Xicheng style pulls the handle down!

The entire surface of the Maple Bridge shook.

Then there was a rumbling sound.

The mechanism turns.

Finely crushed pieces of snow.

Then, the other half of the bridge deck on the other side of the cliff slowly fell, closely snapping into the bridge deck on the side of the West City and the White Mist Miko.

It was only then that Xicheng Shishi and White Mist Miko saw the scene on the other side of the cliff that was blocked by the bridge deck of the Long Bridge.

It is an old Japanese-style temple house.

With white walls and blue and black tiles, the iconic pitched roof...

Overall, the building is not large, and it looks small and chic.

This is the standard in Japanese architecture.

The place here is small, and the building is not atmospheric, so it is very hard to work in the fine place.

Looking at the past from the perspective of the West Castle style, you can also directly see the landscape sketch of red frost maple trees dyed in the courtyard.

Xicheng Shi couldn't help but glance at the White Mist Divine Son.

This small courtyard is very elegantly maintained, and it is not like the White Mist Divine Son can take care of it at all.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

The White Mist Miko turned his head keenly.

At times like these, her perception is particularly keen.

"Didn't do anything."

Nishijo-style replied blandly.

"Really?" The White Mist Miko blinked her big beautiful eyes.

She always felt that Xicheng style was telling a lie.

"I'm not lying." Xicheng-style head did not look back.

"Really?" The White Mist Miko opened her mouth, then nodded as if she understood, and patted her chest, which was considered plump: "It's okay!" Shijun has helped me so much, even if you say bad things about me in your heart, I will forgive you if you are humble, smart and kind-hearted. ”

Humble, intelligent and kind-hearted...

Xicheng didn't bother to pay attention, and replied without looking back: "I think you are ruthless and unreasonable." ”

After saying this, he walked forward with his feet raised.

I hope that in this place where the White Mist Divine Child once lived, some clues about the White Mist Chrysalis can be found.

Seeing Xicheng style stepping forward, the White Mist Shenzi also hurriedly took the conversation and followed behind him.

The crimson maple leaves, the path that is not long or short, everything seems quiet and easy-going.

But just by looking around with a flashlight, you can see that this is not a safe place.

Maple groves littered with corpses.

Rusty knives are stuck in the mouth, slashed into the neck, and slice open the abdomen.

The blood soaks into the mud and stains the mud surface dark...

Even the door of the Child of White Mist was knocked to the ground by something, and everything looked agitated and frenzied.

Obviously, something once happened here around the White Mist Divine Son.

"Do you have any impressions of these things?"

Xicheng suddenly turned around and asked.

The last time another White Mist Divine Son left, she said that when she saw something with a strong 'impression', she would wake up, so Xicheng Shiji asked this question.

"Huh...? Probably not. ”

The White Mist Miko touched his head.

The surroundings gave her a sense of familiarity, but it was difficult to force herself to remember.

"Really?"

Nishijo simply replied, not too disappointed.

After all, if it was so simple to get another White Mist Divine Son to come out, then it wouldn't be so troublesome.

He picked up his flashlight and walked into the small courtyard.

Just as Nishijo thinks.

There was indeed a fight here around the White Mist Divine Son.

The ground was littered with dried and smelly corpses.

The White Mist Divine Son walked over this way, and he could be regarded as having some resistance to the corpse, and at this time, seeing this scene was only a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"I'm going to your room first."

Nishijo said as he walked up the corridor next to him.

As mentioned earlier, the overall size of the building is not too large, so the rooms in it can be counted on two hands.

Bang!

Xicheng raised his hand and pulled the first paper sliding door next to it.

As the dust fell, the contents were also scanned under the vertical light of a Xicheng-style flashlight.

This is a study, and except for the dust, the contents are neatly arranged.

This is very different from the filth of corpses lying under the porch.

It could be the White Mist family

The study is small and has very little furnishings.

It's almost just a 'study' function.

Period-inspired staples fill the old black-lacquered bookcase with two sides against the walls.

Leaning against a paper lattice window is a desk with a Japanese cushion on the edge.

It's worth mentioning that... On the desk is a book that resembles a cherry blossom pattern on the surface... Something like a diary.

Maybe that's what the White Mist Divine Son left behind before he lost his memory.

