"In other words, there are still fish that have slipped through the net into the spiritual realm of the Eternal Sacrifice Society? Kitagawa? ”

Ryoko Okano looked at the young man in front of him and asked dryly.

As she asked, her fingers still shaking off the ashes slightly.

“......”

The young man known as Beichuan did not rush to reply to the other party.

Without saying a word, he took the cigarette that Yoshiko Okano was holding.

Ignoring the other party's unhappy expression, Kitagawa raised his hand and pressed the cigarette roll on the snow to extinguish it.

After doing all this, the young man nodded and said, "Not bad." There are a few people who have entered the spiritual realm, and among them there is a middle-aged man with the Nine Imperial Spells. That should be the Eternal Sacrifice Society Archmage you were talking about, right? ”

“... That's the Eternal Sacrifice Archmage of the Nine Imperial Spells! Temple! Do you think that Xicheng is like you, and has already had sixteen imperial spells? He doesn't necessarily beat the other party... Even if it's your disciple..."

Ryoko Okano couldn't help but speak.

She really didn't know where the confidence of the Beichuan Temple in front of her came from.

Faced with Ryoko Gangno's question, Kitagawa Temple shook his head.

Seeing his unflustered expression, Ryoko Okano was stunned again.

She was a little suspicious in her heart.

Could it be that Beichuan Temple has some secret plan? Xicheng Shiki: Actually, under his teaching, what stunts didn't come out?

It's okay to think like this, after all, there is a good saying, famous teachers make high apprentices!

"Let me start by saying that I didn't teach him anything. I shook my head just to say that I didn't have a relationship with him as a master or apprentice... If anything, he's my friend. ”

Beichuan Temple stretched out a finger and corrected:

"And he's also very talented, it doesn't take long for him to be able to have the same sixteen spells as me."

"Uh... I didn't really want to hear you talk to me about this..."

Ryoko Okano sighed deeply and covered her face.

This person still can't understand human speech when he comes back after going abroad.

It took a long moment for her to speak, "So what do you do now?" Do you want to go into the spiritual realm to pursue? ”

"I can't get in for a while." Beichuan Temple still spoke so straightforwardly: he replied directly without thinking about it:

"The deepest mountain gate is equivalent to the entrance to the spiritual realm, but that requires a key, because the mountain gate has been opened once in front of Xicheng through the divine son of the White Mist family, so the Eternal Sacrifice Society Archmage can force himself into it by virtue of his own bloodline of the White Mist family... But I can't, I can break in, but I'm afraid that the whole spiritual realm will collapse. ”

“... In other words, this time it's completely up to the West Side kid? ”

Ryoko Okano furrowed her eyebrows.

She knows the ability of the West Castle style, the Eight Imperial Spells.

This ability is actually very strong no matter where it is placed, but this time the enemy is the Eternal Sacrifice Archmage of the Nine Imperial Spells, and he seems to have brought a few helpers with him.

Xicheng style... Can you really handle it?

She couldn't help but be a little skeptical.

"Almost. But I've asked Poor to help lift the seal of the mountain gate, and see if I can catch up... Xicheng should be able to hold on. Don't underestimate him. ”

Beichuan Temple simply said two words, and then he didn't want to speak anymore.

After a while, his monotonous cell phone rang.

"Got a message from your girlfriend?" Ryoko Okano poked her head out curiously.

"It's the fiancée." Kitagawa Temple took out his mobile phone and corrected his voice unchanged.

......

This is a Buddhist hall surrounded by bamboo forests.

As the white fog chrysalis said, the white fog family is repairing this kind of Buddhist hall everywhere to get rid of evil spirits.

The interior decoration of this Buddha hall is almost the same, nothing more than a wooden offering table, a curtain, and a Buddha statue, and the difference is only the degree of internal damage.

To be honest, Xicheng doesn't have much respect for these god-like things.

All he needed was shelter from the wind and warmth.

Therefore, he simply put the Buddha statue in front of the White Mist Divine Son and demolished all the jade walls of the small Buddha Hall.

The so-called jade wall, in fact, is to say that the wooden fence surrounding the Buddhist hall is literary, but in fact it is just a pile of wooden fences.

"Shijun, aren't you afraid of heavenly punishment at all?"

The White Mist Divine Son looked at Xicheng's action, and suddenly raised his head and asked.

There are still many people in Japan who believe in this, and it is indeed normal for her to ask such questions.

"Why do you ask this?"

Xicheng replied.

