Tokyo: Starting from the Miko Sister

Ibuki glanced at Haruhiko and the others, but didn't believe it.

But since Tsuchimikado Mari said so, she couldn't expose it.

There is no need to offend a fifth-level psychic.

"What are the characteristics?"

Ibuki leaned back slightly, propped up his chin with one hand, and said, "Since you are a guest from afar, I can help you."

"Thank you."

Tsuchimikado Mari raised her hand, and spiritual energy surged out, forming a portrait in front of her.

He is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

"I haven't seen it."

Ibuki shook his head slightly and said, "I'll have my men keep an eye out."

"Trouble the city lord."

Tsuchimikado Mari waved her hand, and the portrait disappeared.

"You can stay in my palace and wait for clues."

As Ibuki finished speaking, a guard stepped forward.

He led the way and brought the group to the side hall.

“It’s just like the real thing.”

Haruhiko touched the wooden table in the room.

Not only the vision, but even the touch, is no different from the real world.

If Tsuchimikado Mashiro hadn't told him that it was an illusion, he would never have believed it.

"Illusions are usually performed through the five senses. So when did we fall into an illusion?"

Haruhiko suddenly thought of another question and asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, it was you who opened the door."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro sat across from him, arms folded across her chest.

The lower volume forms an arc outward.

"How did you open the door?"

Tsuchimikado Mari, who was standing next to Haruhiko, asked.

As for Utsunomiya Mina and others, they were in another room.

After traveling for so long, I need to take a break.

And Tsuchimikado Mashiro and Tsuchimikado Mari need to think about what to do next.

"The words of the snake god on the door are, shout out the name of my lord, so I chanted Ibukisan Daimyojin."

Haruhiko withdrew his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and saw Tsuchimikado Mari's voluptuous thighs in stockings.

The two people sat close together, so they could see everything.

"It is indeed related to Ibukisan Daimyojin."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro's beautiful eyes moved, and her delicate face beneath the veil looked a little solemn.

Even if Haruhiko didn't say it explicitly, after so many coincidences, she could already conclude that the Takama-ga-hara ruins were the grave of the Yamata no Orochi.

In Japanese legends, the Yamata-no-Orochi is extremely famous.

Needless to say, its strength.

His tomb must be worth a lot of money.

Of course, where there are opportunities, there are risks.

If one is not careful with things related to gods, even a fifth-level psychic will pay with his life.

"The closer the illusion is to reality, the harder it is to detect."

Tsuchimikado Mari pondered and said, "This city and the monsters in the city must have existed before, and that power made them reappear."

"good."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro nodded and asked, "Think about it, who can enter here under normal circumstances?"

There is a snake language at the door.

Only Yamata no Orochi's subordinates or servants can enter.

"There must be something left here."

Tsuchimikado Mari said with certainty.

"In that case, we will split into three groups this afternoon and search the city."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro thought for a moment and said.

"Haruhiko knows the snake language."

Tsuchimikado Mari added, "There must be a lot of written records on Mount Ibuki that can be collected."

"Ah."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro glanced at Haruhiko subconsciously.

Only his left hand was still on the table.

As for the right hand, it hung naturally, blocking the view.

But Tsuchimikado Mashiro is a fifth-level psychic.

She was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

He didn't stop even in front of her.

"Depart in the afternoon!"

Tsuchimikado Mashiro left the room with a sullen look on his face.

"You knew she would notice, yet you were so bold."

Tsuchimikado Mari tilted her head, a smile appeared on her cold face, and her eyes were full of affection.

Haruhiko paused and could only smile awkwardly.

He swears to God that he didn't mean to make Tsuchimikado Mashiro angry.

But Tsuchimikado Mari's plump long legs are really hard to resist.

"We will be divided into three teams this afternoon. How will they be allocated?"

Haruhiko continued to appreciate the texture of the stockings.

"Master, one team. I, one team. Ayaka and Mina, one team."

Tsuchimikado Mari ignored his mischievous hands and asked, "Who do you want to follow?"

"Of course it's Sister Marie."

Haruhiko said without hesitation.

He naturally knew what to say when facing a fifth-level demon who could grasp his weakness at any time.

"Aren't you afraid that your master will be angry?"

Tsuchimikado Mari slightly parted her red lips.

Her face had a faint blush, as if she was drunk, and her charming and mature wife temperament was fully revealed.

With her enviable figure, Haruhiko has been so fascinated that he has lost his mind.

He shook his head and said, "I'm more afraid that Sister Zhenli will be angry."

This statement is indeed true.

Tsuchimikado Mashiro's anger came quickly and went away quickly.

Haruhiko wasn't too worried.

"Grumpy."

Tsuchimikado Mari waved her hand casually.

The door to the room was closed.

She closed her legs slightly, looked down at Haruhiko, licked her lips, and said, "We still have time."

The weather in Ibukiyama is quite cool.

Haruhiko had a very comfortable nap.

When I woke up again, I felt hungry.

Although Lord Ibuki prepared food for them, no one dared to eat it.

Fortunately, they all carried it with them.

"Eat."

Tsuchimikado Mari produced a lunch box out of thin air like a magic trick.

"Thank you."

Haruhiko sat up from her arms, put on his clothes, and then took the lunch box.

He opened it and saw sushi inside.

Of course, the bento box cannot be as hot as the freshly made ones.

But when you are out, you don't need to be too particular.

Haruhiko picked up a piece and took a bite.

"Is it tasty?"

Tsuchimikado Mari sat on the bed in a rather heroine-like posture.

It was just like the classic scene of Dongfang Bubai in red drinking in his previous life.

But the only difference is that she hasn't changed her clothes yet.

"good to eat."

Haruhiko nodded subconsciously and said, "It's delicious and has a good taste. There is no sushi more delicious than this."

It is a feast for the eyes, and I am really impressed by her.

He had a very good meal.

"Help me put on my kimono."

Tsuchimikado Mari stood up, and the red kimono she usually wore appeared in her hand.

"Why did you think of wearing a kimono?"

Haruhiko admired the big shock, a little confused.

Mainly because he prefers tight skirts and black stockings.

"Modern clothes are too eye-catching."

Tsuchimikado Mari explained.

Haruhiko responded.

This city is at least several hundred years old, so the styles of clothing are naturally different.

"But why didn't they question our clothes before?"

Haruhiko stepped forward and took the kimono.

“That’s a good question.”

Tsuchimikado Mari stretched out her arms and put them into her sleeves.

The mature and graceful body is gradually covered by the kimono.