Dazhe said calmly, “If I commit this slash, you will die…”
He just raised Zhan Lu in his hand and whispered, “So, how long have you not been fighting?”
Zhan Lu buzzed and rushed out directly. Dazhe only held it with one hand. Zhan Lu took his body straight and rushed towards the Isle of Demon’s depth.
Boom!
In front of him was a massive cave, layer upon layer… At this moment, there were scarlet-skinned and green-skinned vile demons with leopard print shorts. All of them looked at him in surprise.
“Human! Roar!“
“If I commit the slash, you will die. Zhan Lu, can we stop saying this every time?”
The sword light was unhindered.
Takeko lowered her head but did not dare to look at Mo Xiaofei. She said with grief, “The young woman in the village has curses on them, after reaching the age of fourteen. If the masculine energy does not enter the body, they can’t survive more than a month. Many women in the village have already died.”
Mo Xiaofei was taken aback, lest not say where the curse came from. Takeko’s statement appeared to be logically flawed. He frowned and said, “You said that many girls have died? No way. If being connected with a male only allows one to survive for a month, it’s still not reasonable. Once you get married, shouldn’t this kind of thing be solved easily?”
In Mo Xiaofei’s view, such a curse was to let Unripe Rice Village residents marry a little earlier. But early marriage was a common thing in ancient times.
Do they have to be with different men every month to continue their life?
What kind of curse is this? The wife has to cheat on her husband. Is it a cheating curse? Does she have to have a new sexual partner every month? What kind of play is this?
“Then, Takeko you.” Mo Xiaofei looked at Takeko with an ugly expression, “How old are you this year?”
“Just fourteen.” Takeko looked at Mo Xiaofei pitifully, but her pale face suddenly became a little shy, “Sir Kojiro, Takeko is still a virgin.”
Her voice was almost inaudible.
Mo Xiaofei stood up, paced back and forth in the room, shook his head, and said, “This kind of thing is too abnormal. Don’t you have a shrine and a witch? Why doesn’t the witch help you?”
“Witch is also a victim of the curse.” Takeko said miserably, “The previous witch died because she couldn’t find a suitable man within the time limit. The new witch will reach fourteen years old after half of a year, but she is still young.”
Probably because of the respect for the witch, knowing that this young witch couldn’t do. She only mentioned her being young.
That’s still not right? According to the plot, Unripe Rice Village’s witch should be powerful and finally purified Pen Immortal with the heroine’s help. Although Mo Xiaofei was not clear about the plot’s details, the storyline should be like this!
Mo Xiaofei felt he had to do something rather than being an idle bystander. He immediately said, “Takeko, I understand what happened to you. I will find a way to help you solve this problem. But you have to tell me, what’s the curse’s source?”
“Sir Kojiro?” Takeko looked up in surprise at this moment.
Mo Xiaofei had no choice but to say, “If the demon beast is causing trouble, I have at least some ability to deal with the demon beast!”
But at this moment, there were a lot of footsteps outside the house. There was even fire and light outside and the rowdy crowd. The room door was also hurriedly opened at this time. It was Takeko’s father, Kizhirou.
At this time, Kizhirou looked back and forth on Takeko and Mo Xiaofei. Seeing that both of them were well dressed, his face was a little disappointed, “Sir Kojiro, Master Nagato is already waiting outside to see you.”
Women would die because of the curse, but men seemed to have no restrictions in this aspect, but they couldn’t leave the village. Kizhirou was naturally afraid of offending the samurai family who ruled this place.
“Excuse me, is Kojiro-dono here? Can you come out to see you?”
A thick voice came slowly at this time. Mo Xiaofei’s eyes narrowed: Voice Transmission!
. At this moment, there were people outside of Kizhirou’s house. Most of them were villagers; each with a torch in their hand. A dozen of them were leading the group. Their outfits were better. They were carrying lanterns. The leader, who was about fifty years old, had a katana with him. He should probably be the so-called Master Nagato.