I loaded the ghost talk game

"Ho...ho..."

The Tsuchimikado undead group outside the door let out heavy breathing sounds like wild beasts, recited mantras in a low voice, and poured into the ancestral hall like a tide.

In front of them, the spirit of speech with the Platycodon talisman began to appear.

As the direct descendants of Onmyoji from Tsuchimikado, even after death, their ability to control platycodon techniques is still excellent enough.

Uh-huh!

The leader Tsuchimikado Yasifuku's traces were erratic, his turbid and empty eyes flashed with a dangerous red light, and the blood-stained sword in his hand once again came from an unexpected direction, mixed with whirring cracks. Cut with no sound.

Onizuka Kirihot concentrated all her attention.

In her sight, the bloody blade was continuously enlarging.

Snapped.

The toes of his feet stepped on the sticky floor, and his white robes, which were completely wet with blood, flew around.

She jumped sideways like a light fox, barely avoiding the incoming sword blade.

The slender body turned and soared in the air again, briefly staying in the air.

Countless thin red threads stretched out from Onitsuka's side, brushing against her sleeves and hem, and then converging into a winding red long bow in her hands.

clatter.

The footbags, which were covered in blood and became slimy, pushed on the handle of the bow made of red rope. Onizuka Kirihota used his own body as support, and the bow strings buzzed and tightened to the extreme.

The red bow of the Childlike Sun Goddess in mid-air was drawn to the full string!

The demon-breaking arrows built with spiritual power shot out as quickly as lightning, and the sound of the arrows breaking through the air was sharp and clear.

Along with it, there were several thin red lines whizzing out.

"Ho ho..."

Tsuchimikado Yaifuku swung his sword again, and the golden arrow made of spiritual power was accurately chopped open by him.

But those red lines actively avoided the sharp edge of the sword, wrapped around his body, and spread and dragged him, slamming him against the wall with a "bang".

The thin red threads carried the scorching energy of sunlight, which penetrated into his spirit body and burned out an unpleasant stench.

Even the undead souls of the Onmyoji who poured into the room were blocked by red lines extending in all directions.

"...this bow?"

The fact that the bow of the Childlike Goddess can show such an effect is completely beyond Onizuka's expectations.

She felt that in the critical moment of life and death just now, the connection between herself and this divine weapon seemed to be a little closer.

"Ho ho!"

Tsuchimikado Yaifuku, who was fixed to the wall, twisted and struggled, and most of the red thin threads wrapped around him broke in an instant.

There were also the undead souls of the Onmyoji from the Tsuchimikado family, who tried to break into the room at the expense of being burned by the red thread.

Onizuka's battlefield judgment is very quick.

She knew very well that if she was surrounded by these undead spirits and blocked the space for movement, no matter how powerful the red bow in her hand was, it would be of no use.

She cast her gaze on the wooden window sill a few meters away.

Almost without thinking, he took three steps at a time and jumped into it!

Bang!

The wooden window was shattered by the impact. Onizuka first hit the eaves extending from the second floor, rolled twice, and then slammed into the desolate and ruined courtyard outside.

"Ugh...it hurts..."

Ignoring the heartbreaking pain in every part of her body, she climbed up from the ground on hands and knees and rushed toward the gate of Tsuchimikado's mansion without looking back.

The last fragment of the Amado Bronze Mirror has been obtained, and what we need to do now is not to tangle with the undead.

But go back to the cave!

Onizuka rushed to the door of the Uzuki mansion, and the wails of the dead could be heard one after another behind him.

Those onmyoji dead souls are chasing after them.

"Huh...huh...over there..."

Fortunately, Onizuka Kirihotari had quite thoroughly explored Tsuchimikado Village and was roughly familiar with the terrain here.

She had to leave here in the shortest possible time.

The village streets are still covered with a thick green miasma, so thick that it hinders movement forward.

After running for a while, Onizuka suddenly felt a familiar breath coming from the front.

"stay!"

She heard the familiar female whisper.

From the corner of the road ahead, clumps of wet black hair surged out like a tide.

In the center of those hairs stood Chigako Takehara, dressed in a miko's costume, a golden crown on her head, and a mask on her face.

The dead soul of this witch is holding the old black-and-white photo tightly in its hands. The eyes under the golden mask are flashing with wild hatred, and the hair attached to it with strong resentment and obsession is like a sharp blade. , storming towards Onizuka!

