Beichuan Si was indeed very curious.
If suppressing the Yellow Springs was the mission of the Mouchi family, then they should have exhausted all means to deceive Beichuan Si and Shen Gu Mirai into going to the Yellow Springs, yet why was Mouchi Mashi eager for them to leave Kagoshima Prefecture?
The puzzles were truly multiplying.
"..." Mouchi Mashi.
Indeed... The young man in front reacted swiftly, instantly detecting the unnatural part of her words.
Thinking about this, Mouchi Mashi hesitated no more, pulling down the sleeves of her kimono.
Her snow-white, tender arm was thus displayed before Beichuan Si.
But Beichuan Si had no interest in admiring her arm... for his gaze had already been drawn to the crimson mark on her wrist.
Rather than calling it a totem... it was more of an imprint.
This imprint was irregularly tattooed around her wrist, like flowing red lines that outlined a ghostly image, appearing human yet distinct from humanity upon closer examination.
