The ancient shrine is located in a dense forest in Wakayama Prefecture, and you can't even see the sun when you look up.

The cold mountain breeze is blowing, and the weather is now in early spring.

Blowing on a person is as sharp as a knife scraping a person.

There is no traffic here, and the only old road has been washed away by mudslides.

If you get lost in this place, you will be in real trouble.

And the Xicheng style is currently in this state.

"Whew..."

Xicheng looked up and looked around.

Gloomy forest.

The green and cold woods seemed to envelop and swallow people.

The thick vines twisted and climbed, and there was not even the sound of birds around.

It fully shows that this is a barren land.

"Hmph..."

The West Side style tries to raise your hand.

Then he saw his wrist that was irregularly bent and fleshy.

It is already twisted off.

He tried to raise his hand, and his wrist fell limply.

It's a little numb, and I don't feel anything else.

What the pain of the heart of these... None of them.

It is estimated that the injury was too severe, and the human body secreted hormones such as anesthetics, which relieved the pain.

Xicheng style stretched out his hand.

The cold dead air of the dark forest gushed out, and every trace of it was entangled, climbing up the injured part.

With the influx of dead air, a cool feeling covers the wrist.

Rotten flesh rots, and new flesh grows.

I don't know what the principle of death qi is, but it can treat external injuries like a dead tree in spring.

After about two minutes, the dead air dissipated, and Nishijo tried to move his wrist.

Flexibility without the slightest after-effects.

The Xicheng style covered the whole body with dead air.

Most of the other places are just a few scrapes and sprains, nothing at all, and the Xicheng style has recovered all of them after just controlling the dead qi in a circle.

"And then there's..."

Nishijo turned his head sideways and looked at Hideaki Nozawa, who had fallen beside him.

Unlike when he was on the helicopter just now, Hideaki Nozawa was now unconscious, and his body and face were covered with black mud.

This is because the Xicheng style did not 'brake' just now.

But compared to this kind of thing, Xicheng Shi cares more about his lower abdomen.

There, a broken, thin-headed wooden stick had torn through his skin and pierced out.

Blood can't stop oozing out of it.

It is estimated that it was because Xicheng Shi took him down from mid-air just now, and hit a lot of branches along the way.

“... Even when the wound has been plugged with a wooden stick, it still bleeds like this..."

Xicheng didn't hesitate, and directly helped Nozawa Hideaki up half, and then stretched out his hand directly-

Poof!

Pull it out directly.

Yes.

Nishijo is not a doctor either, he doesn't know what emergency treatment is, and the actions he takes are simple.

He pulled out the stick, and then covered the bleeding wound with his lifeless palm.

Half an hour later.

The dead air dissipated.

Nozawa Hideaki's lower abdomen repaired.

"It's fine."

Looking at Nozawa Hideaki's slightly pale face due to blood loss, Nishiro nodded.

Nozawa Hideaki isn't dead yet, that's enough.

As for helicopters ...

Xicheng looked up.

Thick black smoke rose from a short distance in front of him, apparently from the wreckage of the helicopter.

"I don't know what happened to Beichuan."

Nishijo style pinched his chin.

The helicopter in Beichuan Temple just now was before his helicopter, and since he encountered the white light, the situation on the Beichuan Temple side should be similar.

The physical fitness of helicopter pilots is much better than that of ordinary people, but they are also powerless in the face of white light and sound waves.

"Let's try to get in touch with him first."

Xicheng Shi touched the backpack behind his back and took out the satellite phone from it.

This is something he has prepared in advance, in order to avoid this situation of not being able to get in touch.

But... The satellite phone channel, which was supposed to be unblocked, was not available at all.

There was only a murmur on the phone.

"Are the airwaves jammed?"

Xicheng muttered to himself.

It is estimated that it is due to the influence of the white light just now, and the magnetic field around it is a little unstable.

What exactly is that white light?

Xicheng put the satellite phone back in.

The white light just now was not dazzling to him, after all, there were three wheels in his body, and the ability of his eyes was even better than that of ordinary spirit exorcists.

The bright light naturally does not affect him.

And most importantly, what's in that bright light...

The Nishijo style can be recalled clearly...

It seems to be a wraith... White... Densely packed, a huge resentful spirit twisted by countless figures.

"Could it be that it is the resentful spirit of the two hundred people of the Hetori family?"

