This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple broke free from the opponent's shackles, stepped forward, then lowered his body, hugged Asamiya Natsuki's head with both hands, and slammed his knees hard on the opponent's face!

Boom! ! ! !

The spirit body exploded!

Countless black mist overflowed from Beichuan Temple's fingers.

But the black mist didn't just disappear.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, the black mist squirmed for a while, and unexpectedly formed a complete Asamiya Nayuelai.

It's just that this Asamiya Natsuki is much more illusory than before.

But the next moment, the Kanesada in Kitagawa Temple's hand had already scratched the opponent's neck.

The spirit body splashed again——

But Asamiya Natsuki still didn't disappear, and the black air squirmed again.

Bei Chuanji saw the timing, and when she was almost fully formed, Kanesada shone with a faint silver light, and cut open the opponent's neck.

This process was repeated almost three times before Asamiya Natsuki wailed, and a look of relief appeared on her pale and deformed face.

She sighed in a distant voice:

"Liang—you're finally here."

Asamiya Natsuki was still waiting for the man named Liang to come before she died, but until she died full of resentment, that Liang did not come.

When Asamiya Natsuki's broken syllable fell, the strong resentment also dissipated——

Nishi Kujo felt sorry for this little guy who jumped out and seemed to want to absorb these resentments that were visible to the naked eye, but those resentments seemed to be completely unattracted by pity, seeping into the floor and disappearing.

"Perhaps this is the reason why the system does not settle." Beichuan Temple rubbed his fingers.

Could it be that there is something hidden under the tatami that can absorb resentment?

Beichuan Temple groped around the tatami mat——

"It should be here."

Beichuan Temple snapped his fingers and lifted the tatami.

Under the tatami mats, there are several partitioned hollow spaces, which are used by some Japanese as storage.

Some of Asamiya Natsuki's personal belongings can be seen in the hollow partition.

But apart from an old diary with a water pattern cover and a few well-preserved kimonos, Beichuan Temple could no longer find any items similar to absorbing resentment.

Just to be on the safe side, Beichuan Temple even asked Xi Kujo to go around for a while, and after finding nothing else, Beichuan Temple put down the tatami.

It seems that things that can absorb resentment are hidden elsewhere.

"Journal..."

Not for nothing.

Beichuan Temple flicked through the diary with the water pattern cover, hoping to find some details about the village rituals in it.

On the somewhat oxidized paper, Asamiya Natsuki's past came into the eyes of Beichuan Temple.

This Asamiya Natsuki doesn't seem to like going out of the house very much, and likes some romantic and sad words.

The diary is full of when and what kind of small animals she raised and died, or when someone in the village got sick and died, and lamented the fragility of life.

It's just that there are people who like this kind of Asamiya Natsuki.

By chance, she got acquainted with Ito Liang, an outstanding young man in the village.

While Natsuki Asamiya was amazed by Ryosai Ito, she also admired him very much.

And Ito Liang also seems to have some interest in Asamiya Natsuki.

After all, the Asamiya family is a big family in the village where the gods reside, so it must be great to be able to gain a relationship.

So Ryo Ito presented her with an ebony comb, and promised Natsuki Asamiya that he would definitely marry her home—it should have been such a romantic love story.

But plans can never keep up with change.

Under the persuasion of the elders in the village, Ryo Ito left Asamiya Natsuki and went out of the village to the big city without hesitation.

The second half of the diary is all about Natsuki Asamiya telling her thoughts about Ito Ryo.

Self-pity and self-pity, self-defeating, and finally contracted a strange disease, and his mind was no longer normal——

Beichuan Temple shook his head regretfully after reading the diary over and over again.

This is just an ordinary diary, with no reference value at all.

Beichuan Temple put the diary in his backpack, stepped out of the room, and walked to the stairs on the left.

Go down from here to the first floor, where there should be an entrance to the atrium.

Just like that, Beichuan Temple went to the first floor with a flashlight.

In front of him, there is a straight road leading to the front door. On the right hand side, there is a gate, which is probably the entrance to the atrium.

Beichuan Temple did not hesitate, and stepped to the entrance.

A Japanese-style paper sliding door was displayed in front of him.

"It should be possible from here..." Beichuan Temple was thinking, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and he opened the sliding door with a clatter.

The cold wind that cut people like a knife rushed towards him, making Beichuan Temple squint his eyes unbearably.

After the strange cold wind swept away, Beichuan Temple looked towards the atrium.

Standing here is completely different from standing on the third floor and scanning.

But the most eye-catching thing is the huge old tree like an umbrella.

The uneven slender branches are densely packed to isolate the sunlight. In this winter, the thin and thin branches are quite suffocating.

Under the ancient tree, countless puparas were erected, and the names of people's precepts were densely written on them.

This extremely weird and terrifying scene did not stop Beichuan Temple.

He walked out of the porch and into the atrium, and the door leading to the coffin on the opposite side caught his attention.

It was a huge, heavy and thick iron door with various strange inscriptions engraved on it. There were still spots of rust on the iron door, and the iron sheet could not stop being exposed in some places, making people uncomfortable.

Beichuan Temple ignored the ancient tree and went straight to the iron gate.

At about half a person's height, there is a white chrysanthemum lock hanging.

The white chrysanthemum lock is about the length of the baby's arm and is rectangular in shape.

I don't know what material this lock is made of. Not only is it not eroded by the years, it is even shiny.

Looking at the lock, Beichuan Temple called up the system panel again.

There is not much left to die.

If you use Kanesada again to unlock the lock, then if you meet the Wraith again, Beichuan Temple probably won't have the ability to resist.

Even if Asamiya Eternal reminded him to enter the coffin room, he couldn't completely trust the other party.

After all, nine years have passed, and it is quite normal for some accidents that Asamiya will never know about.

You don't have to be harmful to others, but you also have to be defensive.

"Could it be possible to go back now?" Beichuan Temple frowned.

Beichuan Temple does not intend to spend the night in Shenzhu Village, but there may be a secret hidden between the coffins in front of it——

He has already explored here, and he has no reason not to go in and see what's going on.

But dead...

Wait a minute——Bai Jusuo?

Beichuan Temple suddenly remembered something.

Doesn't the key that Fuyuko Asamiya gave him also have the pattern of white chrysanthemum?