The woman in the shrine maiden costume and Nanaya are old acquaintances, and when she sees the two approaching, she comes out to greet them with a smile.

No one would have thought that there would be a cave in the shrine. A courtyard, a small bridge and flowing water, quiet and mysterious.

Led by a mysterious woman, the two walked through a secluded corridor to a Japanese-style room.

The incense lingers in the Japanese room, mellow and elegant, refreshing people's hearts. When I took a deep breath, it seemed that my restless heart became calm.

The woman smiled and poured tea for the two, and the elegant and skillful movements were very enjoyable, but the thoughts of the two who came this time were not on this.

Sitting on the tatami mat, after a polite greeting, Nanaya told the latest events and dishes.

The woman sitting on the ground in front of her only thought for a moment, and then slowly spoke, "Maybe you have met the Onmara Ghost. ”

Catching a glimpse of the trace's expression, she went on to explain, "This is a kind of resentful spirit that is transformed after the death of a man who had a grudge in his life. ”

"The only way to get rid of the resentment in its heart is to get rid of it."

Traces frowned, he didn't like the feeling of being a little pretended.

Probably the worst is that the seven nights of the morning sun are childcare, and the shrine maiden in front of her is playing tricks to make money. It's just that the strange things he saw told the truth of this qiē over and over again. But he can't rest on his laurels and become fat meat to be slaughtered.

"The look in your eyes told me that you didn't believe me." The shrine maiden hooked the corners of her mouth, and her eyes suddenly curved into a crescent moon.

"You don't have a lot of leverage to be trusted." Jibu sank his gaze and hit a straight ball without being polite.

From his elegant temperament, unfazed attitude, and being able to see through his thoughts at a glance, Keigo Kibe felt that the shrine maiden in front of him was not simple.

Her eyes were as clear as a spring, but as deep as the sea, and at a glance she felt that there must be a little-known story hidden in them.

"That's right," the shrine maiden nodded, as if she had expected it. Then she placed one of the guards on the wooden table, "Then let's try this." ”

Traces gently picked up the omamori.

I have the impression that he once received the imperial guard.,It was given to him by someone else during his national competition.,But the final outcome is still a pity to lose to the Youth Academy.,Missed the semi-finals.。 It has been proved that relying on the sky is not as good as relying on oneself, and luck is also part of strength.

"The rest of the words, wait until they are effective." The witch seemed to anticipate that they would come back, and continued to smile, but it seemed to have a mask of Noh drama, without the slightest warmth of a smile.

If it is said that the seven nights of the morning sun wear a mask of indifference and indifference, but there is still human vitality between the expressions. But the woman in front of her, with a smile and a smile, has a sense of nothingness, seems to be laughing, but there is no sense of joy at all, but it makes people shudder.

"If you have anything to say about Seven Nights, you can also say it together next time." Looking at the seven nights that the other sat was about to speak, the shrine maiden smiled and nodded at her, and then handed her a slightly bulging cloth bag, which was embroidered not with an ordinary pattern, but with a very strange pattern, which at first glance looked a bit like a fan.

Walking out of the temple gate, Jibu was faintly relieved in his heart, but such an idea was instantly spurned by him.

He wasn't scared or in awe, but he was just a little stuffy in his heart, like a ball of cotton, drenched in water, and weighed heavily on his heart. During this period of time, strange things happened one after another, and he didn't even have a good night's sleep, and the whole person was like a straw in the wind, but he still maintained the posture of dominating the world. When he really calmed down, a feeling of tiredness came over his body.

After stepping out of the main hall, Nanaya walked to the side.

Traces watched as she tossed a coin, folded her hands, bowed her head reverently for a few seconds, and then shook the thick hemp rope in front of the temple twice.

The wind chimes on the rope made a crisp sound, echoing through the quiet shrine, and it was piercing.

After doing this series of things, Nanaya turned around and walked towards the trace.

However, when she approached the trace, the first thing she asked made him a little speechless: "Do you have five dollars?" ”

"How can Uncle Ben have that thing?" Tracebe glanced at the girl in front of him a little speechlessly, as if she always asked questions that were diametrically opposed to his values, and didn't feel anything wrong with it at all.

"That's right." Nanaya nodded knowingly.

If you think about it, you know, I heard that the eldest young master of the trace family has never even visited the supermarket, so how can he bring change?

Sometimes she thinks that such a young master who doesn't eat fireworks in the world is missing much of the fun of civilians? But when I think about it, that group of people has a different kind of happiness, and how can others understand it? It's just the joy of knowing fish.

"If you have five dollars in the future, you can deliberately stay." She found the bicycle that had been placed outside the torii gate, with her back to him. Rare small talk.

