Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The old man was so drunk that he was lying on the ground.

"Hey, hi~"

With a deep sigh, the desperate handsome uncle took a sip of wine and wailed on the prosperous Yoshiwara Flower Street.

As a good man who loves his wife, he has never been to this place of debauchery before.

People come and go on the street, beautiful women look radiant, and men flock to them one after another, selflessly throwing themselves into this gentle place and indulging themselves in pleasure.

This is the Yoshiwara Yukaku, which is recognized as the number one flower and willow place in Japan.

It is said that there are 3,000 prostitutes here, and countless women are trapped here as "caged birds" to make a living by selling smiles.

In the past, Yoshiwara was near Nihonbashi, but after the Meireki fire, the current Yoshiwara moved to the back of Sensoji Temple.

Here, as long as they paid money, the wealthy civilians could enjoy a higher level of enjoyment than the poor and downtrodden samurai nobles.

The so-called gentle land is the tomb of heroes, terrible, terrible, sucking bones and marrow, cutting hearts and minds.

This bright and lovely flower street is really killing people without blood, Makijuro hid in the corner, patted his chest, and sighed to the sky.

"So what is the situation now, what is going on?"

"Xiaozu, I am in Yoshiwara Flower Street now, where are you!?"

Since meeting Rengoku Tsunejuro a few days ago, we agreed to go to the flower street in Yoshiwara Yukaku area to fight evil spirits in half a month.

Xiaozu waved his sleeves and immersed himself in the information left by the successive flame pillars, and then disappeared without saying a word.

Poor me, I worked so hard to prepare, and swept away my past decadent appearance. I not only shaved my beard and trimmed my hair, but also controlled my drinking and diet to restore my physical strength.

On the agreed day, I didn't care about anything else. I left a note for Kyojuro and the others and rushed here excitedly.

As a result, I strolled here for a day in vain, and my body was marinated with the fragrance of women coming and going on the street. Now there was a drizzle in the air.

I didn't even see the shadow of Xiaozu, let alone the breath of ghosts. Makijuro doubted his life alone at the corner of the street, and reached out to touch the wine gourd on his waist.

"Gu, Gugu."

Suddenly, there was a cry of an owl in the sky.

The dejected Makijuro raised his head alertly.

It looked familiar, as if it was the bird that had always been with Xiaozu.

"Gu, Gugu."

Gugu circled Makijuro, then flapped its wings and flew north.

Makijuro immediately perked up, exerted his hands, pushed aside the slow flow of people and chased on the ground at a high speed, and the comfortable crowd on the street could not help but get agitated.

"Hey, that person is running so fast, what happened that he is in such a hurry."

"Look at the direction he is going, he is going to Kyogokuya, I heard that the oiran Warabihime will appear today."

"Ah! Is it that oiran who is so beautiful that she can make men lose control of their bladders by blowing in their ears? She is really the best in the world, I have wanted to taste her for a long time."

"Humph, what a joke, how could such a thing happen, it's too embarrassing, let's go together, I just want to challenge my weakness."

...

Yoshiwara Flower Street, Kyogokuya, in front of the brightly lit shop, the madam and a group of girls are pulling with the man in black.

The madam spoke with some embarrassment.

"The shop is short-staffed. In order to protect the safety of the courtesans, every guest must be checked before entering. This is the established rule."

Several reception women also chimed in and supported the mama-san.

"Guest, you didn't say a word and just barged in wearing a black cloak. What if you scare the courtesans?"

"This..."

After a pause, Lin Heng took off his cloak helplessly, telling himself that this was a necessary sacrifice for the mission.

"Okay, then I won't wear it. Now you feel relieved. Please let me in."

Take off the cloak, Lin Heng's youthful appearance is revealed, and the atmosphere changes immediately.

The eyes of the madam and several welcoming women are full of suspicion and strangeness.

Hesitant to speak, hesitant to speak...

The passers-by also stared at the boy who was blocked at the door.

He came to appreciate the courtesans before he reached adulthood. Can he afford to play so much at such a young age? Where are the adults at home? They don't know how to manage it.

