I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

Hirota Tulio gave a smile that he thought was amiable and walked forward to say hello.

"You are outsiders, right?"

The boy looked at Hirota Tulio with innocent eyes and said crisply.

Foreigner?

Hirota Tulio frowned, looking at the old-fashioned cloth clothes on the two children, his heart skipped a beat, and he seemed to have a bad premonition.

"We are foreigners. Can you tell me what the island is called?"

"Spray it...call Penglai!" The boy bit his finger and replied excitedly after a while.

Is it really Penglai?

Hirota Tulio and several others looked at each other.

"Little kid, don't lie! That's not what the sister named Yuhuo said."

The young man suddenly had an idea and bluffed.

"Ah, you guys came from Sister Yuhuo?"

Another little girl said in a baby voice.

"Yes, we have a very good relationship with Sister Yuhuo."

"The village chief and my mother both said that we can't play with half-demons!"

The little boy suddenly pulled the little girl and ran towards the village.

"Is Japan such a poor country? There are only wooden houses and thatched houses, and not even many mud houses."

After entering the village, Hirota Tulio felt that his beautiful fantasy about his spiritual motherland was completely shattered.

According to the elders’ narratives, Japan is a developed country with a booming economy, Tokyo is the world’s largest city, and even the most remote countryside is more developed than towns in Brazil.

But after entering the village, what you see is the pure nature and original ecology of the ancient countryside, without any traces of electrical appliances, cement or other modern things.

Even the primitive tribes in the Amazon rainforest of Brazil are no more than this.

On the way, they also met several villagers, all of whom were wearing coarse cloth shirts and ancient hairstyles. No matter how they looked at it, they did not look like people living in modern society.

As soon as they saw them, the villagers looked strange and tried to avoid them, and no matter how they called out, it was no use.

"I've been to Africa as a volunteer, but I've never seen a village like this with no signs of modern civilization. It's a bit... scary."

The foreign white girl said with some uneasiness.

“Hahaha, they must be the scenic spot staff in disguise. The atmosphere is really amazing, and the acting is so cool.”

The young man forced a smile. Even a thick-skinned man like him could vaguely feel that something was wrong, even a little creepy.

There is something weird about this village!

Could it be that they had stumbled into some village with forbidden customs straight out of a horror novel?

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"Let's not scare ourselves. How could such a thing be possible?"

Seeing that everyone looked unhappy, Hirota Tulio forced himself to remain calm and tried to comfort everyone.

Before he could finish his words, a large group of villagers rushed out from the corner of the street, holding pickaxes, rakes and other farm tools in their hands, and rushed towards them aggressively.

"The monster has entered the village!"

"Kill that black guy, and the white-skinned Rakshasa ghost!"

Seeing the murderous looks on the villagers' faces, Hirota Tulio and his companions were so frightened that their souls left their bodies. Seeing that the situation was not good, they turned around and tried to escape.

it is as expected!

A closed island, an ancient village, xenophobic villagers, a mysterious girl who lives in seclusion and is taciturn, and two children who meet at the entrance of the village...

These are classic elements of a B-level horror movie opening.

Are these villagers now planning a massacre or a human sacrifice?

When the young man thought of this, his face turned pale, his steps weakened, and he could hardly run.

But unexpectedly, a group of villagers holding farm tools appeared from behind and blocked their way.

"OMG!"

What kind of hell is this village? When they see outsiders, they just beat them to death without any reason!

Is there any royal law? Is there any law?

Hirota Tulio came back to Japan from Brazil specifically to trace his roots, but he didn't mean to return to his roots. Besides, he didn't even know if this island was Japan.

"Wait! We are..."

Hirota Tulio argued loudly in vain, but could only watch as the villagers gathered around him.

"Stop it, everyone!"

At the critical moment, a loud and powerful shout was heard, and the villagers stopped what they were doing.

"It's the village chief."

"Old village chief!"

I saw a path being separated from the crowd, and an octogenarian with white hair, youthful face and vigorous spirit walked over. Although he was holding a cane in his hand, he walked very briskly.

"What are you doing?"

The old village chief had a loud voice, not at all like an elderly person.

"Village chief, a monster has sneaked into the village!"

Some villagers pointed at the black man Antonio and the foreign girl, their faces filled with fear and surprise.

"This black man has skin as black as coal, and this female Rakshasa has a face as white as a dead person and disgusting yellow hair. It's really terrifying."

"The other people are mixed with these two monsters. They are wearing strange clothes. No other village has such clothes. They are definitely not human but monsters!"

The villagers were talking about it in a flurry.

Hirota Tulio and his companions were trembling in fear and staring at each other with disbelief on their faces.

This is already the third decade of the 21st century, and it's even the Reiwa era. Are there still such closed and xenophobic villages in Japan? They have never even seen black people or white people, but instead treat them as monsters.

This is too nonsense!

"Don't make wild guesses. These outsiders are human beings just like us."

