I'm a ghost story witch in Tokyo

Chapter 9 9. Night of the Red Moon
"It's very common."

The ghost talk changed its speaking style again, and the sense of the times suddenly faded.

This time the style is like a modern person, but it does not sound out of harmony.They are things that can be steadily followed up with the development of the times, and it is not surprising that they show the characteristics of advancing with the times, directly saving the trouble of communication.

The life of the ancient Japanese is very different from that of modern people, and deviations are inevitable in the process.

Rui Ji never thought that she would meet the Japanese samurai witch who turned into a strange story under the edge corridor. She opened the refrigerator, and there were several cans of discounted black coffee in it.

Jingliu doesn't like to drink coffee, these must be "own" stock.

Don't worry, just take it and you're done.

She opened the tab of the can, kept a safe distance of one and a half meters from Guitan, and kept the knife by her side at all times.The samurai witch is a creature that can turn its face against others at any time. It is not uncommon for people who were chatting and laughing one moment, and then drew their swords to face each other.

But ignoring the identity and nature of the ghost talk, the conversation now is very ordinary, no different from the witch who wentssiping about family affairs in the yard after dinner.

Witches belonging to two eras are talking face to face in the same era. Is this acting in a movie or writing a novel?

In all fairness, Rui Ji admired the beauty of this warrior witch.The combination of a witch and a witch who turned into a strange story is against the sky, and it is an act beyond the understanding of ordinary people. It is difficult to get the support of other witches.

Furthermore, the samurai witch has become close to the state of the soul, and it is impossible to combine if she really wants to.

Rui Ji had to end his unnecessary delusions with a few dry coughs.

The temperature in the courtyard returned to normal, and the damn hot feeling came from all directions, and the cooling effect of the strange talk seemed to be less and less effective.She wanted to ask Guai Tan to add some cooling skills, but before that, she had to ask her name.

It is basic politeness to call each other by their first name.

"Well, may I ask your name?"

"The previous lord, that is, your two mothers called me Sanriyue."

Guitan solemnly opened another can of coffee, and drank it down in front of Rui Ji.The picture of an ancient warrior witch wearing armor and drinking coffee is so bizarre that she almost couldn't resist the urge to take a commemorative photo with her mobile phone.

Thinking that the identity of the other party is a strange story and highly dangerous, the desire to act rashly was successfully suppressed.

"I only remember that your mothers defeated me in the narrow battle, sealed me back to the present world, put it in the pool of the shrine to purify the filth, and gave me a new name. A few years later, they died because of an incident, I fell into a deep sleep again and didn't wake up until tonight."

Three Riyue looked at the dimly colored sky.The moon disc hanging in the sky tonight unexpectedly showed a bright blood red, which was very similar to the color of her eyes.

There is something about the night of the red moon in "The Witch's Strange Tales of the Asuka Age".The moonlight on the night of the red moon has a unique power, and the sleeping strange story is bathed in the red moonlight, gradually waking up in the dark corner.

The same moon can be seen in the narrow space and the present world, and the reason is unknown.The first witch who studied ghost stories proved this conjecture by contacting witches in the real world.

Red has an ominous connotation in certain situations, symbolizing blood and death.Whenever the night of the red moon falls, the witches will be extremely nervous, especially the weak witches with weak combat capabilities. They must close the doors and windows before 12 o'clock at night to eliminate all distracting thoughts.

If you hear some low-pitched ravings and noises, you can choose to open Chapter 11 of "The Witch's Meditation Curse·Global Edition" and read the contents of the fourth chapter repeatedly.

Rui Ji stared at the blood moon, feeling his scalp tingling for no reason.After being a human for so many years, it was the first time she saw a moon with such a strange color outside of a work of art.

A small piece of bamboo planted in the courtyard swayed in the evening breeze, like a carnival ghost in an environment without lights.Since the appearance of Sanriyue, Rui Ji has become extremely nervous, always feeling that there are indescribable and terrifying things in all directions.

"Are you awakened by the moonlight?"

She couldn't help but move half a meter to the side of Sanriyue.

This strange talker showed no hostility, and it's okay to be an ally for the time being, probably.

"I'm not sure."

Mikazuki put down the empty coffee can in his hand, and pointed to the path deep in the bamboo forest of the shrine.That road was as dark as a deserted trail in the mountains, the kind that would disappear as soon as you walked on it.

"What are you doing?"

"My body is placed at the end of that road, and only you can touch it. Tonight is exactly the time to liberate me."

"You want to lie to me? Then kill me first () and then in the depths of the bamboo forest?"

Raj became more wary.A decent person would not take a girl to an alley where there is no smoke or light, and neither would a decent ghost story.There were some reports about the disappearance of the witch in the newspapers. The poor and weak witch with a broken broom sent it to a repair shop for repairs, and went home by herself to save money.

Public transportation in Japan is expensive, and the cost of a taxi sometimes even exceeds the cost of taking a flight.

The witch took that path home every day, and it was the shortest path between her part-time job and her residence.The next day, the ice cream shop where she worked did not wait for the witch to come to work, and the university where the witch attended also found her absent from classes.

A witch who never asks for leave at work and never misses school, two abnormal things happened at once, which immediately attracted the attention of the Tokyo Witch Police Department.After a week of investigation, a witch who had been dead for a long time was found in a wasteland near a shrine in the suburbs.

The case happened in 2009, and 14 years have passed since now. It caused great panic to the witches who traveled alone at that time. For a period of time, the witches did not dare to act alone.

After investigation by the Metropolitan Police Department, the poor witch died at the hands of Guai Tan.

Girls can't go with people they don't know, it's common sense.Even if the other party is a woman, don't let your guard down.

Sanriyue shook her head expressionlessly.

"I'm just reminding you that a witch with too much magic power like you can easily become the target of strange talk. Liberating me is just a way of self-protection. Whether you want it or not is entirely up to you."

After finishing speaking, she put on the red Prajna mask, lifted the knife and disappeared into the corner of the courtyard, her ghostly figure completely merged with the night.The faint blue fire light was extinguished, and the courtyard returned to a heart-pounding brightness.

Now it's time to light the lights.

Rui Ji used level 1 fireball to light up the stone lanterns in the shrine and the chandeliers in the porch one by one. There were dozens of stone lanterns, and it was very troublesome to light them one by one.There are multiple priestesses in the large shrine, and the task of lighting lamps is divided among multiple people, and each person only needs to light a few lamps.

To complete it with one's own strength, the task becomes extremely onerous.

The warm firelight overflowed from the square stone lanterns, and the porch lamps emitted a faint yellow halo. The cold shrine was no longer as gloomy and terrifying as before.

Living alone in such a big place, I do have a little bit of fear when I go to sleep at night.

(End of this chapter)