Kitagawa found what he was looking for in the third small room.

A note hidden under a pile of paper, to be exact.

This note is exactly the same as the one found in the dining room of Kitagawa Temple, and it is not much different from the handwriting.

'Why should I review?' I didn't do anything wrong, Makie that guy is a mongrel, and even his parents don't know whose mongrel it is. ’

'Sitting on the cushion all day long and not knowing who to talk to, is a weirdo at all! There are no children to play with her, this kind of guy is not worthy of the name of the god at all! ’

'Why is the head of the family so partial?' I'm his daughter, right? ’

Beichuan Temple looked down at the light.

No names are left below.

“... This little ghost. Beichuan Temple couldn't help frowning.

It's just self-inflicted! This little guy wrote 'the daughter of the head of the house' on a piece of paper, but he was 'smart' not to sign it at the end.

What's the difference between this and covering your ears and stealing the bell?

And opening and closing the mouth is swearing.

If this product is Eri Kitagawa, Kitagawa Temple will treat her well and don't dare to say a word.

For this kind of bear child, Beichuan Temple is naturally a little unsightly.

Kitagawa Temple bent down and walked out of the low confinement room.

In the end, he went in to see the confinement room, but the review above was just that the child accidentally kicked the shrine maiden's clothes into the pond of the shrine, and there was no information he needed at all.

Out of the confinement room, Kitagawa Temple returned to the intersection just now.

On the left was a strip of dark blue cloth that fell in tatters, and I don't know where it was.

On the right, it looks like a large public space, like a large corridor, but it is not clear from Kitagawa Temple.

Kitagawa Temple chooses to go to the left.

After all, it seems that it will take some time to investigate on the right.

Besides, the timing is not quite right.

Kitagawa Temple turned off the alarm clock on the mobile phone.

It's already six o'clock in the afternoon.

In a little while it will be night.

Although the state of Rina and Asaoka Shi allows him to investigate at night, he still can't be taken lightly.

Asamiya Yongyo once said that the night is the time when the world comes.

Even the small Magong family will become extremely dangerous, not to mention the shrine of the god in the spiritual realm of the god residence mountain.

"How many kinds of ghosts and spirits will you see?"

Kitagawa Temple's eyes shone with brilliance, and his voice muttered coldly.

He has never been a man who is afraid of challenges, and now this just right sense of crisis makes it easier for him to concentrate and calm down.

In good condition.

Now, as long as he doesn't run into a knife witch, there is absolutely no problem in sweeping the shrine.

Kitagawa Temple carried Kaneda and touched it to the left.

He lifted his hand to lift the blackened rag and looked into it.

In front of me were messy bookshelves.

One of the bookshelves that had been split fell to the ground on its side, just blocking the road.

It's as if someone is blocking something.

And—

An indescribable stench of decay came from the room resting against the bookshelves.

Kitagawaji's eyebrows furrowed.

As soon as his feet moved—

When... When... When...

The sound of the clashing knives came from behind him, from far and near.

Knife shrine maiden?!

It's too coincidental, isn't it?

When—

The sound of torture knives stopped.

Just behind the curtain!

Kitagawa Temple tensed.

Even if he has the status bonus of Rina Divine Residence, he will definitely not be able to defeat the Knife Maiden.

If you want to escape, you have to go through careful calculations to barely succeed.

Kitagawa Temple frowned, and his black eyes stared at the shabby strip of cloth.

His steps moved backwards.

When—

The sound of urging -

Suddenly it explodes from behind!

The other party has been behind him!!

When did you touch the back of your body?

Kitagawa Temple turned around, his body turned in the air, and the Kaneji in his hand wanted to resist the attack of the sword witch.

But—

"Afterimage?"

Kitagawa Temple looked at the figure of the knife witch who appeared behind him at some point, and his tense body relaxed slightly.

It turned out to be nothing more than an afterimage of a sword witch.

Opposite the remnant of the sword shrine maiden is the head of the house with a heavy face full of grief.

He was dressed in a black priest's hunting suit, and there was a hint of madness in his heavy and grief-stricken face.

"Failed... Really failed... Divine Flower Welcoming Ceremony..."

He muttered to himself, looking at the figure of the Knife Maiden with despair.

The head of the god-resident family clearly knew that the bookshelf couldn't stop the pace of the knife witch at all.

In front of the sword witch, a person like him can only be like a lamb to the slaughter, powerless at all.

Thundered!!!

Heavy rain is falling! Blood-colored lightning illuminated the pale face of the head of the god's house.

He shuddered as he took out the contents of his arms.

Kitagawa Temple saw clearly.

It was a bewishing flower that was like a glowing white snow, and the whole body was transparent.

It's just that the white flowers are not fully blooming, and most of them are still in the state of flower bones.

"Only when the soul-attracting flowers bloom can the calamity be suppressed..."

With a frantic look on his face, he took out his short knife as the Knife Maiden approached, plunged it vertically into his stomach, and then pulled it sideways to the other side!

Poof!!

The head of the divine residence slowly muttered:

"Divine Flowers... Divine Flower... Greet. ”

The blood oozing from his belly spread out and stained the white flowers.

But the white flower did not bloom half a point because of his blood.

The corner of the god's mouth just wanted to pull out a self-deprecating smile, but—

Poof!!!

The Knife Miko grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it upwards with all her might!

A person's head Jiang Ran was pulled out like a beer lid by the knife witch!

The head of the god-resident family opened wide-eyed, and with an expression full of unwillingness, he rolled down to the feet of Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple could see the heavy remorse on his face and the unwillingness like a curse.

At this point, the afterimages are all over.

But Beichuan Temple suddenly raised his hand and stabbed it backwards!

In the air behind his head, a jet-black dagger was haunting with a heavy resentment.

"Is God residing in the spirit of the head of the house?"

The rotten, like the stench carved into the floor, should be the stench produced by the death of the god-resident master.

Heavy is unwilling to let him turn into a resentful spirit.

The resentful spirit of the head of the house is dressed in tattered hunting clothes, covered in wounds, and seems to be still abused by the sword witch after death.

As soon as you step on the foot of Beichuan Temple, you will be sure to fly between your fingers like a butterfly wearing flowers.

The sharp silver light glued it to the skull like mercury poured on the ground!

The head of the god-resident family head flew out again.

It's not that the appearance of horror represents combat effectiveness.

Beichuan Temple put it in his hands, and he didn't look at the head of the god who was scattered and walked directly inside.

The head of the divine house has to come to this room before he dies, and there must be something strange in it.