"Is it because I injured her that she is seeking revenge from me? Why at this time!?"

Onizuka Kiriho felt nervous.

But now there is no way out.

Chikako Takehara blocked the exit to the village, and behind her was the Onmyoji Necromancer Group headed by Tsuchimikado Yasifuku, who was in hot pursuit.

Onizuka rushed towards each other towards the black-haired wave that hit them like a high wall. The golden demon-breaking arrows carried several red lines and drew a sharp and complete arc in the air.

Swish!

The demon-breaking arrow tore a huge gap in the black-haired wall.

The thin red thread dexterously shuttled through it, wrapping around Chikako Takehara's body and penetrating the black-and-white photo in her hand.

In the photo, Kanemaru Shizuji's figure is simultaneously surrounded by slender red.

"Jingji..."

Chigako Takehara was stunned on the spot.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Onizuka jumped out from her side with lightness and dexterity.

The moment she passed by the Takehara family miko, she felt a certain change in her aura.

Although it still had the wild and violent aura of the undead, it seemed to have a little more indescribable sadness and anger.

"Give him back to me...!"

Chigako Takehara, who was thrown behind Onizuka, started wailing hysterically on the spot.

But her breath didn't catch up, but moved away a bit.

Onizuka Kiriho, who kept walking, turned around to observe, only to see Chikako Takehara's turbulent black hair sweeping away like a black tide, and then rushed into the depths of the thick fog behind.

She was crying and rushed into the pursuing Onmyoji Tsuchimikado Necromancer Group.

"Chigako Takehara, she..."

Onizuka didn't care to carefully observe the wails and fights of the undead behind him, and just ran as hard as he could toward the outside of the village.

Then, although she did not take the initiative to channel, only two or three minutes later, the memories and experiences belonging to Chigako Takehara were automatically integrated into her mind through the carved hairpin on her body.

Onizuka Kiriho did not affect her actions due to the emergence of these memory information, but she knew very clearly that Takehara Chikako, who rushed towards the dead soul of Onmyoji Tsuchimikado, had dissipated——

…

night.

The moon and stars are sparse, and everything is silent.

A bright full moon pressed heavily over Tsuchimikado Village, and the outline of the moon's shadow seemed much larger than usual.

Bright, yet depressing, so heavy that it makes one breathless.

There are only a few days left until the Tendo Shaman Festival.

Chigako Takehara did not fall asleep tonight, sitting in a dark room in a daze.

She didn't know why she was like this.

The thought of the Amado Shaman Festival made me upset, and my chest was filled with indescribable emotions.

Like unwillingness, unwillingness.

I just feel that it would be such a pity to die like this...

Chigako had never been like this before.

She closed her eyes and unconsciously pictured the figure of the handsome young man in her mind.

"Mr. Kanemaru..."

Chigako said in a daze.

Mr. Kanemaru left Tsuchimikado Village yesterday.

I should never have the chance to see him again.

It's such a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to go with him to see what the outside world is like.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

At this time, there was a light knocking on the door and window of the room.

Chigako came to her senses with a surprised expression. She got up and opened the window.

Then I saw her unforgettable figure appearing in the window.

Kanemaru Shizuji, he was standing on the eaves outside the window.

The full bright moon hung in the night sky behind him, and the soft moonlight shone on his hair and shoulders.

Chigako Takehara wanted to speak, but was speechless.

She didn't know if she was hallucinating.

Until Kanemaru Shizuji entered her room through the window and held her hand.

"Kanemaru...sir?"

Chiheko wanted to pull her hand back, but for some reason she didn't, letting the other person hold her.

The real feeling on the back of her hand told her that this was not a dream.

Chigako stared at the other person's face and finally came to her senses: "No, no, wait a minute... aren't you leaving?"

"Yes, I went to Kyoto. I looked for the teacher's acquaintances, but no one was willing to help us. So, I had to come back quietly by myself." Kanemaru Shizuji looked anxious and tired, with the original youthful look on his face The sharpness was now invisible.

"But why do you want to come back? If someone finds out..."

"Miss Takehara, all I can do is beg you now. Please tell me where my teacher is being held. I know you are different from them."

"You said Mr. Sakai, he..."

Chigako understood that Kanemaru Shizuji came back because of his teacher.

She couldn't tell why, but she felt a little lost.

