This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold - Chapter 506

Go down the mountain road, and then cross a small bush jungle, you can vaguely see the swaying dense lights through the gaps of the dense forest.

Through the swaying lights, you can see the outlines of all kinds of houses clearly visible in the night sky.

This is the truth

These houses seem to have a sense of age. The dilapidated eaves, some roofs and even the tiles are missing, only the bare wood thorns that are soaked in dirty water.

The ground is full of fallen leaves that have accumulated over the years, and only one ramp is clearly visible.

The ramp spreads partly forward, and then turns upward.

It seems that only walking up this ramp is the official entrance to the village.

Beichuan Temple turned to look around.

The dense forest around me was dark, the air was filled with a damp smell, the leaves under my feet were also soft, and there was no sound at all when I stepped on it.

Standing here looking forward, no one can be seen.

The same goes for standing here and looking to the rear.

Everything is quiet, only the light in front is still swaying slightly.

Beichuan Temple let out a sigh of relief.

He didn’t let Kamiya Miku keep up.

Let him come up and explore first… this has already been decided before.

“Go, Eternal, Makie, and pathetic.”

Beichuan Temple looked at Kagura Bell, poked the poor Nishikujo in the face again, carrying a backpack and holding a flashlight in his hand, stepped onto the ramp that appeared along with the appearance of Mu Chi’s family.

The ramp at the foot was slippery and covered with moss. Beichuan Temple looked for a broken branch as a support and walked up steadily, observing the surroundings from time to time.

“Ok?”

Beichuan Temple stopped and glanced at the pile of stones wrapped around the vermilion cloth strips.

These large or small stones are piled up, all wrapped with scarlet cloth strips.

Under these stones, there are traces of long incense burning.

“This is an ancient means of warning… Mr. Temple.”

The eternal voice of Asamiya rang in her ears, and she explained to Beichuan Temple:

“In the past, there were often lost travelers who broke into this dense forest. I don’t know when they would come near the village of this ancient family. But because there are some things in the village that are not easy for outsiders to see, it’s at the entrance. Stones were erected everywhere, and there were strips of vermilion cloth that were particularly conspicuous in the dark.”

“It means that travelers and outsiders will stop, and those who violate it will risk their lives.”

“And this has been preserved as a custom, or tradition, over time. Remind travelers that this is an area that ordinary people can’t step on.”

As expected, Asamiya Eternal Life, who likes to read books, is very clear about this kind of partial customs.

Beichuan Temple nodded, then lowered his body, took a small stone and took a look.

The stone was covered with wet moss, and the surface was smooth, with the faded color of the vermilion cloth sticking to it, looking like a dried blood spot.

“Go ahead.”

Beichuan Temple put down the stones and continued to walk forward.

At the end of the ramp, there is a torii that has slanted.

Standing here, you can see old mansions on both sides of the street.

“This is Mou Chi’s family…”

Death flashed in Beichuan Temple’s eyes.

For some reason, just looking at this seemingly peaceful mansion, he vaguely felt a sense of crisis.

The flashlight in the hand began to turn to check the surrounding environment.

Because these wooden buildings have not been repaired for a long time, the surface of the wood is a little damp and oxidized, and it is completely gray-black. Candlelights and human shadows seem to flash behind the white paper windows, but there is nothing there when you look carefully.

Of course, these are not the only critical issues.

Beichuan Temple looked around thoughtfully.

You can discover it at the first step into the village.

The village of Mou Chi’s family is filled with gray mist.

“This is Huangquan Miasma?”

Beichuan Temple glanced behind him.

The entrance torii is gradually enveloped in dense mist, and if you don’t look carefully, you won’t be able to see it clearly.

There is no need to say more.

Beichuan Temple continued to move forward.

But this time he didn’t take two steps, and his footsteps stopped again.

“this is…?”

Beichuan Temple just wanted to stretch out the soft fallen leaves under its feet and brush them away.

But the next second-a pale and deformed palm suddenly pinched Beichuan Temple’s wrist from the side.

Ok? !

Beichuan Temple’s twin pupils shivered, and a thick black death gushing out from his wrist, and while he broke free in an instant, the other wrist flipped over, and the shiny silver Kendō also fell into his hand.

