My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　Edogawa District, in a dilapidated one-family house, Xia Xilin walked through the dark living room on the first floor with a guarded expression, and walked to the compartment on the second floor.

At this time, she was wearing the shrine's traditional shrine costume, a white top with a red hakama, short white socks on her feet, a pair of wooden clogs, and a pair of black and bright hair combed into a Ji hair style with a tie tied to her. White hair band.

　　 was carrying a simple bow, a box of arrows, and a two-foot-long dagger hanging from his waist.

　　 I won’t say whether this look looks good or not. Compared with casual clothes, it’s definitely inconvenient.

　　 Especially the clogs, it feels awkward to wear it even when walking.

　　 It's just that the witch has been in this costume for thousands of years, and Xia Xilin has no intention of fighting against tradition.

　　 If it is not convenient, it is not convenient. Forbearance will pass.

　　 As she walked around, from time to time, gray arms slowly stretched out from the cracks in the floor and behind the cabinets, and there were repeated black air pouring out from all over the house. After gathering on the ceiling, they followed her like a poisonous snake.

　　 At the moment when he walked up the stairs to the second floor attic, Xia Xilin shuddered and plunged into the ice cellar.

　　 Everything I saw before my eyes, whether it was the floor, railings, or all kinds of dusty furniture, was covered with a layer of black-red resentment that was almost liquid.

　　 Things are not as simple as they seem.

　　 Natsuhirin thought for a while. The woman who came to Asakusa Shrine for help only said that a friend had disappeared in a haunted house. The rest of the information was not disclosed.

　　 At that time, the people up and down the Asakusa Shrine did not think deeply. After all, the murder house in the eyes of ordinary people and the murder house in the eyes of Shinto are completely different things.

　　In the eyes of ordinary people, as long as people have died, it is a haunted house.

　　 More than 20,000 people commit suicide every year in China, and more than half of them die at home and hotels. This does not count as deaths caused by various homicides and accidents.

　　In other words, there are tens of thousands of new haunted houses in China every year.

　　 However, in the definition of Shinto, only a house that has been killed by the monsters stored in the house can be called a haunted house.

　　 Xia Xilin took off the wooden bow, drew out an arrow, raised the bow and pulled the string, carefully observing the surrounding situation, and proceeded cautiously on the porch covered with a thin layer of dust.

　　 A black figure with an invisible shape and a blur is lurking in the door of the attic at the entrance, waiting for the prey to come.

　　Behind Xia Xilin, another black figure appeared, with a fuzzy pale face and big bloodshot eyes staring resentfully at the shrine maiden.

　　 The changes in the magnetic field did not escape Xia Xilin's observation. She held a bow and arrow and turned her head violently: "Who is it!"

　　The black shadow disappeared instantly, turning into the darkness of flowing water, flowing into the cracks of the wooden floor.

　　 And at this moment, a more frightening sound came from the wooden door at the end of the hallway.

"Wow…"

　　 Ruoyouruuowu babies crying.

　　 Xia Xilin felt an extremely ominous and terrifying existence in the house at this moment.

　　 But she didn't stop, holding the bow, walked to the end of the hall, and kicked her foot.

　　 The stale wooden door was torn apart under this foot, and the fragments were scattered on the floor.

　　 This is a messy small room, with various objects scattered on the floor, and a dusty smell comes on us. As the room was dim, the internal situation could not be seen clearly.

　　 The moment she just walked into the house, she heard a sound of "dong dong dong" in her ear, and it was suspected that someone was banging on the outer wall of the house.

　　 Xia Xilin's gaze reflexively fell to the direction of the sound, looking at the light gray wall on the left side of the house, and then slowly turning her head, her gaze followed all the way to the right. The sound was like someone knocking around the attic with their fists from the other side of the wall.

　　 There will be no people outside, there can be no people, this outside is not a room, but nothing but an infinitely extending space.

What would 　　 be?

　　 A picture suddenly appeared before her eyes.

　　 A man in a suit was hung from the ceiling, his bloodshot eyes widened, his face twisted by pain, his open mouth, and his incredibly long tongue hanging down. Long black hair like a snake was wrapped around his neck, and it was tangled in the gap in the ceiling.

　　 There was a little boy with pale skin at the feet of the suit floating in the air. He was shaking the corpse's feet like he was pushing a swing.

　　 While pushing, she shouted: "Dad...Dad..."

　　 Xia Xilin bit the tip of her tongue abruptly, and the pain brought her back to her senses, and then looked intently, there was nothing in front of her.

　　 I have to check it out.

　　 Her **** tongue licked her lips lightly, and she walked over to open the window.

　　 However, there was no one outside the window.

　　 No one was hanging from the roof with a rope, and no one climbed up on the ladder on the outer wall frame. She only saw the vehicles traveling on the night road just over ten meters away.

　　 She rubbed her eyebrows, and her palm covered the wall that kept making noises. Could it be in the wall?

　　 at this moment, 咚咚...咚咚...咚...

　　 The light gray wall that Xia Xilin's palm touched once again vibrated, as if something was about to rush out of it.

　　 She remained motionless, staring at the wall in front of her, and then there was a louder noise from all directions.

　　 "Boom!...Boom...Boom...Boom!"

　　 It is as if countless people are holding hammers and demolishing all corners of the house at the same time.

　　 In such a noisy environment, if there is a faint sound mixed in it, it is difficult to be noticed.

　　 and dangerous, came silently at this moment.

　　 With a "click" under the foot, a small green hand jerked out of the gap in the floor. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Xia Xilin's tight body reacted instantly. She tapped her toes and instantly jumped a step forward, turning her head back, loosening the string, and arrowing out.

　　咻!

　　 Boom

　　 The blue arrow pierced the little green hand directly.

　　 "Mom!"

　　 The little boy's scream sounded, and a stream of black smoke quickly poured in from outside the entrance, wrapped in arrows. After a while, the wooden arrows melted like ice cubes and turned into liquid low.

A little boy wearing only a loincloth, with a pot lid, and a gray and dirty body fell from the ceiling of the second floor to the first floor, and then fell on all fours like an animal, in a very twisted posture, aggressively toward the stairs. Climb in the direction.

　　 Xia Xilin stretched her hand to the arrow box behind her, and just about to take out another arrow, she suddenly felt a chill behind her ears, as if someone was blowing into her ears.

　　 Before she could think about it, she rolled sideways.

　　 Looking back again, it was a female resentful spirit with long hair, a weird body, and a bloodstained face, who appeared where she was just standing.

　　 "Gay coconut!" Xia Xilin was shocked in her heart.

　　As a shrine maiden, it is impossible for her to not understand what Kayako is.

　　 Kayako, who died with an immense resentment, was terrible under the blessing of the resentment after killing dozens of people. No one knows this question.

　　Because everyone who has seen Kayako has died.

　　 without exception.

　　 Gaya Coconut stood in the room, turned his head 90° and looked over, her face like white paper without any expression.

　　'S snow-white long skirt became ragged, revealing a rotten body with feminine characteristics inside.

　　 The black hair that originally covered his face has also turned dark red, revealing half of his bloodshot eyes.