Mo Yuan's hand trembled violently. Then, a tennis ball flying at high speed hit him hard on the forehead.
This is at a tennis court. For Mo Yuan, his level of playing tennis is completely amateur, but maybe because he liked "The Prince of Tennis" so much when he was a student, he has always been fond of this sport.
But now, he felt that strong burning sensation in his heart again.
coming!
His...sixth bloody instruction!
Opposite him, Qin Ziyuan was playing tennis with him. At this time, Qin Ziyuan, like him, was also covering his chest...
This burning feeling in the heart is extremely painful. Fortunately, it usually only lasts for a few seconds before disappearing. It is used to remind residents of the issuance of new blood instructions.
"Go back to the apartment." Mo Yuan grabbed the tennis racket in his hand and said, "We have to carry out the sixth bloody instruction."
Qin Ziyuan's mood was very complicated at this time. The difficulty of the sixth blood letter will reach a new level, because this means that once the time for blood letters is up, one can teleport back to the apartment with just one thought, which is comparable to that in the game.
Town Return Scroll. Similarly, the apartment’s restrictions on evil spirits will also be weakened!
…
Beishan Jinghuang fell asleep.
She always felt that her dreams were very long.
In the dream, she was walking outside the dark courtyard of her family's ancestral house.
When she was very young, she would follow her brother Jinglong, so she would not be too scared.
However, in the dream, there was no brother, only herself.
"Brother...Brother, where are you?"
Beishan Jinghuang moved step by step. Suddenly, her leg tripped and she fell to the ground. Just as she was about to get up, she felt a chill on her ankle. When she looked carefully, she found that a cold hand was grabbing her.
Her feet!
Terrified, she woke up immediately!
At this time, she noticed outside the car window that the sun was gradually setting in the west.
The mother sat aside and also fell asleep.
The surroundings are already rural scenes.
And she soon saw a sign in front of her. According to the instructions on the sign, if she drove another 3 kilometers, she would enter the private land of the Beishan family.
"I actually slept for so long..."
Beishan Jinghuang glanced at his mother who was still sleeping soundly next to him, and suddenly realized that she didn't even remember when she fell asleep.
She suddenly wondered if what she had said to her mother before might have been a little too much.
In fact, she knew one thing very well. Her mother herself was very repulsive to the Beishan family. She even chose to marry away to China rather than become a witch.
After driving for a while, the surrounding trees became more and more lush, forming a jungle.
To Jing Huang, this jungle is like the dividing line that separates the Beishan family from the normal world outside.
And here, my uncle's speed gradually began to slow down.
Jing Huang slowly looked outside.
Before she was eight years old, Jinghuang had been living in the Kitayama family's ancestral house deep in the woods. At that time, her grandfather made it clear that she would be the shrine maiden who would inherit the family shrine in the future, so he would personally raise her.
This was the only condition for my grandfather to promise that my mother would break the engagement and marry away to China. Originally, she would always live here.
However, the horrific experiences in her childhood made her extremely resistant and repulsive to this place.
"Have you heard? The family members in Beishan are not normal..."
“What does abnormal mean?”
"Listen to me...when someone is caught with something unclean, they will go to someone from the Beishan family."
"Isn't it? Real or fake?"
…
It didn't take a day or two for such rhetoric to start spreading in the school. But for Beishan Jinghuang, she didn't even bother to say anything more.
At this moment, my uncle suddenly stopped.
In front, a woman wearing a purple kimono, holding a lantern, and her hair in a bun suddenly appeared, standing in the middle of the woods.
Beishan Jinsi immediately stepped on the brakes, and the woman holding the lantern slowly walked up.
"Master Jinsi, long time no see."
"Hanabi." Kitayama Shinji asked slightly puzzled, "What do you want?"
"Master Jinsi... you are going the wrong way. Next, I will take you to the right route."
Beishan Jinsi looked shocked and said, "I, I went to the wrong place?"
"Yes. Occasionally, this kind of thing happens. Don't worry, my mother and I often hold such jobs. In the past, when clients came to our shrine, they would often get 'lost'."
When he heard the word "lost", Beishan Jinghuang suddenly felt a physical sense of disgust.
The memory of that nightmare from childhood resurfaced in my mind again.
"Hanabi, what do you mean..."
"The candle oil in this lantern is specially made. I will show you the way, sir."
"Then...get in the car, Hanabi."
"No need, Master Jinsi, just follow me."
Kitayama Jinghuang also recognized Feimura Hanabi at this time.
Kitayama Yuriko also woke up at this time. She slowly rolled down the car window, looked at the Heimura Hanabi not far away, and said, "Well, Hanabi, I'll trouble you."
At this time, Jinghuang suddenly felt a strong chill.
In fact, it shouldn't be too late now, even though she couldn't tell the time without her phone. But as soon as she entered the woods, it felt like it was late at night.
She looked out the car window not far away.
Then, as the wind blew, the trees continued to sway and sway...
"Lost"...
She still remembered the first time she heard this word when she was a child, and the first time her grandfather spoke to her with a very solemn face.
"Jinghuang, don't go to the sea of trees outside your ancestral home without the guidance of an adult. Otherwise, if you get lost, you may become invisible."
Shen Yin... is the so-called evaporation from the world.
This sea of trees seems to have really not changed at all.
Immediately afterwards, uncle Shinji drove the vehicle slowly, and Himura Hanabi marched in front little by little holding a lantern.
"Mom, what is the candle oil for the lantern made of?"
Jing Huang actually had some guesses in her mind, but she hoped to learn the truth from her mother.
The mother replied slowly: "You will know after you become the shrine maiden of your family shrine."
"Mom, is it made from the oil extracted from that 'thing'?"
"Shut up!" At this time, uncle Beishan Jinsi immediately scolded: "Jinghuang, who told you this!"
During this process, my cousin Kitayama Yuichi remained silent.
"I guessed it myself. There are some things that I don't know until someone tells me."
In fact, she was able to guess this point because of Aunt Xingzhi.
At this time, she remembered that when she was seven years old, she and her brother participated in the ceremony for Aunt Xingzhi to succeed as a shrine maiden.
That was her best memory in the Beishan family's ancestral home, but after that, the nightmare began.
Jinghuang was adopted to the infertile Aunt Xingzhi when she was a child, and was destined to become the next generation of miko after her.
At that time, she was completely different from now. She was very lively, especially at the banquet that day. She tasted the top tempura and sashimi dishes in Japan. I remember that at that time, my aunt told herself that in the Warring States Period, tempura was only made by daimyo.
Delicious delicacies that only nobles can enjoy, and the tempura she can eat is also made by Japan's top chefs. As for the sashimi eaten at the banquet, it is the freshest caught from the Sea of Japan.
Made from fish meat.
It was the first time in her life that she had eaten sashimi. The family's daily diet was very light. It was very common to have chazuke rice three meals a day, and occasionally some pollack, miso soup and the like. She did not expect that raw food
Fish fillets can be so delicious.
In addition, the family specializes in Wagyu beef. Japanese Wagyu was not banned overseas until this year. Before that, apart from Australia, only Japan could eat authentic Wagyu beef. She heard that the family has a special ranch to raise Wagyu beef.
There is also a secret method for cooking Wagyu steak, so the taste is even better than that of Kobe Wagyu beef.
She looked ahead. The further she entered the center of the sea of trees, the darker the surrounding area became. It was almost as dark as eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening. Now, she could only see a faint flame in the hands of the fireworks in front of her.
It looks like...
Like a will-o'-the-wisp, it makes people feel creepy...