Gensokyo is a place with many taboos. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this sparsely populated settlement, Sui Na deeply realized this.

It looks like there are many houses, but in fact, 90% of the houses are definitely unoccupied. And the rest of the family is closed. No matter how Sui Na knocked on the door, the people inside would not let him in.

Although he knew that Gensokyo was not only full of fantasies, but also full of dangers and taboos, he didn't know what it was that made the inhabitants of the area so terrified.

Thinking so, there is no time for Jenna to understand the plight of the residents.

He pressed his left hand lightly against the door.

There is no door-breaking violence.

There is no power to open up mountains and seas.

The wooden door was shattered in an instant.

The change was only in an instant.

To the uninformed, such a horrific scene can leave anyone stunned for a while. However, the inhabitants of the house were not shocked. On the contrary, as soon as he stepped into the room, he quickly felt the sound of the wind from the swing of the weapon.

At the same time, the back of the head was slapped with a smack.

His face also made an intimate contact with the oncoming wooden stick.

These two times, it hurts.

Just looking at it from the sidelines hurts.

For some people, pain is a small thing. Such a sudden and unprovoked plot is enough to make anyone suspect that the brains of the inhabitants of this place are broken, and enough to dissipate the good intentions in anyone's heart.

However, after being beaten twice, Anna did not complain.

For he knew that if he had gone to the homes of the other inhabitants in the same way he had just done, he would not have been beaten with just a few sticks.

“…… It's rude. He just lightly patted away the remaining sawdust from his hand, and walked into the room that seemed to be a kitchen; ”

In the stunned eyes of the surrounding residents, a wisp of smoke rose from the hut that had been invaded by outsiders.

Then, there was silence.

There was a long silence.

The owner of the house finally spoke.

"Oops...... "Half-asleep Kumagawa poked his head out of the messy stack of books and rubbed his slightly worried eyes, "I thought it was who, isn't this Yuka-chan?"

"I thought you were dead. Imitating the tone of negative perfection, Kazami Yuka put away the parasol that looked quite plain.

But there was an undisguised killing smile.

"Ahh

"I'm glad Yuka-chan is so worried about me."

The overloaded senior's originally awake face immediately burst into a smile.

"Don't worry"

"Good people don't live long, but disasters last for a thousand years"

"Junior-kun once said so."

"So, I'm sure I'm going to live well."

"It's just ......"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the box garden that had been reduced to ruins.

"Seeing this tragic scene, someone will definitely want to kill me afterwards, right?"