"You're back safely!" The door opened, and Shirasui Izao's aged face appeared in front of Zhibei. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info his words are flat and hoarse, but he does not hide his simple care and joy.

"Ahh Moe and I are back! Zhibei couldn't help but smile and replied gently. Izzo's face was full of ugly folds, but when those ugliness were piled up together and smiled, it made Zhibei's heart warm when he saw it. The smile was so relieved, so gentle, it swept away the fear and worry of life and death before Zhibei,

"Just be safe! Just be in peace! Then Lord Santa Bodhi is also safe, right? Izo sighed happily and asked in an affirmative tone.

"Ahh Of course he's fine! It is better to say that the holy bodhisattva monk will soon turn the monster into a monster and return everyone to a peaceful village. Zhibei replied calmly that although it is different from the ancient times (much worse), the people in these villages still retain undisguised kindness and "excessive" concern.

However, this is exactly what Zhibei likes, so whether it is for the sake of that child or this village, he has to solve this task as soon as possible - of course, for himself to live safely.

"That's great!" Izo made no secret of his joy, he turned to the side with a slight tremble, stretched out his hand and asked, "Please come in!" My lord, we have prepared your bed and hope you have a wonderful night out in the White Country! ”

Zhibei shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Izzo, I may not be able to stay in your house tonight, and I'm very sorry for the hard work of preparing your bed." However, I really can't sleep looking at this ruin, even if it is under the starlight, it is still sad and distressing! ”

"This ...... What do you mean? Izo's expression was a little stunned, obviously, he didn't understand what Zhibei meant.

"I need to help the monk transform this youkai, so I'm going to find out who is controlling the youkai. Mr. Izzo, don't panic just yet, and don't let this enlarge the insecurity in your heart and let the devil of unbelief wreak havoc on it. Zhibei said seriously and gently, on the way here, he thought of a way to find someone, "I want to ask you now, do you have a child named Sawano Le in your family?" ”

Jing Zao glanced at Zhibei complicatedly, and replied with some sorrow: "No, my wife and I don't even have children!" Although Zhibei let him settle down, but suddenly hearing such news, how could Jing Zaoyou not be in a trance?

"That's good! Mr. Izzo, don't worry, and don't doubt yourself because of my inquiry. Believe me, the monk and I will solve this matter perfectly! Zhibei noticed Izzo's uneasiness, so he asked sincerely, "Do you believe me?" ”

“…… Of course I believe in adults. Izo hesitated for a moment and said.

"Isn't that right? If you believe me, I will believe your answer! Now, Mr. Izzo, could you please tell me that there is a family surnamed Nozawa in this village? Zhibei asked.

"Yes! And there is only one. Izocho exhaled and said seriously, he had calmed down, "That's a former Shinto priest in our village. He lived in the northeast corner of the village, near the cave, and he used to take care of a god for the gods, but now that Buddhism is flourishing, the sacrificial gods in the village have long since moved, and he is naturally no longer a priest. Sir, are you doubting him? ”

"Hmm!" Zhibei nodded, then shook his head again and said, "It's not a suspicion. ”

"Ahh If that's true, it's unbelievable! But, my lord, could you be mistaken? "I'm not suspicious of adults, I just want to say that anyone can make mistakes!" My lord. Be sure to investigate. ”

"Was that priest once very beloved by the villagers?" Zhibei asked guessingly.

"Ahh He was a very good man, very kind, he ate and lived simply, but he was willing to use the money to help the poor, even if he met people in ragged clothes, he would talk to them very equally and respectfully, and once upon a time, everyone loved him very much. But since the wars of religion, he has encountered inextricable suffering and blows, and his whole person has changed. I'm not saying he's gone bad, he's just become very withdrawn, living alone in the house in that northeast corner, not talking to people much, not going out much. Everyone took pity on him and was very considerate of him. As he spoke, he suddenly sighed and sighed, "Anyway, my lord, he is a very miserable man, and he has no children, I ask you to find solid evidence and punish him!" ”

"I see. Mr. Izzo, even if it weren't for you, I would have done this! Also, I don't believe that a good person can easily become a demon......" Zhibei said.

"Hmmm! My lord, old man, I wish you all the best. Izo said earnestly.

"Thank you! However, Mr. Izzo, I still want to say, please don't call me Lord anymore, just call me Zhibei. ”

――――The dividing line to Nozawa's house――――――――

According to Izo's instructions, Zhibei found the door of Nozawa's house, and let Meng use [Predicting the Future] to hide in the elf computer, and Zhibei knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

One, two, three...... And no one responded.

Just as Zhibei was about to yell, a low and impatient roar came from the door, "Who! It's annoying! Do you want to die so late? Zhibei easily judged that the patience and temper of the people in the house were not very good.

