“……” Kitakawaji.

Seeing the black resentment drifting away, Kitakawaji also came to his senses and looked back at the back of the photo.

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

‘Jinghua, the true world, I will always love you.’

"Jinghua...the real world?"

The eyes of Kitakawa Temple flashed.

Soon he thought of what Mou Chi Zhenshi said.

Her parents had already organized the Mouchi family to come and explore this year.

Could it be that the male resentment spirit just now was Mou Chi Zhenshi's father? And Mou Chi Jinghua was Mou Chi Zhenshi's mother? They originally came to this place to explore, but in the end they encountered an unsolvable resentment spirit and died in this place.

Mou Chi Zhenshi's father also felt regretful because he did not protect Mou Chi Zhenshi's mother, so he could only leave behind a painful apology...

"..." Kitakawaji shook his head.

That means that he accidentally eliminated Mou Chi Zhenshi's father just now?

But there is no way to do this.

It was also a pain for him to continue to let Mou Chi Zhenshi's father wander in Mou Chi's family.

Sending him out of this world... This may be an excellent thing for Mou Chi Zhenshi's father.

Just think that it was because Mou Chi Zhenshi told him the favor of Mou Chi's witch.

Kitakawaji made up his mind silently.

If you meet the resentful spirit of Mou Chi Zhenshi's mother during this period, then you can eliminate the other party together.

He put the photo in his arms and planned to have the opportunity to hand it over to Mou Chi Zhenshi in the future.

"Shijun, at your feet... I seemed to have something left when the resentful spirit just passed away."

Mamiya Yongshi reminded him.

"Oh?" Kitagawaji turned his head and suddenly saw the notes left on the ground.

Kitakawaji picked it up from the ground and spread it out to look at it.

On the smooth paper is a neat map.

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

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

It can be seen that this map should have been drawn by Mou Chi Zhenshi's father according to his memory. Many of the contents on it are not so specific. For example, the residential area is just roughly drawn with a few irregular squares, and then the residential area is written on it, and the outdoor area is simply written on the outdoor area.

But even so... it is sufficiently referenceable.

Because we cross the residential area and the water intake places, we move forward all the way... it is our residence.

"If this is the standard..."

Kitakawaji raised his head, looked at the road in front of him, and murmured to himself:

"It'll be there in about twenty minutes if you walk ahead..."

After all, this village is just built around our own mansion, and the overall area is not too large.

But apart from these, what Kitakawaji cares the most is the vast open space behind my house.

What exactly is there...? What is hidden?

Even Mou Chi Zhenshi's father didn't know this.

But just a rough guess can probably tell.

Where irrelevant people are prohibited from entering...it is nothing more than a place where sacrifices or rituals are held.

And in that open space... there is the entrance to the Yellow Springs.

Kitakawaji folded the map and put it away, carrying the flashlight to continue walking inward.

The surrounding mist seemed even thicker with his continued pace of moving forward, and at the same time, strange noises were made from the surrounding houses from time to time.

Kitagawaji deaf ears to these things, and he just carried the flashlight and continued to walk forward.

The miasma in the underworld is getting thicker and thicker... the road ahead is also a little blurry.

There were also waves of gloomy nursery rhymes in my ears.

"The little man who eats people, the little man who drools, has quietly come."

"Luoying, Luoying, there is a corpse buried underneath."

"Muchi, Mouchi, life as light as thin paper."

"Colorful, colorful fallen cherry blossoms, corpses hidden underneath."

"The bones are swaying, swaying... corpses that will never speak."

"Blood is also-"

"Flow! Fuck! It's right!"

The ethereal and dark sounds range from far to near, as if not far ahead, and as if they are near to the ears.

This quaint and old nursery rhyme makes people feel chilled just by listening to it.

But Beichuan Temple has an impression of this nursery rhyme.

Isn’t this the nursery rhyme that Shengu heard after using the wizard of Mouchi in the future?

Kitakawaji subconsciously raised his head.

This is the scene before him.

Dancing a simple dance, holding hands... the children whose faces were blurred by the miasma were dancing around a girl wearing a pale yukata.

Flipping, flying long sleeves.

A simple dance that keeps cycling.

Innocence...but extremely cruel child voice-

"Well...the afterimage?"

Kitakawa Temple came back to its senses in a trance.

The road ahead of him was still shrouded by the miasma of the underworld.

But on that road, there seemed to be something more, it was a small strip of cloth.

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

The white strips are skewed handwriting.

‘The nursery rhymes of the fallen cherry blossoms.’

‘There is a forest of thousands of cherry blossoms behind the mountain of Mouchi’s family. Beautiful cherry blossoms bloom every year. Upwards are covered with stone lamps and bluestone steps, but the family never allows anyone to step into it.’

‘There are legends that there are little sacred ghosts hidden in it. In order to suppress them, they killed people and buried them under the cherry blossom tree.’

‘And these corpses who cannot speak are buried under the cherry blossom trees and are used as nutrients to nourish the cherry blossoms to bloom more vividly in the coming year’s coming year.’

The nursery rhymes of falling cherry blossoms?

But what does this have to do with the future proof of the Muchi witch in Shengu?

Kitakawaji frowned and thought.

The only thing to say...that is, Mulma Mu Chi often heard this nursery rhyme before she was alive, so she had a particularly deep impression of this nursery rhyme.

But how could a witch Muchi be sacrificed to the cherry blossom tree as a sacrifice?

and--

"Thousand Sakura Forest?"

Kitakawa Temple couldn't help but look up.

But his vision had long been blocked by thick fog, so he could not see anything behind the fog.

"At least the direction you are going forward should not be wrong."

Kitakawaji took out the note and glanced at the route above.

Yes, at least the direction of progress is not the wrong one. The miasma in the underworld is getting stronger and stronger, which means that it is getting closer and closer to the Mouchi family's mansion.

Thinking of this...
Chapter completed!