This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple found what he wanted in the third small room.

To be precise, it is a note hidden under a pile of paper.

This note is exactly the same as the note found in the dining room of Beichuan Temple, and it is not much different from the handwriting.

‘Why should I review? I didn't do anything wrong, that guy Makie is a bastard, and even his parents don't know whose **** it is. ’

‘Sitting on the cushions all day long and not knowing whom to talk to, I’m just a weird person! There are no children playing with her, this kind of guy is not worthy of the name of God Zhu! ’

‘Why is Patriarch so partial? Am I his daughter? ’

Beichuan Temple looked down under the light.

No names are left below.

"This kid." Beichuan Temple couldn't help frowning.

This is simply being smart! This little guy wrote ‘The Patriarch’s Daughter’ on the paper, but he didn’t sign his name in the last place as ‘smart.’

What's the difference between this and the ear-stealing bell?

And opening and closing is swearing.

If this product was Beichuan Eli, Beichuan Temple would raise her hand and he would be so submissive that she would not dare to say a word.

For this kind of bear child, Beichuan Temple is naturally a little bit overwhelmed.

Beichuan Temple bent down and walked out of the low confinement room.

In the end, he also went in to see the confinement room, but the above review was just that the child accidentally kicked the witch's clothes into the pond of the shrine, and there was no information he needed.

After leaving the confinement room, Beichuan Temple returned to the intersection just now.

On the left is a tattered strip of navy blue cloth hanging down, I don't know where it is after that.

The right side looks like a large open space, like a large corridor, but it is not clear from Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple chooses to go to the left.

After all, the investigation on the right seems to take some time.

Besides, the time is not quite right now.

Beichuan Temple turned off the mobile phone alarm clock.

It's already six o'clock in the afternoon.

It will be night in a while.

Although the status of the gods in Rina and Asaoka Shi allowed him to investigate at night, he still couldn't take it lightly.

Asamiya Yongshi once said that night is the time when the seclusion descends.

Even the small Asamiya family will become extremely dangerous, not to mention the Shenzhu Shrine in the spiritual realm of Shenzhushan.

"How many kinds of ghosts and ghosts will you see?"

The eyes of Beichuan Temple shone with brilliance, and the voice murmured coldly.

He has never been a man afraid of challenges, and now this right sense of crisis makes it easier for him to concentrate and calm down.

It's in good condition.

Now he, as long as he doesn't run into the knife maiden, there is absolutely no problem in sweeping the Shinto Shrine.

Beichuan Temple held Jianding and touched it to the left.

He lifted his hand to lift the darkened rag away, and looked into it.

In front of me is a messy bookshelf.

A bookcase that had been chopped open fell to the ground, just blocking the road.

It's as if someone is blocking something.

and

There was an indescribable rotten smell in the room held by the bookshelf.

Beichuan Temple frowned tightly.

Just moved under his feet

Dang Cang Dang Cang Dang Cang

The sound of torture knives collided from far and near from behind.

Knife Miko? !

This is a coincidence too, right?

Dang Cang

The sound of the interrogation knife stopped.

Just behind the curtain!

Beichuan Temple was tight.

Even if he had the status bonus of the gods in Rina, he would definitely not be able to beat the Knife Miko.

To escape, you must go through careful calculations to barely succeed.

Beichuan Temple frowned closely, and his black pupils stared at the worn cloth strip.

His steps moved backward.

Dang Cang

Urging sound

Suddenly exploded from behind!

The other party has been behind him! ! !

When did you touch your back?

Beichuan Temple turned around and turned around in the air, and the man in his hand wanted to resist the attack of the knife maiden.

but

"Afterimage?"

Beichuan Temple looked at the figure of the knife maiden who appeared behind him at some unknown time, and his tight body relaxed slightly.

It turned out that it was just an afterimage of the knife maiden.

Opposite the afterimage of the knife maiden, there is the Patriarch with a heavy and sorrowful face.

He was wearing a black priest's hunting suit, with a trace of madness in his heavy and sad complexion.

"Failed, really failed the Shenhua Welcome Ceremony"

He muttered to himself, looking at the figure of the knife maiden with despair.

The Patriarch of God clearly knew that the bookshelf simply couldn't stop the knife maiden's pace.

In front of the knife maiden, a person like him can only be like a lamb to be slaughtered, completely powerless.

Rumble! ! !

The rain is pouring down! The blood-colored lightning illuminated the pale face of the Lord God Resident Patriarch.

He tremblingly took out what was in his arms.

Beichuan Temple can see clearly.

It was an enchanting and transparent flower that looked like luminous white snow.

It's just that the white flowers have not bloomed completely, most of them are still in the state of flower bones.

"Only by attracting the soul to bloom, can we suppress the disaster"

He looked mad, and when the knife maiden was about to approach, he took out the short knife, inserted it vertically into his stomach, and then pulled it to the other side!

Puff! ! !

The Lord of God in the Patriarch slowly muttered:

"Shenhua greets Shenhuaying."

The blood oozing from his belly spread out and stained the white flowers red.

But the white flower did not bloom halfway because of his blood.

The God-Zhu Patriarch just wanted to pull a self-deprecating smile at the corner of his mouth, but

Puff! ! ! !

The knife maiden grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it up strongly!

A person's head, Jiang Ran, was pulled out by a knife maiden like a beer lid!

The head of the God Resident Patriarch opened his eyes wide, and rolled down to the feet of Beichuan Temple with an expression of unwillingness.

Beichuan Temple could see the heavy regret and the resentment on his face.

At this point, the afterimages are all over.

But Beichuan Temple suddenly raised his hand and stabbed it back!

In the air behind his head, a black short knife was lingering in a heavy resentment.

"Is it the resentful spirit of God's Patriarch?"

That rot, like the stinky odor engraved on the floor, should be the odor produced after the death of the God-in-law Patriarch.

Unwilling to let him turn into a resentful spirit.

The resentful spirit of the God Resident Patriarch was dressed in a tattered hunting suit, with wounds all over his body, and it seemed that he was still abused by the knife witch after his death.

Beichuan Temple stepped on it, and it was set to fly between the fingers like a butterfly wearing a flower.

The sharp silver light glued it to the head like a mercury drop and cut it open!

The head of the God Resident Patriarch flew out again.

It's not that horrible appearance means combat effectiveness.

Beichuan Temple will receive the fixed amount of money in the hands of the temple, and walks directly into it without looking at the divine Patriarch whose grievances are scattered.

The Patriarch of God still came to this room before he died, there must be something strange in it.