It was getting late now, and with Hideaki Nozawa with him, Nishigi didn't explore deeply, but just hastily checked the condition of each wooden house, and then returned to the wooden house in good overall condition when the downpour was falling.

The whirring wind blew, bringing with it a sound like a woman sobbing.

From far to near, and from near to far, the sobs of Sensen, like a living person, and the dark night as thick as ink fell together, making Nozawa Hideaki's mood also become heavy.

Such a gloomy day... I don't know how long it will take to get out of here.

He thought, glancing at the West Side.

Nishijo had already crushed the compressed biscuits, threw them into the kettle, and grilled them next to the fire.

This kind of compressed biscuit is particularly unpalatable when eaten dry, it is dry in the mouth, and it is particularly difficult to bite, so you can drink at least hot soup, no need to chew hard, and warm the stomach.

When the biscuit water in the kettle was almost empty, Nishigi picked it up and threw it to Nozawa Hideaki: "Drink a little, so as not to lose strength." ”

"Ahh Oh..."

Hideaki Nozawa took the kettle, a little moved.

Xicheng style let himself drink first, which in his opinion, is a manifestation of taking too much care of himself.

He took a sip of his arms -

Nozawa Hideaki showed a look of embarrassment.

No way.

The biscuit soup in this kettle is sticky, and it doesn't taste good at all.

However, although it does not taste good, it unexpectedly warms the stomach.

He poured several sips in a row before handing the kettle to Xicheng: "Mr. Xicheng, you can drink some too." ”

"No need." Xicheng Shi waved his hand, picked up the wooden stick and began to stir the fire: "You drink." ”

"How can this be? You can't help but care too much about me! I'm an adult, how can I, a minor, take such good care of me? ”

Nozawa stood up unrelentingly.

He also felt a little embarrassed.

How can you make Xicheng style so caring?

"It's not." Xicheng looked up and said his answer: "That, it's too unpleasant." I just don't want to drink it. ”

"Uh-"

"Drink it."

"Uhhhh

Xicheng style is inevitably too chattery.

Obviously, he could sell his favor to himself, but he didn't have the slightest intention of doing so, and he said his thoughts very sincerely.

Nozawa Hideaki drank two more sips, and his stomach was already half full.

After soaking, this compressed biscuit is very filling, and the average person is full after three or four pieces.

It's just that this thing doesn't have much nutrition, and at most it gives people a feeling of satiety.

After drinking, Hideaki Nozawa handed the kettle to Nishijo Shiki.

Xichengshi squinted his eyes, took the kettle and took two sips.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Crimson Chilian fell from the sky.

At this time, the Xicheng style has simply washed the kettle and put it outside the door to catch the rainwater.

After a day of walking, the kettle was almost empty.

The rain was a timely rain that replenished the water supply.

However, Tsukasa Higashino estimates that there should also be water intake facilities such as ancient wells in the shrine.

Otherwise, those shrine witches and priests didn't die of thirst?

So he doesn't worry about the water either.

It's almost eleven o'clock now.

Hideaki Nozawa, who had walked for a long time and was still bleeding, gradually became tired.

"I'll sleep for a while, Mr. Nishijo."

He greeted the Nishicheng style who was fiddling with the fire next to him, put his hands in his sleeves, buried his head under the collar, curled up, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

The weather in the mountains is changeable.

Especially at night, this rainy night weather, the mountain wind is biting, and the temperature plummets.

Although there are wooden huts to shelter from the wind and rain, there is still a chill in the air, and even people around the fire cannot improve the situation.

In the second half of the night, even Hideaki Nozawa, who was half-asleep and half-awake, could feel the coldness on his body.

But he could only continue to sleep.

......

Following.

Hideaki Nozawa woke up from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the thick blanket covering his body.

This made him stunned for a moment, and then he reacted.

Isn't this a Xicheng-style blanket?

No wonder he felt a lot warmer in the second half of the night.

It turned out to be the West Side style...

"By the way, Mr. Nishijo..."

Only then did Nozawa Hideaki react and looked up at the other side of the fire.

The Nishijo style is leaning sideways and resting with a backpack as a pillow.

His complexion was ruddy, and his sleeping posture was natural, as if he had not been attacked by the cold at all.

Nozawa Hideaki didn't notice this, and when he saw that the Nishijo-style sleeping position was so peaceful, he thought that the other party had frozen to death.

"Mr. Nishijo! Mr. Nishijo! Wake up! ”

Hideaki Nozawa shook the Nishijo-style vigorously.

