After all, death was not death!
Dumpling strongly agreed with Mirai, then said, "There really is a place that sells masks!"
After coming ashore, not far ahead of them stood a cluster of connected buildings. Along the walkway, wealthy people mingled and chatted in a lively bustle.
Mirai was truly surprised this time. He had not even gone inside yet, and there were already so many people. Just how many people were there?
"Mr. Bei Shangguan, the place that sells masks is Building No. 3. There are all kinds of interesting things inside. Since you're here, you might as well take a look," Dumpling said to Mirai. After a pause, he continued, "I'm going to take Mr. Naraku to meet my lord now. My lord is in Room 1222 of Building No. 7. Can you come find us there after you're done looking around?"
"Mm, no problem."
Mirai nodded. He was no fool, so he naturally understood Dumpling's meaning. Dumpling wanted to take Naraku to see his master alone and did not want Mirai, an obvious outsider, to go along. Since that was the case, Mirai simply agreed.
"Here's some money. It isn't much, but it should be enough for you to buy a few little trinkets you like." Naraku took out ten thousand from his clothes and handed it to Mirai, then said to Little Two, "During this time, follow Brother Bei Shangguan and protect him."
"My lord..." Little Two was reluctant, but when he saw Naraku's resolute expression, he could only nod in the end. "Yes!"
As they parted, Dumpling turned back and shouted a warning at Mirai, "Bei Shangguan, please don't cause any trouble. If you do, my master won't let you off!"
For a moment, everyone on the wide walkway looked over.
"Bei Shangguan? What kind