He didn’t even look at it, so he just used Jianding Cut!

Puff! ! !

Wrist flies! The jet black liquid flows across.

Accompanied by Beichuan Temple’s kicking the opponent away, only then did he see this resentful spirit suddenly grabbing his wrist.

It was a middle-aged man, with no expression on his gray and fuzzy face, the only thing he could hear was his painful, broken voice:

“Where are you… Jinghua…”

“sorry Sorry…”

He scratched his scalp with both hands. Accompanied by the tingling sound of scalp tearing, his scalp slipped softly and at the same time dripping black and smelly liquid.

The next moment, the other party raised his head.

Obviously, he couldn’t see the expression on his face, but Beichuan Temple could still feel that the other party was staring at him bitterly.

The shrill sound of violent tearing exploded in an instant.

“Where did you get Jinghua?!”

Bang! ! ! !

The sharp sound went out like a candle, Beichuan Temple retracted the pitch black sledgehammer, and looked at the male resentful spirit whose head had been completely broken and exploded, he calmly dropped a sentence: “You have found the wrong person.”

Jinghua…? Who is that?

Beichuan Temple didn’t bother to take care of the other party, and took three steps and two steps to the place where he was standing just now.

The dead leaves have been blown away, revealing what is hidden underneath.

That is a photo.

Photos with a rubber back cover.

Beichuan Temple picked up the photo and looked at it carefully.

The picture shows a family of three.

A relatively young looking male and another female, holding the palm of their young daughter, are looking at the camera with a smile.

This is undoubtedly a happy family.

but–

“Zhu Zhiyin?” Beichuan Temple stared at the male and female in the photo.

A bright red mark can be clearly seen on the wrists of both people.

Thinking, Beichuan Temple flipped his wrist, and wanted to see if anything was recorded on the back of the photo.

But just when he wanted to flip the photo–

Patter… patter… patter…

He had completely lost his head… Only the empty spine was left and the wraith male grabbed Beichuan Temple’s ankle.

“Jinghua…sorry…Jinghua…”

No one can hear the broken syllables except Beichuan Temple.

But even so, the male resentful spirit still said sentence by sentence.

Until his spirit body drifted away, his regretful voice remained in the air.

“…” Beichuan Temple.

Seeing the black resentment drifting away, Beichuan Temple also recovered and looked back at the back of the photo.

On the back of the photo, neat handwriting is left.

‘Jinghua, real world, I will always love you. ’

“Jinghua… the real world?”

Beichuan Temple’s eyes flickered.

Soon he thought of what Mu Chi Zhenshi said.

Her parents had organized the Mou Chi family to come and explore this year.

Is it possible that the male resentful spirit just now is the father of Mou Chi Zhenshi? And Mu Chi Jinghua is the mother of Mu Chi Zhenshi? They originally came to this place to explore, but in the end they encountered an unresolvable spirit and died in this place.

And Mu Chi Zhenshi’s father also felt regret for not protecting Mou Chi Zhenshi’s mother, so he could only leave a deep apology…

“…” Beichuan Temple shook his head.

That means that he accidentally got rid of Mou Chi Zhenshi’s father just now?

But this is also no alternative.

It is also a pain for him to continue to let Mu Chi Zhenshi’s father wander in Mu Chi’s home.

To send him out of this world…maybe it was also an excellent thing for Mou Chi Zhenshi’s father.

Take it as the favor of Mu Chi Zhenshi telling him about Mu Chi Miko.

Beichuan Temple made up his mind silently.

If you encounter the resentful spirit of Mu Chi’s mother during this period, let’s get rid of the other party together.

He took the photo into his arms and planned to give it to Mu Chi Zhenshi in the future.

“Sijun, at your feet… it seems that there was something left when the resentful spirit passed away.”

Ma Gong Yongshi reminded.

“Oh?” Beichuan Temple turned his head, and suddenly saw the note left on the ground.

Beichuan Temple picked it up from the ground and spread it out.

On the smooth paper is a neat map.

The distribution of the various regions of the village is smoothly drawn on it.

In addition to the exit that Beichuan Temple just entered, there are two other village entrances and exits, which are about one or two hundred meters away in a straight line.

