The people who entered the spiritual realm were followers of the Eternal Sacrifice Society, and they might also have the leader of the Eternal Sacrifice Society with a Nine Imperial Spell.

Ahead, there are mountain roads buried by heavy snow and living remains hidden in the shadows.

Under these pressures, the White Mist Mizuko set off behind Xicheng Shi.

The spiritual realm at night, the weather conditions are very bad.

The snow is vast, the night sky is cold, the mountain roads are winding, and there are all kinds of living remains coming out of the shadows, making it difficult for people to continue both physically and energetically.

Bang Bang –

The White Mist Divine Son, who was following behind Xichengshi, suddenly had an unstable center of gravity and planted directly into the middle of the snow road.

"It's okay. White fog? ”

Xicheng style looked back.

But in the dark and oppressive night, I couldn't see the face of the White Mist Divine Son clearly, and I could only hear her answer:

"Hmmm! It's okay! I can go far! ”

Her voice was full of energy, as if the cold night snow mountain road could not stop her naturally optimistic attitude.

This optimistic voice made Xicheng Shi can't help but glance at her.

This is really optimistic, could it be that the god son of the White Mist family has some way to keep out the cold?

At least his otherworldly physique, he felt a little chill after walking forward against the blizzard for so long.

But... It's best if the White Mist Divine Son is fine.

Thinking of this, Xicheng stopped talking and walked forward step by step.

Call...

See Westside style turn back.

The White Mist Divine Son was also relieved.

But as soon as this breath was relaxed, her body naturally swelled with a cold feeling again.

She is naturally deceiving Xicheng.

Having lost her memory, she didn't know how to use her body's abilities, let alone control them to withstand the cold.

Her shoulders and her hat head had fallen into small snowdrifts, and her snow-white cheeks were frozen dry on both sides, and they seemed to crack at the slightest touch.

The boots under his feet had already been soaked in snow, and the calf below was frozen and painful.

She knew that if she opened her mouth and said to let Xicheng Shi stop and let herself rest for a while, Xicheng Shi would agree.

But in that case, maybe it will give the Eternal Priest behind them time to keep up with them.

And it's just this bit of bitterness, is it possible that she can't eat the White Mist Divine Son?

His fingers were numb, his vision was shaking, and the White Mist Divine Son followed behind Xicheng without saying a word.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

The body of the White Mist Miko, who had already vaguely reached the limit, shook.

She had a feeling.

If this download fails, it will be difficult to get up again.

Maybe I'm going to die again—

The White Mist Divine Son stepped forward.

The expected cold feeling of the ground did not come.

In its place is an indescribable heat.

"......" Xicheng style.

The White Mist Divine Son was half-wrapped in his arms at this moment.

A thick warm coat rolled around her back.

"You can really hold on."

Looking at the white mist god who subconsciously hugged herself for warmth, Xicheng didn't pat her little head this time.

He had just noticed that something was wrong with the White Mist Divine Son, and he had already prepared to let her rest.

As a result, I didn't expect that this White Mist Divine Son would be so able to hold on, and he would have survived until now.

"I'm sorry." The White Mist Miko sniffled and apologized in a low voice.

To be honest, this is not the same as her original intention, but there is no way, the Xicheng style hugging is too warm - like holding an electric stove, which makes her say no, but the body is still very honest.

"I don't know why you're holding on."

Nishijo said calmly and continued to walk forward.

"Woo-" The White Mist Divine Son hugged Xicheng Shi again, and said weakly: "... Shiki-kun... Don't say it, I'm here for your own good. ”

Can this still be on me?

Xicheng pressed his gaze down, only to think that the white mist god was talking nonsense in a daze.

"I'm here for you and my aunt to thrive! I don't want to take advantage of you! Because my aunt loves you! ”

The voice of the White Mist Divine Son was a little faint under the cold wind of the snowy night.

“...？” Xicheng Shiki glanced at the White Mist Miko again.

This is the third time this thing has mentioned her aunt, and it is all about the white mist chrysalis who likes herself.

He was a little speechless.

Why did this thing want to match him up with her aunt so much?

"Don't you like my aunt too?"

Seeing Xicheng's appearance, the White Mist Divine Son only felt that his guess was completely correct, so he asked again.

"I don't like it."

Xicheng didn't hesitate for a second, and added: "If you want to talk nonsense again, I'll throw you out." ”

"What? You don't like it – wait! No! ”

When she heard the first half of the sentence, the White Mist Shenzi instinctively wanted to refute the Xicheng style, but when she heard the second half of the sentence, she simply confessed and hugged the Xicheng style.