The old village chief spoke slowly, leaning on his cane.

"But……"

"The village has been enchanted by the witch, so it's absolutely impossible for monsters to get in. Don't you trust the witch?" The old village chief said, slamming his cane to the ground.

"Everyone go away and get to work."

"The old village chief is right."

"It is absolutely impossible for the miko to make any mistakes."

The witch seemed to have a high prestige among the villagers. After the old village chief mentioned the witch, the villagers all looked convinced and scattered like birds and beasts, going about their own business.

"I'm sorry, strangers, for scaring you."

The old village chief walked up to Hirota Tulio, with a kind look in his eyes and a big smile, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

Although this old man looks quite old, he is still strong and has clear eyes, which makes him look like a fairy.

"Thank you, old man."

Still frightened, Hirota Tulio forced a smile.

"I hope you don't blame us. After all, there are very few outsiders coming into this village. Not to mention those young people, I have been the village chief for more than a hundred years, and this is the first time I have seen outsiders." There was a hint of sigh in the old village chief's tone.

"Wait, old man! May I ask how old you are this year?" Hirota Tulio frowned and asked.

"I am already over 230 years old this year." The old village chief stroked his beard and said complacently. "Even on the fairy island, there are not many people who can live over 200 years old."

"Clam?"

Several young people looked at each other and found it a bit ridiculous. Although this old man looked strong and healthy, he actually had Alzheimer's disease and was bragging like this.

"Ah, haha, you have a great body."

Hirota Tulio laughed, then remembered the purpose of his group and said seriously:

"Old man, we were stranded on this island by accident, and one of our companions fell into the sea and is missing. It's urgent now. Do you have a phone number to contact the outside world? I really need your help."

"Phone, what is that?"

The old village chief showed the same bewildered look as Miss Yuhuo.

Uh, is this true? Is there such an isolated and remote village in Japan?

But looking around, whether it is the villagers' clothing or the rolling thatched houses and wooden houses, there is no trace of modern civilization; and the villagers had previously mistaken the black man Antonio and the white girl for monsters, and they looked murderous and unpretentious. Could it be that this is really an ancient village that has never been discovered by the outside world?

Although Hirota Tulio was somewhat skeptical, he still couldn't accept it rationally.

"Old man, what exactly is this village?"

"This is the fairy island Penglai."

The old village chief said as a matter of course, and then seemed to recall something and added:

"You must have heard of the legend of Penglai, right? It was the Penglai Island that the First Emperor ordered Xu Fu to go out to sea to find!"

"What a joke! Old man!"

The young man in the couple finally couldn't hold back anymore. The anger and grievances he had been pent up in from being threatened by the villagers with farm tools suddenly erupted.

"You must be kidding us! This must be some kind of prank show. You extras and props team really spent a lot of money. But this can't scare me. I won't fall for it!"

The young man screamed hysterically.

"You are breaking the law. Why don't you finish the filming? I want to go back to Tokyo!"

The young man's loud shouting attracted the attention of several villagers. They stopped in alarm and began to whisper.

Hirota Turio suddenly felt something was wrong and exchanged glances with the black man Antonio. The black man nodded and grabbed the young man who was getting angry.

"I'm sorry, old man, my friend lost his composure a little." Hirota Tulio apologized with a smile.

Regardless of whether the old village chief is pretending to be crazy or not, it is obviously not a wise move to offend him now.

"As a young man, it's nothing if you're a little impatient."

The old village chief waved his hand magnanimously, indicating that he didn't care.

"It's getting late. Do you want to spend the night in the village?"

Hirota Tulio and his companions looked at each other and saw obvious resistance in their expressions.

"Old man, we still want to walk around the village, no hurry, no hurry."

The old village chief looked calm, glanced at them thoughtfully, and reminded:

"That's fine. There are no taboos in this village. I have already told the villagers, and they won't make things difficult for you. But don't leave the village casually, especially in the forest. It may be dangerous at night."

The old village chief gave a few instructions and walked away with his walking stick.

"Let's go! Let's leave the village now."

Seeing that the old village chief's back had disappeared, Hirota Tulio immediately spoke, and to be on the safe side, he used English.

“Whether what the old village chief said is true or not, whether this village is really isolated from the outside world, it is really too weird. We stayed here overnight, surrounded by so many villagers. If something happened, we would not be able to escape.”

Others nodded in agreement.

Isn't there often such a classic plot in suspense horror movies? Tourists mistakenly enter a village or castle deep in the mountains and forests, and are first warmly received by the host. After the tourists let down their guard, have a good meal and fall asleep, a series of thrilling and terrifying dramas are staged.

It’s no wonder they are suspicious. After all, this village is so mysterious, and the atmosphere is depressing and weird.

"But it's almost evening now. Where are we going to spend the night?"

"Let's go to Miss Yuhuo's place. Her thatched cottage can still accommodate us if we squeeze in." Hirota Tulio had obviously made up his mind a long time ago.

"But, she..."