This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The wraith in white hunting clothes turned out to be the priest who was stationed in the shrine and performed some rituals.

It may be that Hideki Hirasaka accidentally came to the area of ​​Shenzhu Village when he was camping outside.

And a certain ceremony was held in that area a long time ago, Hirasaka Hideki was attracted by the afterimage of the ceremony, and was finally hidden by the gods.

In the end, although he was found by luck, he was still haunted by resentful spirits.

It was also the Hirasaka family who contacted Master Haneda in advance, otherwise Hideki Hirasaka would be completely eroded sooner or later, and he might have a murder case when he was controlled by the resentful spirit.

It is also fortunate that the priest's wraith is more interested in eroding Hideki Hirasaka's anger, otherwise it would be a bloody and cruel incident if it was directly separated from the carrier of Hideki Hirasaka.

After all, ordinary physical means cannot threaten the spirit.

Like Beichuan Temple's Bajiquan and various soft skills, it is necessary to attach death energy to touch the wraiths and cause them harm.

Beichuan Temple clipped the afterimage of the paper into his notebook.

"No matter what, I still have to go to Shenzhu Village." Beichuan Temple murmured to himself, and simply took out his mobile phone.

Originally, he planned to come over to see the general situation, and then return to Tokyo, waiting for Hitomi Asamiya's spring break.

But he did not expect that there would be so many things involved in the village of God, and such a large scale.

Even though Beichuan Temple has found a lot of folklore materials after coming here, what actually surfaced is only the tip of the iceberg.

If that's the case, I might as well ask for a leave of absence.

Long before coming here, Beichuan Temple had already got through with Qianxia Qianxue, and now he just called her to let her ask for leave.

After the problem at the school was resolved, Beichuan Temple put down his cell phone, put Xi Kutiao in his pocket, put on his backpack, and walked out of the hotel.

There are still some preparations to be made before departure.

Three flashlights, several batteries, a map of the suburbs of Daolu City, three bags of high-calorie compressed biscuits, a water bottle, a sleeping bag, flints, gloves, a winter hat, and warm clothes...

Beichuan Temple doesn't know what's going on in Shenzhu Village. If they are forced to spend the night there because of something, they don't have to worry about replenishing their physical strength for the time being.

Gloves and winter hats are also prepared for the dramatic temperature changes in the mountains at night.

"about there."

After preparing the necessary supplies, Beichuan Temple flipped through the map in his hand and took the bus all the way out of the urban area.

Beichuan Temple does not know the exact location of Shenzhu Village, but the Shenzhu mountain area is indeed marked on the map.

And Shenzhu Village is hidden in the rolling mountains.

Besides, along the way, Beichuan Temple also met many kind-hearted people who had just returned from camping in the mountainous area of ​​God.

With the help and guidance of these enthusiastic people, Beichuan Temple finally walked to the vicinity of Shenzhu Mountain before nightfall——

There is a small river called Shenzhuchuan.

 …

Winter nights always come quickly, and when Beichuan Temple has almost established the camp, the dark night has already arrived.

There are still campers coming from all around. After all, this is the only water source nearby, and camping here will save a lot of trouble.

In the darkness, with the blazing flames rising, this wilderness place also became more popular.

"It's a pity that not many people know the exact location of God's Village." Beichuan Temple looked around while stretching out his hand to warm the fire.

He also asked the people who came to Shenzhuchuan earlier than him, but these tourists were all 'God Zhucun? There doesn't seem to be an answer to this place' and 'I don't know, I haven't heard of it'.

Now it's a bit difficult, if even these tourists who often come near Shenzhu Mountain don't know, then where is Shenzhu Village? Undoubtedly, it will take some time to investigate where the Shenzhan Village is.

Thinking about it, Beichuan Temple picked up the kettle placed by the fire pit, and was patted on the shoulder before he had time to take a sip.

"Haha, Brother Beichuan, are you still bored here drinking water alone? Really, even if you have conflicts with your girlfriend, you don't have to do this!"

A middle-aged man with blue stubble on his face and wearing a warm coat laughed loudly.

"Mr. Watanabe." Beichuan Temple nodded to him expressionlessly.

This Mayichi Watanabe was the first person to inquire at Beichuan Temple.

It happened to be a holiday, and he took his daughter Chitose Watanabe, a little girl no more than twelve years old, out to experience life in the countryside.

But from his current performance, it can also be seen that this guy is simply a brain supplement maniac.

Beichuan Temple just asked him about where Shenzhu Village was going, but Watanabe Maichi felt that Beichuan Temple had lost his love, and came to the suburbs alone to vent his frustration.

Of course, Beichuan Temple's silence on this issue is also the biggest reason.

"Why are you still eating this kind of food?" Watanabe Asahi patted Beichuan Temple on the shoulder and saw the compressed biscuits in his glove that hadn't been opened yet. With a serious expression on his face, he dragged Beichuan Temple up involuntarily and said, "The curry rice made by your Uncle Watanabe is almost ready, it's better to go to my place to eat it here!"

"...I'm afraid you don't have enough to eat." Beichuan Temple frowned slightly.

He didn't expect Mayichi Watanabe to be so enthusiastic.

"What's not enough to eat! Let's do it again! I have prepared at least three pots of ingredients for curry!"

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Well, that's all you said.

Beichuan Temple no longer shirked, and walked step by step to the tent set up by Watanabe Mayichi.

Watanabe Chitose is a very well-behaved little girl. She has neat braids on her back, and there is a burst of heat on her little face.

At this moment, Watanabe Chitose saw Watanabe Mahichi dragging Beichuan Temple over. She who was busy trying the taste hurriedly stood firm and called out, "Brother Beichuan."

"Well, we meet again, Chitose." Kitagawa Temple nodded to Watanabe Chitose.

To this little girl whom he just met, Beichuan Temple's attitude is still very kind.

However, his attitude was kind, and he just calmed down and nodded to her.

"Haha, Chitose! I pulled this cold-faced paralyzed man over here! Is this what you want?"

"Father!" Watanabe Chitose's fair little face turned red with embarrassment, "It's just not good to see Brother Beichuan going camping alone!"

Watanabe Mayi didn't check her mouth, and immediately exposed her kindness. How could she not be angry?

But Watanabe Mayichi didn't care at all, he looked sideways at the little hanging pot and asked.

"Is the curry ready? I'm starving!"

It's okay for Watanabe Mayichi to let his daughter take care of him like a big salty egg.

Beichuan Temple rubbed his eyebrows.

"You can't die of hunger." Chitose Watanabe rolled his eyes, stretched out his small hand to scoop out some of the rice soup in another small hanging pot, and muttered: "The curry is almost ready, now the rice is cooked .”

On the bank of the river, cooking smoke curled up.

From time to time, the voice of Watanabe Chitose preaching Watanabe Mayichi was heard.

The night seems to be getting darker...

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