It's like someone who has tasted the warmth of a stove in winter, and you want her to stop turning on the stove?

It's simply not possible.

But...

If Shiki-kun doesn't like Aunt Chrysalis... Who does he like?

The white mist god son's big bright eyes stared at the Xicheng style.

It can't be me, right?

Thinking about it like this, Bai Mist Mizuko felt his heartbeat inexplicably accelerate...

Ay... If that's the case, it's not bad to marry Xicheng.

This young man is very reliable at all times - if he really likes himself, he can't think about it...

"It's not you, indeed."

As if he could see through what she was thinking, he replied.

Then he looked up and muttered, "Sure enough... There are resentful spirits here..."

Yes.

After walking for almost two hours with the White Mist Miko, he finally came to the first location of the Fog Peak marked on the map, Otemon.

The so-called 'Ote' in Japanese mainly refers to the front, and Otemon refers specifically to the main door.

In other words, crossing the main gate, you can enter the complex of buildings in the Fog Peak.

But it's clear that this isn't going to make it easy to traverse the Westside.

The rotten and smelly limbs, obviously the eye sockets are empty, but people can always feel the cruel resentment in them.

The abdomen that had been completely dissected flowed with jet-black fluid, and the rusty long knife had human flesh and skin hair stuck to the surface—

This is undoubtedly the resentful spirit responsible for guarding the main gate.

Looking at the terrifying, disgusting, and frightening image of the other party made Xicheng-style fingers move anxiously.

"Shiki-kun..."

The White Mist Miko looked at the Xicheng style with some concern.

She was keenly aware of the Xicheng-style movements.

Could it be that Xicheng Shi is not sure about getting rid of this evil spirit?

It's no wonder, although the West Side style has always been strong... But this time it was different from the skeleton, and it was a wraith.

After losing her memory, she had watched movies such as "The Grudge" and "Midnight Bell" on TV, so she naturally knew the insoluble nature of these resentful spirits.

Why don't you just retreat?

The White Mist Divine Child muttered.

She didn't want to see Xicheng-style injuries.

Yes, there's no need to challenge what you can't challenge.

Thinking so, the White Mist Divine Son raised his head, intending to persuade the Xicheng style, and then-

Then she saw the expression on Xicheng's face.

His eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and although there was no expression on his face...

But it gives the White Mist Divine Son a... It seems like you've seen a friend for a long time?

Long...?

"Shiki-kun...?"

The White Mist Divine Son's mouth moved.

Is it something wrong with you or something wrong with me?

Such a terrifying resentful spirit, you haven't seen it for a long time?

The feet of the West Castle moved.

And then—

Boom!!!

The terrifying whimper of the wraiths exploded in my ears!!

The scene that made the White Mist Mizuko feel cold was displayed in front of her.

The wraith screamed.

It wanted to swing the long knife in its hand and slash the young man in front of it to pieces... But unfortunately, its limbs have been torn off, and even the lower half of its body has been trampled into flesh by Xicheng's foot.

An excessively terrible scream also came from the shriveled black mouth.

The wraiths let out cries of fear and pain, and struggled frantically.

Frightened, helpless, hopeless...

But even so... The Xicheng-style action did not stop.

His palm lifted.

A white hand axe wriggled in his hand.

And then—

Violently smashed into the head of the wraith!

Boom!

Brains splash!

The wraith let out a soft, distress-like scream.

Boom!

The wraith stopped struggling.

Boom!

The wraith never moved again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The hand axe smashed down roughly, sticking to the flesh and pulling it up, and then smashing it down again.

Goo.

The White Mist Mizuko's gaze consciously moved away from Xicheng Shiki.

Obviously, the Xicheng style is retreating from the resentful spirit... But for some reason -

She's panicking now.

......

The blood, bodily fluids, and even the physical body of the wraiths are all condensed by resentment.

And without the resentment as the dominant carrier, it will dissipate like air.

Therefore, after the Xicheng style was removed, there was nothing dirty on his body.

But—

"Huh?"

Xicheng Shi glanced at the White Mist Divine Son who was following him without saying a word.

Why is this ice sculpture fool suddenly so honest?

Xicheng Shi glanced at her, didn't think much about it, and raised his hand to take out the map of the White Mist Family.

The map is very easy to use, and many places are marked.

Now they are in the big hand of the White Mist family.