It can be seen that this map should have been drawn by Mu Chi’s father in accordance with his memory. Many of the contents on it are not so specific. For example, the residential area is just a few irregular squares, and then the residential area is written. I wrote a field directly and simply.

But even so…there is enough reference.

Because it crosses the residential area, the water intake and other places, all the way forward… it is the home of the family.

“If this is the standard…”

Beichuan Temple raised its head, looked at the road in front of which was hidden by the fog, and murmured:

“Probably walk forward for more than 20 minutes and you will be there…”

After all, this village was only built around the family’s mansions, and the overall area is not too big.

But apart from these, what Beichuan Temple cares most about is the vast open space behind the family mansion.

What is there…? What is hidden?

This is not even clear to Mou Chi’s father.

But only a rough guess can probably be known.

The place where unrelated persons are not allowed to enter… is nothing more than a place where rituals or ceremonies are held.

And in that clearing…there is the entrance of Huangquan.

Beichuan Temple folded the map and put it away, carrying a flashlight and continuing to walk inward.

The surrounding fog became thicker as he continued to walk forward. At the same time, there were strange noises from the surrounding houses from time to time.

Beichuan Temple turned a deaf ear to these things, he just carried the flashlight and continued to walk forward.

Huangquan’s miasma is getting denser… the road ahead is also a bit blurred.

There was also a gloomy sound of nursery rhymes in my ears.

“The cannibal kid, the drooling kid, came quietly and quietly.”

“Rakura, Rakura, there are corpses buried underneath.”

“Mou Chi, Mu Chi, life as light as thin paper.”

“Colorful, colorful cherry blossoms, with corpses hidden underneath.”

“Gu Lulu, Gu Lulu…shake and shake, a corpse that never speaks.”

“Blood also—”

“Flow! Fuck! La!”

The ethereal voice was from far to near, as if it was not far in front, and it seemed to be close to the ear.

This quaint and dilapidated nursery rhyme makes people feel cold just by listening.

But Beichuan Temple had an impression of this nursery rhyme.

Isn’t this the nursery rhyme that Kamiya Miku heard after using the evidence of the Mikoto?

Beichuan Temple raised his head subconsciously.

It was such a sight in front of him.

Dancing simple dances, holding hands… The children, whose faces were blurred by the miasma, are dancing around a girl in a pale white bathrobe.

Long sleeves fluttering and fluttering.

Simple dance that keeps on looping.

Innocent…but extremely cruel childlike voice——

“Um…afterimage?”

Beichuan Temple was in a trance.

In front of him was still the road shrouded in the miasma of Huangquan.

It’s just that there seems to be something more on that road, it’s a small strip of cloth.

Beichuan Temple walked over in two or three steps, lowered his body and picked up the cloth strip without hesitation.

There are slanted writing on the white cloth strip.

‘The nursery rhyme legend of the falling cherry blossoms. ’

‘Behind the mountain of Muchi’s home is a forest of thousand sakura, and beautiful cherry blossoms bloom every year. Going up is a piece of stone lamp and bluestone road steps, but the family never allows anyone to step on it. ’

‘It’s said that there are people-eating imps hiding in it. In order to suppress them, people were killed and buried under the cherry trees. ’

‘And these silent corpses are buried under the cherry trees and are used as nutrients to nourish the cherry blossoms to bloom more vividly in the coming year. ’

The nursery rhyme of falling cherry blossoms?

But what does this have to do with the proof of the Miko in the future of Kamiya?

Beichuan Temple frowned and thought.

The only thing to say…that is, Mou Chi Witch girl often heard this nursery rhyme in front of her, so she was particularly impressed with this nursery rhyme.

But how could it be possible for the Michi maiden to be sacrificed to the cherry blossoms?

and–

“Forest of Thousand Sakura?”

Beichuan Temple couldn’t help but look up.

But his vision had long been blocked by the dense fog, so he couldn’t see what was behind the fog at all.

“At least the way forward should not be wrong.”

Beichuan Temple took out the note and glanced at the route above.

Yes, at least the direction of advancement is not wrong. Huangquan’s miasma is getting stronger and stronger, which means that it is getting closer and closer to the home of Mou Chi’s family.

Thinking so…

Beichuan Temple continued to walk forward.