Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Everything in this world."

"...Well, I asked a stupid question."

The one who spoke to the jealous girl named Paqiuli was another blonde girl. No, it seemed a bit inappropriate to call it a girl. After all, the outline of her chest was, well, really unbearable to bear the word girl.

Her name is Xingxiong Yongyi and she is a ghost.

A white shirt with a red border and a azure blue skirt that looked like a burning ghost, she exists there, as if her momentum alone was enough to crush everything.

Speaking of it, she is easy to confuse her with another guy named Tyrant in terms of her aura, but in fact the gap between them is very large.

Although both seem to be very combative guys, there is a decisive difference in appearance, or race, between Xingxiong Yongyi and Flower Tyrant Fengjian Youxiang.

Those are horns and shackles.

The blonde with red eyes has a sharp red horn on her forehead, and there are many shackles on her limbs. There is only one race in Gensokyo that can be dressed like this, that is, the ghost family.

The so-called ghosts and those ghosts, undead and other creatures are completely inaccessible here. They are not dead, but real existences.

As a clan with a reputation among monsters, or a clan with a fierce reputation, the ghost clan is characterized by a hearty nature, a preference for wine, a belief in power, and a hatred of Onmyoji.

Of course the last point can be ignored, because there is no Onmyoji in this era.

The ghost tribe has a glorious history, and the tengu society that still survives in the mountain of monsters is actually what the ghost tribe left behind.

In the distant past, the ghost race was a leader-level existence in the monster world. They could use a race that was weaker than them at will. Tengu was once a subordinate of the ghost race.

Not only in the past, but now, once ghosts are mentioned, both humans and monsters will still feel afraid of them.

Although people often classify ghosts and monsters into the same category when discussing, this is actually a bit inaccurate. The classification of ghosts is a separate race, which is not exactly the same as monsters. The most obvious feature is-

They cannot be retired.

Yes, the method to cure ghosts has long been lost, so even the current Hakuri maidens can only cure monsters. For ghosts?At most, it's a fight and let go, or sometimes it's quite strenuous.

This is true of even the Hakuli maiden, so don't expect other people to have a way to deal with the ghost race.

However, it is gratifying that since the ghosts were injured in the war thousands of years ago, they have rarely appeared on the ground, and most of them have moved underground.

It's just that the term "injured" is actually spread from human society, and there is no clue to prove it.

The only thing that can be used as a reference is that in the historical record of the "Jiutun Doji Retirement War" thousands of years ago, the Heian period famous general Yorimitsu used the famous sword Dozi Keyasuna to behead Jutendo, but...

Not long ago, a young girl holding a wine gourd was still having a hangover at Hakurei Shrine... so the legend is not credible!

In summary, the ghost clan is not only powerful and mysterious, but also unable to retreat. If they hadn't moved underground, the monsters and humans on the ground would have headaches every day.

"Well, time is almost up, let's go play with them too, Parucci."

Xingxiong Yongyi holds a huge plate in his hand for holding wine. Even in battle, this plate will not leave her body, so it will give people a very uncomfortable illusion——

After defeating the opponent, it appears that she is despising the opponent, and after being defeated, she seems to be releasing water. This plate is really a very subtle existence...

"Are you so busy? Yongyi."

Parusi tilted her eyes to a war-inspiring ghost. She is not the type that is very willing to fight. Compared to a frontal fight, she prefers to use some provocative methods to make the opponent confused.

"Even if those two guys don't care, they will fend for themselves, which is really jealous."

Parucci was extremely disdainful of being authentic, so that Xiaobai who didn't even know the horror of the old hell would have a good ending for Xiaobai who broke in casually.

"Haha, don't say that."

Xingxiong Yongyi smiled boldly:

"It would be too boring to watch them die in that way. It's rare for people on the ground to come here. What if you don't have a good reception."

"bored."

Knowing that her ghost friend is a fighting freak, Parucci obviously has no plan to stop it, because even if she speaks, she can't stop it:

"You are going to do it yourself. I don't want to waste my energy in unnecessary places."

"Hey, then I'll go, Parucci, you can be jealous."

"You...hey! That's my line!"

Glancing at Xingxiong Yongyi, who had smirked and ran out, Parucci gritted her teeth:

"Tsk, you are really jealous of you, being able to know my character so clearly!"

After muttering to herself for a while, Parucci, who was consciously boring, silently closed her mouth, but suddenly, she raised her head and looked behind the two intruders:

"There are people coming from Jieqiao again? Why are there so many people coming from the ground today? Is it possible to have a banquet? Tsk, it's really jealous!"

The somber-faced Parucci looked at the dark hole, but suddenly smiled slightly:

"But fortunately, I have left behind, so smart I am really jealous!"

...

"Huh? What is this?"

Reimu and Takeya, who were still in the wind cave, finally reached a similar end point. There is an unremarkable bridge here. Although unguarded, the bifurcated road after the bridge troubled them. .

"This should be the boundary bridge connecting the ground and the underground, but... how can I go to the old hell?"

Looking at the two separate roads in front of him, Reimu hesitated whether to try it with his luck.

"Hey, Reimu, look over here."

"Ok?"

Hearing Wu Ye's call, Reimeng walked over strangely:

"what happened?"

"Look at this."

Wu also pointed to something like the street sign in front of him, and the old hell was written in crooked handwriting on the old wooden board, and he pointed to the right.

"Such a ghost place actually has street signs?"

Reimu was taken aback, glanced at it inquisitively, and... instantly smiled:

"Sure enough, my luck is good."

Reimu, who was in a happy mood, walked briskly without thinking about it, and walked over to the road on the right, leaving Wu also with a stomachache behind him: