"Where is this?"

Xicheng-style eyes scanned.

He let go of the rope of the wooden bridge and jumped to the left, not in a random direction.

Rather, it was because he had discovered a part of the protrusion hidden under the thick rock wall.

This protrusion formed a small platform of about ten square meters, which was enough for him and the White Mist Divine Son.

He had planned to take refuge from the platform for a while, but it wasn't until he got a foothold and landed on the platform that he realized that the platform was not a natural formation.

In front of him was a secluded, unknown path leading to the entrance of the cave.

On either side are braziers with blackened wooden supports.

These are all traces of people who have been active here.

What are they doing here?

What's hidden here...?

Nishijo-shiki thought in his head and lifted the flashlight.

The vertical light shines inward.

But what is incomprehensible is that the light of the bright flashlight is completely cut off by the darkness just by shooting into it.

The West Castle style stands on this side.

The entrance to the cave is over there.

The front and back sides are neatly separated as if they were two worlds.

At this moment, the White Mist Divine Son finally relieved himself.

She looked at the hole and subconsciously said a noun in her mouth:

"The land of the first mound..."

"Huh?"

Listening to the unconscious lines of the White Mist Divine Son, Xicheng subconsciously turned his head to look at her, and asked directly, "Do you know what kind of place this is?" ”

"Huh? I...? Ay...? Wrong... How do I know where this is? What exactly...? ”

The White Mist Divine Son showed a confused look on his face, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that she looked a little shaky, Xicheng Shi walked over and supported her without hesitation.

The next moment.

"Thank you very much, Shiki-kun."

The White Mist Mizuko grasped the Xicheng-style palm and stood firm.

She raised her head, and her delicate and beautiful face was calm and indifferent.

The gentle and gentle temperament is like a sudden change of person.

Looking at such a white mist divine son, Xicheng Shi took two steps back, and his voice was slightly lowered: "Who are you?" ”

The White Mist Miko seems to have reappeared in the same symptoms as when he was in the stone Jizo on the side of the road.

“... Who am I... It doesn't matter. The White Mist Miko looked at Xicheng Shishi with a soft gaze: "In fact, even if you know who I am, it won't help you for the rest of the trip-"

Before the other party finished speaking, Xicheng Shi had already interrupted expressionlessly:

"If you insist on not telling me who you are, then I will force you to say it."

When he finished saying this, he also added in passing:

"Or do you really think it's useful to say something that sounds like something out of a game or a movie?"

Speak half hide half hide.

To be honest, the West Side style is the most annoying plot in games or movies.

If you want to say it, you can say it, and if you don't say it, I will force you to say it.

That's what it means.

The last thing Xicheng dislikes is people who don't speak straightforwardly.

"No, you won't, Shiki-kun. I know you. Although he was suddenly interrupted by the Xicheng style, the white mist god was stunned.

But she didn't care.

Xicheng is not the kind of person who is good at violence.

"I know you, Shi-kun, you're not that kind of person."

The White Mist Divine Son said firmly.

There was an inexplicable sparkle in those big eyes, which made her look mysterious.

And then—

Then she was grabbed by Xicheng Shishi's direct reach.

Belch...

The White Mist Divine Son opened his mouth, and his eyes flashed with incomprehensible colors:

"Shiki-kun?"

Xicheng Shishi ignored it and tore a dry wooden stick from the rock wall next to it.

Ay???

The White Mist Divine Son's eyes widened, and he spoke in disbelief:

"Shiki-kun?"

Xicheng Shiki's face was expressionless, and he squeezed the wooden strip into his hand.

Well?!!

"What do you want to do?"

The expressions of the White Mist Miko Yamato Nadeshiko could no longer hold back.

The next moment...

It's the sound of a wooden stick flicking on your ass.

......

"That is to say... You are also the Divine Son of the White Mist? ”

Xicheng looked at the white mist miko in front of him, who was still sitting upright even if his buttocks were swollen, and asked calmly.

"Hmm." The White Mist Divine Son didn't dare to make a fool of himself: "But this statement is not accurate enough... I'm really just a memory in my own head. ”

"Residual memories?"

Xicheng took out the kettle and took a sip, then handed it to the White Mist Miko.

"Thank you very much." The White Mist Divine Son in this state is very polite, and he is not like the usual White Mist Divine Son, who lacks a root in his head.

She took a sip of the kettle before continuing, "I'm just a memory left in my heart..."

"Although my own memory is swallowed up by the immortal white mist, it is difficult to swallow the 'impression' and 'common sense' of something."

The White Mist Divine Son raised a finger and said in a calm tone:

"For example, it's like another protagonist in a little yellow book that I read a lot."

"Not only was the protagonist hit by a car, but he also forgot the memories of the first half of his life... But it's just forgetting the memories of the first half of life. Basic 'common sense' and 'impressions' such as how to use chopsticks and how to speak are still in his mind. ”

Her vivid metaphor made Xicheng Shi roughly understand the state of the other party.

In other words, this White Mist Divine Son is equivalent to the original White Mist Divine Son's impression or common sense.

"I was once cut in the neck with a knife... Burning charcoal with a raging fire... These strong and indelible impressions remain in the mind of another me, and after entering the old site of the White Mist, the impressions in my mind are awakened, and a pseudo-personality is formed, which is the current me. ”

The White Mist Divine Son respectfully held the kettle in both hands and handed it back, and then added in a soft and glutinous voice:

"There's only one way to show up... It's about being exposed to something that impresses me strongly with another me. ”

"Really...?"

Xicheng Shi probably understood, and then he raised his head again: "You said just now, this is the place of the first mound... What does that mean? ”

The White Mist Divine Son in front of him obviously knew what kind of place this was, so of course he had to ask clearly.

Listening to Xicheng's question, the White Mist Divine Son did not rush to answer, but asked rhetorically: "What can you think of from the term 'Land of the First Mound' alone?" Shiki-kun? ”

What comes to mind?

Xicheng pinched his chin and raised his head after a while:

"Where the head is buried."

Yes.

In Japanese, 'shou' means skull, head.

And the mound is directly translated and has the meaning of 'grave, mound'.

Just looking at the meaning, it is indeed 'a place where the head is buried'.