There were cold, small whispers in my ears.

At his feet were groups of seated devotees in white robes.

Bai Yuan, who was sitting on the high platform, couldn't help but rub his temples.

It hurts.

The brain is empty.

Can't think of anything.

The tearing sensation in his brain and the discomfort in his body were like after a hangover, making him dizzy.

This couldn't help but make his eyebrows furrow slightly.

After sitting for about two minutes, the pain in his head subsided and he gradually came to his senses.

He was good at reading words and colors, and he immediately sensed that the atmosphere around him was not quite right.

Ropes hanging from the walls.

Zigzag royal coins fall.

On the tatami mat sat a group of devotees.

From time to time, I can still hear the Japanese of the Nishijo-style mage Banju.

Isn't that right!?

Shirahara remained calm and thought in his head.

How can I understand Japanese?

How come a group of people kneel in front of me?

Why does this place look weird?

Look... Like some bad group gathering area?!

Bai Yuan's eyebrows are slightly raised.

The first thing that came to his mind was not what he liked to think of in the cross-cutting plot, but who he was tied up.

As an aspiring young man who owns a company under his hands, it is understandable that Bai Yuan will think so.

After all, everyone is now half of the post-90s generation, and isn't it a big fool to still dream of traveling?

And now he still has a faint pain in the back of his head... This must have been knocked down by someone with a stick, and then tied up, right?

Can...

If you don't travel through the country, how can you understand Japanese?

Bai Yuan squeezed his brain, forcing it to turn.

He had been to Japan a few times before, but at that time he had hired a temporary translator, and his own Japanese skills could only be described as average.

- That looks like it's time traveling.

As soon as he thought of this, Bai Yuan felt a little headache again.

I managed to scrape down a little bit of property, but I didn't have time to start enjoying life before I crossed over to Japan? And it's still an illegal place to gather?

You must know that the 21st century is a society governed by the rule of law.

And the most important thing right now is... What's next?

Bai Yuan glanced at the middle-aged man and middle-aged woman sitting on the left and right sides.

Dresses, hunting clothes, serious faces.

These two men sit at the back of each other, which is known as the second seat.

The relationship between the primary and secondary in Japan is strict, and this way of sitting has actually revealed some information.

Among the people present, Bai Yuan should be the highest-ranking person, while the middle-aged men and women on the left and right sides are secondary, and then behind them are the young believers who are guarding on both sides...

But there's something wrong with that.

Xicheng can feel that his body is only seventeen or eighteen years old, if he follows the order of the Japanese elder and youngest, he can still sit in the first place at this age?

Could it be that it is a common 'lower gram' in Japanese dramas or novels?

Most of the people who can 'go down' in the deformed society of Japan are ruthless...

Should I behave fiercely?

Bai Yuan raised his eyebrows.

He was probably also aware of the factional struggles between some private orders in Japan.

Some of the plots are heinous... It's very common to get killed.

And if I have to say, how did the original owner of this body die? If he doesn't die, he shouldn't be able to cross it, right?

The labor pain in my head just now... Could it be the cause of the original owner's death?

Then you can't show any horses' feet...

Shirahara's fingers twitched gently in the wide cuffs of his hunting clothes.

Just as he began to think, the middle-aged woman next to him suddenly looked at him and asked:

"Mage Xicheng, what should I do next?"

After listening to the middle-aged woman's question, the middle-aged man next to him also turned his head slightly to look at Bai Yuan.

This unintentional move was keenly captured by Shirahara.

It seems that his status in this order is not low, at least these two people still have to listen to him on the surface.

What do I do, you ask?

How do I know?

Shirahara... No, it should be said that it is Xicheng style now, and I feel helpless.

But he reacted quickly, and replied in a light tone:

"It's going as usual."

He didn't know what kind of person the original owner Xicheng was, but he felt that his tone was a little calmer, and he tried not to show flaws.

Even if something is wrong, it is better than a strong emotion of joy, anger and sorrow.

"Understood."

The middle-aged woman lowered her head, then stood up, and clapped her hands.

Syllable!

The crisp clash of palms sounded.

"Attention!"

The middle-aged woman draws everyone's attention to her.

At the same time, her obscure chant rang out in the air.

This is probably what is called a prayer in Japan, and it is usually sung by a shrine maiden only during a blessing ceremony at a shrine, which means to pray for blessings from heaven.

But in fact, the middle-aged woman is not a witch, and her blessing is dispensable in the eyes of the West Castle.

Xicheng observed the middle-aged woman chanting the words in front of her, and from time to time she glanced at the middle-aged man beside her.

It seems that he has been fooled for the time being, but he still hasn't figured out how the original owner didn't.

You can't help but figure this out, right?

If you don't figure it out, you might be gone.

He kept watching, and soon heard the fanatical cries of the believers below:

"Master Xicheng, please bless me!"

"Mage Xicheng! Let those who enjoy a glamorous life suffer misfortune! ”

“......”

Fanatical, crazy, obsessive cheers.

Xicheng looked at these abnormal believers below, his face expressionless.

Sure enough, the people who participated in this kind of rally were missing something in their brains.

At least with their powers, things can be put aside for the time being.

But judging from the current situation, he can probably understand his positioning.

The leader of a rally in Japan, the unlucky guy who seems to be very popular among ordinary believers, was murdered by someone hiding in the shadows.

As for the blessings that the believers speak of...

Xicheng didn't care much about this.

The mere act of 'crossing' surprised him.

Could it be that he still expects the original owner he crossed to have special abilities?

This is inevitably too much to take advantage of-

Wait a minute!

Xicheng style eyebrows raised.

He could clearly feel some kind of air flowing through his body.

And... Seems like it's easy to control?

But only part of the air flow can be controlled.

Most of the airflow clings to and consumes everywhere, as if trying to repair the body.

"Master Xicheng, what should I do next? It's to continue to spread urban legends, weird events... Or organize the dissolution of believers? ”

The middle-aged woman returned to her place and asked.

Spreading urban legends and strange events?

Disbanded?

OK... Hearing the word urban legend, Nishiro Shikiki was able to confirm that he had traveled back in time to modern-day Japan.

But what's the deal with spreading urban legends and weird events?

Nishijo style pinched his chin.

You let him do evil with all his might?

This, to be honest, can't be done in the Xicheng style.

At least he can't bring in the villain character.

Thinking of this, Xicheng only kept a calm tone and asked, "Compared to that, how is the surrounding situation recently?" ”

This is a small talk, and Nishigi Shiki didn't ask about the specific situation, but only mentioned roughly 'what is the situation in the surrounding area?'.

There are many kinds of this, such as believers, urban legends, hostile people, etc...

Middle-aged women will definitely screen themselves and pick out the most important ones.

And he can also take the opportunity to understand his current situation.