On a hot summer day, the willow branches on the street seemed to be sick, and the leaves hung with a layer of ash curling on the branches, and the branches hung low. The scorching sun on the sidewalk burned people's faces, and the dog spit out its red tongue and lay listlessly in the shade of the trees.

The bedroom is still cool, the bedroom is open, and the cool wind in the shadow of the eaves blows through the windowsill, making the wind chimes hanging on the curtain jingle and make a crisp sound.

The occasional ringing woke the sleeping girl up.

The unfamiliar hard bed, the unfamiliar smell between the noses, and the unfamiliar ceiling when you open your eyes are all obvious features that remind you that you are not in your own home.

Gradually wake up from the lethargy of sleep.

The girl sat up, the wizard's hat tied in a white bow was on the counter beside her, the wizard's hat covered the brilliant blonde hair, and the familiar feeling calmed her mood.

Recalling the moment of the barrage duel, he actually lost to a rabbit monster, although in Gensokyo, the duel of the barrage should have been won and lost, but I was still a little unwilling in my heart.

He exhaled in frustration and surveyed the surroundings of the room. This room is supposed to be Fujiwara's, and there are not many furnishings in the room, a wooden bed, a pull cabinet, a desk with shelves, and almost no other furniture.

On the shelf on the desk, there is a wooden sword on the top layer, and below are several woodcut knick-knacks, a carved locust tree and a reading child, and a few charcoal pens and white paper on the desk.

Marisa removes the sword from the top and pulls it out of its scabbard.

The sword is about the length of an arm's length, and the style of the sword is double-edged and open, which is very comfortable to hold unlike the single-edged sword of the native Taito.

I remembered that I also used a sword when I was a child, but later I learned magic and exchanged crimson metal with Xianglin, and for the cultivation of magic, I had to pay the same price, and such an equal transaction did not suffer.

Swinging the sword in the air a few times, with a look of nostalgia, the girl put the sword back in its place.

Noticing something on the white paper on the table, the girl picked it up.

The white paper is full of sketches of some dishes and a house in the house, but the simple lines of charcoal outline the general outline. After turning to a dozen pages, all of which were ordinary dishes, Marisa suddenly lost interest.

Putting down the papers, Marisa was about to look at something else, but at the bottom of the papers was a corner with the character Marisa written on it, which caught her attention, which was the English pronunciation of her name, although Marisa was an authentic Oriental magician, but she also learned some Western things from Xianglin.

When I turned the last page of those papers, it turned out to be a sketch of myself!

This scene is when we meet at the restaurant that night, sitting in the corner, under the wizard's hat, looking up with my head up, my eyes shining brightly.

For some reason, Marisa's breathing began to speed up slowly, and she put the paper back in its place, grabbed her black hat, and walked out of the room in a panic.

"Marisa, are you alright?" As soon as he walked out the door, the voice of Noriki Fujiwara rang out, and he was sitting at the counter, holding the yokai illustrated book.

"When, of course. Marisa stammered in reply, her heart pounding, and the strange feeling made her whine softly, and she took the broom and shouted in a panic before leaving.

Fujiwara Ki, who was in front of the counter, watched Marisa's back fade away, shook his head strangely, and still read a book.

Shortly after Marisa leaves, Takeshita arrives, but today he brings a bamboo stick with strange symbols drawn on it.

"This one was found from the statue of the Dao Ancestor God that had collapsed. Sitting at the table, Takeshita shook the bamboo stick in his hand, and the strange pattern on it intrigued Fujiwara.

"Can you show me?"

Takeshita smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly, "This is for you, otherwise I wouldn't be here." ”

How did this tone feel a little weird, Fujiwara Noriki glanced at Takeshita, his hands still wrapped in bandages, and the hat that covered the sun behind his back.

I took the bamboo stick, and when I just got it in the palm of my hand, the bamboo stick suddenly pricked my hand, and Fujiwara Ki hissed and let go, and a thin mark was cut on my finger, although the wound was a little deep, but strangely there was no blood coming out.

Fujiwara didn't notice the bamboo sticks that had fallen on the table, and a thread of blood on the edge was gradually sucked into the text.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to remind you, I felt a little prick when I got it. Takeshita pointed to the cut marks on the bandages on his fingers, and his face looked apologetic.

"Well, I was cheated by you. Fujiwara rubbed his fingers, carefully pinched the end of the bamboo skewer, and took a closer look.

The drawings on it seemed to be patterns, some like words, but they were just random symbols, Fujiwara couldn't guess what this meant, and asked Takeshita, "Do you know the symbols on it?"

"I don't know. Takeshita shook his head, "It seems to be something that is sacrificed to the gods, it should be a god that represents the wilderness, and it is a good thing." ”

"Why don't I understand, what is 'Ara'?" asked Fujiwara.

"It's a gift from the gods.,In a certain situation, the medium for the gods to exert their power.,In short, something good will appear.,Although the statue of the god has been destroyed.,But the Taoist god still exists.。 Takeshita smiled and took back the bamboo stick, "So shall I continue to talk about youkai for a while today?"

"It makes you hang up your interests, but you also change the topic. Fujiwara took the book and recorded what Takeshita said.

"The eyes of the hands?" This time Takeshita's description of the characters was a little vague, and Fujiwara Kiri couldn't draw these things at all according to his description, so Takeshita drew them himself, and a youkai with eyes on his hands quickly appeared on the paper.

"It's also a pleasure to be able to paint like this yourself. Takeshita laughed and threw the bamboo stick in his hand onto the book, just covering the place on his face where his eyes should have been long, "This bamboo stick will be given to you." ”

Standing up, Takeshita put on his hat and went out.

The sound of laughter made Fujiwara Ki feel a little cold inexplicably in this summer, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, he had never heard Takeshita say where he lived, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Fujiwara Noriki picked up the bamboo sticks, and the pile of symbols of unknown meaning was stained with two dark red dots, if it was used to worship the gods, why would there be a bit of an ominous premonition.

Fujiwara Kiki put it in the lead box on the counter, and I'll go and consult with Huiyin-sensei tomorrow.