I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Strangely, this Ukiyo-e style painting of the demon city has no drawing paper or scrolls, as if it was painted directly on the dim forest in front of him.

Dongye Yu was a little curious about what was behind the painting. He walked around the Hishizawa demon city and found that the painting was suspended vertically in the air. It was two-dimensional, and there were normal weeds and bushes in front and behind.

Could it be the kind that opened up a small world?

To be able to open up a small world, you must be at the level of earth immortals.

However, it should not be the work of the Hishizawa water god. I saw him before that he was only at the Jindan realm, a hundred thousand miles away from the earth immortal.

It is estimated that it was created by an older god, but I don’t know if that god still exists now.

Dongye Yu stood at the archway and hesitated for a few seconds, then walked towards the demon city.

When crossing a certain boundary, ripples spread in the void. Dongye Yu clearly sensed that his position had changed, and the surrounding forest scene was distorted and transformed.

In just a moment, Dong Yeyu stood on a bluestone slab. It was a bit deserted here, making the hustle and bustle of the market in the distance look more like a dreamy echo.

Not far ahead was a larger archway, which also had the words "Lingze Monster Market" written on it, and also hung two strings of red lanterns.

The night sky, like a black velvet curtain, became hazy, like an oil painting by a painter. The cold and flickering starlight in the sky was higher and farther. A scarlet moon hung in a corner of the sky, casting a faint blood color on everything in the monster market.

The words accompanying monsters are usually smoky, tyrannical, and bloody, but the monster market in front of him seemed to be the opposite.

The monsters walked on the street meticulously wearing the island country's Wufu. From time to time, monsters entered and exited brothels, wine shops, gambling houses and other places.

The hustle and bustle representing prosperity seemed to have a tendency to continue all night.

A bunch of monsters representing chaos and disorder gathered here, and they actually had the earthly air of the human world, and they learned it quite well.

I think there should be rules in the monster market. At least Dong Yeyu has not seen any powerful monsters changing their original forms and eating other monsters on the street.

I just don't know whether these monsters follow the rules voluntarily or are suppressed by powerful forces.

Dong Yeyu was about to enter the monster market to find his benefactor.

But after walking two steps, he suddenly thought of a problem.

This monster market is no less than a small city. It is not like looking for a needle in a haystack to find someone in it, but it is also quite difficult.

You have to ask other monsters about the whereabouts of the raccoon boy.

It is impossible for others to help you for nothing. There are not so many good monsters outside. They will probably ask for rewards.

But now his Yin spirit is out of his body and he has nothing on him.

Dong Yeyu pondered for a moment and cast his eyes on the monsters who occasionally came and went around him.

Whether it is a human or a monster, they are essentially selfish creatures with private property.

The only difference is that humans are educated and know how to disguise themselves, while most monsters have not been polluted by knowledge and do not know how to disguise themselves, so their nature is usually exposed.

Since everyone has private property, the monster world should also have monster money.

Generally speaking, as long as it is a society with personal property, it cannot do without money, a general equivalent.

Even monsters are no exception, the only difference is that the appearance of money and the trust guarantee agency may be different.

Dong Yeyu thought about it, and his eyes fell on the monsters passing by on the bluestone paved road. He restrained his breath, like a little monster who had just awakened, squatting at the entrance of the monster market archway and watching them quietly.

Most of these monsters just glanced at Dong Yeyu and didn't pay much attention.

But soon, a monster with a single horn and a single eye walked in from outside, carrying a load, with a large wine jar at each end of the load, and a strange wine aroma emanated. Many monsters passing by cast their eyes over.

After seeing Dong Yeyu, he pointed at his friend who was walking with him and laughed.

"A little demon who hasn't learned to transform actually comes to the demon market. Aren't you afraid of being eaten by a big demon?"

The demon with a Buddhist rosary in hand, a shamisen on his back, a huge head, earlobes falling on his shoulders, and green skin like a monk smiled and shook his head.

"I guess he came to watch the fun, but ordinary demons don't have the courage, but he is brave."

"Hey, that little fox, come here for me--"

He smiled and called the fox, and it turned its head in response. The big furry tail behind it, like a feather duster, swayed lightly in the air and quietly split into two, and the momentum that shocked the demon came over.

The one-eyed demon felt like a small mound that he had just watched, which instantly turned into a towering mountain, with its top invisible, reaching into the sky.

Although there was no fishy wind and demonic aura in the breath, it was replaced by a more frightening aura that even faintly resembled Shintoism.

The one-eyed monster's expression suddenly changed, and he swallowed his saliva, swallowing the rest of the sentence.

"You called me?"

Dong Yeyu stood up, walking on four legs, his long, clean white hair fluttering as if weightless, and the two tails behind him swaying slightly with the movement, giving people a sense of leisure and leisure.

"Reply, reply to the king, I, I——"

The one-eyed monster was sweating profusely and wished he could travel through time and space to slap himself, hesitating and not knowing how to quibble.

At the moment, there was only this fox in front of him, how could he quibble?

He subconsciously stepped back, his body trembling slightly, for fear that Dong Yeyu would suddenly open his mouth and eat him.

The monster who looked like a monk next to him stopped twisting his Buddhist beads, looked at his companion helplessly, and bowed: "Namo Amitabha, I am Qingpan, the monk, and I am honored to meet you."

Dongye Yu turned his eyes and looked at Qingpan. He didn't say anything, just looked at him, and the aura of a big monster on him increased instead of decreasing.

This matter cannot be solved by an apology.

Qingpan understood in his heart, and he rummaged in the sleeves of his cassock, and took out a small string of copper coins filled with the smell of incense with some pain, trotted a few steps, knelt down, put the money on the ground, and pushed it in front of Dongye Yu with both hands.

"The horned ghost was blinded by a leaf just now, and did not recognize the divine power of the lord, and was offended. Qingpan is willing to use this string of divine money as an apology. Divine money is precious, and I don't have much. It is not a respect, but I hope you will accept it."

As he said, he looked back at the horned ghost. The horned ghost immediately understood what his friend meant. He carefully put the wine jar on the ground, slid over, touched his body left and right, took out a handful of copper coins, and pushed them over.

"I am blind. I beg the king to forgive me and let me go this time."

Dong Yeyu was silent for a moment, his eyes wandered over the horned ghost who was silent as a cicada, and then looked at Qingpan who lowered his head and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

Feeling that there should be no more money to be squeezed out, he nodded slightly just now as a response.

I was originally fishing for law enforcement. This stupid monster took the bait, so I let him bleed a little, and there was no need to pursue it all the time.

I am a fox with a kind heart, and I am not a monster who will take revenge for every little grudge.

Seeing Dong Yeyu nod, Jiao Gui kowtowed repeatedly as if he had been pardoned.

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