Chiba Prefecture.

Before dawn came, the morning mist was filled, and only sporadic starlight shone on the land.

There are also remnants of incense left behind by the funeral procession on the road.

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of wooden fish and chanting, and in the thick fog, a group of vague figures gradually came towards Chiba Prefecture, and soon arrived at the entrance of the village in Chiba Prefecture.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

In the shadow at the entrance of the village, there were two people standing at some point, and if it weren't for one of them making a sound, there would definitely be no way to spot them in such a dim light.

"Well, you should go and inform the village chief."

"Okay, then you tell the monks to wait here for a while, and I'll go back as soon as I go."

Subsequently.

One of them ran quickly towards Chiba Prefecture, looking panicked.

Soon, a large number of people from Chiba Prefecture came out of the room.

The figures in the darkness were so blurry that even those who knew them well in the past could not distinguish them.

"Footsteps...... The sound of the conversation...... The sound of rapid breathing ......"

Gu Xuaniao moved his body slightly, and his hand subconsciously put on his weapon: "Is something happening?" ”

When the bird sleeps, it can still hear the sound outside, which is a habit that the bird has developed for a long time, even when sleeping, it still pays attention to the sounds made in the surrounding environment.

Gu Xuaniao listened quietly for a while, and the surrounding sounds continued, and there was no sign of stopping.

Now.

Yingcao slept with the bamboo tube containing the pipe fox, and in the room of Chiba Ruriko and Fujiwara Youshi, there was no movement, so I guess I didn't wake up again.

"Let's get you to sleep."

Gu Huoniao got up alone, opened the window, and climbed out of the window.

Dressed in a black nightcoat and with a veiled hat on his head, he jumped onto the roof, and then followed the roof to a tree not far away.

"The lights are coming on one after another, is it a festival in Chiba Prefecture?"

Gu Xuanniao thought in his heart.

The sky was not clear, the fog was like a spring drizzle, and the bird only stood on the tree for a while, and he already felt that the clothes on his body were gradually getting wet with the thick fog.

At this moment, it was originally the time for everyone to sleep, but in Chiba Prefecture, at this time, the lights were lit up one by one, which gave people a strange feeling.

Gradually, people began to walk out into the streets.

Most of them are some old people, white as snow, and their bodies are rickety.

"Uncles, the monks have arrived at the entrance of the village, let's go."

A man dressed in silk cloth walked up to everyone and said respectfully to the old men.

"Well, Hiratsu-sama, please."

An old man said politely.

Originally, because of the dense fog and dim light, there was no way to see their appearance clearly, so it was impossible to tell who they were.

However, from the conversation just now, Gu Xuaniao still heard the old man call the name of the young man in front of him.

Hiratsuda is a village chief in Chiba Prefecture and a samurai who believes in tradition.

The clothes he wears are also meticulous.

Hirata led the group of people towards the entrance of the village in Chiba Prefecture, while the other people who lit the lights did not come out, but stayed quietly at home.

Through a papier-mâché window, she saw a frail woman with her little child clasped together as if she were praying for something.

Gu Xuanniao watched as the people faded away, then rolled up his sleeves, flapped his wings and flew into the air, his dark clothes like black clouds floating in the air in the dark night.

"I can't let her leave so easily, my daughter must have been killed by her. That youkai !!"

A woman's cry came from the ground, it was the mistress of the funeral house during the day. Her daughter was believed to have been stoned to death, and because there was no clue, she had to be buried hastily.

"Mie go back, don't say that again. Her daughter is dead, Matsuko is just a little different from ordinary people, and now she is about to be driven out of the village. What else do you want her to do? ”

A man pulls the crying woman back into his home and closes the door.

Apparently.

As in the daytime, the man grieved over the death of his daughter. But I don't want to hurt more innocent people because of something like this.

Gu Xuanniao gradually followed those people to the entrance of the village.

The monks had stopped chanting and just stood quietly at the entrance of the village.

"Lord Hiratsuda, what's the matter? Need us to come in the wee hours of the morning before dawn? ”

The interrogator was a monk in a pale yellow robe.

"There's a youkai in Chiba Prefecture, and we want to drive it out, for fear of angering the youkai and hurting the villagers. For the sake of safety, I had to invite the mages to come. ”

Hirata replied.

"Youkai?"

"Hmm."

Hirata took a few steps forward, got closer to the monk standing at the front, and whispered a word.

"If that's the case, let's get started. We'll do the work of driving away evil spirits and avoiding evil, so go ahead and expel that monster according to your own plan. ”

The monk replied.

"I'm tired of the mage."

After Hirata finished speaking, he took the monks into the village. They walked all the way to the south of the village, and finally came to a thatched house.

The house looks small, and around the house is a large barren field.

I guess this house was built improvised to guard the fields. After the autumn harvest, the world is barren, and the house is naturally abandoned.

Such a house should not be inhabited at such a time.

So.

Hirata led the monks towards such a house, and Gu was still very puzzled.

"Could it be that the youkai are in that house?"

Gu Xuanniao looked at Hirata and the monks on the ground, and thought secretly.

"Mage, the monster is in this house, and you can start reciting the exorcism scriptures."

When Hirata spoke, his hand was already on the sword at his waist.

He was a samurai.

In such a situation, of course, there should be no fear.

Hirata walked slowly towards the thatched house, then knocked on them and shouted, "Matsuko......"

Probably because it was still too early and the people in the room hadn't woken up yet. So there was no response.

Hiratsuda continued to knock on the door, and the voice of the shouting became louder: "Matsuko, I'm Hiratsuda, are you at home?" ”

After a short period of silence.

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