His strength was great, and his voice was not inferior to his strength, and in an instant, he woke up the sleeping Nishijo style from his dream.

"What are you doing?"

The tone of the West Side is not particularly good.

Anyone who is sleeping comfortably is shaken up like this, and it is estimated that he will not be in a good mood.

"This blanket... It's Mr. Nishijo's, right? ”

Hideaki Nozawa looked at Nishigi gratefully: "Thank you very much, I..."

"Ah, that blanket, it's too hot for me to use, so I'll use it for you, what? Any questions? ”

Xicheng Shi frowned and interrupted the other party's spell casting, and asked rhetorically.

"Uh... It's okay. ”

Nozawa Hideaki opened his mouth wide and swallowed the words of thanks down his throat.

"Really?"

Xicheng didn't want to deal with him, so he changed his position and fell asleep: "I'll sleep for a while, and I'll leave in half an hour." ”

"Ahh Good. ”

Nozawa nodded stupidly.

Then he watched as Nishijo fell back asleep.

Then he glanced at the blanket in his hand again.

An idea popped up in my heart inexplicably.

Could it be that at least Xicheng doesn't want to put himself in a psychological burden, so he pretends that he doesn't need a blanket and compressed biscuit soup at all?

In fact, the West Side style is also very hungry and cold.

It's just that he doesn't want to put himself in a psychological burden, so he makes that gesture?

The more Nozawa thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.

Xicheng style is hungry, cold and cold, but he is unwilling to let himself be wronged...

This character is inevitably too noble, right?

Nozawa Hideaki looked at the back of the West Castle style, and sobbed and shed tears when he looked at it.

"Mr. Nozawa."

"Huh?"

Hideaki Nozawa, who was crying, heard Nishijo-style calling his name, and immediately came to his senses.

"You're too noisy, please be quiet. I'm going to cry out and cry, it's not raining outside. ”

"Uh..."

Nozawa touched his head.

This... In the end, Xicheng really cares about himself... Or do you really not need these things?

He couldn't figure it out at all.

In fact, it's both.

Although Xicheng style is not cold, he naturally will not refuse things that can ensure his body temperature as much as possible.

It's just that Nozawa Hideaki needs this blanket more than he does—Nishijo-esque feels that if he doesn't wrap himself in this blanket, he probably will see a frozen corpse when he sees him the next day.

So the West Side style gave him this person who needed it more.

As for the rest... He didn't think as much as Hideaki Nozawa thought.

Half an hour passed.

Xicheng opened his eyes on time, and the whole person regained his vitality.

He walked out of the house and put in the kettle that was hanging outside.

After yesterday's heavy rain, the kettle is already full of rainwater.

Xicheng Shi did not have the habit of drinking raw water, so he threw the pot of rainwater next to the fire.

At the same time, the Nishijo-style spreads out the map of the Lotus Shrine and looks at it at a glance.

"Walking straight from this wooden house area, there is the branch hall of the shrine, and the main hall of the Blooming Spirit Hall is located in the most central part, and it is built with the Yellow Spring Cave as the center..."

Nishijo looked at the annotations on the map and muttered to himself.

Judging by the map, it will take a long time to walk from this living area to the temple.

Also allow time to return to this temporary camp for the wooden house...

Xicheng made a rough calculation in his heart, and probably had an idea.

He stood up, put away the map, lifted the boiling kettle, and stuffed it into the water bag.

"Let's go, Mr. Nozawa."

"Ahh Good. ”

Nozawa stood up and followed behind Nishijo.

Originally, Nishijo didn't want to take Hideaki Nozawa with him.

After all, he was going to explore the Nitori Shrine next, and there might be danger inside.

But I want Nozawa Hideaki to stay in the cabin... This is even more dangerous.

As an ordinary person, it is impossible for him to beat the Wraith.

Nishijo estimated that he would go out for a spin, and when he came back, he would probably see Nozawa Hideaki lying in a pool of blood.

So I still have to take him with me at this time.

Nishijo Shiki took Hideaki Nozawa forward.

The two men walked forward for some distance, and a wall that spanned half of the shrine stood in front of them.

Beneath the wall is a small wooden door with a lock on it, and the bronze lock surface has the unique lotus flower pattern of the Lotus family.

Nozawa Hideaki was the first to come to the wooden door, stretched out his hand and tugged at the bronze lock.

