"Shiki-kun's connection with my stand-in spell has been severed!"

The White Mist Divine Son stood up abruptly and looked in the direction of the two hundred resentful spirits with a look of disbelief and horror.

The mantra of the White Mist family's stand-in.

It's a spell that can be connected even after death.

Nishijo Shiki, who obtains the Stand-in Spell, can transfer the fatal injuries he has suffered to the White Mist Miko.

Except for natural old age, it is impossible to die in the Xicheng style.

But now... Direct contact is broken.

What does this mean?

It means that the Xicheng style does not exist in this world, that is, it has died of natural causes!

But how is this possible?

Xicheng Shi is only a little over ten years old, how could he suddenly die of natural causes?

The thought that Xicheng might die because of this...

The White Mist Divine Son couldn't help but subconsciously stand up, wanting to walk in the direction of the two hundred resentful spirits.

"What are you doing? Miko? ”

Chisa Nishijo, who had been watching the white mist miko from the side, saw her movements and immediately pinched her wrist.

"I'm going to find Shiki-kun..."

The White Mist Divine Son looked depressed, and his eyes were a little confused.

If it's not for the Xicheng style, why are you working hard...

And now that the connection between the stand-in spell has been severed, Xicheng is estimated to be more auspicious...

"Calm down!"

Chisa Nishijo grabbed the White Mist Miko.

She didn't know about the stand-in spell, but seeing the state of the White Mist Mizuko, she also knew that she couldn't be allowed to run around.

"It's not a matter of being calm or not! Sensa! ”

The stubbornness of the White Mist Divine Son suddenly came up: "I am connected to Shijun by a stand-in spell, which is a connection that will not be broken even if I die, but now, this connection is broken." ”

She held out her hand.

"What does this mean, Shijun may have encountered an accident! How can I be calm...!? ”

Uh-

Shocked by the White Mist Mizuko's speech, Chisa Nishijo opened her mouth wide, her eyes flashing with incredible brilliance.

It was the first time she had heard of it.

But if it's really like what the White Mist Divine Son said...

Chisa Nishijo was also messed up all of a sudden.

She also wanted to go with Hakumi Miko, but Nishigi had instructed her in advance to take care of Yuki Sasahara.

Now I hear the sudden bad news of the West Side... Her strength was drained in an instant.

"I'm going to find Shiki-kun. He was so powerful, how could he die so easily? ”

The White Mist Divine Son didn't look back, and was about to leave directly.

But before she could take two steps, someone behind her suddenly spoke.

"I think... Xicheng-kun shouldn't have a problem. Miss Miko, your past now will add to his burden. ”

"Miss Future... Why are you so sure? ”

The affirmation in the other party's tone made the White Mist Divine Son couldn't help but ask rhetorically.

"Because the temple gentleman told me, it's that Beichuan Temple." Kamiya Mirai smiled, "Xicheng-kun didn't die, he just went to Huangquan." ”

"To Yellow Springs?" White Mist Miko and Nishijo Chisa didn't understand the meaning of Kamiya's future words.

When they reacted, they were stunned. 'Sighed.

Death...?

There are countless adjectives in this country to describe the Yellow Spring, what the Santu River, the land of the dead, the land where the sun and the blessings of the gods cannot be popular...

But taken together, these words actually mean one thing—a place that is extremely dangerous and not to be entered.

What kind of place did you go to in the West Side?

"No wonder the connection with my stand-in spell was severed."

The White Mist Divine Son muttered.

If Xicheng went to Huangquan, then it was quite natural that the connection between the stand-in spell would be severed.

After all, it was Yellow Springs.

It's not surprising that anything is going on inside.

"That's right, Xichengjun should have gone to Huangquan alone by now to find a way to solve the resentful spirits of two hundred people."

Kamiya was very sure about the future, and then she asked rhetorically: "So, why do you think Xicheng-kun didn't say hello to you and went to Huangquan?" ”

Why did Xicheng Shishi hide his trip to Huangquan...?

