Bai Wuren is a middle-aged man with a kind face.

He smiles when he meets people, speaks in an intimate but not obnoxious tone, has just the right distance, and asks for the opinions of others when making decisions.

From the perspective of others, he looks like a kind-looking, ordinary middle-aged man.

But it's also such a person who looks like a good old man, but he can cut other people's bellies with a knife and poke other people's eyeballs with a smile...

"White Mist Mage... There are so many corpses in front of us that we can't drive the road even by a few of us. ”

In the low darkness of the night, the voice of a believer of the Eternal Sacrifice was heard.

This is a young believer, because the weather is so cold, his face has been frozen faintly pale, and his body is trembling from the loss of strength.

"Really?"

Hearing this, a kind smile appeared on Bai Wuren's middle-aged round face.

He didn't look at the young believer, he just raised his head and looked at the fog peak in front of him.

Because the rope wooden bridge was cut by the Xicheng style in front, they could only walk to the bottom of the valley in front of them, and then walk back to the Wufeng Mountain Road from the bottom of the old road of the White Fog Family.

However, due to the fact that the old site of the white fog has completely turned into a barren and terrifying place.

The old road was surrounded by a staggering number of debris.

The few believers he brought in alone could not resist such a large number of living remains.

Not to mention that when passing through the Valley of Fog Concealment, several people had already been killed by the remains hidden in the fog and chewed into minced meat.

Personnel drastically reduced... Plus the weather is getting worse.

And so on... Not to mention keeping up with the Westside style of them... These people can only be dragged to death here.

Thinking of this, Bai Wuren stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of the young believer in front of him, and said with concern:

"Since I can't open the way, I'll go alone. Stay in a safe place and rest until I return. ”

Bai Wuren is planning to abandon these Eternal Sacrifice Society believers, because these believers are exhausted and have lost their value, and if they are forced to open the way, they may end up making some people who are already dissatisfied rebel on the spot.

After all, no one can say for sure what it means to be human.

As for keeping them in a safe place to rest? This is just a casual excuse for Bai Wuren.

There is no White Mist Buddha Hall nearby, so naturally there is no 'safe place' as he said, and staying in place can only be said to be a dead end.

It's just that Bai Wuren's face slowed down a lot when he said these words, and he looked very amiable.

The surrounding believers were also moved when they saw Bai Wuren thinking about himself and others like this.

They promised to stay where they were, waiting for him to return.

Very good.

Seeing this scene, Bai Wuren nodded with satisfaction.

Just as he was about to leave like this, a small and soft voice came from beside him:

"White Mist Mage... I still have a bit of stamina... Should be able to go to Fog Peak with you. ”

Oh?

Bai Wuren turned his head to look.

I saw a short-haired female believer in a thick warm coat raise her hand.

In the snowy night, I couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

“... It's good. ”

Bai Wuren thought for a moment and replied with his trademark smirk.

Regardless of whether the other party retains physical strength or not, it doesn't matter much to him.

In order not to make these exhausted believers suspicious, it is better to agree.

And if there's anything dangerous on the road, it's a good idea to leave her behind and let her get attention.

That's it, after making a rough decision, Bai Wuren is about to hit the road.

He stared at Wufeng, and a trace of cruelty flowed from the face of the old man who had always been a good man.

White Mist Mizuko...

Bai Wuren muttered the name in his mouth.

There were always only two things he wanted to get.

The first is the three-wheeled wood that the old owner of the white fog did not get his hands on in the end.

The second is the stand-in spell on the White Mist Divine Son.

Now that the opportunity is so close, there is no reason for him not to grab it or fight for it.

How many people to kill? How many people to sacrifice? The Eternal Sacrifice will be over?

As long as you have these two things, what are these things?

The secret of the immortality of the body of the White Mist Miko and the three wheels.

Just need to get your hands on it... Even if one of the Eternal Sacrifices fails, the second and third Eternal Sacrifices can be rebuilt.

There is no politician or rich man in the world who is not interested in immortality.

Bai Wuren let out a heavy breath in his head, and then walked forward.

Not far behind him, the short-haired female believer also followed in silence.

......

White Fog Valley Road.

As the name suggests, this is a sheep intestine valley road with a narrow mountain road in the middle that goes up.

On both sides of this winding narrow path are stone lamps with a gentle and ancient charm.

Most of the stone lanterns were covered in snow, and only a rough outline could be seen in such a deep night.

"Whew-"

Xicheng exhaled a breath of white air, he handed the flashlight to the white mist god next to him, and took out the map from the large pocket next to him.

Seeing this, the White Mist Shenzi also thoughtfully illuminated the flashlight to light up the map.

Walking to this place, the carpenter's map has basically no indication here.

In other words, it is not known what kind of building it is, how many roads there are, and what the situation is.

And, most critically... Along the way, the number of living remains has increased significantly.

It seems that because of getting closer and closer to the Secret Flower, the strength of these skeletons has also increased a lot - from the beginning of the Xicheng style can solve one with one sword, and now it can only solve one with two knives.

Thanks to this, Nishigi-style felt it.

The Dead Air unit in his body jumped to 109 points.

And the death qi unit of the Nine Imperial Spell is estimated to be at 115 points... In this way, it should not be long before you reach the strength of the Nine Imperial Spells.

But...

Although it was almost to the level of the Nine Imperial Curses, the amount of dead qi left in his body was not much—it took a lot of dead qi to kill so many living bones along the way.

In terms of units, it means that there should be 50 dead qi units in the Xicheng-style body that can be used.

Then I'll have to save some time.

Don't run out of dead air by then, you won't have the ability to resist when you meet Bai Wuren.

Thinking of this, Xicheng exhaled white air and took out the kettle that had been kept warm with body temperature from his arms.

After taking a sip, he handed it to the White Mist Miko next to him.

If it were an ordinary Japanese girl, at this time, seeing the action of Xicheng Shiki handing the kettle she had drunk from her arms, she would definitely be twisted half to death.

But the white mist god is different, this little girl didn't care about taking the kettle and poured it down a few times, and said 'thank you' when she was done.

Her kind of informal place is not annoying.

At least the West Side style is not annoying.

But in this non-annoying emotion, Xicheng estimates that there should be a bonus to the appearance of the White Mist Divine Son.

After all, humans are only sensory creatures.

Putting away the kettle, Xicheng turned his head sideways: "Let's go, White Mist." ”

He had long since omitted the word 'classmate'.

Anyway, the White Mist Divine Son can be regarded as having a relationship with herself, so it shouldn't matter if you call her by her name.

"Hmm!"

The White Mist Miko nodded, and pulled up the hood of the winter coat by the way.

The two of them continued to walk upwards step by step.

White Fog Temple... It's not far ahead...

Winding mountain roads.

The long arched red bridge.

A tyrannical wraith.

and red maples swaying in the wind and snow.

It was almost like this for half an hour.

When the Nishijo style and the White Mist Miko raised their heads again, they saw the huge temple in front of them.

No...

It was not so much that they saw the huge temple, but that this huge white mist temple was pressing down on them.

Hakukiji Temple is a temple built on the mountainside of the Foggy Mountains.

The so-called Misty Mountains are recorded in the notes of the White Mist Miko.

It is said to be a pilgrimage mountain of the Hakuki family, and many legends and anecdotes have been passed down from it.

A visual look at the past in the style of the West Castle... This White Mist Temple is indeed huge.

Dilapidated cornices, faded vermilion columns, and white walls.

As a rough estimate, it should be a little smaller than Todai-ji Temple in Nara.

But even that is quite amazing.

As mentioned earlier, the White Mist Temple was actually snatched by the ancestors of the White Mist Divine Son, and these places actually belonged to the original White Mist Temple Master.

At that time, the White Mist Divine Son still felt that this behavior was very excessive.

But as soon as she saw such a huge temple building in front of her, the White Mist Divine Son could somewhat understand why her ancestors were greedy in the first place.

Such a large plot.

If you want to change you, you are not tempted?

It's no wonder that when the White Mist Chrysalis talked about her living expenses for raising the White Mist Divine Son, she said that it was part of the inheritance of the White Mist family - the White Mist family was indeed rich and terrible.

“... No wonder my ancestors were greedy and murderous and set fires. It's going to change me... I'm sure I would. The White Mist Divine Son looked at the huge temple in front of him, and almost didn't say the sentence that he would kill people and set fires.

