This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The system reward sound did not sound, this is the second time.

Why?

The white hat male vengeful spirit and cook type vengeful spirit just now.

Although it is only at the elementary level, it is not enough to deduct 0.5 skill points.

Beichuan Temple reached out and opened the system page.

The system page can still be opened, and the vast skill tree can also be seen.

It appears that the system is not down.

"That is to say, the system judges that all the wraiths just now are 'afterimages'."

Beichuan Temple muttered to himself, gently pulling down the sideburns that fell on his forehead.

But afterimages should be unable to attack humans.

The white-capped wraith and cook's wraith just now can turn into entities...

Beichuan Temple frowned.

Since these afterimages exist like this, there must be a reason for their existence.

The mystery hidden in this must lie in the Asamiya family.

If you can't figure it out, then there's no need to continue to spend energy on it.

Beichuan Temple got up again and walked out.

This time he decided to explore further to the left.

After leaving the dining room, Beichuan Temple fumbled deep into the corridor on the left with a flashlight.

He walked about five or six meters into it, and his vision suddenly widened.

It turns out that the deepest part on the left is a large staircase corridor, and there is an upward and downward staircase next to it.

Beichuan Temple turned the torch to the left side, and from this side, it can be clearly seen that there is an identical corridor on the right side.

Presumably, you can also go to the room on the right on the second floor from that side.

There are three routes.

But Beichuan Temple did not hesitate, he directly stepped on the stairs on the third floor.

After all, you can see the situation on the second floor from the third floor.

Stepping on the third floor, the whole field of vision becomes much narrower.

On the right is a dilapidated diamond-shaped paper window, with a few big holes in the paper surface, showing the cold light of winter.

Beichuan Temple directly kicked the curtain on the window frame.

With a crisp sound, the window frame fell off.

He casually removed the paper window and poked his head out.

I don't know when it was already afternoon, the sky was already slightly dark, but things could still be seen outside.

Taking advantage of the light, Beichuan Temple carefully observed the past——

The general structure of the entire building comes into view.

This is a huge rectangular mansion building, and an old tree of an unknown species is planted in the courtyard of the Beichuan Temple.

The canopy of the ancient tree is twisted and twisted, like the huge lid of a coffin, vaguely covering the entire Magong family.

Under the ancient trees are filled with Zutapo, on which people's names are written in detail.

"I see."

Beichuan Temple withdrew its gaze, probably having a clue in its mind.

I've been walking around just now, but I don't have a general spatial orientation.

But it's different now.

The general appearance of the mansion has been recorded by Beichuan Temple, and it will be noticed no matter where it goes.

Beichuan Temple turned around——

have a face.

A pale, hideous grimace.

Because they were too close, Beichuan Temple could even clearly see the black liquid oozing from the other party's mouth.

Grimace just wanted to make a move, but the whole face was grabbed by Beichuan Temple's lingering right hand, and it was thrown to the ground!

Boom! ! !

Beichuan Temple smashed a big hole in the wooden floor.

Beichuan Temple pulled his hand out of the hole in the wooden plank without changing his face, and after healed the face of the fist with death energy at will, he walked inward as if nothing had happened, leaving only a big black paint hole on the spot. Paint voids.

 …

There are only two rooms in the innermost part of the third floor. The first room is similar to a book storage room, with five or six bookshelves erected and filled with thread-bound books.

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple rubbed his temples and eyes.

With so much information, aside from most of the unnecessary and useless ones, I don’t know how long it will take to read one by one.

Even Beichuan Temple is a bit of a headache.

Just as he sighed slightly in his heart, and was about to check the bookshelves one by one, Xi Jiutiao jumped up from his arms suddenly, and his whole body was pulled on a bookshelf.

She held onto the bookshelf with both hands, and her two chubby little feet were still bouncing in mid-air.

Seeing this, Beichuan Temple raised his hand to catch the poor man who just couldn't hold on and fell.

At the same time that Poor took it, an old thread-bound book with a light yellow cover also fell out at the same time.

Bei Chuansi reached out and touched Xi Kujo for pity.

He and Poor already had a good understanding, since it was something Poor took down, there must be her intention to take it down.

He spread out the thread-bound book with a light yellow cover.

There were only shallow handwriting written on the title page, and under the reflection of the flashlight, Beichuan Temple could barely see clearly——

‘Soul-suppressing twins, the ritual of soul-inducing. '

‘The ritual of soul introduction is a ritual performed by the abbots of Jinnu and Binu. '

‘After the soul-suppressing twins are born, they need to be rushed to the shrine to perform the soul-inducing ceremony. '

‘Except for the head, smear the whole body with the soul-inducing flower mud, and then wash the whole body with the water of the soul-inducing flower pond. '

'Cover the twins with soul-inducing flower mud to link the souls of the two, and then wipe it with the soul-inducing pool water that communicates with the underworld. '

'After these two rituals, the soul-suppressing twins will live in symbiosis, their inspiration will be dozens of times stronger than ordinary people, and the soul-suppressing twins will also have the ability to see through life and death. '

'It is rumored that if the soul-suppressing twins who have undergone the soul-inducing ceremony have excellent inspiration, they can even vaguely see what will happen in the future. '

'This is the ritual of soul induction. '

"Enhance inspiration... In this world, there are indeed special ways to suppress spirituality and weirdness."

Beichuan Temple looked bright.

The same should be true of emotion and reason.

There are not many supernatural beings in this world, but there are definitely not few. Human beings have passed down since ancient times, and there must be some rituals to suppress or seal supernatural beings.

This Soul Induction Ceremony is just one of them, there may be other ceremonies in other places.

Beichuan Temple flipped through the book with a light yellow cover in his hand, and found that it contained some details of the ritual of soul attraction.

As to when the ceremony takes place, how long it takes place, and the etiquette of dressing—

Beichuan Temple put down the book when it saw these complicated etiquettes.

After all, he only needs to know a general idea about these clue rituals, so that he can deduce later.

"Thanks to the poor."

Beichuan Temple touched Xi Kujo's poor head and let out a sigh of relief.

It was thanks to Xi Kujo that this book could be found among so many literature and classics, and of course he wanted to praise this little guy.

Beichuan Temple used the death energy and looked carefully with wide-eyed eyes, so that he could barely see the traces of resentment overflowing from the pages of the book.

It's just that Beichuan Temple is a living person, and it is understandable that Xi Kujo, whose inspiration is not a spiritual body, is pitiful.

Just as he was about to stuff the book into his backpack, Poor scratched his palm, and after drawing his attention, he stretched out his chubby hand and pointed to the deepest bookshelf.

"besides?"

Beichuan Temple was taken aback, without much hesitation, bypassed the three bookshelves in front, and walked inward.

In the depths of the bookstore, there is a small desk, and above the desk, there is a pen and paper candlestick.

It was as if someone had read a book here before.

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