He couldn't help but think, could it be that the White Mist Divine Son believed in Buddhism, so he asked him not to demolish the worship hall?

"Uh... I mean, I have a brilliant idea. If Shijun is not afraid of heavenly punishment, I think the wooden Buddha statue can also be dismantled, and the fire is a little too strong. ”

Saying that, the White Mist Divine Son seemed to be very satisfied with his clever plan, and straightened his chest by the way: "Anyway, I'm not afraid of heavenly punishment." ”

"......" Xicheng style.

I only thought of demolishing the jade wall, so I jumped two stages directly, and I thought of demolishing the Buddha statue directly.

The White Mist Divine Son is really a clever little ghost.

But... She's right.

The next thing to do is to spend the night here, and it may be right to tear down the wooden Buddha statue and burn it for firewood.

As for whether the demolition of the Buddha statue will cause the living to rush into this small Buddha hall?

Xicheng is in denial.

After all, the last time the Buddha hall used to hide was already in tatters, and most of the wooden Buddha's head had been cut off. Even then, there were no resentful spirits or living beings willing to enter the Buddha hall.

Thinking of this, Xicheng Shi did not hesitate to do it.

He took out the hand axe directly, and with just two axes, he cut the wooden Buddha to pieces, and then threw it into the fire pit.

Rumble!

All at once, the fire burst out.

"It's so comfortable! It's so warm! Sure enough, listen to me..."

The White Mist Shenzi rubbed his snow-white little feet with his hands, and his expression was eager to try.

She looked like she was ready to roll in the fire pit and roast herself comfortably to get up again.

And--this thing is really not afraid of that bullshit punishment at all, and it even looks like it has a nice feeling.

Just when Xicheng was going to continue to add firewood to it—

A scroll of ancient texts wrapped in a brocade rope roll slipped out of the broken head of the Buddha statue.

"Is this...?"

Xicheng-style eyebrows were slightly raised, and he took out the document hidden in the head of the Buddha statue.

The scroll was covered in dust, and just by looking at it, you could see that the paper on it had yellowed due to oxidation... This must have been stuffed into the Buddha statue for a long time.

In ancient Japan, most of the writing was done on paper, and the fact that scrolls were used directly in the form of scrolls represented the importance of the contents.

The most important thing is... Does the Buddha statue contain documents?

Isn't that too much...?

After all, who put this into the Buddha statue?

Xicheng Shi frowned and spread out the paperwork.

The name of the document is also displayed in the eyes of the West Side.

I saw that the yellowed paper was written like this - "White Fog Strategy".

And at the bottom, there is a clearly visible map.

It is marked with various place names and building names, including the Valley of the Fog and the Rope Wooden Bridge that the Nishijo-style style just walked through.

Xicheng reacted instantly.

Here's a map about the White Mist House!

It can be called a surprise.

Who would have thought that in the head of such a wooden Buddha statue, such a thing is still hidden.

But who... And for what purpose did you hide it in this place...?

Nishijo brings the map closer to the firelight.

The dim glow of the fire danced across the map like a flickering ghost.

On this map, there are lines of fine annotations.

"I'm just organizing a carpenter to build the White Mist Family, and I just hope that the people who see this document can rely on the map to escape as soon as possible and tell the truth buried in the White Mist Family... Shake it all off to outsiders. ’

Carpentry in the White Mist family?

Xicheng-style raised his eyebrows and continued to look down.

'The first time I agreed to the request for the organization and construction of the White Mist Family was at the end of the Taisho period. ’

Because the price was too high, and I had a wife and children to raise, I agreed to the long-term construction... But the more I continued to build, the more I realized that something was wrong. ’

'The number of craftsmen is decreasing, and some people are disappearing somehow. Although the explanation given by the White Mist family was a work injury, I knew that it was not like that. ’

I once heard an experienced old man say that the craftsmen who disappeared in the construction site and repairing the house did not simply disappear, but were used as human pillars. ’

Seeing this, the West Side style stopped.

Human Pillar...

Just looking at this word, Xicheng felt a bloody breath rushing to the bridge of his nose.

In the barbaric period before civilization was civilized, this kind of thing often happened in Japan, burying living people in the beams and pillars of the house in order to pray for the stability of the fortifications.

Even in modern times, this kind of thing still happens, and there are quite a few of them.

Nishijo continued to watch.

