The shrine maiden, or miko, said something in Japanese. Of course, we didn’t understand. She spoke again. This time, she spoke in rough Chinese. “What are you doing here? Why did you trespass here?” 

“Oh, you can speak Chinese?” I was amazed. 

“I’ve read ancient Chinese books, so I’ve learned the grammar a bit.” 

Although this miko could speak Chinese, her grammar was indeed weird. She raised her broomstick again and boldly said, “Answer me!” 

“We are after a little fox spirit. She stole our passports. If you don’t believe me, you can ask him.” I pointed at Chuyi. 

The miko skeptically assessed us. “You’re after a little fox? You’re lying!” 

“Then why would we invade this place...