Keiko Shiratori smiled happily when she thought of the interesting place.

She said: "I was like this when I was a child, my father asked me to learn what kind of spiritual arts, I didn't like to learn it, so he changed the names of the spells in the family heirloom book, and they all became fighting and killing, and Ai-chan turned it out from me, and it was this one that was changed." ”

Xia Yan nodded, and things were as he expected.

It turns out that it's not that Shiratori Ai has the stunt to turn the talisman into a counter-effect, but that the talisman was originally used like that.

Anyway, because his daughter didn't like it, he secretly changed the name of the spell, and this father-in-law is also a wonderful person.

It's a pity that I can't see it.

Natsuhiko asked Keiko again, "Do you still have a talisman?"

"There's one more." Keiko Shiratori took her phone out of her pocket and peeled off the case, revealing the talisman hidden inside.

She was afraid that the charm would get wet, so she put it in her phone case.

"You use this talisman, shoot me again" Xia Yan needs to test the threat of this talisman.

Natsuhiko was more concerned about the danger of the talisman than about the pleasure of it.

Keiko Shiratori added the talisman between her fingers and placed her palm on Natsuhiko's head.

"Gradually exert yourself," Natsuhiko said.

Keiko Shiratori slowly exerted force, and when Natsuhiko felt that his head was about to be pressed, the force was loosened, and Keiko Shiratori's hand passed through his head.

He reached out and touched Keiko Shiratori's fingers.

It's pretty slippery.

Putting away the ripples in his heart, Xia Yan turned to business.

He could also touch Keiko Shiratori's hand, so the palm passed through him not because the talisman was useless.

Rather, it is because the power that the talisman can exert on the ghost is limited, beyond this range, it will pass through the ghost.

This strength is not large, and it can barely push Xia Yan's level.

The talisman poses no threat to ghosts.

Xia Yan launched the void again, and his body changed from opaque to translucent.

"Yanjun?" Keiko Shiratori can't see Natsuhiko anymore.

Xia Yan patted her shoulder and touched her hand again.

He felt empty, and it seemed that in the case of virtual body, the talisman was useless.

Returning to his original entity, Xia Yan was relieved.

You can boldly use the talisman for pleasure.

"How much can I do in a day?" Xia Yan couldn't wait to ask Keiko.

"You need to perform a ritual, and it's like a three-hour one." Keiko Shiratori took the opportunity to ask, "Does Hiko-kun want it?" As long as you promise to treat me as an elder in the future, I will do it for you. ”

Natsuhiko nodded in agreement as he shook Keiko Shiratori's hand.

Keiko Shiratori was startled, although Natsuhiko also touched her hand just now, but she only touched it, and did not hold it like this.

"What about being an elder?" Keiko Shiratori questioned Natsuhiko.

"I'm afraid of the dark, shouldn't the elders hold my hand and comfort me? If you're a good elder, you should hold me!' Xia Yan said confidently.

Keiko Shiratori glanced around.

This is a large tea room, with quaint paper and wooden doors on both sides, no windows, and the lighting is really not good.

But aren't ghosts visible at night?

Keiko Shiratori knew that this was Natsuhiko's excuse, and she was happy to be held by Natsuhiko, but giving in like this, she felt like she had lost.

She pulled out her hand and put it on Natsuhiko's head.

"Well, are you still afraid?" Keiko Shiratori looked sly, and her hand rubbed against Natsuhiko's head twice.

She thought she could pull a game back, but she was no match for the ghosts.

Natsuhiko was at an ordinary size, sitting next to Keiko Shiratori, who put her hand on his head and needed to stretch her arms.

The arms are outstretched, and there is no protection in front of them.

Natsuhiko took the opportunity to lie down on Keiko Shiratori's lap: "I'm not afraid now."

The ghost has no weight, and Keiko Shiratori's thighs shouldn't have felt anything.

But human feelings are connected, and when you believe in a feeling, you feel that feeling.

Keiko Shiratori felt the weight on her thighs, and her body stiffened.

Natsuhiko smiled smugly at her, and turned around again to smell Keiko Shiratori's body fragrance.

The ghost can't smell it, he's just teasing Keiko.

Keiko Shiratori's shy angle immediately shifted from the knee pillow to the body fragrance.

She raised her hand and sniffed it, and a scent of roses entered her nose, the scent of the shower gel she was using.

Keiko Shiratori was relieved.

She looked at Xia Yan and saw the young man squinting his eyes, smiling shallowly, and his expression teasing, and finally reacted.

Mature women don't make such a move.

She sighed in her heart and gave up continuing to fight with Natsuhiko.

The ghost can be cheeky in all kinds of ways, but she is embarrassed in all kinds of ways, this game is unfair.

At this moment, the door of the tea room was opened, and six old men walked in.

After they were seated, two more middle-aged people came in, put tea in front of the old man and Keiko, and left softly.

Originally, Xia Yan felt that these old people were ordinary, but now with the foil of two middle-aged people who looked like servants, he suddenly felt that the old man had some temperament, or it was called forced in layman's terms.

The old man took a sip of tea first, and then talked to Keiko Shiratori about the festival.

Some of them have already been heard by Natsuyan on the road, and some are new topics.

Several old people are discussing how to make the festival more prosperous.

"The summer festival is over, and several people have already returned to the countryside, what should I do if there are not enough people?" An old man with gray hair and plain clothes asked.

"You can get my kids to come back and help."

"My grandson can do it too."

"My old bones can still move."

The rest of the old people made a strong contribution, some had children, and some grandchildren had grandchildren, and soon filled in the lack of manpower.

"There are enough people now, but what about the food stalls?" The old man in very flat clothes asked again.

Not all shopkeepers are willing to go to the food stall again, although they make more money, but it is not an ordinary trouble, and the special festival is still on the mountainside.

"How can we lose face? If you want to, go, if you don't want to, if you have something at home in the future, don't think about using us old guys. ”

Xia Yan looked at the old man who spoke, it was a bald old man of one meter eight, and his words were as good as his words.

"My son has a dessert shop, and I asked him to get me a high-level pastry chef."

This time it's about a short old man with glasses, very wealthy businessman.

"Isn't that too much trouble?" The other old man asked.

"It's not about filling vacancies, it's mainly about pulling people. Having just attended the summer festival, the townspeople may not be happy to go again. The glasses old man explained.

As a tradition, the summer festival is held once a year, and there are no new tricks, and it depends on people's habits of participating in the festival that it is prosperous every time.

This habit has just been consumed once, and the effect of the second time is bound to decrease.

"That's right, then I'll go out of the mountain and let those guys taste my craft."

"I don't have that skill, but I can give more publicity to the guests in the hotel."

The old people came up with ideas.

Seeing their dedication to discussion, Xia Yan scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

He wrote on Keiko's hand: "Don't be so grand."

He's just trying to cheat the exposure.

Keiko Shiratori is not good at speaking directly, she uses her hand holding the talisman to write on Natsuhiko's face.