"Is there anything wrong with the physical confirmation?"

Xicheng walked forward with a flashlight and asked sideways at the same time.

"No problem."

The pale White Mist Miko, who had already woken up, nodded vigorously, and then raised his black eyes with some trepidation.

She was afraid that if she said 'there is a problem', Xicheng would pick herself up again, and let herself experience the feeling that her soul was going to leave her body.

They are now at the bottom of the Valley of the Fog.

At the bottom of the valley there is a wide road overgrown with weeds.

It can be seen that this should be the road traces left by the white fog family's previous walking.

If you follow this path, you may be able to find a way to the fog peak.

"Yes."

Seeing that the White Mist Shenzi said that he had no problem, Xicheng felt a little regretful in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

He actually wanted to knock the White Mist Divine Son unconscious.

After all, he is a little more efficient when he acts alone.

But... It doesn't matter.

Nishiro withdrew his gaze from the back of the neck of the White Mist Miko.

Maybe some of the mechanisms in this Valley of Fog Hidden have to be touched by the White Mist Divine Son to have an effect, and it won't be much of a problem to keep her awake.

And—

Nishijo-shiki stopped and looked at the roadside rocks piled up beneath the muddy rock walls.

The so-called Ishijizo is actually the Jizo Buddha, and the roadside Ishijizo represents a kind of Japanese culture.

It means to enshrine the Jizo Buddha on the side of the road.

This kind of roadside stone basement is generally not repaired to the small offering hall.

Even if the offering hall is repaired, the height of the offering hall is only a small wooden house thirty or forty centimeters high, which is extremely simple.

There are three rows of hidden places attached to the rock wall from top to bottom.

Most of the stone statues are pressed with red cloth or wrapped around bright red cloth towels.

They were pressed together in black, and there was no expression on their stone faces.

But for some reason, the more Xicheng looked at it, the more inexplicably the expressionless stone face became.

"Is this...?"

Nishijo furrowed his eyebrows.

Child?

I don't know if he was dazzled, but at that moment just now, he seemed to see a child squatting on the ground behind these Jizo, with pale skin and no facial features.

At this moment, the soft and steady voice of the White Mist Divine Son came.

"This place... Buried the child of the White Mist family who had died before he was born. ”

Her eyebrows were lowered, her eyes were full of nostalgia, and her face was full of gentle expressions.

This expression made Xicheng-style eyebrows raised.

That's not quite right.

Xicheng remembered that the White Mist Chrysalis had said before that the White Mist Divine Son was the most perfect heir of the White Mist family before he lost his memory.

Could it be that the memory of the White Mist family has awakened?

Xicheng Shi raised a little vigilance and watched the movements of the White Mist Divine Son.

In the Xicheng-like gaze, the White Mist Miko slowly squatted down, and at the same time turned his head sideways with a gentle expression and explained softly to him: "Jizo is originally the thing that entrusts the thoughts of the deceased, and the red scarf represents the child who died before birth. ”

She reached out and flipped open the faded scarf, on which were densely written the dates of the year, month, day, etc.

"Because a child who died in infancy has no name, the date of birth was written on the red scarf, which means that he entrusted his deceased baby to Jizo."

"Really?" Xicheng Shi stared at the White Mist Divine Son and replied casually.

"Not bad."

The White Mist Divine Son propped up his body, his eyes were gentle, and his hands were placed on his chest, looking easy-going and elegant.

She seemed to notice Xicheng's gaze, so she raised her head and didn't shy away from making eye contact with him.

Her beautiful eyes glowing with brilliance looked at Xicheng for a long time, and a bright smile appeared.

Then, the White Mist Divine Son paused at his feet, and then reached out and rubbed his eyes, showing an expression that was not scratching his head.

She raised her beautiful eyes strangely and glanced at Xicheng Shi, and asked in a strange tone:

"What's wrong? Shiki-kun? Staring at me like that? ”

Seeing that she didn't know what was going on, Xicheng told the White Mist Miko what had just happened.

"I hate it, Shiki-kun."

The White Mist Miko waved his hand and said as a matter of course, "Haven't I always been the appearance of Yamato Nadeshiko?" ”

"It's not." Xicheng replied in a flat tone.

He didn't know where the confidence came from, but this confidence was unwanted, and of course he had to deny it.

“... Never mind. The White Mist Divine Son was half choked to death by his words, and simply turned his head in anger.

She obviously really thinks she is Yamato Nadeshiko!

"Let's keep walking."

Xicheng didn't bother to pay attention to her, and walked along the road on his own

To be honest, the entire area of the Hidden Valley of Fog is not very large.

It's just that everything is shrouded in the white mist, and it's difficult to even see, and from time to time, various monsters formed by the skeleton attack from the white mist, so the speed of forward progress is very slow.

Fortunately, there are always roadside stones on both sides of the road similar to road signs to guide them to the West Castle style, so there is no such thing as taking the wrong road.

"But it's still too slow."

Sen Ran's white mist condensed into sharp spikes in Xicheng's five fingers, directly piercing through the brain of a dog-shaped creature.

Blood clots were scattered everywhere, and dirty blood fell on the ground and made a 'sizzle' sound.

Xicheng shook off the blood in his hands, and manipulated the dead qi to absorb the black qi that overflowed from the air.

These skeletons and resentful spirits belong to different types of existence, but death qi can also absorb black qi from them and strengthen it.

Moreover, the skeletons of the same level will bring much more black qi than the wraith.

Let's take an analogy.

If the unit of dead air that Xicheng had before was 89 points, now he now has 95 points of dead air.

According to Xicheng-style estimates, almost 115 points of dead qi should be the level of the Nine Imperial Spells.

It is conceivable how much these skeletons have improved the Xicheng style.

It wouldn't be much of a problem if you could reach the level of the Nine Spells like this...

But Xicheng Shi clearly felt that the higher he increased the capacity of dead qi, the more weird he had to kill.

After 95 points of death units, he went to kill these skeletons that were only four and five spells, and the improvement was not particularly large.

"But it's still too slow."

Nishijo-shiki frowned.

Put aside the matter of hunting weirdness and improving strength for the time being, the most important thing is the current situation.

The white fog obscures the road, and the progress is slow.

Is there any way to dispel this vast mist?

Just as Xicheng Shi was thinking like this, a sad female choking sound suddenly came from the right front.

The vague and distorted sound was terrifying.

Atmosphere... It's getting off the wrong side.

It was as if there was a burning smell coming from the front.

There was a cold white mist in the air.

Let the white mist gods be dizzy in their brains.

She stood there and gasped for a moment, then subconsciously grabbed Xicheng's shoulder with her hand.

Such... It's a little reassuring.

She let out a relaxed breath

But... For some reason, the burnt smell became heavier.

And then—

"White Mist?"

A Westtown-esque voice came from behind her.

"Huh?"

The White Mist Divine Son was a little stunned.

This... Something is wrong.

Since the West Castle style is behind him-

Whose shoulder is it that you are climbing?

Bai Mist Shenzi swallowed his throat, because he felt that his scalp was numb and his hairs were rising!

She subconsciously raised her head-

The bruised, rotten eyeballs stared at themselves motionlessly...

The jaw that was simply slashed by the knife.

But the most eye-catching thing is really the extensive burned half of the body.

The black-and-gray skin pulls at the fishy shredded flesh.

It was only then that the White Mist Divine Son finally understood.

No wonder...

There will be such a burnt taste.