This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

It took Beichuan Temple about half an hour to re-enter the Asamiya's house and come out from the Asamiya's house.

As Asamiya Yongse said, the Asamiya family in the hidden world is full of grievances, and Beichuan Temple will encounter one or two if you take two steps.

But fortunately, the strength of these grievances is not high, and the Kanesada in Beichuan Temple's hands can often be eliminated with one pick and one touch.

"What happened back then, so many people in the Asamiya family all died."

Kitagawa Temple retracted Kanesada, which was shining with dim silver light, and looked back at the Asamiya family behind him.

All the investigations that should be done in the Asamiya family have been done, and it is time to go to the Kamizu Mountain to find the traces of the Kamizu Shrine.

Most of the shrines in Japan have access roads, and a place similar to the Shinto Shrine, which is extremely lofty in the hearts of the villagers, should also have access roads.

"But too much time has passed, I don't know if the path is still well preserved..."

Beichuan Temple shook his head.

Ordinary mountain trails will be covered with tenacious weeds and thorns as long as no one walks them for a year, but now nine years have passed, and Beichuan Temple has no hope of finding the Shinto Shrine soon.

"Sandao? That kind of thing doesn't exist in the Shinto Shrine." Asamiya Eiji's voice suddenly sounded from behind, but she couldn't be seen.

The reason why Asamiya Eiji does not materialize is because materialization is too energy-intensive. Now that her soul body has just been divided and damaged, she can't afford too much consumption.

But Beichuan Temple didn't care about this. Compared with this, he wanted to find out what Asamiya Eiji said just now.

"There is no worship at the shrine?"

"Well, in order to prevent people from the village from intruding into the shrine, the shrine has only two roads up the mountain, one is the main road used for the ceremony, and the other is a winding path between the mountains. The ghosts of misfortune lured people into the hidden world, so no one cleaned it up for many years."

"After all, the Shenzhu family doesn't need the offerings of the villagers at all, so there is no need for any worship. As I have said before, the Magong branch will receive a considerable amount of money every year to maintain the Shenzhujia and Ma. The operation of the Miyamoto family."

"The Patriarch Zongfang has close ties with politicians in Daolu City..."

She didn't continue talking after she said this.

But from what Asamiya Eiji said, Beichuan Temple can probably understand something.

The reason why there are so few records about Shenzhu Village from the outside world may be that the contemporary Magong Patriarch greeted some relevant departments of Daolu City.

It is a good thing not only for the villagers of Shenzhu, but also for Shimaji City that Shenzhu Shrine is here to suppress Futsu.

In this way, it can also explain why there were only a few searches on the Internet after the mudslides. As expected, part of the reason was due to the island road city.

but...

Beichuan Temple walked step by step in the village of God.

As mentioned earlier, he basically didn't see any signs of mudslides in Shenzhu Village.

Since there was no mudslide attack, why were all the villagers in the god station wiped out?

"What's the reason for this?"

Beichuan Temple looked at Shenzhu Mountain behind him.

The remote and deep mountains are surrounded by clouds and mists, and the dark and dark mountains are shrouded in blue.

From the perspective of Beichuan Temple, the entire mountain seemed to be pressing down on him. The impending oppression and heavy pressure seemed to be pulling Beichuan Temple into the mountain.

The God of Misfortune lives in the mountain where the god resides.

Only when the soul-attracting flower blooms can it be suppressed.

 …

Beichuan Temple first went to Shenzhuchuan outside the village to fill up the kettle, checked the flashlight again, and set foot on the road to the mountain after finding that there was no major problem.

As Eiji Asamiya said, there are two roads to go up Mount Shenzhu.

The other is what she said is the path up the mountain, where it is rumored that there are ghosts of misfortune.

At dusk, the ghost of misfortune will go down from here to catch the naughty children who are still playing.

Following the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less, Beichuan Temple of course chose the road.

According to Asamiya Eiji's instructions, he walked for about 20 minutes before arriving at the entrance she mentioned.

only--

"Is this the mountain entrance you mentioned?" Beichuan Temple frowned.

The road conditions in front of me can be described as appalling.

It seems to have experienced landslides and huge mudslides here, and the so-called uphill road has long been buried by mudslides and landslides.

Looking at it like this, there is no way to enter the mountain here.

"Eh? But here... there used to be a big road!" Asamiya Eiji watched this scene in astonishment, apparently not expecting this to happen.

Beichuan Temple did not spend time blaming Asamiya Eiji.

He couldn't help tugging at the temple hair on his forehead, feeling a little puzzled in his heart.

Have there been other mudslides in Shenzhu village long ago?

Besides, this is still the road up the mountain... Logically speaking, even if there is a mudslide, someone will clean it up, or open another road up the mountain.

Wait a minute--

"Mudslide?"

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed, and an incredible deduction jumped out of his heart.

Under Asamiya's eyes of perplexity and surprise, Beichuan Temple found a flat stone and planed the weed-grown mud.

"Temple Monarch...?"

Beichuan Temple raised his head and said without moving his hands and feet: "Be quiet."

Well--

Hearing this, Asamiya Eiji hurriedly covered his mouth, blinking his big eyes at Beichuan Temple's strange movements.

Beichuan Temple kept digging down the soil layer and digging down.

He repeated this seemingly pointless gesture for about fifteen minutes—

Click.

There was a strange noise in the soil layer.

Beichuan Temple was refreshed, and directly dug up this piece of soil, revealing what had been hidden under the soil for nine years.

It was an irregular human skull.

The flesh and blood have been stripped away, leaving only bone-white remains.

Beichuan Temple dug up the whole layer of soil.

A corpse emerges in the soil layer.

He lay quietly in the earth pit excavated by Beichuan Temple, his figure distorted.

There was a big hole in the skull, and the bones of the body's limbs were twisted abnormally.

It seems that the deceased was swept into the mudslide before he was alive, and then he was hit on the head by the flying boulder.

"This should be the villagers of Shenzhu Village." Beichuan Temple stood up, his eyes flickering.

"...This is... from the village..." Asamiya Yongshi appeared in a dazed manner.

Although the fabric of the clothes has been degraded a lot, the familiar style can still be seen.

This is indeed a villager in the village of God.

"To be precise...Under the place we are standing, there are countless villagers buried in the village of gods."

"This is the truth about the fact that Shenzhu Village was wiped out by mudslides."

Beichuan Temple let out a heavy breath, his eyes sparkling with brilliance.

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