In fact, Chigako finally learned something about the human pillar sacrifice after Mr. Sakai and Kanemaru Shizuji were put under house arrest by the villagers.

After all, from the time she was born until now, the village has never held a remedial ceremony of human sacrifice.

She had only thought that she would still be the only one who needed to be sacrificed at this year's witch festival.

"Sorry, I...I don't know." Chigako Takehara shook her head.

Kanemaru Seiji's tired face showed obvious frustration, which made the Takehara family miko unconsciously feel a little worried.

But then, the boy held her hand tighter: "Miss Takehara, listen to me. You come with me. Go outside the village now. When I find the teacher, we will leave here together." "

Bang bang.

Chigako Takehara's heart beat a few beats faster: "I can't leave, everyone in the village needs me."

"Do you need to die? I know the rituals in this village. This is unreasonable. Miss Takehara... Chigako! It shouldn't be like this!"

"But, Ye Mo..."

"No one has seen Ye Ke, right? Maybe, this is just a lie fabricated by the Tsuchimikado family, using such a bloody ritual to make the whole village obey and make everyone listen to their words. Moreover, even if Ye Ke really exists, based on Why do you and the teacher need to be sacrificed?"

Kanemaru Shizuji became excited and tried to suppress his angry voice:

"What kind of bullshit is there to stop? Tsuchimikado family members, that sanctimonious old bastard Tsuchimikado Yasifuku, why doesn't he die himself? Why does he regard other people's lives as nothing? Why does he? Aloof, holding other people's lives in their hands, controlling life and death like an insignificant object?"

Can people be treated and used like objects?

Can a person's destiny be arranged step by step by others, even life and death?

Kanemaru Shizuji thought this was unreasonable and ridiculous.

"Chigako, come with me and escape together." Kanemaru Shizuji was extremely serious and repeated it word for word.

For a moment, Chigako Takehara's heart was shaken so much that she almost wanted to agree to the other party's proposal.

But then, the two people in the room heard chaotic footsteps downstairs.

He must be from the Tsuchimikado family.

Chigako's thoughts finally returned to the cold reality.

When Kanemaru Shizuji returned to the village, how could the Tsuchimikado family not notice him?

Don't talk about taking Mr. Sakai away, let alone taking away yourself. I'm afraid he won't be able to escape tonight.

He really shouldn't have come back.

Chigako took her hand out of Kanemaru Shizuji's palm: "Mr. Kanemaru...just leave quickly. I will stop the Tsuchimikado family. I am a miko, and they will not do anything to me."

"No, I..."

"Mr. Kanemaru...Jingji!" Chigako said in a crying, almost pleading tone, "I beg you, leave quickly, leave here, and never come back again."

Chaotic footsteps approaching from downstairs.

"Your teacher, Mr. Sakai, I don't know where he is. There is a dungeon under the warehouse on the east side of the village. I don't know if he is there, but even if he is there, you can't take him away. Please. Please...leave now."

Kanemaru Shizuji did not escape after all.

Maybe he also realized that he couldn't leave.

Perhaps he had already come to a certain level of awareness when he came back this time.

This was a foolish move.

But Kanemaru Shizuji had no choice, even if he asked for help, it was to no avail. He still didn't want to leave Sakai Toshiya, who treated him like a father, and he also didn't want Takehara Chikako to be brutally killed by the Tsuchimikado family because of an inexplicable sacrifice.

It's a pity that as an ordinary person, he can't do anything.

Before the Tsuchimikado family rushed into the room, he just hugged the crying and trembling Chikako Takehara tightly and said some comforting words.

Until the two were separated by the angry Tsuchimikado clan members, until he was knocked to the ground and taken away.

After that, Chigako never saw Kanemaru Shizuji again.

He is probably dead.

The shrine maidens offered at the Amado Shaman Festival should not have emotions or care about the world.

Just like the ancestral shrine maiden Aden no Mikoto, he probably shouldn't have fallen in love with Saruta Hiko no Mikoto.

The red thread of marriage between them, after Saruta Hiko no Mikoto fell into the netherworld and turned into a yin god, was also dragging the life of Tenden Natsuo towards the abyss of decay and depravity.

The love between this pair of gods was so heavy that Tiantian's daughter committed suicide and cut her body into pieces to cut it off.

And after that full moon night, Chigako Takehara was destined not to become a miko.

The subsequent Tendo Shaman Festival also ended in failure, of course. (End of chapter)