Then, Zhibei heard heavy and rapid footsteps, it seemed that he was too eager, and Zhibei heard the sound of a heavy object being hit and landed, "Knock, knock, bang!" I also heard the man's angry scolding, "Grass! What bad luck! These damn !! ”

"Bang dang!" With the violent sound of the door opening, an old man appeared in front of Zhibei.

The door opened, and it was so dark that it didn't seem to shine a trace of starlight. The old man stood in the darkness behind the glimmer, looking particularly eerie. Zhibei couldn't see his appearance clearly, but looking at the outline, he could still find that he was thin.

The old man's rickety body resembled a clump of young shrimp, wrapped in skin that clinged to his body. He seemed to be in a fit of rage, and in a hoarse voice, he shouted without hesitation: "You little devil! You guy! Do you know it's night? You bastard! Why are you knocking on Lao Tzu's door!! Yes!!!! Don't you have to sleep? Think about it with your pig's head! Damn the guys! Do you want to kill me? ”

The old man slapped the door panel hard, and his thin body burst out with tremendous force, like an angry old cow, showing his fury to Zhibei.

"Calm down, please! Dear Mr. Priest! Zhibei didn't want the man to continue scolding, so he hurriedly took advantage of the gap between him patting the door panel and said.

"What? Calm down! Fuck you calm down, you shit, after waking me up, just a word of calm can calm me down? You just don't want to be scolded by me! Gremlin! Since you don't want to be scolded by me! Then don't do such rude things!! Got it? And, I warn you, don't call me a priest anymore! I'm not a priest! I'm telling you, I'm not a priest for a long time! Give me a good note of your pig's head, got it? Scoundrel!!! The old man seemed relieved after scolding wildly, and he planned to close the door and let the little devil go to hell!

But the door that was about to be closed was held back by one foot, and the man slammed it shut several times, but unfortunately, he was not known for his strength, and all his efforts failed. He almost slapped the door open in a rage, yelling, "Holy!! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Don't you want your feet? Hurry up and return it to Lao Tzu! Go back! What do you want to do? Yes! Yes!!! ”

Zhibei calmly stepped forward, stared at the man's eyes in the shadows, and said resolutely, "I just wanted to ask you, Mr. Nozawa, do you have a daughter named Nozawa?" ”

After the shock, there was a deathly silence!

Zhibei could sense the extraordinary surprise of the man who was lying in the dark, he was shocked, hesitated, feared, hated, and even his breathing became as heavy as after strenuous exercise.

"Ahh I have it! "The stiff sound, like dry air being squeezed out of a blower.

"Then why deceive everyone?" Zhibei has already been able to conclude that there must be something wrong with this "priest".

"Deception? Haha......" The man laughed dryly twice and said, "Because, my daughter is seriously ill......"

"Seriously ill? What kind of serious illness? Zhibei asked.

"Ah...... That's a serious illness that you can't tell anyone!! How about it, do you want to take a look? Would you like to come in and have a look? Come on! Please come in and have a look! The man asked, a little frantically.

"......" Zhibei was silent for a while, he knew that the "divine officer" in front of him had already moved to kill him, but if he didn't enter the tiger's den, how could he get the tiger? Since the other party has invited, there is no reason why Zhibei should not be. After all, in Zhibei's [Affirmative Eye], this priest is just a twenty-fifth level guy, and it is not an insurmountable gap.

"Of course you have to go in!" Zhibei agreed.

"Hey, hey! So, please come in! Guest. The man seemed to smile strangely in the dark. But this did not frighten Zhibei, and he walked into the dark door without hesitation.

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut.

"Mr. 'Priest'!" At this time, Zhibei suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong? Guest. The man replied.

"It's so dark here, I should be able to light the lights!" Without waiting for a response, Zhibei snapped his fingers without hesitation, and with the emerging stone slab, the orange flame burned steadily in front of Zhibei, illuminating the inside of the room.

"You !!" The man shouted a little reluctantly, but he quickly held back, and as he moved forward, he tried to calm down and said, "It's okay, it's okay to light the lamp." Please come with me, and I will take you to the little girl's room. ”

"Okay!" Zhibei followed the man to the end of the aisle, and there was a door on the right-hand side. The man's daughter should have been inside, and he was not timid, Zhibei was already mentally prepared, and he opened the door at the man's signal.

And then......

The flames shook violently without accident, and in the shaking tongue of fire, the scene in the room was reflected.

A little girl of seven or eight years old was hung in the middle of the house.

She was undressed, covered in blood and scars.

The brutal wound pained everyone who saw it, but she just stared blankly ahead with her scarlet eyes open.

In the face of this extraordinary abuse, she neither screamed, nor struggled, nor did she have any other expression.

But she was crying.

She's crying! There were bloody tears on her face.

Like a never-ending river of sorrow,

The same never-ending tears of blood.

(I'm curious to know why people have no compassion but no courage?) Hawkers! Sure enough, people in the second phase of secondary school are just going to think wildly! Ladies and gentlemen! As always, ask for favorites, ask for recommendations, ask for reviews. ）