Lin Heng could only helplessly hold his forehead and smile bitterly.

I knew it would turn out like this. I looked like I was fourteen or fifteen years old. How could a child of this age come to visit the red-light district?

And...

The madam politely said, "Of course guests can come in. Kyogokuya welcomes everyone, but you are obviously not yet an adult.

Do your family know that you are here alone? "

The young lady next to him asked a sharper question, which went straight to the point.

"And do you have enough spending power, the service price of the small shop is still very high."

Lin Heng was sweating profusely because of the question. He had been taking cultural knowledge tutoring recently, and he had fallen behind in sports.

He had not encountered many ghosts, so when it came to money, he really didn't have much on him now.

"Gu, Gugu."

The call of the owl came in time.

Lin Heng's eyes lit up, and the savior came. Sorry, Makijuro.

"Ahem, actually it's like this, my dad wanted to see the oiran, and no one took care of me, so he brought me here. He was afraid that others would see that I was too young and would not let me in, so he asked me to wear a cloak."

The madam and the prostitute looked at each other.

"This..."

Looking at the young ladies with a bit of cuteness, Lin Heng added honestly.

"My dad went to buy some wine just now, so he asked me to come to Kyogokuya by myself first, and by the way, see if the oiran's appearance is real. "

Without waiting for them to ask, Lin Heng pointed outside the house.

"Look, he's here, that's my dad over there."

"Finally here, it took me so long to find him, how's he doing..."

The crowd was split in the middle, and Makijuro, sweating profusely, came out of the crowd, holding a wine gourd and waving happily at Lin Heng.

"Nothing's wrong...right? ?”

The atmosphere seemed a little wrong, and Makijuro put away the bright smile on his face and looked around sharply.

Everyone was whispering, looking at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at garbage. Makijuro shook his head with a chill.

Illusion, it must be an illusion!

What happened here, how could such a situation happen.

Makijuro turned around and wanted to ask Lin Heng for help, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I saw that the always strict Xiaozu was waving at me with a joyful smile on his face, his mouth opening and closing.

"Dad, you are finally here, the sisters here stopped me from going in. "

What is Xiaozu saying? What did he call me just now!?

Dad?

Makijuro seemed to be hallucinating, and his whole body was shaking with fear as if he was struck by lightning.

Oh my God, what kind of magical development is this!

The experienced madam was the first to react, and she would meet such guests from time to time.

"Ahem, sir, you are the guardian of this child, do you want him to accompany you in, does your wife know about this?"

Having no idea what was going on, Makijuro's brain was still a little confused, and he was sorting out his words.

"Well, although the expression is a bit problematic. But it's probably right, but my wife has passed away for a long time. "

The whispers around suddenly became denser, accompanied by the undisguised pointing and spitting of the crowd.

It's over, the situation is serious, it seems that I said the wrong thing just now.

Shinjuro touched his head and gradually came to his senses.

Repressing the contempt in his heart, the madam remained calm and entertained him warmly.

"Can the guest show his financial strength? It costs a lot to see the oiran in this house."

"Uh, okay."

Makijuro opened his wallet, and the bright gold illuminated everyone's face. The Purgatory family, which has been passed down for so long, is certainly not short of money.

"Hiss, and he is still a dog rich man."

"It's obvious that he is a licentious person..."

"Then, let's go in first."

Makijuro, who had figured it all out, smiled bitterly and dragged Lin Heng to go in. This little ancestor really knew how to cause trouble for himself.

"Hey. Wait. "

The woman behind him took the wine gourd from Makijuro's hand and threw it hard on the counter.

"Kyogokuya's store has a small profit margin, so we do not accept wine brought by customers. Wait until the customers come out after admiring the oiran."

"Okay, okay."

Lin Heng was pushed into the store with a smile, and Makijuro's head was full of black lines. What is going on?

The women behind him cursed softly.

"Pfft, scumbag..."

"Hey, be careful that the customers hear you."

"What are you afraid of? You're bringing such a young child with you. I won't even take his umbrella..."