Without hesitation, Nishijo raised his leg and came to the table to pick up the diary.

It was a journal that had been visibly yellowed, and the paper was even a little brittle to the touch, as if it would shatter when touched slightly.

Aside from this diary, there was nothing like the White Mist Divine Son's private belongings in the study.

"Is this...?"

White Mist Miko stared at the cherry blossom pattern diary, and it seemed that she couldn't think of anything.

"Can I take a look?"

How much is it still the diary of the White Mist Divine Son, Xicheng asked.

"Huh? Yes, I don't mind. ”

The White Mist Miko glanced at the West Castle style incomprehensibly.

She had never had a proper understanding of personal privacy, and she didn't care that others were looking at her diary - especially before she lost her memory.

Seeing her like this, Xicheng didn't ask much, and simply picked up the diary of the White Mist Divine Son, stretched out his hand and opened it.

At the bottom of the title page is the name written in Juanxiu's handwriting.

White Mist Miko.

Sure enough, it was the notebook of the White Mist Miko.

Xicheng's eyes flickered and he flipped to the next page.

On the yellowed notes, there is such a text.

The moment I was chosen as the Son of God, my name was no longer mine. As the Divine Son of the White Mist Family, I must give up the name that my mother gave me...'Divine Son' will be added to my name. ’

'But... It's too lonely. Even the connection with the name is severed from the family, and to live alone in such a deserted place, this... It's so depressing. ’

"Uh... There's a sense of subtlety..."The White Mist Miko stared at this line of words, and couldn't help muttering: "This handwriting is exactly the same as what I wrote, but I don't have the memory of writing this line in my head... Honestly, it's quite subtle. ”

"Look at it like this, maybe the White Mist Divine Son is not your name."

Nishijo added a sentence on the side.

It seems that being the 'son of God' in the White Mist family is not even allowed to have his real name.

"To be honest, I've forgotten about the past now, and I don't feel much about the name." The White Mist Miko stared at the diary and said, "Let's look at the next page." ”

The Xicheng style echo turned to the next page.

I actually have the right to see my family, but the more I see them, the more lonely I feel in my heart. When I thought about not being able to live with my family, I felt that this act of seeing each other was only adding to my loneliness and making me miserable. I don't know what Masako's sister and Miyuki's mother think. ’

"Sister Masako...? Mother Deep Snow? ”

The White Mist Divine Son was stunned when he looked at the name.

I don't know why, but there is always an indescribable emotion oozing out of my heart.

Xicheng Shi glanced at the expression of the White Mist Divine Son beside him, and remembered what happened not long ago.

Masako Hakuri... This is the younger sister of the White Mist Miko.

She was captured by the Eternal Sacrifice Society and eventually died, and after Nishigi dealt with the resentful spirit she had turned into, he picked up her notebook, which was also a preliminary understanding of the Eternal Sacrifice Society.

But the White Mist Divine Son didn't know all this, she looked at the words left behind in that line, and muttered to herself:

"I have a younger sister... I wonder how she's doing now... Is it still alive? ”

Saying that, the White Mist Divine Son shook his head, thought about it and changed his words: "No, she must be alive." I'm sure we'll see each other in the future, right? Shiki-kun? ”

The White Mist Divine Son suddenly named himself, which made Xicheng Shi can't help but flick his fingers.

He knew the final outcome of the White Mist Divine Son, and even the notebook of the White Misty Divine Son he still carried with him, but he was afraid of the White Misty Divine Son's mood, so Xicheng Shi never said it.

Because she has the bloodline of the White Mist family, after being caught by the Eternal Sacrifice Society, Masako Haku forcibly injected a large amount of Secret Flower Dew, and finally the immortal power of the Secret Flower Dew counterattacked, causing her whole body to be full of blood pus.

Before he could stand it at all, his internal organs were removed by the people of the Eternal Sacrifice Society, and his body was abandoned in the abandoned building rented out by Sato.

Until death... Hakumi Miko's younger sister, Masako Hakumi, even believes that her sister will come to her rescue...

For anyone, this kind of death can be described as inhumane.

Xicheng Shi was silent for a moment, and then looked at the White Mist Divine Son.

The big eyes of the White Mist Miko were staring at the diary in his hand without blinking.

