Trafford's Trading Club

From the words of the samurai and monks who chased him down, Windchaser had some knowledge of this weird place. What piqued him was that some memories of the dog demon beast body’s original master would occasionally emerge.

As a semi-demon beast, he was not only excluded by his kins, but the humans were also hostile to him. He had been wandering outside without any friends, who gradually developed a loner character.

“This Inuyasha…” Windchaser muttered to himself, looking at the snow-white hair that he had never owned, “It’s similar to me.”

Windchaser felt that the reason he became what he was now might be because of this similar experience.

After hearing from these samurai that this place was near Mountain Famen, some of the information received while watching the movie became apparent at the same time.

It was just that when Windchaser was watching the movie, he almost always paid attention to Zixing. He didn’t pay much attention to what the movie was showing. He vaguely remembered that Unripe Rice Village seemed to be a place at the beginning of the movie. Unlike Mo Xiaofei, who had read the plot from the Internet first, he naturally knew nothing about the movie content.

“Inuyasha seems to be planning to go to Unripe Rice Village?” Windchaser lay on the branch of an ancient tree, with his legs folded and his head resting on his hands. He looked at the blue sky and the white clouds, slowly emptying his thoughts.

He found that in this state, more Inuyasha’s memories would emerge.

After thinking about it, Windchaser took out a book from his arms. He opened it up and looked at the content. There were a bunch of words on it that he couldn’t understand. Afterward, he directly let the book cover his face and drifted into sleep.

“Wait! I need to find Zixing!” Windchaser jumped off the old tree and then stuffed the book into his clothes.

He didn’t know the origin of this book; it was with him when he took over Inuyasha’s body. It should be something important or something. It wouldn’t be an extra weight in any way.

Since I even took note of Unripe Rice Village, even if I didn’t pay much attention, Zixing probably took note of the name too. Anyway, it’s nearby. I might as well go and take a look.

He was not bothered with his current appearance as a semi-demon beast. In the city of the original world, having a demon beast turning into a human appearance was common on the street.

There was a tea shack along the path. Windchaser noticed the fragrance of food. He immediately recalled that he had not eaten for a long time. Hunger struck him. Windchaser hurried forward and looked at the fat owner’s wife, “Is there anything to eat?”

While teaching the group of warriors and monks who chased him a lesson, he also gained some money from them. He remembered that Zixing disliked him stealing stuff, so he paid generously.

Unexpectedly, when the fat owner’s wife saw the guy with white hair and bare feet suddenly jumped out in front of her, her body stiffened. She screamed in horror, “Demon beast!”

“Wait…”

“Don’t eat me… don’t eat me…”

Windchaser noticed that the owner’s wife and the customers at the tea shack were now hiding in horror, each holding their heads and cowering in the corners. Windchaser stretched out his hand, trying to say something. In the end, he just sighed.

He shook his head as if he didn’t see the panic of these humans. He sat on the bench in front of the tea shack with a grin, reaching out to the stack of Dangos in different colors on the cabinet and ate them.

While eating, Windchaser couldn’t help but think of something interesting. When he was young, he pulled many pranks by showing his demon beast features in front of humans. At that time, quite a few humans yelled.

At that time, he just felt funny and had a revengeful pleasure. Later, after he settled down in the city where the True Dragon of Divine Land garrisoned, he stopped it. After all, Master Long prohibited it.

It appeared that his previous world didn’t know the existence of demon beasts anymore. It was unlike this movie world with demon beasts’ legends and even deities’ stories permeated in the society. Windchaser even heard of deities descending to the world.

The demon beast was able to wander around.

Windchaser said to himself, “If one day… We can also walk on the street openly without disguising, doing the same things with humans, going to the amusement park, watching movies together, eating dinner, stop disguising our identity, go to school, and go to work together. What will it be like?”

After eating a plate of Dangos, he was a bit full. Windchaser shook his head mockingly. I’m afraid that even True Dragon of Divine Land can’t do those things, let alone a little demon beast like me.

He stood up like this, then put down some coins on the bench. He threw his gaze at the humans who were still curled up in horror. He felt that his ideas were unrealistic.

After all, not everyone was like Brother Xiaofei. Even if he knows I’m a demon beast, he tries his best to save me…

“I put the money here. I promised others not to dine and dash. Besides, I don’t eat humans! Owner’s wife, your food tastes good!”

After a long time, the customers in the tea shack came out nervously. The white-haired demon beast in the red robe had long gone.

The owner’s wife looked at the bag of coins placed on the bench and picked it up in disbelief, “The demon beast that doesn’t eat people. He even paid for the meals. Is there such a demon beast?”

But thinking of the demon beast’s legend, cases of demon beast eating humans appeared everywhere. The owner’s wife was still startled. Could there be such a demon beast?

If that’s the case, is it still a demon beast?

The owner’s wife broke into a cold sweat. He felt that the money in the bag was ominous. For fear of being cursed by evil, she threw the bag into the stove until the bag was completely burnt. Then, her heart was slightly relaxed.

She even felt that it was not safe enough. She was planning to visit a nearby shrine and find a monk to perform an exorcism ceremony.

…

Takeko’s household was the most typical small village family. In the wooden house, Mo Xiaofei, who was not used to kneeling, sat directly on the floor and ate the food prepared by the family.

“Sir Samurai, you gave us gold coins. We have to at least serve white rice for you. It’s a pity that our village’s harvest this year is quite poor.”

The person who said this was Takeko’s father, Kizhirou, with a look of fear.

These people are quite in awe of the samurai. This is probably a kind of culture, right?

Mo Xiaofei didn’t mind that much. While eating the crude food, he muttered, “Where is the shrine where the witch you mentioned just now situated?”

“It’s on that mountain near the mountainside.” Kizhirou quickly opened the window, propped it up with a wooden staff, and pointed to a mountain in front of him.

“En… Mr. Kizhirou, can I stay here tonight?” Mo Xiaofei thought for a while before asking directly.

Kizhirou looked at his wife and daughter with a troubled look. He finally gritted his teeth and nodded, tremblingly, “Sure, Sir Samurai. I will let Takeko prepare it for you.”

When the girl heard that, her body trembled slightly. She lowered her head and did not dare to say anything. Mo Xiaofei thought about the witch and the shrine. His brain was occupied with the plots. Naturally, he didn’t pay much attention to the family’s strange behavior.