This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Logically speaking, a resentful spirit of Hida's level should not have much wisdom preserved.

It will only act according to its own instinct.

In other words, forcibly breaking into Hida's house from the outside, and then coming to Hida Mana, were all its own instinctive actions.

Hida Shin held the remaining spirit body of Hida Ann tightly, maintaining it with his own ability and no longer dissipating.

But this has no effect.

Hida Ann's spirit body has been consumed by the death Qi and the things she set up, and it is an inevitable result to dissipate.

In this situation, Hida Shina raised his head and looked at Beichuan Temple.

"Big Brother, does heaven really exist in this world?"

Beichuan Temple shook his head in silence, and a hard voice came out: "I don't know."

He really didn't know whether heaven existed in this world.

Rather than giving Hida Ma an unrealistic fantasy, it would be better to give her an ambiguous answer.

do not know.

In other words, it may exist.

It may also not exist.

After hearing Beichuanji's answer, Hida Mana shook his head in a daze.

"Jana has always wanted to bring in the living father after he died, so that the family can continue to live. But I can't forgive my father who did those things to me and my mother."

"To many, many people, I did too much."

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry"

As she spoke, the sound of a broken mirror came from everywhere.

Click, click, click

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, cracks appeared in Hida Shina's pale body. It's like a mirror broken by someone.

A trace of deep black and purple resentment oozes from the crack.

She even dissipated the spirit body on its own.

Hida Man embraced Hida Ann tightly, and said in a low voice, "Dad and mom will always be together in the future."

The white soul light rises.

In this pale world where there is no sunshine all day long, a ray of light broke through.

The apartment room scenes are transformed into lines, circles, dots, various shapes, and disappear.

Those spirit bodies who have been imprisoned in the apartment in the mirror bloomed one after another.

Shining wrapped Hida Shina and Hida An.

In the dim brilliance, Beichuan Temple seemed to see

In the middle is the little figure of Hida Shin.

On the left is Hida Ann holding her small palm.

On the right is Hida Kyoko holding her palm.

This family is slowly walking away

Beichuan Temple is crystal clear and exudes magnificent lights.

This is the soul lamp.

Record the soul flame of a person's life.

In the soul fire, Beichuan Temple seemed to be able to see Hida's voice and face.

Whether she left with a smile in the last time, Beichuan Temple is not sure, and he will not think about it.

No matter which choice Hida Mana made, Kitagawa Temple would not change his mind.

He will still use Kendai to super-successfully save Hida Shina.

Because the other party was a resentful spirit, the resentful spirit killed more than a dozen people.

Even if the relief scene between father and daughter is very touching, Beichuan Temple will not choose to let Hida Mana go.

Kitagawa Temple stretched out his hand to hold Hida Shina's soul fire.

‘System prompt: You have found the soul fire. ’

Because Hida really dissipated the spirit body on its own, the system did not prompt to recover the wraith spirit.

But because of this, Beichuan Temple also received a more precious soul fire.

His current skill points are 12.5 points, and he can use soul fire and points to light up a deadly small branch again.

Beichuan Temple looked at the vast skill tree.

His mind moved, and a lifeless one was displayed in front of him.

Erosion, manipulation, bursting, shaping

These words that have not been seen for a long time make Beichuan Temple feel a little nostalgic.

But what to strengthen has already been decided.

Beichuan Temple raised his palm and clicked on the item of shaping.

‘System prompt: Do you want to open the ‘Dead Sculpting’ skill branch? ’

Of course the choice is.

The small icon of the dead spirit shaping skill was lit, and Beichuan Temple subconsciously stretched out its empty palm.

Sen Leng's death aura gathered in his hand like a living thing.

It turned into a sledgehammer, then a dagger, a military spike, and an explosion-proof shield.

More importantly

Beichuan Temple's eyes condensed, and his hands pressed on the ground.

The thread of lifelessness spread along the ground.

Then, at a distance of about five meters from Beichuan Temple, countless deadly black thorn pillars pierced from the smooth ground.

The sharp thorns that glowed with cold light made people unable to doubt their sharpness.

Under the control of Beichuan Temple, the dead spirit turned into a chain from a long distance.

