A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

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Just a few days ago, he was enjoying a school trip with his classmates.

I don't know which idiot suggested that we come to Amitabha Plain for an "exploration".

Young people can never resist the temptation of excitement, and so a journey of reckless recklessness begins.

As expected, Tachibana Rikuro got separated from his companions in the chaotic city and eventually fell into the hands of slave traders, becoming merchandise waiting to be sold.

Behind this desperate group, atop a dilapidated building not far away, a fiery red figure moved silently, like a cat.

The woman had long, dazzling golden hair and a tall, voluptuous figure, yet she exuded a dangerous aura that kept strangers at bay.

It was none other than the anti-demon ninja, Kousaka Shizuru.

She had been tracking this slave caravan for two days.

Suddenly, the group in front stopped, seemingly preparing to rest on the spot.

Shizuru Kousaka immediately lowered her body and activated her ninjutsu, completely merging her aura with the surrounding darkness.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that the other party had not noticed her.

However, in that very moment of relaxation...

A warm hand, without warning, gently rested on her shoulder.

who!

Shizuru Kosaka felt her hair stand on end and her heart almost stop beating.

She didn't even have time to think; her body had already reacted instinctively.

As he suddenly turned around, a rose whip covered in thorns appeared out of thin air, lashing at the newcomer with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!

The concrete ground beneath their feet cracked instantly, and countless vines coiled around their legs like venomous snakes.

The entire counterattack was so fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage.

However, the expected scene of blood and gore did not occur.

That hand was still firmly resting on her shoulder.

Her rose whip and vines, which she was determined to obtain, were blocked in mid-air by an invisible force field, remaining completely still.

A male voice, both playful and somewhat familiar, rang in her ear.

"Miss Shizuru, it's been a long time. Are you plotting to murder your husband?"

This voice...

Shizuru Kousaka suddenly looked up and met a pair of deep, smiling eyes.

The newcomer had neat black hair and a handsome face. He was the man who made her feel both grateful and ashamed, and who she would occasionally dream about—Jingu Makoto.

After feeding the three hot girls and calming down the other girls, he arrived in this chaotic city.

He originally planned to take direct action and wipe out the entire slave caravan.

Unexpectedly, they discovered the rose that had been secretly following them.

Driven by curiosity, he temporarily abandoned his original plan and decided to meet this long-unseen female demon ninja.

"Phew, Jingu-kun, it's you?"

Upon recognizing the person, Shizuru Kosaka's tense body instantly relaxed, and the rose whip and vines disappeared silently.

"Would you believe me if I said I came here specifically to find you?" Jingu Makoto smiled and released his hand.

"What do you think?" Shizuru Kousaka rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

As she straightened her slightly disheveled combat uniform, she subtly observed him.

This guy is still as powerful as ever, breathtakingly so, and always appears so mysteriously.

Shizuru Kosaka pushed up her red-rimmed glasses, revealing a newfound wisdom in her emerald green eyes behind the lenses.

"It seems that our goals are aligned."

She quietly pointed to the caravan not far ahead.

"To avoid internal strife later, would you mind revealing your target, Cheng-kun?"

After the mission at the Holy Academy was completed, she used the intelligence network of the Demon Ninja to investigate Jingu Makoto, but the result was completely blank.

She couldn't see through this man.

If she could, she would never want to be his enemy, and even... wanted to develop him into a reliable ally.

Upon hearing this, Makoto Jingu smiled.

"Why don't you go first?"

"Fine, you stingy man."

Shizuru Kousaka pursed her lips, but a small thrill inexplicably rose in her heart.

She lowered her voice and asked with a hint of testing in her voice, "What do you think this team does?"

"Aren't they just a bunch of human traffickers?" Jingu Makoto's answer was exactly what she expected.

"Yes, but not entirely."

Shizuru Kousaka couldn't help but smile. She had finally won in terms of intelligence, and her mood improved considerably.

"In addition to human trafficking, this group is also secretly involved in the resale of magic potions."

She paused, then continued, "Most of these captured slaves end up being used as test subjects for drugs."

"Potion?"

“Hmm.” Kousaka Shizuru’s expression turned serious. “It is a combination of the best of the demon world’s medical and magical arts, and is undoubtedly a forbidden object.”

"The potion I'm investigating this time is called 'Nine Dragons Powder,' which is said to have the miraculous effect of greatly enhancing physical strength, and therefore has been wildly sought after by many fitness enthusiasts and those with physical enhancement abilities."

"Furthermore, according to the investigation, this substance is extremely addictive. Users must continue to take it every so often, otherwise their bodies will undergo terrible mutations, and eventually... they will become mindless bio-engineered monsters."

As she said this, she glanced at the group of slaves, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.

"My mission is to track this caravan, find out their trade routes, contact persons, and if the time is right, it would be best to capture the slave trader alive and pry more information out of him."

Hiss... Nine Dragons Scatter, Demon...

As Jingu Makoto listened to Kosaka Shizuru's description, he felt like he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place where.

"I've finished speaking," Shizuru Kousaka's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Now, it's your turn."

Seeing this, Jingu Makoto didn't pursue the matter further and smiled easily.

"Then it seems there is no conflict between us. My target is just an insignificant slave inside."

"Oh?" Shizuru Kousaka immediately became interested, her emerald green eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Is there anything special about him?"

Jingu Makoto, however, smiled without saying a word, as if to say, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

"cut."

Seeing this, Shizuru Kousaka subtly moved closer to him, her soft body almost touching his arm, her warm breath carrying a sweet scent.

"Can't you really reveal a little more, Makoto-kun?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her eyes sparkling with charm.

"Cough cough."

Jingu Makoto coughed twice, skillfully sidestepping the sweet trap and abruptly changing the subject.

"In that case, I think we don't need to wait any longer, let's make our move."

"what?"

Shizuru Kosaka paused for a moment, then helplessly rubbed her forehead with her hand.

That's it again.

This man's style of doing things is always so simple and brutal.

She couldn't help but remind him, "Don't be impulsive, there's a very strong guy in there. During the pursuit, I had several opportunities to launch a sneak attack, but I had to give them up because of his presence."

Makoto Jingu followed Shizuru Kousaka's gaze.

Among the caravan, a tall man dressed in a kimono stood out.

He simply stood there quietly, eyes closed in meditation, yet he exuded a powerful aura.

"Oh, then I'll take care of this guy."

Chapter 127 Swordsman Abang

After resting for a while, the slave caravan set off again.

"Get up, everyone! Let's go!"

Driven by mercenaries, Tachibana Rikuro and his companions were like a flock of lambs to the slaughterhouse.

The mustachioed slave trader followed behind, looking at the bridge spanning the river ahead, muttering to himself, "I hope nothing goes wrong."

The area in front is called Robber Street, because it is known for being frequented by armed refugees who extort money from these unscrupulous merchants.

At this moment, the mercenaries stopped in their tracks.

"What's going on?" The slave trader frowned and stepped forward.

Suddenly, two people, a man and a woman, appeared in the middle of the road ahead, blocking their way.

It was Makoto Jingu and Shizuru Kousaka.

The slave trader narrowed his eyes and forced a fake smile: "May I ask what brings you two here?"

“We are very interested in your goods, and in you as a person,” Jingu Makoto said with a smile, looking at the mustachioed man.

"Do it!"

Upon hearing this, the slave trader's expression changed drastically. He shouted loudly and then turned and ran away without hesitation.

The mercenaries behind them reacted quickly, raising their weapons and pointing the black muzzles at Shingu Makoto and his companion, ready to pull the trigger.

However, at that very moment, something unexpected happened.

Countless vines burst forth from the hard concrete and precisely wrapped around the mercenary's ankles.

"what!"

"what!"

A large group of people instantly lost their balance. Under the eerie manipulation of the vines, their bodies twisted involuntarily, and the muzzles of their guns were all pointed at their companions.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted, accompanied by screams of agony as mercenaries were killed by their own men in terror and despair.

Amid the chaos, only the kimono-clad man who had been resting with his eyes closed suddenly opened them.

He drew his katana from his waist, and with a flash of light, the vines wrapped around his feet snapped in two.

When he looked up, Makoto Jingu was already standing in front of him.

"Swordsman Abang, right?"

Beneath the shaved eyebrows, the kimono-clad man's sharp gaze was fixed on Jingu Makoto: "You know me, yet you dare to block my way. It seems you are quite confident."

Jingu Makoto didn't say anything, but kept one hand in his pocket and gently beckoned to him with the other.

"Humph!"

Abang let out a cold snort, and a visible black demonic aura emanated from his body.

Not only that.

His muscles, hidden beneath his kimono, suddenly bulged and popped.

On the wounded forehead, two thick bull horns grew out menacingly to the left and right, and the face bulged as if it were about to be torn apart, eventually turning the entire head into a ferocious bull's head.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a man in a kimono into a bull-headed demon over two meters tall with bulging muscles.

Abang gripped the katana in his hand tightly, which resembled a monster's fangs, and assumed a high stance.

"Drink!"