The White Mist Divine Son and Xicheng Qiansha were stunned, and then said in unison:

"Shiki-kun (A-shiki) doesn't want us to worry?"

Oh, yes... That makes sense.

Xicheng Shi didn't want to worry them, so he hid it.

But actually... Xicheng just felt that it was too troublesome to explain to them when the time came, so he didn't say it.

It's just that under the deliberate inducement of Kamiya Future, the White Mist Miko and Xicheng Qiansha Brain made up for the Xicheng style and didn't want them to worry.

"That's right." Kamiya Mirai nodded: "If you rush into the battle now, it will only make Xicheng-kun's hard work in vain." ”

“... But... Yellow Springs..."

Chisa Nishijo opened her mouth in some embarrassment and closed it again.

To the Yellow Springs... What is the difference with death?

At least Sensa Nishijo doesn't think that Nishigi-style can get out of that kind of place that makes people smell and change.

The same is true of the White Mist Divine Son next to him, who also has a pessimistic attitude.

"Don't worry."

Kamiya Mirai opened his mouth again and comforted: "Sijun, that is, Beichuan Temple, he once had the experience of going to Huangquan and coming back. ”

"Can you really come back after going to Huangquan?"

The White Mist Divine Sons instantly ignited hope, and their eyes shining as they looked at Kamiya Miku.

"Ahh Yes, you can. ”

As if burned by the anticipation in their eyes, Mirai Kamiya shrunk his shoulders uncomfortably before answering with a smile.

But whether it will work or not... In fact, she herself is a little unclear about this.

The reason why Beichuan Temple was able to come back from Huangquan last time was due to a lot of luck, according to him.

It is also possible to see how dangerous the Yellow Springs are from here.

But at this time, you must not show the slightest expression of discouragement.

It is necessary to persuade the White Mist Divine Son and Xicheng Qiansha.

Kamiya Miku doesn't like to lie either, but in order to protect the lives of the two, she has to do this kind of thing that goes against her style.

Can I come back? Xicheng-kun?

"The only thing we can do now is to stay where we are, wait for Xicheng-kun to come back, that's all."

“... Well. ”

White Mist Miko and Nishiro Chisa closed their eyes in pain.

They both resented themselves for being powerless.

But...

And they all looked together in the direction of the two hundred spirits.

It seems as if the gaze can pass through the soul body of the resentful spirit... It's like seeing the Blooming Spirit Temple.

The West Side style is there... Entered the Yellow Spring.

......

"Shiki-kun."

Suddenly a voice rang in my ears.

Ethereal and crisp.

This is the voice of the White Mist Divine Son.

It was as if she was right behind her, breathing alive.

Xicheng raised his head, turned a deaf ear, and continued to walk inside.

"Shiki-kun! Don't go any further! Ahead is the Yellow Spring Abyss... Go any further and you won't be able to come back. ”

The anxious and crisp voice of the White Mist Mizuko swirled in his ears.

It seems that I am really worried about the situation of the West Side.

Even Xicheng-style mind was in a trance, and when he opened his eyes again-

In front of him is a deep and bottomless abyss of Yellow Springs.

Below is the whisper of a vicious, treacherous wraith.

There is a feeling that if you go any further, maybe the soul will really be sucked into it.

Fall into the Yellow Spring, never to turn back.

"Let's go back... Let's go back. ”

Seeing Xicheng style stop, the voice of the White Mist Divine Son in his ears became even more urgent, crazy!

"......" Xicheng style.

He didn't hesitate to take another step forward!

For a moment—

The world is spinning, and everything is the same again.

The dilapidated Nitori Shrine and the scarlet sky.

"Is it a hallucination?"

Xicheng muttered to himself.

Everything was an illusion just now.

In fact, similar to the hallucination just now, the West Side style has been experienced no less than three times.

The voice of an acquaintance suddenly sounded in his ears, which made him subconsciously want to turn back at first.

But he relied on his concentration and forcibly resisted the desire to turn back.

