This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple found what he wanted in the third small room.

To be precise, it was a note hidden under the pile of papers.

This note is exactly the same as the note found in the dining room of Beichuan Temple, even the handwriting is not much different.

'Why should I review it? I didn't do anything wrong, that guy Makie is a bastard, and even his parents don't know who it is. '

‘Sitting on the cushion all day and not knowing who to talk to, you are a weird person! There are no children to play with her, this kind of guy is not worthy of the name of God! '

‘Why is the Patriarch so eccentric? Am I his daughter? '

Beichuan Temple looked down at the light.

There is no name below.

"...This brat." Beichuan Temple couldn't help frowning.

This is simply pretending to be smart! This little guy wrote down "the head's daughter" on the paper, but he "pretended to be smart" and didn't sign at the last place.

What's the difference between this and stealing the bell?

And it's swearing to talk.

If this guy was Beichuan Eri, Beichuan Temple would have tamed her into submission by raising his hand, and she would not dare to say a word.

Naturally, Beichuan Temple couldn't see this kind of brat.

Beichuan Temple bent down and walked out of the low confinement room.

He also went in to see the last confinement room, but the review above was just a child who accidentally kicked the witch's clothes into the pond of the shrine, and there was no information he needed at all.

After leaving the confinement room, Beichuan Temple returned to the intersection just now.

On the left is a tattered dark blue cloth strip hanging down, I don't know where it is after that.

The right side looks like a large open space, just like a large corridor, but it is not clear from Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple chose to go left.

After all, the investigation on the right seems to take some time.

Besides, the time is not quite right now.

Beichuan Temple turned off the phone alarm clock.

It's already six o'clock in the afternoon.

In a little while it will be night.

Although the presence of gods in Rina and Asaoka Shi allows him to investigate at night, he still cannot take it lightly.

Eiji Asamiya once said that night is the time when the hidden world comes.

Even the little Asamiya's house would become extremely dangerous, let alone the Kamizu Shrine in the spiritual realm of Kamizu Mountain.

"How many kinds of ghosts and ghosts will you see?"

Beichuan Temple's eyes shone with brilliance, and he muttered to himself in a cold voice.

He has never been a man who is afraid of challenges, and now this just right sense of crisis makes it easier for him to concentrate and calm down.

In good shape.

For him now, as long as he doesn't run into the knife maiden, there is absolutely no problem in sweeping up the shrine.

Kitagawa Temple carried Kanesada and groped to the left.

He raised his hand and lifted the blackened rag, and looked into it.

In front of you is a messy bookshelf.

A hacked bookshelf fell on its side, just blocking the way.

It's as if someone is blocking something.

and--

An indescribable rotten smell emanated from the room blocked by bookshelves.

Beichuan Temple frowned.

As soon as he moved—

Dang rang...dang rang...dang rang...

The sound of torture knives colliding came from far and near behind.

Knife witch? !

This is too coincidental, right?

Clang--

The sound of torture knives stopped.

Right behind the curtain!

Beichuan Temple tensed up all over.

Even with the status bonus of God in Rina, he will definitely not be able to beat the knife maiden.

If you want to escape, you have to make careful calculations to barely succeed.

Beichuan Temple frowned tightly, and its black pupils were fixed on the worn cloth strips.

His steps moved back.

Clang--

The sound of death--

Suddenly it exploded from behind!

The other party has been behind him! ! !

When did you touch your back?

Kitagawa Temple turned around, turned around in the air, and Kanesada in his hand wanted to resist the knife maiden's attack.

but--

"Afterimage?"

Looking at the figure of the Knife Priestess who appeared behind him at some unknown time, Beichuan Temple relaxed his tense body slightly.

It turned out that it was just an afterimage of the knife maiden.

Opposite the afterimage of the Knife Priestess is the Patriarch with a heavy and sad face.

He was wearing a black priest hunting suit, and there was a hint of madness in his heavy and sad face.

"Failed...really failed...Sacred Flower Welcome Ceremony..."

He muttered to himself, looking at the figure of the knife maiden also full of despair.

The head of the god stationed clearly knew that the bookshelf couldn't stop the knife maiden's pace at all.

In front of the knife maiden, a person like him can only be like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, completely powerless.

Rumble! ! !

The rain is pouring down! The blood-colored lightning illuminated the pale face of the Patriarch of God.

Trembling, he took out the things in his arms.

Beichuan Temple saw it clearly.

It was a translucent enchanting flower that looked like glistening white snow.

It's just that the white flowers haven't fully bloomed, and most of them are still in the state of flower buds.

"Only when the soul-inducing flower blooms can we suppress the disaster..."

He looked crazy, and when the knife witch was about to approach, he took out the short knife, inserted it vertically into his stomach, and then pulled it horizontally to the other side!

Pooh! ! !

The head of the god stationed in the house slowly muttered:

"Shenhua welcomes...Shenhua... welcomes."

The blood oozing from his belly spread out, staining the white flowers red.

But the white flower didn't bloom because of his blood.

The head of the Shenzhu Patriarch just wanted to pull out a self-deprecating smile, but——

Pooh! ! ! !

The Knife Priestess grabbed his head with both hands, and pulled it upwards vigorously!

A person's head Jiang Ran was pulled out by a knife witch like a beer cap!

The head of the head of the divine residence opened his eyes wide, and rolled down to the feet of Beichuan Temple with an expression full of unwillingness.

Beichuan Temple could see the deep regret on his face and the unwillingness like a curse.

So far, all afterimages are over.

But Beichuan Temple suddenly raised his hand, and stabbed at the back!

In the air behind his head, there is a short black knife lingering with strong resentment.

"Does God reside in the Patriarch's resentful spirit?"

That rotten smell, like the stench engraved on the floor, should be the stench produced after the death of the god-resident Patriarch.

The strong unwillingness turned him into a resentful spirit.

The resentful spirit of the head of the god resides in a tattered hunting suit with wounds all over his body. It seems that he is still being abused by the knife maiden after death.

When Kitagawaji stepped on it, Kanesada fluttered between his fingers like a butterfly wearing a flower.

The sharp silver light cut open its bonded head like mercury pouring down the ground!

The head of the Godly Patriarch flew out again.

It's not that the terrifying appearance represents combat effectiveness.

Beichuan Temple took Kanesada into his hands, and walked directly inside without looking at the head of the god's residence who was spreading resentment.

The head of the divine residence would come to this room even before he died, so there must be something strange in it.