"Not bad." Beichuan Temple looked at the chain of death energy for nearly three minutes even if he stopped inputting the death energy, and nodded.

In this way, not only can his attack methods be diversified, but he can also use the deadly attack method according to local conditions.

After being shaped, the dead spirit can become soft, it can become tough, and in the same way, it can become sharp.

"It's time to leave here."

Beichuan Temple would not know when Nishikujo, who had slipped out of his neckline, picked it up from the ground, put on his backpack, and walked out.

Hida Shina’s spiritual realm has long since collapsed, and Beichuan Temple is now in the Hemu Apartment in the real world.

The Hida family in the real world still remains dilapidated, unchanged.

Therefore, of course no one knows what kind of story happened here.

Beichuan Temple looked out the window and found that the sky had already shed light at some point.

Unknowingly it's already dawn

The following day, Beichuan Temple formally resigned.

"What?! Are you leaving?! Kitagawa-kun?" Akashino Yona, who was dealing with the relief society affairs, stood up and asked in an unbelievable tone.

"Well, the Hida family's affair has been resolved, and I have no reason to stay here." Beichuan Temple replied flatly.

He came here only for the Hida family's affairs, and now that the matter has all been resolved, of course he has to leave.

""Akisasa Yona.

Akashino Yuna didn't know what to say, let alone how to get to Kitagawa Temple.

Do you use Kitagawa Mijinkai?

It's unrealistic to think about it.

It seems that Beichuan Temple does not like the feeling of being worshipped and praised by others, so using Beichuan Oshinkai to persuade Beichuan Temple may be counterproductive.

So what is the reason?

Akashino Yuna thought hard.

At this time, Beichuan Temple's indifferent voice came: "No matter what you say, Miss Qiu Xiao, I will go back. There are still people in the house waiting for me to go back."

It's been another week for him to go out. Although the school director has already said that he has given the green light for himself, Beichuan Temple still wants to go home as soon as possible.

Not to mention that the job of a high school student is to study, the most important thing is that Beichuan Temple does not want the tragedy of Hida Shina to happen to him.

Even if his sister is a salted egg, Nakajima Mihana is also a salted egg. But what can be avoided still needs to be avoided.

"That's it." Akashino Yona scratched his head, and sighed after a while, "Since this is the case, then I have nothing to say, Kitagawa-kun. I still want to thank you for taking care of me."

Speaking, Akashino Yona bowed to Kitagawa Temple.

If there is no Beichuan Temple, I really don't know what Hengshan gods and people would do to themselves.

Although she didn't know that the culprit was Beichuan Temple.

"If you really want to thank me, then delete all the content about me in the lesson plan." Kitagawa-dera took a deep look at Akashino Yona.

Looking straight ahead, Akashino Yuna clutched his head embarrassedly.

It seems that his little actions still haven't concealed this person.

Beichuan Temple shook his head secretly, but did not hold on to this topic when he was leaving.

"Then I'll leave." Beichuan Temple picked up the backpack, checked the contents a little, and found that there was nothing missing, so he left without nostalgia.

Seeing Kitagawa Temple's back left, Akashino Yuna sat in front of the computer again, and after a burst of crackling operations, Akashino Yuna opened an online fan club page.

Seeing the rapid increase in the number of fans above, Yona Akashino smiled happily.

This is the Kitagawa Mijin fan club she founded.

Beichuan Mijin Support Association.

She is the number one support fan inside.

Due to the recent increase in publicity, the Beichuan Royal God Society is also steadily expanding.

Among them, female fans have the largest increase in numbers.

After all, many female believers have seen the appearance of Beichuan Temple wearing hunting clothes, and that cold and unapproachable expression hit their strike zone. Therefore, the Beichuan Misami Support Club and fan clubs also came into being.

Looking carefully, there are at least one thousand people in every support club.

"The next step is to go to the Tokyo Development Branch." Akisino Yona muttered to herself, watching the increasing number of people.

After all, Kitagawa Temple is in Tokyo, and it should be easier to bring Kitagawa Shinto to Tokyo than in Gunma Prefecture.

Since the decision has been made

Akashino Yuna took out the newly customized Kitagawa Oshinkai brochure from the bottom of the table.

Then she called some people

The Beichuan Mijinhui matter has nothing to do with him.

