Trafford's Trading Club

Dazhe said calmly, “If I commit this slash, you will die…”

Zhan Lu was wielded. The sword was full of energy. The crimson demon who was still roaring broke into pieces in an instant. Even the giant stick made of an unknown material was cut into more than a dozen segments.

“Am I too overboard?” Dazhe approached and looked at the demon’s corpse. There was no panic, but only blood, which Dazhe had seen many times before.

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!

There was a loud impact. The entire Isle of Demon seemed to be shaken. A streamer hit directly into a mountain on the Isle of Demon and plunged directly into it!

When Dazhe coughed and swept away the dust around with his palm, he felt as if countless eyes were on him. He couldn’t help but look up.

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!“

“Kill him!”

“Stew him!”

“If I commit the slash, you will die. Zhan Lu, can we stop saying this every time?”

The sword light was unhindered.

…

“Why if you don’t do it with a man?” Mo Xiaofei paused, “Without that, you would die?”

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.

“It would be fine if it’s just like this.” Takeko said sadly, “But the terrible thing about this curse is that the same masculine energy can only last a woman for one month. When the next month comes, another different male energy is needed.”

“I…” Mo Xiaofei’s eyes widened suddenly.

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 swallowed his saliva, and the air suddenly became quiet. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry. I will do what I can to save your life, but I really can’t help you with this kind of thing. Besides, why do you choose someone outside the village like me?”

Takeko gritted her teeth and said, “Sir Kojiro, we can’t go out of Unripe Rice Village. Once we leave, we will die. Even if women outside the village want to go out looking for men to have sex, they can’t do it. So foreign men are important. Sir Kojiro, please save Takeko and the other women in the village. There are already several women with their deadlines approaching. Without male’s energy, they will… So as long as Sir Kojiro is willing, you can at least allow us to live an extra month.”

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!

But now…

Wait… Mo Xiaofei suddenly remembered that there was a muse waiting for him outside. He couldn’t help but have a wild idea. The witch couldn’t deal with the curse, but there should be no problem if the muse would be taking care of it.

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!”

Takeko was pleasantly surprised, “Sir Kojiro, are you a demon-slaying samurai?”

“That’s it.” Mo Xiaofei nodded.

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.”

Mo Xiaofei frowned and asked abruptly, “You leaked the news? You want to catch me here and leave my corpse in this place?”

His voice was low with a trace of anger. The body’s original master had an extraordinary grandeur. Kizhirou knew that he was wronged, so he knelt in horror and said, “Sir Kojiro, I’m sorry, I can’t help it! If Master Nagato knows that I keep you in private, I…”

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.