I'm a ghost story witch in Tokyo

Chapter 37 37. The Dross Magazine
The blue candlelight raised the temperature of the room that had plummeted, and the raving whispers that penetrated into the ears also weakened to one-third of its previous volume.

The "people" outside the door are still tirelessly making noises, creating terrifying images, trying to achieve the purpose of deceiving the five senses, so that people in the room can open the door and go out.

Ten minutes later, all the sounds of pacing in the corridor disappeared.

Just when Rui Ji breathed a sigh of relief and was about to share some of the blank runes for Yue, so that he could do more meaningful things tonight, another abnormal sound came from outside the house.

A beautiful figure of a young woman flashed by, wearing a wide witch hat on her head, and looking at the reflection, she was still a person with flowing long hair, but she didn't know what her face looked like.

In the regional ghost talk, all people and things except yourself and your teammates are like opening a blind box. No one knows what is standing behind the door until they see it with their own eyes.

The beautiful figure outside the door is a rotting body, and it may be a strange story that rotten flesh and maggots fall down every step she takes.

The other party stopped in front of the door, grabbed the door frame with both hands, and cried: "Someone is chasing me outside, please, let me go in and hide for a while, just a few minutes."

The young woman's voice is clear and moving, soft and mellow, coupled with a convincing crying voice, it can't help but make people feel compassionate, and want to open the door and let her into the house.

Rui Ji and Yue knelt around the candles, indifferent.The door panel was knocked again and again, and they never moved a bit, holding the blank runes to be burned in their hands, meditating, injecting magic power with their fingertips, and repeating over and over again.

The sobbing of the people outside the door turned into hoarse crying.

"Why are you so indifferent? Do you really want to watch me become a sacrifice for the Goddess... I still have two mothers and daughters to raise in my family. They can't live without me..."

The knocking continued, and their response was a new wave of indifference.

Yue discovered a new blind spot, and used fire magic to heat up the cold black tea in the teapot.

"I heard that the age of the sacrifice for the goddess sacrifice cannot exceed 18 years old and must be holy. The priest of the shrine believes that the goddess does not like the tribute that has been polluted, and it is impossible for a witch who has combined with other witches to be selected. So outside It should go without saying what it is.”

As soon as the words fell, the candles in the room flickered violently, and the sound of knocking on the door disappeared without a trace.There was no witch who was pacing and crying outside the door, and the frightening strange talk gradually dissipated.

Everything was calm, so quiet that I could hear my own breathing.

The ghost talk should be run away by Yue's words.

The time soon came to midnight, and today it was Rui Ji's turn to sleep for three and a half hours.She put down the last burnt rune and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

The girl in the mirror was still so beautiful, so shockingly beautiful, her stomach tightened and her mind fluttered.

Self-appreciation once a day has become Rui Ji's routine, no matter how many times he looks at it, it's hard to believe that's what he looks like now.

The master bedroom of the owner of the hot spring hotel has only one bed and one quilt, and the closet is full of clothes and other daily necessities. He couldn't find the second quilt, and there was only one pillow.

"The owner of this hotel doesn't look very poor, why don't you prepare more bedding?"

I live in Bengbu a little bit in the month.

Two young, energetic witches lying together in bathrobes, wouldn't it be easy to go in an indescribable direction and never return?Even if he didn't drink the bottle of cherry blossom medicinal wine with health benefits, he would be forced to think about that aspect.

It's all due to that damned adolescent delusion.

Rui Ji didn't find anything strange.

"Didn't the waiter say that the 'bosses' are eager to get the blessing of the source and give birth to their little witches. The two quilts will only create a sad and thick barrier between the husband and wife. Loose leaves are not good, these arrangements have a special purpose."

"After all, we are just 'boss' players, it is not appropriate to do so. Good night, I will sleep here tonight."

Yue walked to the other end of the room, where there was a bay window two and a half meters long and one and a half meters wide.

The bay window is just enough for one person to lie down, and it is selected by the moon as the best place for vigil. It can look over the entire bedroom, facing the door, and you can see the courtyard and the mountains in the distance.

In the boss's room are several dross magazines that were popular during the Showa era.Dross Magazine is definitely not aimed at people with elegant taste and culture. It is deeply sought after by the public in the market. It was born in the Japanese folk after the Second World War of Witches. A little excitement and fun.

The more depressed the witch's life, the more she needs such books to relieve stress.

The cover of the magazine is a witch with long black straight hair wearing a kimono but showing her shoulders.The loose long hair just covered part of the shoulders, making the white and flawless skin looming between the hair and the shadows, giving it an unpredictable hazy beauty.

The witch has a slender neck, a delicate face, and an inherently charming temperament.Loose black kimonos with gold or pink gold sakura patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem.

The proud female advantage undulates under the overlapping placket, and the swelling and accumulation of fat are just right.

She was sitting on a sofa from the Showa era, with her long straight legs folded together, the wonderful absolute realm hidden under the kimono, her shallow smile could already make people feel uplifted and her cheeks were hot.

Nothing to say, just rely on these magazines tonight.

When Rui Ji lay down, Yue repeatedly confirmed that she would not suddenly walk in front of her, and then opened the dross magazine in her hand.The title of a dross magazine is to catch people's attention first, the more exaggerated the easier it is to attract people.

The cover is so exciting, and the content is impossible to be plain and elegant. It is all about some famous witches in the society at that time.

The first article makes people very eager to read. It tells the story of the wife of a self-defense officer witch who is not at home all the year round, and the self-defense officer’s younger sister who is still in middle school. The whole family is a witch.

Parts of their transgression are described in detail, as if the author saw it with his own eyes.

"..."

Yue's lips were dry, and she continued to read after drinking some cold water.

In the eyes of people in the upper class, dross magazines are not fashionable, but hotels and restaurants will prepare some for guests to amuse themselves.The owner of a hot spring hotel is not considered a high-class person, so it is understandable that he likes to read such magazines.

The more she looked up, she didn't even notice when Rui Ji woke up.

The magazine just turned to a large photo with two pages connected together.

Several witches in swimsuits took close-up shots on the beach in Hokkaido. Their swimsuits were not made of much fabric, and they wore sun hats and sunglasses. It was a different scene from the kimono witch on the cover.

It is really touching that there are such good things in regional ghost stories.

Raising his head, Yue and Rui Ji, who had just woken up, met their eyes.

(End of this chapter)