This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple finally gave up collecting fire.

At least not now.

the reason is simple.

It is recorded in the document of the instrument of fire that the fire cannot be extinguished.

This sentence was repeatedly emphasized three times on the note, and even a fool could smell the unusual smell in it.

If the garrison fire is taken, the suppressed misfortune suddenly erupts, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?

As long as the task this time is over, Beichuan Temple can still come back and take Zhuhuo into his pocket. He doesn't have to take such a big risk for something that must be his own.

Beichuan Temple calmly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, searched around but found nothing, and exited the side hall where the fire was stored.

Looking from the side of the long bridge, there are no other rooms around here except the room where the fire is stored.

But if you look in the direction of the main hall of the shrine from here, you can see the buildings spreading backwards.

This entire shrine is like a water palace like Itsukushima Shrine.

That should be the scene behind the other two wooden doors that he didn't investigate.

After figuring this out, Beichuan Temple returned to the main hall of the shrine and walked towards the second wooden door on the left.

After spending some effort to open it, the familiar long bridge sewage scene appeared in front of Beichuan Temple.

Not far in front of him is a standard shrine building, but it is much smaller than the storage hall where the fire was stationed just now.

Without saying a word, Beichuan Temple walked forward and opened the door first.

The vermilion-white walls with black marks, the crimson pillars, and the creaking wooden boards.

This room looks like a room where shrine maidens usually hold rituals, and it is filled with musical instruments such as shakuhachi and taiko drums.

Next to another gate in the room, a Kagura bell wrapped with a red knot is enshrined on a huge wall.

The red knotted rope is so strangely red that it makes people feel shuddering.

Candlesticks are placed on both sides of the wall, and the candle flames are flickering slightly.

The whole room was unexpectedly clean. If the walls were not damaged and blackened everywhere, Beichuan Temple would have thought this was an ordinary shrine room.

Beichuan Temple glanced around with a flashlight, and finally his eyes stayed on the Kagura bell enshrining the main seat.

There is black resentment emanating from it.

There are many Kagura bells in this room, but only this one is specially enshrined in this place.

Kitagawa Temple stretched out his hand to Kagura Bell.

At that moment, it seemed that some kind of memory flowed into his mind.

Beichuan Temple stood in an unfamiliar scene.

This scene is a certain underground palace, the ceiling is not high, giving people a sense of depression. In the center of the underground palace, there is a long blood-stained table. people.

Under his body, the blood had been solidified for a long time, and the mosquitoes just lingered around his bluish-white skin.

By the looks of it, the young man had been dead for a long time.

At this time, there was a crisp sound of unlocking the lock in the quiet underground palace.

A woman dressed in a red and white shrine maiden costume and holding a Kagura bell opened the door and ran in quickly.

The witch has long hair and a soft face.

But this softness turned into panic and sadness when he saw the young man lying on the long table who had lost his voice.

She tightly covered her mouth, and tears rolled down from her eyes.

But even so, she still didn't dare to make a sound.

It seems that as long as there is a big movement, someone will know.

The witch threw herself on the young man, and the smell of the dead body passed through the sackcloth, but she held on to the young man's sleeve tightly, refusing to let go.

She was so painful and sobbing softly.

After a while, the miserable witch murmured softly:

"Shenzhu Mountain is the closest place to Huangquan."

"Death is also another kind of existence."

"Wait for me, Zhi."

Beichuan Temple stood quietly behind her, watching her next move.

I saw the witch tremblingly took out a dagger from her bosom.

Looking at the smooth blade, and at the young man dying on the table, the priestess stopped trembling. She put down the Kagura bell reverently, and placed the short knife on the smooth neck as if performing some kind of ritual.

Wrist hard!

The entire edge of the blade is submerged in the neck, and more than half of it is cut.

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The blood poured out in huge streams in an instant.

The maiden's white palm dragged the dagger and hung down weakly. She was half lying on the table, her mouth moved.

"Ah-ah-ho...ho..."

But the broken vocal cords were not enough to support her to speak.

The blood stained the shrine maiden's robe, the Kagura bell, and the knot that symbolized purity were also stained red.

From the perspective of Beichuan Temple, the wide-eyed eyes of the dead witch were staring at him without blinking.

stared at him deeply.

As soon as Beichuan Temple lost his temper, he pulled back his consciousness from the memory.

He looked thoughtfully at the Kagura bell in his hand.

That should be the memory of the priestess before she died.

All the strong resentment resides on this Kagura bell, so that anyone who touches it will be drawn into that illusion.

Beichuan Temple subconsciously swept towards the altar wall again.

There is also a wooden box with coquettish flowers on it under the Kagura bell.

Beichuan Temple took the wooden box and opened it.

Inside is a document wrapped with a string.

'The wedding ceremony, the legend about the Kagura bell. '

'A young man who passed the wedding ceremony fell in love with a shrine maiden who resides in the house. '

'In order to maintain the blood of the family, the young man was captured and brought into the underground palace and killed, but the priestesses who reside in the family all have a certain ability of inspiration. '

'The resident priestess found out about this matter through her inspiration ability. During an important ceremony, she secretly obtained the key to the underground palace while everyone was away, and then committed suicide in the underground palace with a short knife. '

'When we arrived, there were only Kagura Ling, who was stained red with blood, and the eyes of the priestess looking at the family members. '

'The few people who found the corpse soon died of mental insanity for various reasons. It is said that as long as they touch this Kagura bell, they will be tempted by the witch and commit suicide in the same way. '

'Therefore, it was placed in the ritual vessel room to be enshrined and sealed to purify the maiden, and at the same time, no maiden was allowed to touch it. '

"The Legend of Kagura Bell."

Beichuan Temple held the Kagura bell and muttered to himself.

No wonder the knot of this kagura bell is so bright red.

How can it not have such a suffocating aesthetic feeling when it is dyed red with human blood?

Just as Beichuan Temple was thinking, the Kagura bell in his hand suddenly jingled and hurriedly rang!

This is a very strange thing.

Because Beichuan Temple didn't shake the Kagura bell at all!

With a movement of Beichuan Temple's hand, after imbuing the Kagura bell with a layer of death energy, he threw it behind him.

With a bang, the Kagura bell just hit the woman in a jet-black priestess robe holding a dagger.

This woman unexpectedly stood behind Beichuan Temple at some point.