I'm a ghost story witch in Tokyo

Chapter 51
At this time, it is necessary to use the golden cicada to escape the shell and escape.

"I'm a bit cold now, Miss Sato, can you please pour me a cup of tea, let's talk carefully about what to do tonight. It seems that I can't wait for my friend tonight, and I don't have any money on me. I can find The place where I live is simply blessed by God.”

Rui Ji kept flirting with the weak witch Sato, the other party's eyes were numb from the electrification, and the roots of his ears were red.

"Wait a minute, I'll go right away."

Sato hurriedly ran to the maidens' lounge, imagining that tonight would be a pleasant night with both temperature and humidity.When her figure disappeared behind the door, Rui Ji's smiling face immediately collapsed, flashed into the dark bamboo forest, and walked forward on the stone road without looking back.

The way home is getting closer and closer, and the last section is still short, and Jingliu and the shrine are waiting for me at the end.

The bamboo grove ends at the edge of the shrine, with the steepest face of Mt. Akabane below.Two motorized brooms were floating in the air, and Tsuki and Yonarina Chiyo were waiting there.

Yue's face was pale and livid, like a poor man suffering from dysmenorrhea.Seeing Rui Ji returning to the team smoothly, the hanging heart just thumped to the ground.

"Now is the last moment, hold on for a while. You and this guy fly first, and I will be behind."

"Where are you going?"

For the time being, Rui Ji couldn't think of the exact location of the exit door.This problem lay ahead and had to be resolved.

"Fly away first."

Two broomsticks took the three witches into the sky quickly, and they evacuated from the sparsely inhabited Weeping Mountain airspace, leaving Asahina's grand ceremony and shrine behind, into the night.

The rescue operation was thrilling and exciting, but it was also straightforward, leaving no regrets.

The only thing that makes Rui Ji uncomfortable is that Yona Ling Chiyo behind him is the main ghost story in the regional ghost story.The strange stories about Kisaragi Station and Asahina were born because of her, and the strange events encountered in the past few nights were also written by her.

When riding, I always feel a little chilly behind.Looking back, it was the hearty and sincere smile of the Kansai Witch.

It's a great smile, but don't smile again next time, Rakki thought.

She wants to think about where the door to go back is.There is no way to go back, and the analysis of regional ghost stories is only equivalent to writing the process, without deriving the final answer, the answer is incomplete.

They all need answers to the end of Asahina.Yona Ling Chiyo just smiled, but did not give any hints, and brought a bad news.

"Unfortunately, those people have discovered that you have taken away the sacrifice. I am in reincarnation and I have no power. My power only works when it collapses and rebuilds. So - what are you going to do?"

In the brightly lit shrine and the area below where the ceremony was held, hundreds of witches on brooms filed out. The scene was like a street gang fight in the Witch World version, except that the location of the gang fight changed from the ground block to the sky.

"I was marked by them with a scented tracking potion, and I will be found no matter where I escape."

Yona Ling sighed.

"There are still 6 hours before the potion expires, and you will enter collapse and reconstruction in less than 5 hours. The situation is urgent. Before they catch up, there is still a little time to think.

In addition, every time I reincarnate, I will forget the memory of the [door], so don't rush to blame me.My soul is also trapped in this area. It has been 30 years. I don't remember how many times I have experienced. "

Yona Ling never lied about this matter.

Yue stared at the smiling face without haze, with a ready-to-break attitude, and couldn't get angry at all.The matter has come to this point, and it is useless to blame the Lord for strange talk.

The weaker ghost stories will indeed be swayed and restrained by the power of regional ghost stories. If Yu Naling was a great witch during his lifetime, not only would he not be trapped in regional ghost stories, but he would also be able to cause trouble in the present world.

Rui Ji thought in silence, putting the messy clue fragments in his mind, and gradually pieced together a coherent clue, a complete picture.

One of the points caught her attention.

"Miss Yue, how did you come to Asahina?"

"I was driving on the streets of Sapporo, Hokkaido, passing the Shiroishi district, and found that I encountered a red moon night, and it was too late to find a place to hide, and I couldn't use a broom, so I had to go to the nearest JR station first, thinking about whether I could take a ride Tram back."

"You also came to Kisaragi Station by train?"

"Like we all are."

Yona Ling inserts the topic.

"This black-haired lady witch and I both came to Kisaragi Station on the JR East Yamanote Line, and you are JR Hokkaido, so... the focus should be on the train."

Raj finds the last piece of the puzzle.

Yona Ling's words gave her a great inspiration, and she integrated the common points of the three together, and the final clue pointed to Kisaragi Station located in the east of Asahina Town.

Where you come from, you should go back from where you came from. This sentence has some truth.

All the smog dissipated, and the way forward was clear.In the thick night, Kisaragi Station in the distance stands quietly in the wilderness, waiting for new visitors to arrive.

The dilapidated buildings surrounded by weeds, the flickering light signs, and the metal tracks and trains filled with strange atmosphere have become the places they hoped for.

"Let's go to Kisaragi Station and wait for the train."

Rui Ji turned the forward direction of the broom and adjusted the flying speed to an unlimited speed gear.

The desire to return to the mundane and normal life is stronger than ever, and concerns about driving a motorized broom seem less important.In regional ghost stories, there is no air police witch, and there is no fine for speeding, and you can fly however you want.

She ran faster this time than in the few rounds of practice, and flew more steadily, without a single operation error.Yue saw her progress and adaptability, and felt relieved and complicated.

The witches who were chasing them were getting closer and closer, outflanking them from multiple directions, trying to trap the three witches who had sneaked away in the center of the circle.Although the ability of a single weak witch is a little bit, once the weak power is highly concentrated, it will only become more and more difficult for ordinary witches to deal with.

Ants can kill an elephant with great strength and can trample ordinary people to death through absolute superiority in numbers, thousands of witches with murderous intentions, and they can also kill two witches who are alone and one who has no strength. Unbelievable.

Some scattered magic attacks rushed towards the rear of the team, Yue used defensive magic to absorb some of them, and dodged the rest.

The wilderness airspace that no one cares about ushered in an unprecedented and grand carnival on a special celebration night.The light of spells and lamps made the dark clouds colorfully reflected.

More and more weak witches came to support on broomsticks, and a fierce battle was imminent.

In the western sky, a huge metal object suddenly rushed out of the center of the exploding fireworks, drawing a brass-colored arc in midair, and crashing straight into the Asahina Shrine on the top of Mount Akabane.

(End of this chapter)