Is there something in the body of a wraith?

And that wraith... Why is it so similar to the White Mist Divine Son?

This question is not clear.

He took one last look at the abandoned building behind him, then turned his head to look at what had been taken out of the wraith's body—

It is a notebook with a white powder background, the surface of which has been yellowed, and the edges show signs of wear.

Xicheng was silent for a moment, and then opened the notepad.

On the title page, there is Juanxiu's handwriting.

"White Mist... Masako...? ”

Sure enough, that resentful spirit woman was related to the White Mist family.

It is even possible that the resentful spirit of the Six Imperial Spells is something created by the White Mist Family.

Under the name, there is still a small line of print.

It reads:

The paranoid worship of 'immortality' is the 'thorn' that hinders the progress of the White Mist family... It is undoubtedly painful to get rid of the 'thorns', but we should not be afraid of the pain and always be in this 'thorn'.

"Worship is immortal?"

Xicheng muttered to himself and continued to look down:

First day in captivity.

Today is the third day I have been brought to this place. The other day's request seemed to work, and they decided to give me a pen and paper to write a diary for recreation. What day of the week is it...? I guess it's a Tuesday when I was knocked unconscious... No, the memory seems to be a little confused. But the Eternal Sacrifice Society? Is this the name given to their organization by the group of people who betrayed the White Mist family? Eternal Sacrifice... Eternal Sacrifice Ceremony...? Sister Miko...? ’

This concludes the notes on the first page.

But even so, Xicheng style got a lot of information clues.

"It turns out that the people in the Eternal Sacrifice Society are the ones who betrayed the White Mist family..."

And looking at this description, it seems that in order to obtain 'immortality', this ritual called 'eternal sacrifice' is required.

And Miko's sister... Here White Mist Masako should refer to White Mist Divine Son.

Xicheng style continues to look:

The second day in captivity.

'Why?' Obviously, everyone is a member of the White Mist family... Why do such a cruel thing? Even if you use the flower dew of the secret flower of the White Mist Temple, it will be impossible to create an immortal person to come out... Because this one's Son of God is a sister... Without the eternal sacrifice ceremony, it is impossible to become an immortal person if you take over the identity of the Son of God. ’

"White Mist Temple, this should be a location. And the Flower of Secret... According to the note, it should be what is needed to make the undead. ”

Nishijo touched his chin and looked back.

Third day in captivity.

Juanxiu's handwriting began to be disordered.

Today is the third day. The people who injected the 'Secret Flower Dew' yesterday are all dead, and their organs have been gouged out... I'm so scared! I'm so scared! Sister Miko! Sister Miko! Will I ever see you again? Can you get out alive? If I can get out alive... Sister Miko... Will you greet me with a quiet smile? And will do it for me... What's my favorite donut? ’

'I really miss you, that smart and wise sister who wears a quiet smile every day... I... I don't want my sister to suffer this kind of torture. ’

White Mist Mizuko? A quiet smile? Smart and wise?

Is this guy talking about the ice sculpture fool?

Xicheng opened his mouth, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He continued to look down.

Day 4.

'I was injected with flower dew today. It hurts... It really hurts. Even the brains will be dug out and stirred with a fork... It really hurts! Sister Miko... Sister Miko...'

Then came the fifth and sixth days.

I didn't write anything superfluous these days, but I just left a record mechanically.

According to the notes, Masako Shiraki was imprisoned in the basement of Sato's rental building, and was injected with a certain amount of 'Secret Flower Dew' every day.

Because Masako Hakumi is the younger sister of Hakumiko Miko, she has a certain degree of direct bloodline, so even if she is injected with flower dew, she can continue to persevere.

But that doesn't mean that Masako Hakuri is safe.

It seems that the thing called 'Secret Flower Dew' is a great burden on people's spirits.

The handwriting left on the notes also began to become frantic and hideous.

'It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! But... For the sake of Sister Miko! I'm going to put up with it anyway - huh? Endure? Why should I put up with it? Why am I suffering this sin? Yes... I understand. It's Miko's sister who is not good... It's Miko's sister who did something bad, right?! ’

'That man has done something bad, so am I going to suffer this sin?' ’

'Not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair! ’

The extremely oppressive environment, the constant erosion of pain, finally overwhelmed Masako Shiraki.

The West Side style flips back.

The handwriting of the notes in his hand became more and more illegible and hideous.

Half a month, a month, forty days.

The notes turned into an outpouring of resentment, and the dissatisfaction with the White Mist Miko was all expressed by the hideous handwriting.

Just when the West Side style was still thinking about whether the rest of the content would be like this-

There is a completely empty page in the middle.

Xicheng pinched the footer and continued to flip.

By the end of the note, resentment, hideousness, paranoia, and madness had completely dissipated.

Masako Hakuri wrote.

'I'm sorry... I'm sorry. Clearly... I can't think so. Sister Miko... But I really don't want to die... I really don't want to die! ’

'I want to see you again!' I'd like—'

Lengthy dashes.

Just when the West Castle style was about to look down.

only to find that the dead qi in the body spontaneously emerged.

It vaguely resonates with this notebook!

When he looked up again, the scenery around him had completely changed.

The death qi resonates with the strong thoughts of the notes in the resentful spirit's body, and it can actually restore the scene of the year.

Dark, damp basements, smelly rooms, yellowed bedding in the corners, buckets full of dung... and the Shawl Scatter... A girl with pus of blood on her face, body, hands and feet.

"Sister Miko... Sister Miko..."

She clutched her pink notebook tightly in her hand.

It was in this filthy place of captivity... The cleanest thing.

Masako Hakuki's eyes have lost their luster.

The only thing she could do was call out mechanically, breathlessly... One after another, they called.

I hope that person will come to her.

No matter who it is, seeing this tragic scene, it is estimated that they will think about picking up the girl who fell to the ground.

But before Xicheng raised his hand—

A group of men dressed in miserable white monk's robes broke in.

"Even the direct bloodline of the White Mist can't withstand the transformation of the 'Secret Flower Dew'...? It seems that this time it failed again. ”

Looking at the dying girl on the ground.

Someone sighed bitterly.

"Looks like we still need that guy... This is the 'son of God'. ”

Someone whispered an idea.

"Don't worry. The deputy head of the family has already left his back hand, and in a few days, the Valley of Fog and Concealment... We'll get everything we want. Let's not talk about that, let's get started. ”

The leader ended in a fanatical tone.

And then—

The shiny knives lit up.

Narrow laparotomy, small scissors for organ removal, small round knife for delicate work, narrow knife for gouging out eyes...

"Sister Miko..."

Masako Shiraiki, who fell to the ground, seemed to know the end she was about to usher in.

But all she could do was hold on to her notebook.

The next moment-

Blood splattered!