Click, click, click

The sound of friction sounded, and Nozawa Hideaki used all his strength, but he couldn't take it off it.

Even more than the lock surface, the entire door and space seem to be glued together, not moving at all.

It's like some kind of seal has been imposed.

Nozawa Hideaki tried for a long time, but finally gave up and looked back at Nishijo style:

"Mr. Nishijo, it looks like we have to find the key first..."

Before he could finish his words, Xicheng Shi had already walked up, and at the same time reached out and touched the lock-

Boom!!

A crisp clash of gold and iron.

"It's okay to go in."

Xicheng said hello and easily pulled the door open.

"Huh?" Hideaki Nozawa opened his mouth.

He wiped his eyes, a little incredulous: "How did you open it?" Mr. Nishijo? ”

"There's a key on the table, so I took it."

Nishigi quietly slipped the lock that had been split in half into his pocket and replied simply.

In fact, he knew in advance that there was a gate in the way.

It's clearly written on the map.

And it is also marked that the key was obtained from the wooden house where the priest lived.

It's just that the residence of the chief priest over there is too far away, and Xicheng Shi is not interested in wasting time looking for the key, so he chose to come hard.

Fortunately, a lock was opened, and the whole seal was unsealed.

If the lock can't be opened, Nishiro plans to kick down the wooden door along with the door frame.

OK... He didn't have to.

Behind this gate, there is the official shrine house.

Naturally, the architectural style of Japanese shrines is borrowed from the design of Chinese gardens.

Beneath the main shrine is a small temple that branches off, and from here you can see tattered brown cloth towels hanging from the eaves and a ruined shrine.

A beautifully carved stone lotus is enshrined on the temple, and the burned incense candles are poured next to it, showing the color of decadence.

Diagonally opposite the shrine hall is a pine tree planted with a lush canopy, and the body of the tree is vigorous and powerful.

This is supposed to be the shrine's branch hall...

Nishijo-style walked to the side of the shrine in three steps and two steps, and Nozawa Hideaki followed closely behind.

But soon, his pace couldn't help but slow down, and an expression of disbelief gradually appeared on his face.

Because in front of him... It was lying on the ground.

The clothes on his body have been weathered and faded, and there are still some shriveled minced meat crumbs in some places...

Nozawa Hideaki made a retching motion on the spot in an instant.

He didn't vomit, but the physical acceptance didn't make him vomit anyway.

Under his half-admiring, half-frightened gaze, Xicheng Shi walked to the white bone without saying a word, and at the same time picked it up.

A particularly unpleasant smell came out—

After a closer look, Xicheng made an analysis very calmly:

"This is supposed to be the corpse of the priest at the Nitori Shrine."

The male pelvis is relatively small, and coupled with the decoration of the red button hunting suit on the other person's clothes, it is not difficult to judge that the other party is the priest of this shrine.

This should be one of the priests of the Nishitori Shrine that the Nishijo family disposed of back then.

Nishijo-shiki looked sideways at the back of the shrine.

After this shrine... At least a dozen corpses of priests and shrine maidens of the Natori Shrine were hidden.

He shook his head, then put the body down.

What the Nishijo family had done before was indeed inhumane, and it was no wonder that Natsuki Sasahara was so obsessed with revenge.

This hatred is indeed incompatible.

But compared to that-

"Mr. West, Mr. West."

Nozawa Hideaki looked at Nishijo with fear on his face.

No.

More accurately, to look at a face that suddenly popped out next to him.

It was a woman's face.

It looks like it's a shrine maiden.

But it's different from the peaceful face of an ordinary shrine maiden.

There was a hideous smile on this face.

She stared at the West Side, and then—

Suddenly, he reached out from the shadows and pinched the latter's neck.

"Mr. Nishijo! Be careful! ”

Nozawa Hideaki was so nervous that his face was covered with sweat, and he couldn't help but remind loudly.

And then—

In his eyes, the witch wraith screamed as if she had seen something particularly terrifying.

Boom!!!!

Fried into meat cubes.

"Hmm... It seems that the resentful spirits of this place have a special sense of the bloodline of the Xicheng family..."

Xicheng put down the hand axe in his hand and groaned.

These resentful spirits of the Hetori family seem to have recognized the people of the Xicheng family.

As soon as he stepped into this dead land, countless resentful spirits were eyeing him in the shadows.

The cold pine swayed, and let out a hideous laugh.

The shadows distort, as if to drag people into them.

The temple is bleeding... It's creepy!