Walk down the mountain road and cross a small bush, you can vaguely see the swaying lights through the gaps in the dense forest.

Through the wisps of shaking lights, you can see the outlines of various houses clearly visible in the night sky.

This is the truth.

These houses look quite old. The dilapidated eaves, some roofs and even tiles have disappeared, leaving only bare and black wood thorns stained by dirty water.

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

The ramp first spread forward partly, then turned upwards.

It seems that only by walking on this ramp can the formal entrance to the village.

Kitakawa Temple turned around and looked around.

The dense forests around me were covered with darkness, and the air was filled with a wet and fishy smell. The leaves under my feet were soft, and there was no sound when I stepped on it.

Standing here and looking forward, there was no one to see.

The same is true for standing here and looking back.

Everything was quiet, only the lights in front were still swaying slightly.

Kitakawaji breathed lightly.

He did not let Kamiya Miku keep up.

Let him come up and explore it alone first... This has been decided before.

"Let's go, eternal, Matsue, poor."

Kitagawaji looked at Kagura Ling, poked Nishiko's pitiful face, carried a backpack and held a flashlight in his hand, and stepped on the ramp that appeared with the appearance of Mou Chimoto's family.

The ramp under your feet was very slippery and covered with moss. Kitakawa Temple found a broken branch as a support and walked up steadily, observing the surroundings from time to time.

"Um?"

Kitakawaji stopped and glanced at the pile of stones wrapped around him with strips of vermilion cloth.

These large or small stones are piled up with vermilion strips of cloth wrapped around them.

Under these stones, there are traces of burning incense.

"This is an ancient warning method...Tajun."

Mamiya Eyeshi's voice rang in her ears, and she explained to Kitagawaji:

"In the past, those lost travelers would often break into this dense forest, and they would come to the vicinity of this ancient family village at some point. But because there are some things in the village that are not convenient for outsiders to see, stones were erected at the entrance, and strips of vermilion cloth that are also particularly conspicuous in the dark."

"It means travelers, outsiders stop, and those who violate will be at risk of their lives."

"And this has been preserved as a custom or tradition over time. It reminds travelers that this is an area that ordinary people cannot set foot in front of them."

Sure enough, Ma Gong Yongshi, who is particularly fond of reading, knows this kind of non-spoken custom.

Kitakawaji nodded, then lowered his body, picked up a small stone and took a look.

The stone is covered with wet moss, and the surface is smooth. The faded color of the vermilion cloth strips stick to it, looking like dry blood spots.

"Stay forward."

Kitakawaji put down the stones and continued to walk forward.

At the end of the ramp is a torii that has been tilted.

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

"This is Mou Chi's family..."

A desperate aura flashed in Kitakawaji's eyes.

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

The flashlight in your hand begins to rotate to check the surrounding environment.

Because these wooden buildings have not been repaired for too long, the surface of the wood is a little wet and oxidized, and it is completely gray-black. Candles and figures seem to flash behind the white paper windows, but after looking closely, nothing exists.

Of course, these are not the most important ones.

Kitakawaji looked around thoughtfully.

You can discover the first step into the village.

This village of Mouchiben's family was filled with gray mist.

"Is this the miasma of the underworld?"

Kitakawaji glanced behind him.

The entrance torii has gradually been wrapped in thick fog, and if you don’t look carefully, you will not be able to see clearly.

No need to say more.

Kitakawaji continued to walk forward.

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

"This is...?"

Kitagawa Temple just reached out to brush away the soft fallen leaves under its feet.

But the next second - a pale and deformed palm suddenly pinched Kitagawaji's wrist from the side.

Um?!

Kitagawa Temple's eyes stormed, and a thick black dead energy surged from its wrist. While breaking it away in an instant, the other wrist flipped, and the silver-shining joint also fell into his hand.

He didn't even look at it, so he just used both fixed cuts!

Puff!!!

The wrist flies! The black liquid flows across.

With Kitakawaji kicking the other person away, he saw the resentful spirit who suddenly grabbed his wrist.

It was a middle-aged man, with no expression on his gray and blurred 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, and with the numb and tearing sound of his scalp, his scalp slipped softly, and at the same time, a black and smelly liquid dripped.

The next moment, the other party raised his head.

Although he could not see the expression on his face, Kitagawa Temple could still feel that the other party was staring at him resentfully.

The sharp and violent tearing sound instantly exploded.

"Where did you get Jinghua--?!"

Bang!!!

The sharp voice went out like a candle. Kitagawa Temple took back the dark sledgehammer. Looking at the male resentment whose head had been completely hammered and exploded, he calmly said: "You have found the wrong person."

Jinghua...?Who is that?

Kitakawaji was too lazy to care about the other party, so he took two steps at a time to get to where he was standing just now.

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

That's a photo.

Photos of a glue-back cover.

Kitakawaji picked up the photo and looked over it carefully.

The photo shows a family of three.

A young-looking man and another woman, holding the palm of their young daughter, were smiling at the camera.

This is undoubtedly a happy family.

but--

"Zhu Zhise?" Kitakawaji looked at the men and women in the photo.

A bright red mark could be clearly seen on the wrists of these two people.

Thinking of this, Kitakawaji turned his wrist and wanted to see if there was any content recorded on the back of the photo.

But just when he wanted to flip the photos—

Pick... Pick... Pick...

The resentful man who had completely lost his head...there was only the empty spine left to grab Kitagawaji's ankle.

"Jinghua...sorry...Jinghua..."

No one can hear the broken syllables except Kitagawa Temple.

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

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