If that's the case... Both on their own and at Kitagawa Temple find it difficult to solve it.

"Anyway... Is it safer to go inside first? ”

Xicheng style climbed the tree in three steps and two steps, then stepped on the branches, and looked up at the sky.

The weather that had been sunny just now was now covered with dark clouds, and the thunderclouds in the distance flashed white and yellow, as if they were about to tear the whole sky apart.

Thundered!!!

It's going to rain.

......

Nishijo-style helped Nozawa Hideaki forward and walked forward like a fly.

Moisture gradually rose in the air and on the ground, and the soil began to be muddy...

This is a sign of impending rain.

There is a saying that the spring is cold.

When it rains, the rain quickly robs the human body of its temperature.

It is humid and in a dense forest, an environment full of various bacteria, and people are prone to various diseases.

The Nishijo style is no problem, the key is the Nozawa Hideaki he is carrying.

If he really contracted any disease, then Xicheng Shi would be helpless.

After all, he has the ability to heal external injuries at best.

But fortunately, when he was in mid-air just now, Xicheng Shi had already seen the ancient shrine complex, remembered the general direction, and now as soon as he landed, he already had a bottom in his heart.

They are actually not far from the ancient shrine.

Nishijo took Hideaki Nozawa and walked forward for about a kilometer.

At the same time, I tried to collect some ignites that could easily start a fire.

With these things in hand, Nishijo-style continued to walk forward, and—

He stopped, looking at the dirt road that winded ahead in front of him.

There's a good saying.

There were no roads in the world, but when there were more people walking, they became roads.

And this dirt path in front of you is obviously the path that people walked out.

Nishijo takes out the map from his backpack.

This map is a map of the Lotus Shrine drawn by the people of the Nishijo family.

Judging from the map, the road is supposed to be a path to the east of the shrine.

If you go inside from here, you will be able to see the torii gate and shrine of the Lotus Shrine.

And...

There is always a familiar feeling to the Nishijo style.

Maybe this is the feeling of the original owner.

Xicheng raised his feet, just about to continue walking-

"Hmm..."

With a low moan, there was movement on the side of Hideaki Nozawa, who had been unconscious for half an hour.

He shook his head, looking a little distressed.

My head was dizzy and my body was weak, as if I had been running two thousand meters in a non-stop, all-out sprint.

This is probably because he got off the helicopter just now and felt the impact of the sound waves, which made him have some symptoms of a slight concussion.

Xicheng stopped and waited for him to come to his senses.

After about three minutes, Nozawa Hideaki gradually gained strength, and he barely turned his head sideways, and he saw the Nishijo style.

"Mr. West, Mr. Westway...?"

He stumbled on his feet, his eyes confused: "Where are we?" ”

It's not in a helicopter... Where are you?

"This is near the Hitori Shrine."

Xicheng replied, "Our helicopter crashed, and it took me a lot of effort to save you from above." ”

"The helicopter crashed ... Get me back..."

Nozawa Hideaki was clearly not composed, and he muttered this to himself several times before his face showed surprise.

"Wait?! Mr. Nishijo, our helicopter crashed!? ”

"Not bad."

Nishijo-style nodded.

"I just remember that there was a light in front of me, and then I subconsciously closed my eyes... And then there's the powerful sonic wave... I feel like my eardrums are going to be torn..."

Nozawa muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Are we wrecked?"

“... So how am I still alive...? ”

Although it was flying at a low altitude at that time, it also had an altitude of two hundred meters.

Falling from that height, let alone a human body, even if you are an iron man, you will probably be crushed to pieces.

But now I'm still alive, and I haven't been hurt much...

Hideaki Nozawa suddenly thought of what Nishigi had just said, 'I saved you'.

As soon as he thought of this, Nozawa Hideaki showed a grateful expression: "Mr. Nishijo, thank you very much for saving me. ”

Although I don't know what means Xicheng used to save him, he is undoubtedly his savior.

"It's just a small thing. And this time, the Xicheng family hired you to fly the helicopter, which means that I let you encounter this incident, I should say sorry. ”

The Xicheng style was not fluttering because of the gratitude of others.

He has always been very clear about cause and effect.

"But even so, I have to thank you."

Nozawa Hideaki is serious.

Just because he didn't abandon himself in this isolated and helpless situation, he could already see Xicheng's character.

He made up his mind that he must follow behind Xicheng and not cause him trouble.

"Needless to say, polite words are in front of the Lotus Shrine, and we will be there soon."

Nishijo didn't politely go to Hideaki Nozawa, but just stretched out his hand and pointed ahead.

"Huh? Nitori Shrine...? Wait a minute! Nozawa Hideaki's feet suddenly couldn't move.

"I remember that Mr. Xicheng came here this time, mainly to investigate..."

"Hmm. The main thing is to investigate things about evil spirits. ”

The West Castle style has no intention of concealing.

At this moment, Nozawa Hideaki couldn't help but shrink his feet, and the idea of 'I must follow behind Xicheng-shi and not cause trouble to him' just now also disappeared.

No way.

As long as you talk about gods, ghosts, and the like, you will naturally show timidity.

It's human nature.

All people are afraid of what they don't know.

It's also normal for Hideaki Nozawa to behave like this.

But—

Xicheng still reminded him.

"This dense forest is very weird, if you want to stay alone, it is estimated that you will not only face poisonous snakes or floaters, but also residual resentful spirits."

Nozawa Hideaki's retracted steps instantly took a step, and his face was full of righteous words: "What do you mean I want to stay?" Mr. Nishijo really underestimated me. ”

"It's for the best."

Nishijo ignored his small gestures and nodded in response.

All that the West Side says is the truth.

This dense forest is strange.

Originally, he thought that the satellite phone could not be used for the time being due to the white light.

But after half an hour, the satellite phone is still unreachable.

If Nozawa Hideaki is left in place, something will inevitably happen.

Of course, he didn't believe that there would be any accidents at Beichuan Temple.

After all, the strength of the other party's fifteen imperial spells is there, and he also has death qi, as long as Beichuan Temple has a breath, it is impossible to die.

Nozawa Hideaki was still a little unable to walk, so Nishiro Shiki helped him to continue walking.

The further you go, the wider your horizons become.

The two sides were wooded at first, and then gradually turned into bamboo forests.

The muddy path continues onwards.

Nozawa Hideaki looked at him from time to time while being helped forward by Nishijo-shiki.

After a while, he asked with some curiosity, "Speaking of which, how old are you, Mr. Xicheng?" I feel like you're the youngest customer I've ever known. ”

"Seventeen."

Xicheng style simple answer.

This is, of course, the age of the original owner.

If you count the previous life, he is older than Nozawa Hideaki.

"Seventeen...?!"

Hearing this answer, Nozawa Hideaki looked stunned as if he had seen a giant panda: "Mr. Xicheng, are you only seventeen years old?" ”

"Hmm." Xicheng Shi answered.

“... Then why aren't you afraid at all? ”

Nozawa Hideaki's tone was a little blocked.

"Afraid?"

Nishijo-style frowned, he didn't expect Nozawa Hideaki to jump so quickly.

"yes... Because isn't the situation bad now? ”

Nozawa scratched his head.

Helicopter crash.

Forced to stay in this place, there is no way out, and the same has to face those terrifying resentful spirits.

In other words, a seventeen-year-old young man would have been desperate and scared to the extreme, right?

As a helicopter pilot, Nozawa Hideaki's psychological quality is already very strong, but in the face of the current situation, he is actually not optimistic.

It's just that in the face of Xicheng style, he didn't express these thoughts in his heart.

This situation... Want to escape from this jungle... It's hard to think about it.

Nozawa Hideaki was actually a little scared.

But there was no cowardice in Xicheng's face at all.

This person's psychological quality is inevitably too good, right?

Just as Hideaki Nozawa was thinking so, Nishijo-shiki spoke:

"What's the use of being afraid?"

"Huh...?" Nozawa Hideaki didn't expect Nishijo-style to ask such a rhetorical question, and was stunned for a moment.

"Staying in place is a dead end."

"Even being scared and crying doesn't do anything to improve the current situation."

So the West Side style will not be afraid.

Instead of sitting there and crying, it is better to move on.

"Although this is the truth..."

Nozawa Hideaki touched his head embarrassedly.

This Xicheng style is really like an iron man, and this psychological quality is really no one.

"It's already there."

Xicheng suddenly stopped, looked up and spoke.

In front of you is a dilapidated shrine called Torii that is corrupt and crimson.

Under the dark clouds of black oppression.

There seems to be some ominous sign.