Go straight ahead, and the road will end up with a long bridge called White Mist Fengxie... Turn right halfway through to Hakuriji Valley Road...

"Then the place we are going to go should be the White Mist Temple Avenue, right? Ay... Odd. ”

The White Mist Divine Son was stunned.

Because there is no map annotation after the valley road that winds from the right of the Hakuriji Temple.

"The White Fog Temple is originally a secret place, and it is natural that carpenters are not allowed to enter, even if it is a surveying and mapping map, at most it will go to the Valley Road of the White Fog Temple."

Xicheng opened his mouth to explain.

Yes, how could the extremely secret place of the White Mist family be so easily allowed to enter by the carpenter?

"Compared to that... Let's go here first. ”

Nishijo-style stretched out his finger and designated a spot.

Over here?

The White Mist Divine Son looked at Xicheng-style fingers:

"White Mist Fengxie Long Bridge? The abode of the Children of the White Mist? ”

"Hmm." Xicheng nodded.

"Wait..."The White Mist Miko was a little confused, "If I'm not mistaken... Children of the White Mist... It should be..."

"It's you."

Xicheng replied.

"So this is where I used to live?"

The White Mist Divine Son looked at the place with the special marking, and there was something incredible in his tone.

"Not bad. In order to find out whether the white mist chrysalis at the Morimiyayama inn is actually your aunt, I think it is necessary to find out these things. ”

Yes.

Is the white mist chrysalis who stayed in Morinomiya Mountain the aunt of the white mist god son... This has to be clarified.

To do this, it is necessary to investigate the place where the White Mist Miko once lived.

Thinking of this, Xicheng looked at the White Mist Divine Son.

At this time, the always optimistic White Mist Shenzi was a little confused.

On the one hand, she wants to know the identity of the white mist chrysalis now... On the one hand, I feel confused about what to do after I know it.

But...

The White Mist Divine Son noticed Xicheng's gaze, she gritted her teeth and nodded, "I know." Let's go to this place, Shiki-kun. ”

If you just run away... Problems are never solved.

......

The White Mist Maple Pavilion is a long bridge.

As the words suggest, the long bridge is flanked by dark maple trees.

The maple leaves are even more red than the February flowers, and this sentence is not wrong. Especially in the White Mist House... These maple trees are even more bewitching like blood.

But that's not what Xicheng cares about the most.

At the long bridge covered with heavy snow, a figure was kneeling.

The figure hugged its knees and sobbed, as if something extremely sad had happened.

The large patches of ulcering skin and rotten flesh on its body have made it clear that it is not human.

The most important thing is -

"Is there a mechanism on the long bridge..."

Xicheng Shi glanced at the wooden handle next to the kneeling and crying figure, and muttered to himself.

That's right, the Fengxie Long Bridge has a mechanism, and the half-section of the red bridge on the opposite side is pulled up by ropes, and it is estimated that it can only be lowered by pulling down the wooden handle to form a complete long bridge.

The most important thing is - what you can see from the Nishijo-style view of death... That wooden handle, you should also need a key.

The handle can only be pulled off by unlocking the mechanism with the key.

"You stay here."

Xicheng Shi commanded to the white mist god beside him.

"Hmmm! I'll let you know loud as soon as something happens. ”

The White Mist Miko nodded.

She can't help Xicheng, she knows that, so she will try not to cause trouble for Xicheng.

Though...

Thinking of the Xicheng style spirit removal just now, she was still a little panicked.

"Hmm..."

Xicheng Shi didn't know about the White Mist Divine Son's thoughts, he just looked thoughtfully at the kneeling figure by the long red bridge for a while.

Is it about the strength of the Seven Spells?

After getting the specific information of the other party, Xicheng style walked over step by step.

Click, click, click-

It's a dull step on a wooden bridge.

Even if the Xicheng style approached step by step, the other party did not move, and still maintained a kneeling posture.

The crying voice tore through the air, one by one, making everyone feel inexplicably terrifying.

It's good, there's no movement.

Xicheng's heart moved, and he continued to walk forward.

One-step... Another step...

There was a heavy, eerie atmosphere in the air.

The snow fell heavily, piling up.

The crying is getting louder and louder... Getting bigger...

And then—

Abruptly stopped!

Xicheng subconsciously took a few steps back.

Because... In his eyes.

Kneeling and crying, twisting his head... Scarlet's resentful eyes were staring at him.

Yes...

The head... Twisted -

180 degrees!