Xicheng exhaled, without much thought, and asked rhetorically:

“... I know... Something about your sister, but do you want to hear about it? ”

He decided to leave the decision to the White Mist Miko.

Because this is a private matter of the White Mist Divine Son, he does not have the qualifications to hide it.

The temporary concealment may be well-intentioned, but it is difficult to guarantee that the White Mist Divine Son will not go all over the world to find the dead White Mist Masako in the future.

The greater the expectation, the greater the sense of disparity and disappointment.

At that time, it would only make the White Mist Divine Son more painful.

"Shiki-kun knows...?"

The head of the White Mist Miko turned.

In his eyes, he had the same smooth expression as ever.

But in that expression... It seems to be mixed with something else.

The more the White Mist Divine Son came to this time, the more acute he became.

She was silent for nearly a minute before she asked in a low voice, "It doesn't look like such pleasant news, Shiki-kun." ”

"Hmm."

Nishijo nodded without hesitation.

has already said this, it is equivalent to opening the skylight to say bright words, and there is no need to hide it anymore.

"Really?"

The White Mist Divine Son swallowed his dry throat, reached out and wiped his eyes again, and his breath sank suddenly.

After a while, her optimistic voice sounded: "Then forget it." I'll tell my sister about this when this is settled. Shiki-kun. ”

But anyone can hear that her optimism is completely forced, and her tone is directly lowered by many degrees.

The White Mist Divine Son actually heard a little bit of taste from Xicheng's words-his sister is likely to be...

But if she makes it clear now, then she will definitely not be able to suppress the emotions in her heart and cry out.

But if you do cry, it will be a complete waste of time.

The situation that there are resentful spirits in front and eternal sacrifice in the back has not changed, and wasting time here is equivalent to dragging Xicheng to death here.

She felt that she couldn't be so willful.

No matter how much you want to know... Here you can only grit your teeth and endure it.

"I'll go out and breathe, Shiki-kun."

The White Mist Divine Son left such a sentence and turned around and left the study.

She was afraid that if she saw the record of Masako Shiraki in her diary again, she would really cry.

"....." Xicheng style.

Whether it is the White Mist Family or the Eternal Sacrifice Society, neither side is a good thing.

In the end, it was a little girl like the White Mist Miko who suffered - her family was ruined, and her sister died tragically...

Thinking of this, Xicheng didn't waste any time and continued to flip down.

Page 3, page 4, page 5...

The white mist miko in the diary looks very sentimental.

For example, one day, the flowers and plants she planted withered a little, she would write some articles on the wind and snow, and for example, one day and one day it rained, she would write some lonely and sad sentences in her heart.

This looks like a sentimental little girl in the past.

The White Mist Divine Son in the diary always mentions his mother and sister, and occasionally the White Mist Chrysalis.

However, based on the description of the image of the white fog chrysalis in the diary, it is not easy for the Nishijo style to draw conclusions about the living white fog chrysalis and the white fog chrysalis hiding outside Morinomiya Mountain.

Originally, Xicheng Shi thought that this was equivalent to the miscellaneous diary of the White Mist Miko, and when he planned to close it, the content of the last two or three pages cheered him up.

I saw Juanxiu's handwriting written in the diary:

'I haven't seen my family for a month. ’

Because the atmosphere of the White Mist House has not been right recently. I later learned from the mouths of the various masters that it seems that there are many people in the family who do not approve of the use of immortal spells only on the Son of God. Among them, the voice of resistance is the younger brother of the head of the family, Bai Wuren... He seems to want everyone to get the immortality spell. And founded an organization of the Eternal Sacrifice Society? However, it was obviously impossible to promote the immortal spell among the people - there were not so many secret flower dews in the White Mist Temple. ’

And those who worship the undead are creepy... I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that their expressions are not normal when they look at me. ’

"Probably not, in a few days it will be the day when the stand-in spell will be transferred. If the head of the family had obtained the three wheels of the Misty Abyss, there would not have been so many voices of disapproval. ’

If it really can't be done, you can only run away with your family, and leave the White Mist house when the turmoil occurs. ’

Juanxiu's handwriting carries a hint of determination.

"White Mist Ren? The three wheels of the Foggy Abyss? ”

Look at these key words.

Xicheng's eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance.