"Are you sure that guy you mentioned lives in a place like this?"
Mahito looked up at the quiet, peaceful village before him, feeling that Mr. Enemy was going to suffer another setback this time.
Perhaps the other party was another traitor who wanted to fit into human society.
Shanhu chuckled. "You'll understand once you meet Hudi."
This piqued all the Cursed Spirits' curiosity.
At this point, Mr. Enemy's group already had four special grade cursed spirits: Mahito, Saibote, Nana the Snow Woman, and Shanhu. If Hanami hadn't died, there would have been five.
After getting rid of that disobedient little bitch Moqian, Mr. Enemy felt much better, and his recruitment efforts had gone smoothly.
After agreeing to join, Shanhu had even revealed the whereabouts of another special grade cursed spirit.
That was what had brought them here.
They entered the village and headed deeper inside.
Their oddly dressed group actually drew very little attention.
Everyone was either working in the fields or worshipping devoutly in a particular direction.
Only when a magnificent, glittering temple came into view did Mr. Enemy sense the dense aura of a Cursed Spirit inside.
"This guy..."
The confidence on Mr. Enemy's face faded slightly. He could sense the power the other party kept concealed.
Hundreds of villagers knelt on the ground, praying devoutly, paying no attention whatsoever to Mr. Enemy and his group.
Just then, the tightly shut temple doors suddenly opened.
Two young monks emerged and invited Mr. Enemy and his group inside.
Only then did a second expression appear on the others' faces: envy!
Or rather, jealousy. Intense jealousy!
Why weren't they the ones summoned by the deity?
Yet no matter how jealous they were, the doors finally closed, leaving them with endless disappointment.
After entering the temple, Mr. Enemy and his