Beichuan Temple was sitting on the seat of the tourist bus, and this thought flashed through my mind.

Anyway, the image of the Kitagawa Oshin has been established. As long as Akashino Yona does not deliberately touch the minefields, the Kitagawa Oshinkai should continue to develop.

That being the case, there is nothing to do next.

It doesn't matter that he leaves directly.

After all, from Beichuan Temple's point of view, believing in a person like him who doesn't mean much is basically something that some social idlers do.

Believe in Beichuan, get eternal life?

In the past few days, Beichuan Temple often heard such rumors in the Beichuan Imperial God Society.

He doesn't have that kind of ability.

Besides, Yona Akashino can't even develop the Kitagawa Oshinkai from Gunma Prefecture to Tokyo, right?

The situation in Tokyo is much more complicated than in Gunma Prefecture. It is still very difficult to come over and develop a dojo or branch.

At least Beichuan Temple thinks so.

Thinking about it this way, Beichuan Temple's mood is undoubtedly a lot lighter and happy.

The most urgent thing is to go back quickly.

Beichuan Temple thought so and closed his eyes.

After about two and a half hours, Beichuan Temple got off the bus, and then it took another half an hour to drive to Bunkyo District.

Since a week has passed, there is no need to go to class at Beichuan Temple today, just go home.

But what Beichuan Temple didn't know was that various rumors about him skipping classes had spread in Jingbei recently.

What? The Devil of Beichuan who has skipped class for four weeks and three weeks. "Or, "The chairman dare not speak up to the Great Demon of Beichuan until now, and it is suspected that the life of his family is threatened by the Great Demon of Beichuan" and so on.

But even if Beichuan Temple knew it would not make any comment on it.

He didn't care about the rumors of a group of high school students.

The most important thing now is

Beichuan Temple looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Today is Saturday and Sunday. Kitagawa Eri should have gone to Chiba Hotaru to learn painting, but Kitagawa Temple saw her lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone unknowingly, humming and singing while playing with her mobile phone. He kept tapping and seemed to be in a good mood.

She was wearing headphones, so she didn't hear the door opening of Beichuan Temple, she just concentrated on playing with her mobile phone.

Regarding this, Beichuan Temple just took out the pitiful Nishikujo out and threw it on her face.

Poor Nishikujo certainly understood the meaning of Kitagawa Temple.

Her limbs stuck to Beichuan Eri’s face, and then

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Beichuan Eri screamed in horror, waving her hands continuously in the air, and her hair became messy.

She put her palm on Poor Niikujo, trying to tear him off.

But not only could she not tear off the pitiful Nishikujo, her face was also aching to be pulled by herself.

Finally, after seeing clearly what was lying on her face, Beichuan Eri gave up.

she knows.

The man is back.

Beichuan Temple walked to Beichuan Eri, took the pitiful Nishikujo from her face, and asked, "Eri, why don't you go to Ms. Hotaru's class today?"

He spent a lot of time on Chiba Yinger, after all, the other party may be the only way to lead his salted fish sister out of the current sea of ​​suffering.

When the time comes, Beichuan Eri will go to other art universities and will be able to put a Chiba Hotaru apprentice on his resume.

Not to mention a great painter, being a costume designer is enough for her to eat.

I can't really let Beichuan Temple raise her in the future, right?

Although it is not impossible, Beichuan Temple still looks forward to becoming a phoenix.

Who wants his sister to be so salty?

"Brother Wusi pity her" Beichuan Eri wanted to make a small report, but when she saw the pitiful Nishikujo standing on the table, she swallowed, and then replied: "Ms. Chiba took Mihua to the hospital today. I checked it. It seems that I have found a more suitable bone marrow source, so I have a holiday today."

More suitable for bone marrow?

This is a good thing.

As long as Nakajima's operation is successful, coupled with his death-qi treatment afterwards, it should be able to prevent the subsequent rejection of the bone marrow.

Beichuan Temple's mood changed slightly. He sat on the other side of the sofa and asked, "How was your test score some time ago?"

"" Beichuan Eli.

hiss

Why is it that Brother Si came back as if the parents had come back?

Beichuan Eri couldn't help but muttered something in her heart.