In the middle of the night, the sky was covered by thick black clouds, which covered the moon, and it was black and oppressive, and there was no starlight at all.

A hundred miles away from Kyoto, in the middle of nowhere, on a mound sits a simple shrine.

The torii gate of the shrine stands quietly.

There were three or five pale lanterns hanging on it.

Inside the shrine, there is a faint light on the surface.

In the small shrine, a statue of a woman with a sword sits upright.

Red on top and white on the bottom, a girl dressed as a classic witch girl, kneeling on the cold floor, knocking hard.

While knocking, he prayed silently.

Lying deep on the ground, his cloud-like hair poured straight down and spread on his skirt.

After a long time, he got up.

When I looked up, my eyes were red and swollen, and my tears had dried up.

"Imperial body, if you don't speak, I'll take you as a tacit!"

She knew that God was gone.

The originally beautiful face was distorted by bitter hatred.

She stood up, picked up the white lantern hanging on one side of the earthen wall, and walked out of the shrine.

Behind the shrine, there is a flat land the size of several football fields.

The white light of the lantern shone underneath his feet.

The witch's heart was clear and clear.

Pointing to this moment, she still hasn't forgotten her sister's teachings before her death.

"As a witch, practicing the Dharma is nothing more than sincerity, clarity, purity, and straightness."

"Simple, pure, accessible to all things, talking to ghosts and gods."

"Hold these four words, never forget, do not go astray."

"Be cautious, silent, conservative, and don't get into trouble."

The teachings of the past still echo in my ears.

My sister's voice and smile are always remembered.

When the shrine was still there, it was supposed to be a forest.

Every festival, it is covered with ema with wishes written on it.

However, it was only half a day's work, and when I came back, I turned into scorched earth.

How can you not hate?

The night breeze blows slightly.

There was silence nearby, dead silence.

The flames that fell from the sky burned this place, and along the way, all the insects around it.

The clogs sank into the soft dirt, and the white socks were stained with mud, but the person concerned didn't care.

After walking for a while, I saw a group of villagers lying neatly on the ground, scattered around, about one or two hundred.

His hands and feet were tied, and his limbs were weak, and he could only barely crawl and squirm on the ground.

However, as soon as someone ran out of the circle, there was a yellow fox dog with miscellaneous hair, rushed forward, slapped it hard, and slapped it back to the same place.

Seeing the shrine maiden come out, the big dog howled twice obediently.

The villagers on the ground looked at each other in horror.

"Keiko, stop!"

Among the villagers, an old man with gray hair suddenly shouted:

"My sister's business was done by me alone."

In his weak voice, there was a choked voice:

"It's nothing to do with them!"

"Kill me!"

The girl didn't pay attention.

After a pause in place, she patted the big dog's head, and her eyebrows softened slightly, a little less aggressive, and a little softer.

Because this is the last relic that her sister left her.

The predecessor was originally a dog god who was refined by evil law sacrifices.

It was originally a ghost in the name of the Shikoku generation.

The owner placed the beautiful food in front of the pre-tied dog, but just refused to feed it.

When the dog was hungry and thirsty and struggled, he cut off the dog's head, sacrificed it, and discarded it far away.

Then, the dead soul of this dog will be haunted, and then it can be used as a dog god.

The thing left behind by the sacrifice of the dog god is the "dog god holding" to control the dog god.

The stronger the jealousy and hatred, the more it can strengthen the dog god, manipulate it to bite people, and possess people.

Her sister Junzi rushed to the local area alone, used spiritual power to transform, resolve resentment, and became a spirit beast Bai'er.

If it weren't for its help, it wouldn't have been so easy to capture the villagers.

The cold eyes quietly looked at these familiar faces.

"Mom, I don't want to die······"

A five or six-year-old child cried and sat on the ground.

His mother was on the side, anxious to shed tears.

"Spare my child, he is innocent, he doesn't know anything······ You let him go! ”

Bitterly pleading, like a cuckoo weeping blood, can make those who hear it cry.

It's a pity that the girl just looked at it coldly, unmoved.

At the same time, the other children began to cry.

The adults were begging for mercy.

"Keiko, Junko's matter, I really don't blame us!"

"yes, we didn't know it was going to happen."

"I, I've mended your clothes before."

"I visited the shrine!"

"I am related to your sister, and I know best what happened that day, it was them, the village chief, and him, they took the money!"

The last unfamiliar voice finally aroused the interest of the girl at this moment.

As soon as the lantern shone, it was a strange young man, looking at his eyes.

"Who are you?"

She asked coldly.

The young man, in spite of his awkward restraints, struggled to get up.

He was in a position where he kept a considerable distance from all the villagers.

"I'm Kurokawa Keitoku, your sister's relative, and the next governor of the Kurokawa family!"

He looked up.

"Your sister didn't have to die, there were many shrines that were washed in blood before, so I just came to her home to hide."

"However, everything was fine, so I took her home by boat, but this old immortal said that he was sick, and he relied on the old and sold the old, so he had to stay with his son!"

Kurokawa Qingde looked at the gray-haired old village chief over there, and stared at him with a cold gaze, so that the latter didn't dare to say a word.

"I stayed overnight, and the boat I had promised in Jiezhen had already sailed away, and I had to stay for half a day, and I ······ at that time."

"This old immortal, he sold our whereabouts for a little money!"

"It's this old guy who blocked us with people········"

"Later, your sister was taken captive and forcibly summoned to descend to the gods, and you will know everything after that······"

The girl is not good at discerning lies, but at this moment, her heart is as clear as a mirror, and the emotions of everyone present are clear.

"You, all! Should! Die! ”

There are few places, and I am really angry.

At this time, all the people present, except for this one named Kurokawa Keitoku, did not have the slightest intention of repentance.

In the past, she had seen with her own eyes how her sister took care of them.

Whether it's curing a disease or getting rid of demons, you don't ask for anything in return.

You must know that if you entrust an onmyoji to kill a demon once, you will need at least a few catties of white rice.

How much can a small village harvest in a year?

It's nothing more than pity for their hard lives, so they don't take a penny.

But how do they reciprocate?

En's enmity······ Because I'm used to it, it's a matter of course.

Sister, the end of not asking for anything in return is that no one takes you to heart·······

"The whole village owes my sister, my sister is gone, why do you live?"

I finally made up my mind.

The next moment, a silver light flashed between his fingers.

Everyone present, except for Kurokawa Keitoku, regardless of men, women, old and weak, all had their throats cut.

Blood seeped into the soil, and hundreds of people fell to the ground at the same time, gradually converging into a stream of blood.

A thick bloody aura filled the air.

Immediately, ethereal, melodious voices sang unknown ballads in the dialect.

It seems to be a praise, and it seems to be a light call, soft, with a little sadness.

The more I got to the end, the more depressed it became.

Gradually, the stream of blood seemed to be alive, converging at her feet, forming a shallow fountain of blood, bubbling and bubbling.

In the eyes of the spring, the figures of those villagers struggling and wailing are constantly visible.

The entire clearing began to show a faint layer of blood, especially on the witch, which was even richer, as if she was wearing a red wedding dress.

Fierce, dangerous, accompanied by the more and more poignant songs, in this night, even more strange.

"This is········ Murderous burial! ”