'I don't want to be a pillar, I don't want to die!' ’

But in fact, it's useless to run away now... I could feel that I was being targeted. Estimated not for long... The White Mist family will treat me as a pillar, right? ’

'I wrote this document in the hope that the latecomers who were lucky enough to see it could escape from this place with the help of my map and reveal the truth about the White Mist family to outsiders. ’

'Entering the valley where the white mist spreads, climbing the peaks of the mist, and in the Buddhist temples and monasteries where the white mist lingers, if you can be forgiven by the children of the white mist who live therein, even the souls of those who have died by suicide will be comforted—all such statements are deceitful. ’

'Yes – it's all a lie! ’

It's like a person shouting hoarsely. Under the beating of the firelight, this line of text exudes a terrifying hideous feeling.

This is the end of the textual explanation.

"......" Xicheng style.

He rolled up the map and shook his head.

When he knew that the god son of the White Mist Family was actually a pure tool, he already knew what kind of urine this White Mist Family was.

It's no wonder that this kind of family would make a move to snatch the property of the White Mist Temple.

"Huh?"

Just as Xicheng Shi stuffed the scroll into his backpack, the white mist god who was still happily leaning on the edge of the fire pit suddenly raised his head.

Her expression looked a little strange, and then she turned her head to look at Xicheng Shi: "Shijun, I felt it just now." It seems that someone has entered the spiritual realm from the mountain gate. ”

"Someone has entered the Spirit Realm?" Xicheng Shi glanced at the White Mist Mizuko.

What's going on?

It stands to reason that there are a group of policemen guarding the outside of the spiritual realm, and it is difficult for the group of people from the Eternal Sacrifice Society to penetrate into this place.

"Can you know the general identity of the other party?"

"It's... It's a little difficult... As the divine son of the White Mist Family, I seem to have a special sense of the entire spiritual realm... But let me use this sense to identify myself... Honestly, a little too difficult. ”

The White Mist Divine Son shook his head.

"Really?"

Xicheng style groaned.

It stands to reason that Ryoko Gangno outside will not enter the spiritual realm through the mountain gate.

After all, even with the assistance of the White Mist Divine Son, he spent a long time groping underwater.

Then the answer can be imagined.

This voter should be a member of the Eternal Sacrifice Society.

"Did you come here because you heard about Morimiyama? But it's too fast. ”

Nishijo furrowed his eyebrows.

It has only been two days since he entered the Spirit Domain, and the other party has already rushed to the Spirit Domain, and this speed is indeed not normal according to common sense.

But what if...

"If some of us have an inner demon..."

Xicheng Shiki stared at the fire, and the female corpse that had handed over the snow stone to him came to mind.

The white mist chrysalis has two... Then there is one that must be false.

Could it be her?

After all, except for Miko, only she knows her own arrangement.

"Originally, I wanted to take it a little bit more gradually."

Xicheng didn't think too much about it, and after weighing the pros and cons, he directly picked up his backpack, and at the same time looked sideways at the White Mist Divine Son:

"Let's go, White Mist, let's go. Now it looks like we're going to have to work day and night. ”

The wooden rope bridge leading to the Fog Peak has been cut down, and there are all kinds of living monsters blocking it along the way, so it should still be able to free up a considerable part of the time.

But even that doesn't make it safe.

To do it, you must be the most stable, and you will not leave any opportunity or backhand for the other party.

"Good!"

The White Mist Divine Son nodded vigorously.

But in terms of reality - in fact, the White Mist Miko is very tired right now.

It's really tiring.

At the end of the day today, whether it was the fright she suffered or the replacement of the personality of another White Mist Divine Son, it had caused a lot of mental burden on her.

Plus now there are wolves in front and tigers in the back... It can be said that the situation is extremely bad.

But even so, she didn't get angry and troublesome like ordinary little girls.

Although she may usually be an ice sculpture fool, the woman who can handle it at a critical time -

At least that's what she thinks herself!

"Shiki-kun! If I manage to get out this time, I'll definitely convince Aunt Chrysalis to marry you!" ”

The White Mist Miko waved his small fist and said encouragingly.

The fair-skinned and pink pretty face was red by the firelight.

Saying this, Xicheng couldn't help but glance at her more.

This... I guess I want to cheer myself up, right?

Although it seems to be used in the wrong way.

"Let's go."

Xicheng Shi only shook his head a little funny, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

He used a flashlight to shoot at the mountain road ahead.

The snow fell like goose feathers, illuminated by the light of a flashlight.

In this whirring snowy landscape.

The corpses of the White Mist family were lying in all directions.

There was also a calm, low whisper in his ears.

This... It's the night of the White Mist house.