But she looked at the Xicheng style next to her, and hurriedly changed her words: "If it were me, I would definitely take care of this place beautifully." ”

The temple is surrounded by red maple and fir trees.

These snow-covered fir trees overlap with red maple trees to guard the mountain gate of Hakuriji Temple.

There was an eerie pale white mist inside and outside the building.

The mist made Nishijo feel very uncomfortable, which made him frown.

But uncomfortable at the same time... This mist gave Xicheng a familiar feeling, and he subconsciously recalled in his mind the same thing as this pale white mist.

And then—

Nishijo got it.

"These are all immortal white mist?"

That's right! These white mist are similar to the white mist that emerged when the White Mist Miko repaired her mutilated body when she died.

If I have to say it, the concentration is much lower.

According to the White Mist Chrysalis, if you inhale too much immortal white mist, the whole person's soul will be eroded, and the body will gradually alienate into a deconscious corpse.

But it's okay... Xicheng subconsciously used the dead qi, and these white mist seemed to be expelled.

As for the White Mist Divine Son...?

She doesn't have to worry about it at all.

Xicheng asked her if she was okay, and she shook her head and said, 'It feels like home'.

It seems that the immortal white mist basically has no effect on the divine son of the white mist family.

Xicheng Shiki and the White Mist Divine Son each had a flashlight, and soon passed through the fir and red maple forests and came to the dilapidated White Mist Temple Mountain Gate.

In the darkness, Xicheng can clearly see a line of conspicuous large characters left on the broken mountain gate-

"The flower of secret, the vortex of immortality, only monks with a firm mind can resist it, and monks who have not studied the scriptures and washed their minds for more than ten years cannot escape into this door."

At a glance, you can see that this line of big characters was deliberately left on it by the predecessors.

Immortal... This is indeed an indescribable temptation for some ill-intentioned people.

But Xicheng Shi came to find the inheritance of the White Mist Temple, and of course he would not leave because of this sentence.

"Let's go."

Xicheng Shi said hello to the White Mist Divine Son, and then walked into the White Mist Temple.

The building was mainly made of wood.

The wood soaked in snow water is black-gray, and large chunks of the wall are peeling off, revealing the filling.

Something seems to be trembling in the shadows... At the same time, coupled with the strange white mist in the air, it makes people's hearts chill even more.

Of course –

This is nothing to Xicheng Style and the White Mist Divine Son.

And most importantly –

The White Mist Temple is too big!

It's really too big.

Whether in China or Japan, there are always many small separate Buddhist halls in large temples.

For example, what do you say about 'Hakumisuan', 'Sutra Academy', 'Hakurimon', and so on.

In addition to this, there are some small stupas located in the corner...

It's really hard to explore.

"You still haven't remembered anything?"

Xicheng Shishi looked sideways at the White Mist Miko.

He just asked another question about the memory of the White Mist Divine Son.

But she still didn't remember.

If it's ordinary, this kind of time when there is no main line should give people a guiding path, for example, the memory of the White Mist Divine Son is revived-

But the White Mist Divine Son couldn't think of anything.

Xicheng looked at her in silence.

This long period of silent staring made the White Mist Divine Son feel a chill down his spine inexplicably.

She coughed twice, and then muttered quietly, "How do you feel that if you pry my head open and know my previous memories, Shiki-kun, you will immediately try it with a crowbar..."

The White Mist Divine Son said this mainly to ease the embarrassment of the atmosphere.

But when she watched Xicheng's eyes flicker, staring at her head with a pensive expression—

"Shiki-kun, you're not going to do that, are you?!"

The White Mist Divine Son was a little panicked.

"Be in a hurry."

Xicheng Shi retracted his gaze: "If you can get information by priing open your skull, I really won't show mercy." ”

But you have to be able to get the information.

He shook his head.

Since you can't count on the White Mist Divine Son, you can only look around.

But soon, the white mist god who seemed a little angry stopped him.

"What's the matter?" Xicheng asked without looking back.

"I don't have any memories of it, but I've been smelling flowers since I started."

The White Mist Divine Son was obviously still angry about what Xicheng said about prying her head just now, and there was a feeling of sulking in her tone.

"Scent? Let's take a closer look. ”

Xicheng's eyes flickered.

He hadn't smelled anything since then.

And when it comes to floral scents... It's easy to think of something in the White Mist Temple—

Dense flowers.