"Why?" Subconsciously asked, but the moment he exited, he understood the meaning.

The pronunciation of Wuyuan is very similar to that of fate, and it must be considered a lucky item to increase well-being.

"We don't seem to be people of the same world." Qiye said coldly, but there was a slight hint of ridicule in his words.

Even if you don't know how to go to the supermarket or ride a bicycle, you don't even know such conventions.

However, Nanaya didn't know it at this time, and he grew up in England, so he naturally didn't know a lot about Japanese culture.

Jibu snorted coldly, acquiescing to this statement.

They weren't meant to be people of the same world. One is as bright as the sun, and the other is as low-key as a shadow. If it weren't for this adventure, I probably wouldn't have crossed paths in this life.

And when Nanaya got on the bike, Jibe frowned and said to her, "You come down." ”

He was responded to by a big, puzzled face.

Qiye stared at the trace with an unkind face, and at first he was a little puzzled why he showed such a disgusted expression, but the memories were clear in a moment.

She didn't think too much about anything else when she was in an emergency just now, but looking back at this time, she rarely had the urge to laugh in her heart.

Well, she is also the one who has carried the eldest young master of the trace department, or is she using a bicycle, I don't know how many people are surprised to drop their jaws?

It's no wonder that when he saw her walking out of the bicycle, his face was so bad.

But I don't even know the folk customs, does the young master who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world really know how to ride a bicycle?

"Are you questioning Uncle Ben's technique?" Traces raised his voice a little and asked with some dissatisfaction.

Under his understanding, the appearance of the girl in front of him at this time was quite a bit like death.

"Not really." Nanaya shook his head, then obediently got out of the car, held on to the handrail, and made an inviting gesture to him.

Sitting on the back seat of the girl's bicycle, the young master of the trace must have collapsed. She felt that even if he walked back on foot, he would not let this unfancy thing happen again. Therefore, in order to let the young master of the trace department break the shame again and ensure her personal safety, she silently chose the former.

As it turned out, Seven Nights' fears were correct.

Just as the two of them were riding less than twenty meters, the crooked track made her sigh. She didn't exclaim, after all, this was a situation that had been expected a long time ago. In the bumps and shaking, she still couldn't sit firmly, but fortunately she reacted in time to support the ground with her hands, otherwise she would have fallen into disgrace and had a tragic end.

Rubbing his broken knees, Nanaya exhaled.

She wasn't caught by the ghosts, but she was defeated on the bicycle of the young master of the trace, which is really ridiculous to say.

"Uncle Ben promises that there will never be a next time!" Carefully helped the girl up, and swore with some chagrin.

Keigo Kibe felt that today must be the least flashy day of his life.

The first is to be carried by a girl after sitting on a bicycle. Although there was a reason for it, it is truly outrageous in retrospect. However, the anger in his chest has nowhere to come out, and he can only hide it silently in the bottom of his heart.

Then the first time I rode a bicycle, I thought that with my excellent sense of balance, there should be no problem, but I still underestimated the difficulty of taking people on a bicycle.

He, who has always been a gentleman, actually threw the girl to the ground!

So sure enough, he and the things that civilians can ride are not in harmony!

Suspiciously got on the back seat of the bicycle, and after riding a distance for a while, Nanaya had to admire the self-learning ability of the Trace Department.

It looks like it's the first time you've ridden a bike, but you're able to carry people around at a steady pace. But fortunately, the road is deserted, and the difficulty is greatly reduced.

She stretched out her arms and felt the light kiss of the wind, like countless elves jumping through the gaps in her hair, dancing at the corners of her clothes and arms, and the cold touch made her eyes squint pleasantly.

It seems like it's been a long, long time since it's been easier.

"If you fall this time, you won't blame Uncle Ben." In the wind, there was a faint voice.

Obviously he didn't look back, but he knew what she was doing, did he have eyes behind him? Qiye silently retracted his hand, a little puzzled.

In the process of returning, I don't know if it was the mysterious witch who gave the omamori a role, and the whole road was unimpeded, and there was no more terrible thing that happened when he was chased by the "ghost" just now.

The wind whipped his cheeks and lifted the hair on his forehead. Maybe the two bad impressions just now were too deep, and even if he was able to ride skillfully, he didn't feel the slightest fun.

So when the driver of the trace family watched his young master slowly approaching him on a bicycle, he finally accepted the "young master experience the fun of the countryside", and his young heart was hit hard.

Kibu stopped not far from his luxury car and handed the bike back to Nanaya.

Just as Nanaya was about to say goodbye to him, Jibu beckoned to her with an unusually tough attitude: "Keep up." ”