At first, it was Rina Asakawa.

And then there's Sensa Nishigi...

And then there's the White Mist Divine Son...

Even Yayin Okano, Ryoko Okano, and Kitagawa Temple came again.

The reasons for this vary widely, but only one thing remains the same.

Then let the West Side style turn back.

The noise in my ears is getting louder and louder.

Even some memories of the past life, some people, appeared.

Nishiro Shikung couldn't hear it, and walked to the depths of the shrine according to the mist traces of Nisawa Baoyu.

Gradually, the sound in my ears became louder and louder, as if I was going to tear people's eardrums.

"......" Xicheng frowned, reached out and touched his ear.

On his finger, there was a bright blood mark.

It turned out that his ears were oozing blood.

Xicheng shook his head.

Didn't bother with his ears.

Anyway, there is a dead air that can be repaired afterwards, so keep it that way.

He continued on his way.

One-step.

Two steps.

For some reason, this time when he walked further on, the sound in his ears gradually dissipated.

In the end, everything is gone.

All that was left was the sound of his footsteps.

It's as if the whole world is left with only one person.

This made Xicheng Shi can't help but shake his head.

He certainly wouldn't think that would be the end of it.

He could even feel the danger of Yellow Springs... It was just about to be shown in front of him.

"Hey..."

Nishijo-shiki exhaled and looked at the pale white mist ahead.

The tingling sensation in his ears was just a small thing, and the most unacceptable thing for him was the pain in his soul.

Yes, those voices just now had an effect not only on the body, but also on the soul.

But even so... It is still necessary to go forward.

Nishijo lifted his feet and took a step forward.

The next second-

Arms of white flowers poured out from all directions.

Yes...

The arms twisted and wriggled as if they were living creatures and were clutching at the Westside.

Xicheng's feet moved, trying to dodge.

But who knows, these arms did not affect his body, but pierced directly through his body.

The next moment-

An unimaginable pain in the soul came out.

The West Side style understood in an instant.

These arms... It is something that acts directly on the soul.

And under their arms, Xicheng clearly felt that a piece of his soul seemed to be missing.

"That's what Yusakuri Misawa meant by her message?"

Xicheng suddenly realized.

As long as you walk into the torii gate of the shrine, it is equivalent to walking into the yellow spring, and your soul will be worn out little by little, and many things will be forgotten. ’

Is this called soul being worn out?

Looking at the overwhelming arms, Xicheng shook his head.

If you were to be given each of these things... Even if he has the soul of the original owner of the West City style plus two people in his previous life... It is estimated that it will not be supported for long.

Although there is a Futasawa Baoyu who can recover his memory afterwards, Nishigi Shiki is not willing to be caught by this thing.

But these arms act directly on the soul.

Even dead air can't drive these arms away.

Therefore, the Xicheng style can only use his own speed to dodge these arms that attack out of thin air.

But there are so many arms in the air.

Even the Nishigi style is difficult to dodge all of them.

With a tingling sensation in his soul, Xicheng-style stumbled through the group of arms.

"Whew..."

Xicheng Shiki let out a long breath.

The emptiness in his soul made him feel powerless.

And... There seems to be a problem with memory as well.

The faces of the white mist god and Chisa Nishiro in the memory seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and they couldn't recall it no matter what.

But it's okay...

Nishijo-shiki looked at the Nisawa jade at his wrist.

As long as there is Yuyu Futasawa in... When the West Castle returns to the present world, he can make up for the lost memories.

"Keep going."

The West Side style can't stop yet.

It's still one step away from the place where the fog trails guide... I can't say anything about giving up here.

But... The next moment-

The air in front of him squirmed.

In the Westside-style gaze.

The scarlet air currents twisted and entangled, and finally formed a figure more than three meters tall...

It's a wraith.

The bulging lump of meat has a face on top of it.

It was Natsuki Sasahara's face.

As soon as she saw the West Side style, she smiled sarcastically-

"Westside... You've been fooled. ”