Chapter 641 The Performance Begins (3k)
A faint smile flashed in his blood-red eyes. Su Jiu’s face curved into a slight smile as he looked directly at Lin Zi-mu, who was questioning him, and moved his lips:
“This is what you deserve. You know, I’ve had enough of you these past few days.”
“You!”
Lin Zi-mu clenched her fists. Although she was looking down at the short figure, she didn’t know why her aura seemed weaker than the other party’s. It wasn’t like this before.
“Swoosh swoosh!!”
Seeing his young lady being attacked, the black-suited guards’ faces changed drastically. They immediately rushed forward, shielding Lin Zi-mu behind them. However, they dared not speak out in reprimand, only confronting the group of Shrine Maidens.
Even to the ordinary spectators, the tension between Su Jiu and the Lin family was almost palpable, but they dared not criticize, after all, Miss Lin family was indeed slashed in the face and was furious.
“Heh heh, please don’t let your private disputes affect the demon-extermination assembly.”
The stalemate between the two parties caused a nearby staff member to anxiously call the steward. In a moment, with a clear voice, the familiar attire of an Onmyoji appeared before the two.
Without waiting for either side to react, he raised his hand and used a gentle force to push away the Lin family members blocking the way, revealing the road again. Then, with a smiling demeanor, he slightly bowed to Su Jiu and said:
“Miss Yama, please.”
“Thank you, Mr. Endo.”
Nodding, Su Jiu casually glanced at the other party and realized it was Endo Saka, who was responsible for Mr. Yama’s grandfather’s ideological work. He didn’t have any further thoughts and slowly continued to move forward.
Endo Saka watched the girl’s calm back, his eyelids twitching. He had a strange feeling that after being glanced at by the other party, he couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated.
Unlike Su Jiu’s leisurely stroll, after being pushed aside, Lin Zi-mu quietly told the Priest beside her to heal her facial injuries.
“How dare she?!”
She gritted her teeth and looked at Su Jiu’s back, her fingertips pinching so hard that they were slightly pale. She failed to notice the fine white light reflecting off the threads on her sleeve.
“Miss Lin, why bother arguing with a dead person?”
Shoving the strange thoughts in his mind aside, Endo Saka smiled and walked over, returning the fox mask that had fallen to the ground.
“You should wear this mask. The Temple Priest specifically reminded you that as a previously chosen Shrine Maiden, you have the responsibility to continue wearing this outfit.”
“That’s right, why should I argue with someone who is about to be sacrificed?”
Taking the cracked mask, Lin Zi-mu understood. After her facial wounds were completely healed by the healing spell, she put the mask back on, and disdainfully looked up in the direction of the temple.
About half an hour after Su Jiu led the Shrine Maidens into the venue, the number of people on the mountain roads on both sides of the road finally crowded to an almost explosive level. The black masses of heads stretched as far as the eye could see, and the noisy sounds converged and finally rushed to the sky.
“Ding ding!”
When most of the personnel had arrived at the location, the continuous wind chimes of the temple finally swayed without wind, as if a special Formation was at play, and the sound of the wind chimes spread throughout the entire high mountain.
Upon hearing the sound of the wind chimes, the noisy human voices quieted down slightly. Countless gazes followed the sound of the bells and looked at the very conspicuous temple in the mountains.
In the center of the temple, which gathered all eyes, Su Jiu slowly took out the guitar in his hand, scanned his surroundings, and a smile slowly appeared on his face beneath the mask:
“The performance is about to begin.”
Su Jiu glanced at the group of witches who were under mental control and said with a smile, “Are you all ready? Let the Lord of the Gods feel your faith and sincerity.”
“Lord of the Gods!!”
Upon hearing this, the dancing witches consciously moved aside, their movements neat and elegant, with a width suitable for idol dances.
Then Su Jiu took out a few Bluetooth speakers, connected the guitar to these speakers, and sat on a stone stool, gently strumming, and began to tune.
Su Jiu’s actions puzzled many people in the audience. No, buddy? Do traditional dances use these things?
Some official personnel had already begun to realize that something might be wrong, but because Su Jiu was already preparing on stage, they found it inconvenient to interrupt. Endo Saka also frowned: “What does this person want to do?”
“Perhaps it’s a final struggle?”
The other Onmyoji beside him smiled indifferently, seemingly not very interested in this scene.
“After all, he’s still young, and it’s normal to do something attention-grabbing.”
Endo Saka nodded, seemingly having made up his mind about Su Jiu’s strange behavior, but remembering Su Jiu’s glance at him before, he felt increasingly uneasy.
At the same time, amidst the crowd, a man wearing thick glasses and a fluffy hairstyle slightly lowered his body.
He walked straight forward, bumped into someone, and then fell to the ground as if trying to extort money. After concealing his figure, he said into his earpiece in a low voice: “The target seems to be abnormal. It might attract the attention of the [Ghost Samurai], please change the rescue plan.”
“Abnormal, what exactly happened? The person to be rescued cannot make any mistakes. This involves the entire city.”
A deep and authoritative voice came from the other end of the earpiece, with a sense of iron discipline.
“The rescuer… is playing a song?”
The fluffy-haired man was about to say something when he was suddenly stunned, because he discovered that the guitar had already started playing. The rapid music, amplified by the Bluetooth speakers, directly echoed throughout the mountain.
“Dong♩ Dong♬～”
“I’ll be there right away.”
The voice was transmitted through the phone to the other side. The owner of the authoritative voice fell silent. Was this intentional or unintentional?
“Damn it! This is clearly modern pop music, is she trying to ruin us?”
“If the Lord of the Gods does not descend tonight, the monsters will become stronger, and everything will be over.”
“Heh heh, I knew she wouldn’t willingly go to her death…”
The people present were not fools, and they naturally understood that this was not a traditional prayer dance at all. In an instant, shouts and curses erupted, almost drowning out the music.
“Perhaps this is really a dance for the gods, you see, those witches are also dancing.”
Despite the scolding, someone with sharp eyes suddenly noticed a loophole. Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and found that it was indeed the case. For a moment, the noise actually quieted down a lot, and some even felt that the dance was quite well performed.
Some older people also believed that this was the dance required for the sacrifice. After all, in their minds, Yama would go crazy because she was about to die, and it was impossible for so many witches to go crazy together!
In the farther maple forest, the samurai figures were somewhat surprised. They looked at the young-looking ghost and teased, “Ibaraki, your taste is improving with each passing day.”
“How dare that human girl tamper with my decree and dance such a bizarre thing!”
Glancing at the samurai figure, Ibaraki Douji’s expression was a little gloomy. However, this was only the performance stage, and it was only to add more mythical color. The important thing was the subsequent sacrifice stage.
The samurai figure laughed heartily. Seemingly sensing the increasingly gloomy expression of the other party, he stopped and continued,
“Next, do you need me to help you stop those rats who have infiltrated? Relying on the [Ghost Samurai] alone should be a problem.”
Glancing at him, Ibaraki Douji did not agree. Instead, he retorted, “Besides the promise to kill all of the Yama family’s bloodlines, what else do you need?”
“Shōtoku’s wine gourd. I know that after He was beheaded by the Dragon King, that thing has been with you. My only request is this.”
The samurai figure cupped his fists and said. He urgently needed the wine liquid inside to heal his body and restore his strength in advance.
“Alright, but you need to go to the sacrifice site for me now and assist in breaking the seal during the sacrifice.”
Ibaraki Douji glanced at the samurai figure, clenched his hand as if in a void, and a grayish-purple gourd appeared in his hand. With a casual flick, he threw it to the other party, and then lightly pointed at his forehead in the void.
“I will temporarily restore your strength using my Ghost Realm power, allowing you to barely reach the Initial Stage Battle God Level. The Temple Priest who has an agreement with me is also a Battle God. With the two of you there, those rats will surely not succeed.”
“I will surely not fail in my mission! With my swordsmanship, no one of the same rank can contend with me.”
Feeling the power surging through his body, the samurai figure excitedly put the grayish-purple gourd into his pocket, and then transformed into a red and black stream of light, heading towards the sacrificial mountain.
“Damn it! I only used a little power, and Amaterasu’s sealing backlash almost wiped me out.”
After he left, Ibaraki Douji let out a muffled groan, and his figure flickered even more. A mark of light flashed on his forehead. If one looked closely at the mark, they would realize that it was a golden feather pattern.
…
After plucking the last string, Su Jiu slowly stood up and looked at the situation below. Seeing that there was no thunderous applause, he pouted.
“Miss Yama, it’s time for us to head to the sacrifice area in the back.”
The moment she stood up, the Temple Priest in mid-air slowly landed before her, made a gesture of invitation, and had a slightly kind smile on his face.
He had actually been watching Su Jiu’s performance. Faced with Su Jiu’s disruptive performance, the Temple Priest was actually helpless, but the sacrifice required a certain degree of voluntary consciousness.
If this farce could satisfy Miss Yama, then reputation was worth it, after all, that Lord had promised him the benefit of breaking through to the Intermediate Stage Battle God.
“Okay…”
Nodding, Su Jiu paused, then pretended to be troubled and turned his head to look at the people who were quite close to the temple. Suddenly, he pointed at them and said,
“I want to leave with dignity. Can you get them to stay away from here?”
