish.

His gray hair was tousled by the breeze, giving him a natural and unrestrained air.

Holding a professional camera, he wandered through the alleys of the market, sometimes squatting down, sometimes standing on tiptoe.

I can't tell for a moment —

He's a perverted voyeur.

He's a professional photographer.

(Remember this person; he'll be tested at the beginning of the new book.)

Sensing something, the photographer slowly turned around to look at Luo Bai. He raised an eyebrow and waved familiarly, saying, "Hey, you're awake."

Luo Bai frowned in response.

He didn't know this person.

Chapter 552 The New Moon is Approaching (2)

"Do you know me?" Luo Bai looked the man up and down, remaining extremely vigilant.

It's not strange to be recognized by others.

He is indeed somewhat famous in the real world, and he's not wearing a mask now, so it's not surprising that people recognize him.

Strangely—

The other person said, "You're awake."

Does he know I was asleep?

It wasn't Xiao Wubu who saved me, but him?

Not impressed at all.

"Oh, sorry." The photographer paused, raising his hand slightly in apology.

"I've forgotten you, I've forgotten me."

A tongue twister-like phrase came out of his mouth.

"What nonsense is this?" Luo Bai frowned, completely unable to understand what was being said.

"who are you?"

"What do you want from me?"

He kept a few meters away from the photographer and asked directly.

The photographer gently touched his chest, smiled slightly, and looked very refined: "My name is Mickey, and I'm a photographer."

“Mickey...the photographer…” Luo Bai kept trying to recall, but still couldn’t remember.

"what's up?"

He looked at Mickey with suspicion and wariness.

Dressed fashionably and equipped with modern facilities, they are probably not natives of Shiranui Village.

If it is a living being.