The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

As night fell, Yoshiwara became lively.

No matter how quiet the corridor was, one could still hear the flirting between prostitutes and customers coming from other places.

Tanjiro carefully came to Fanji's door and knocked gently: "Excuse me, I'm Tanjiro who's here to bring dinner to Fanji."

"Please come in." A slightly cold female voice came from inside the door.

The door was slowly opened, the room was brightly lit, and a thin figure was sitting in front of the dressing table. It should be Shan Ji.

She looked to be about the same age as Tanjiro, with healthy fair skin, delicate features, and narrow eyes with red eye corners.

Fanhime tilted her head slightly and glanced at Tanjiro, just as the prostitute said, with the same look as if she was looking at a dog.

But that was probably because of her temperament, as her tone of voice was quite normal: "Thank you, just leave it there."

Instead of relaxing, Tanjiro tensed up even more.

Because he smelled a terrible smell, it was the scent coming from Fan Ji - the smell of blood that could not be completely washed away.

Her aura is dangerous and deadly.

Tanjiro was a little confused. She didn't smell like a ghost, so why did she smell so horrible and bloody? It was like she had just participated in a massacre.

Is it a human? Or a ghost? Should I kill him?

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Fan Ji dropped the comb in her hand and stared at Tanjiro.

Her aura became dangerous, and although she didn't show it, her movements changed into positions that would facilitate attack.

Tanjiro was sure that if he acted rashly, she would never let him leave the room tonight.

"No, no more." Tanjiro put down his dinner and prepared to leave first and find another opportunity to come over later.

He held his breath and stepped back, watching her every move carefully.

"Izuna, send him out."

What? Is there someone else in the room? Tanjiro sniffed carefully, behind him!!!

He turned around immediately and subconsciously put his hands on his waist. Oh no, he didn’t have any weapon!

Standing by the door was a black-haired boy. He opened the door and started to shoo people away: "Please."

It looks like a human.

Tanjiro did not completely relax. He still couldn't be completely sure whether Fanhime was a ghost or not. If someone appeared here, the situation would become very dangerous.

Seeing Tanjiro standing in the room and refusing to move, Izuna was a little impatient. He narrowed his eyes, pointed outside the door, and emphasized again: "Please!"

How long will this weird guy dressed as a woman stay in the woman's room? Is he a pervert?

Tanjiro suddenly realized the key point. Wait, this boy looks a bit like Fanhime. Maybe they are siblings?

If that's the case, we can retreat temporarily.

Tanjiro retracted his gaze, lowered his head and bowed: "Sorry, I will leave immediately."

After driving Tanjiro away, Izuna returned to Madara's side.

Madara continued to struggle with his hair. For the first time, he felt that frizzy hair was a characteristic that was so difficult to change.

"Tsk." Madara gave up.

If Haruka hadn't told them there was a cannibal hiding here and asked them to help find it, Madara wouldn't be sitting here like this.

Izuna reported the situation: "Still no movement."

He had just walked around other brothels a few times and didn't find any trace of ghosts, but he did hear about many prostitutes escaping.

"Brother, where is Haruka?" Izuna asked while smoothing Madara's hair.

Qinghe should be here putting makeup on her brother now, where is she?

"She was halfway through putting on her makeup when she asked me if I wanted to eat takoyaki, and then she went out to the street."

Ban pushed open the window and pointed down: "Look, there it is."

Izuna took a look at the dinner that was delivered to her and instantly understood.

In order to maintain the figure of the prostitutes, the food looks simple and not filling at all.

Izuna looked at the roadside stalls, turned back and said to Madara: "I'm going to buy oden."

"Okay." If he didn't have something to do later, Ban also wanted to go to the street to eat.

Because the proprietress of Tokidoya wanted to train Madara to be an oiran, she arranged many courses for him to learn tea art and zither skills.

Every day, Ban has to put on makeup and disguise himself before going to class.

After Izuna left, Madara had to continue combing his hair by himself.

Mingming Qinghe made his makeup look so easy, so why was it so difficult for him to do it himself?

Bancai pressed the hair on this side down, and the other side stood up again.

"..." Madara suddenly realized that something was wrong.

So, why does he have to sit here like this?

Why on earth did he make things so difficult for himself? Huh? ? ?

It's not like he really wants to stay here and be an oiran, so it's okay for him to use illusion and transformation techniques to deal with outsiders, right?

Madara asked himself again and again, but couldn't think of a reason that could convince himself.

In the end, he could only come to one conclusion: Qinghe had played him a trick again.

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On the street, Haruka had just packed some takoyaki for Madara when Izuna came over.

"No movement." Izuna briefly explained the situation to Qinghe.

Qinghe didn't seem to be in a hurry at all: "Oh, it will be there soon."

She saw Tanjiro at Tokidoya, and thought that the Demon Slayer Corps must be in place.

More and more prostitutes were being kidnapped by demons, and they were all young, beautiful, and famous. Madara had been very popular recently, and it was only a matter of a day or two that he was targeted by demons.

According to the instructions from the last search, the one lurking here should be an upper-rank demon.

According to the analysis, she should be a prostitute, and a very picky eater, after all, she only catches good-looking people.

I work at night and also find time to go out for dinner. My life is quite fulfilling.

"It would be nice if I could use the transformation technique." Izuna felt sorry for Madara who dressed up as a woman and had to put on makeup and mess with his hair every day.

Hearing what Izuna said, Haruka looked puzzled: "Sure."

She didn't say it couldn't be used, she thought they just didn't like it.

Anyway, those ghosts are hard to see through, so just use the transformation technique if you want.

Izuna was stunned: "Huh?"

Haruka opened her own portion of takoyaki and ate one first.

It tasted good, she shared with Izunai: "It tastes good, Izunai, have one."

"Can it be used? Then... why do you want brother to change clothes?" Izuna would not let her change the subject so easily.

Qinghe didn't think anything was wrong at all. She was very calm: "Because it's interesting."

Because she wanted to see it, because it was nice to watch, and because Madara himself agreed to it.

She didn't force him, did she?

She just said that she wanted to ask them to help investigate the cannibal ghost together. It was Madara who agreed to dress as a woman, and they didn't ask her whether she had to dress as a woman.

"Hey, Izuna finds it interesting too, right?" Haruka asked back.

She just didn't believe it. It was only today that Izunai noticed something was wrong. Usually when she was putting makeup on Madara, Izunai was very excited.

Izuna coughed lightly, and he looked away: "Yes, just a little."

Qinghe smiled knowingly and stretched out her right hand towards Izuna: Keep it a secret and don't expose anyone.

Izuna held her hand tacitly: Keep it a secret, and no one is allowed to regret it.

In this way, the two people reached a secret consensus.

Amid the noisy voices, there was an almost inaudible sound of footsteps, like the sound of cloth rubbing against the seams.

Haru and Izumina looked at each other and said, look, the ghost is here.

"You go evacuate the crowd, and my brother and I will deal with it?" Izunai wanted to know if the demons in the other world would be more difficult to deal with than the Thousand Hands.

Haruka was not worried that Madara and Izuna would lose, so he agreed to Izuna's arrangement: "That's fine, you guys take your time."

"Be careful." After saying that, Izuna followed the sound of footsteps and soon disappeared on the roof.

Qinghe who stayed where he was looked at the bustling crowd with a confused look in his eyes. It was a big project, where should he start?

She sensed that the ghost was not on the main street, so she decided to start from the main street with the heaviest flow of people.

They should ask her to clear the battlefield.