The blue candle flame warmed up the plummeting room, and the cacophony that penetrated the ears diminished to a third of its previous volume.

The "people" outside the door are still tirelessly making noises and creating terrifying images, trying to achieve the purpose of deceiving the five senses, so that the people in the house can open the door and go out.

After ten minutes, the sound of pacing in the hallway was gone.

Just as Ruiji breathed a sigh of relief and was about to share some of the blank runes for the moon, so that he could do more meaningful things tonight, there was another strange noise outside the house.

A young woman's silhouette flashed, wearing a wide witch hat on her head, and the reflection was still a person with long flowing hair, but she didn't know what her face looked like.

In regional weird talk, everything except yourself and your teammates is like a blind box, and no one knows what's standing behind the door until they see it with their own eyes.

Outside the door, there was a strange tale of rotting flesh and maggots falling down with every step.

The other party stopped in front of the door, grabbed the door frame with both hands, and cried: "Someone is chasing me outside, please, let me go in and hide for a while, just a few minutes." ”

The young woman's voice was clear and moving, soft and tactful, and her convincing crying voice could not help but make people feel sorry for her, and wanted to open the door and let her into the house.

Riki and Moon sat on their knees around the candle, indifferent. The door panel was knocked again and again, and they didn't move a bit, holding the blank runes to be burned in their hands, meditating, injecting magic with their fingertips, and repeating.

The people outside the door went from sobbing at the beginning to crying hoarsely.

"Why so indifferent? Do you really want to watch me become a sacrifice to the priestess...... I have two mothers and daughters to raise at home, and they can't live without me......"

The knocking continued, and they responded with a new round of indifference.

Yue discovers a new blind spot and uses fire magic to heat the cold black tea in the teapot.

"I've heard that the priestess's sacrifice must be holy at the age of 18 at most, and the shrine's deity believes that the goddess doesn't like defiled offerings, and that a witch who has been combined with other witches can't be chosen at all. So what exactly is out there, it should be needless to say. ”

As soon as the words fell, the candle flame in the room flickered violently, and the sound of knocking on the door disappeared without a trace. There was no witch pacing outside the door and crying, and the strange talk of scaring people gradually dispersed.

Everything was calm, so quiet that you could hear your own breathing.

The strange talk should have been run away by Yue's words.

It was fast to midnight, and today it was Rij's turn to sleep for three and a half hours. She put down the last burned rune and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

The girl in the mirror is still so beautiful, so shockingly beautiful, it makes her stomach tight and her heart ripples.

Self-appreciation once a day has become a routine for Riji, and no matter how many times you watch it, it's hard to believe that this is what she is now.

The master bedroom of the owner of the hot spring inn only has a bed and a quilt, and the wardrobe is full of clothes and other daily necessities.

"The owner of this hotel doesn't look very poor, why don't you prepare more bedding?"

The month is a bit Bengbu lived.

Wouldn't it be easy for two young and vigorous witches with strong blood and vigor to lie next to each other in only yukata clothes? Even if you don't drink the bottle of Sakura Medicinal Liquor with health benefits, you will be forced to think about it.

It's all to blame for that damn delusion of adolescence.

Ritch didn't think anything was strange.

"Didn't the waiter say that the 'bosses' are eager to get the blessing of the origin and give birth to their little witches, and the two quilts will only create a sad thick barrier between the husband and wife, which is not good for the branches and leaves, and these arrangements have special intentions."

"After all, we're just 'bosses', so it's not appropriate. Good night, I'll sleep here tonight. ”

The moon walked to the other end of the room, where there was a bay window two and a half meters long and one and a half meters wide.

The bay window is just right for a person to lie down, and it was chosen as the best place to keep vigil by the moon, with an overview of the bedroom, facing the doorway, and the courtyard and the mountains in the distance.

The boss's room has several dross magazines that were popular during the Showa period. Born in Japan after the Second World War of the Witch War, it was all the rage, bringing a little excitement and fun to the witches who were confused and decadent about life after the war.

The more depressed the life of the witch, the more she needs such books and periodicals to relieve stress.

The cover of the magazine is a long, straight-haired witch wearing a kimono but showing her fragrant shoulders. The long loose hair just covers part of the shoulders, allowing the white and flawless skin to loom between the hair and shadows, with an unpredictable hazy beauty.

The witch has a slender neck, a delicate face, and an innate and charming temperament. A loose black kimono with gold or pink cherry blossom motifs embroidered on the cuffs and hem.

The proud feminine advantage undulates under the overlapping placket, and the fat swells and stacks just right.

She sat on a Showa-era sofa, her long straight legs overlapped, her wonderful absolute realm hidden under the kimono, and her shallow smile could already make people feel refreshed and her cheeks hot.

There's nothing to say, I'll rely on these magazines to relieve my boredom tonight.

Waiting for Ruiji to lie down, Yue repeatedly confirmed that she would not suddenly come in front of her, and then opened the dross magazine in her hand. The headline of the dregs magazine is to catch people's attention first, and the more exaggerated it is, the easier it is to attract people.

The covers are so exciting, and the content can't be plain and elegant, all of them tell the unknown secrets of some famous witches in society at that time, and there are countless contents that add oil and vinegar and fabricate, and none of them are articles in the sound sense.

The first article makes people want to read it.,Tell the story of the wife of a self-defense officer witch who is not at home all the year round.,And the sister of the self-defense officer's family who is still in middle school.,The family is a witch.。

The part about them crossing the line is described in great detail, as if the author had seen it with his own eyes.

“……”

Yue's lips were dry, and she drank some cold water and continued to read.

In the eyes of the upper class, dross magazines are not in the flow, but hotels and restaurants will have something for their guests to have fun and remove. The owners of the hot spring inns are not considered upper-class people, and it is understandable that they like to read such magazines.

The more she looked, the more she looked up, and she didn't even pay attention to when Ruiji woke up.

The magazine just turned to two large pages of photographs connected together.

A close-up of several witches in swimsuits on the beach in Hokkaido, wearing little fabric, sunhats and sunglasses, is another scene from the kimono witch on the cover.

It's really touching that there are such good things in regional weird talks.

Raising his head, Moon and Ruiji, who had just woken up, looked at each other.