The moment Beichuan Temple stepped into the courtyard of the mansion, the warmth was stripped from the body, and a strange chill seeped into the bone marrow, making Beichuan Temple instinctively tremble.

The courtyard is paved with gravel and has a small pond, and from the perspective of Kitagawa Temple, you can see the cherry blossom trees planted at the bottom of the small courtyard.

It's already spring, can you see cherry blossoms again? ’

Kitagawa Temple can't help but think so.

But if you don't enter the Divine Residence, nothing can be done.

Beichuan Temple clenched his backpack tightly, the cold light in his hand faintly flickered, and the whole person stepped on the stairs step by step and came to the door of the mansion.

There was a sign in the center of the decaying wooden door.

The chrysanthemum pattern painted by the white stone pigment that has fallen off more than half of it.

Seeing this chrysanthemum, Beichuan Temple subconsciously took out the key that Fuyuko Asamiya gave him.

The white chrysanthemum pattern on the flat handle is the same as the pattern on the door.

"Could this pattern be a family crest?"

The so-called family crest is the symbol of a family.

"Japanese legend chrysanthemums drive away evil, and they are dignified and generous... So the question is, is this the family crest of the Magong family or the family crest of the god's residence? ”

Kitagawa Temple took a slight breath, stretched out his hand and simply pushed the door open.

Squeak –

The unpleasant rotten wood lengthened the sound.

A puff of dust kicked up and hit the face.

Kitagawa Temple fanned his hand in front of him, and then turned on the flashlight to look inside.

The hallway of the house is spacious, roughly about the width of an adult's arm.

Kitagawa Temple turned on the flashlight and stepped on the wooden plank.

Crunch –

The wooden floor made an unpleasant moan, and if you looked closely, you could see that the wooden floor was quite old and had turned black.

Ignoring the uncomfortable sound, Kitagawa Temple continued to walk inside.

Behind the entrance is a double-door wooden door, which Kitagawa Temple casually pushes open, and then you can see the spacious Japanese clay stove.

It is enclosed by a wooden floor, with an earthen pot hanging in the middle and a pit enclosed with square stones underneath.

This form is called '囲盲磏' in Japanese architecture, which translates to "around the hearth" in Chinese, similar to the earthen stove used for bacon in China.

Kitagawa Temple stepped on it, and the columnar light of the flashlight swept around with his gaze.

There are doors on the right and left hand sides, and in front of him there is a staircase that leads directly to the second floor without handrails.

If you want to investigate, of course, you have to investigate everything.

Kitagawa Temple walked two steps around the hearth.

In a corner of the hearth, he found an ebony comb with disgusting black hair wrapped around it, as if it had just been used today.

Under the gaze of the dead air, Beichuan Temple clearly saw the slightest resentment wrapped around it.

Kitagawa Temple's heart moved, and then he pulled his hair off expressionlessly and put the comb into the waist bag he carried with him.

When the exploration of the hearth was almost finished, Kitagawa Temple opened the gate on the right-hand side.

It's supposed to be a kitchen, but it's so dark that you can't see anything.

Before Kitagawa Temple raised the flashlight, the sound of the cold wind came right at his head!

He subconsciously lowered his body-

Bang.

With a crisp sound, Beichuan Temple raised the flashlight and looked back, just in time to see half of the blade of the kitchen knife covered with rust inserted into the jet-black door panel.

This is?

Beichuan Temple's heart moved, the cold light flashed in his hand, his eyes were wrapped with dead air, his feet stepped on the ground, and the whole person rushed away.

In the sight attached to the dead air, Beichuan Temple saw the shadow of the spirit body that was haunted by resentment.

In this regard, Beichuan Temple just didn't say a word, and wiped his arm across the other party's neck with a fixed hand.

Poof—

It wasn't until the moment when the head of the resentful spirit flew over that Beichuan Temple could see the appearance of the resentful spirit clearly.

It was a stocky, stocky woman, with an apron wrapped around her body, and another hideous blood-stained boning knife in her hand, but she seemed a little overwhelmed by her headlessness, and it took a while for her resentment to completely dissipate.

In the place where the nameless chef disappeared, something was oozing resentment.

It was a book of two paper notes joined together.

Kitagawa Temple picked up the notes, and they were in place for about five minutes.

But he never heard the system strengthen himself or gain skill points.

"What's going on?"

Something went wrong with the system?

Could it be that the system is wrong?

The resentful spirit of the cook just now should have been solved by him neatly.

Beichuan Temple groaned, then shook his head, not continuing to care about this kind of thing.

Anyway, the strength of that resentful spirit just now is not high, and even if it can bring itself benefits, it will not be very considerable.

With a movement of his fingers, he flipped through the notes in his hand.

'Things to buy today: natto, brown sugar, fungus, black beans, chicken...'

The notes on the first page are all about the ingredients or the seasonings to be purchased.

Beichuan Temple glanced at it and raised his eyebrows.

"These ingredients... It's all needed to replenish blood..."

These are basic common sense, and you should know without any medical knowledge.

Kitagawa Temple turns to the next page.

I saw that the yellowed notes read:

"Hey, Master Munakata went out with Miss Eiyo again today, it seems that there is a very important meeting to be discussed at the Shin Residence, right? Miss Yongshi has always been very good to me, at least in terms of food, I can't let Miss Yongshi suffer...'

The handwriting is blurred at the back.

"Miss Eternal? God's home? So... This is supposed to be the residence of the Asamiya family? ”

Combined with the white chrysanthemum family pattern in front, Beichuan Temple also vaguely guessed some situations.

The Anomiya family and the Shinju family did not share this three-story Japanese-style building.

This is just the territory of the two Nakamadiya families.

Putting the two notes into his notebook, Kitagawa Temple stood up with a flashlight.

Now that you've explored the kitchen side, it's time to take a look at the door on the left.

Kitagawa Temple walked through the hearth to the left gate.

But for some reason, the door seemed to be glued to the wall of the floor, and it couldn't be pushed open.

Beichuan Temple flipped his wrist and set his hand, he simply attached a horizontal cut of dead air, and then kicked open the wooden door that was cut in half but still cemented together by resentment.

Whew-

Kitagawa Temple entered it without saying a word.

A dark corridor came into view, and the ceiling above was connected to the two sides of the rope, and the miserable white imperial coins were sprinkled like shaking ghost hands.

There is a Japanese-style sliding door on the right side of the road, and Beichuan Temple will open the door casually-

It's more like a secluded hospitality room than a hearth.

The small square table covered with dust, the musty smell that makes people frown.

After going around the temple in it, I didn't notice anything, so I planned to come out.

But the moment he stepped out of the reception room, a voice rang out behind him.

"Fuyuko... Forgive me..."