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Tsurumi Aoi held the hilt of Ichimonji's sword in her hand and turned her attention again to the treasure house standing in the dim shadow.

She had already made a decision in her mind about what to do next, but she still asked: "Senior sister, what are you going to do?"

"Xiao Kui, let's contact Uncle Tsurumi first. It's really strange that this thing would appear next to your temple."

Of course Xiaolu knew there was something strange about this treasure house.

She could smell an unpleasant smell coming from over there, and the little old man's body also gave him a timely warning.

But she was confused.

If that Wanbao House is related to some unknown strange story, then why does it appear here?

This is the area around Yoshikoji Temple, and from a mysterious perspective, this is the territory of Sister Mary.

Normally, no wild monster would dare to come here to cause trouble.

It is still unclear what the origin of this treasure house is.

Lu Yewu looked back at the busy streets of the Summer Night Festival a little further behind him. The bright and lively lights looked like a pyrotechnic and flowing light belt from a distance.

The deer's nature has always been kind.

Now that we know that there is something weird about that Ten Thousand Treasures House, if we act rashly and activate some unknown power inside, then ordinary people participating in the Summer Night Festival in the surrounding area are likely to be implicated.

Therefore, the first thing to do now is to contact Tsurumi Aoi's father in Yoshikoji Temple.

Mr. Chinobu Tsurumi was able to evacuate the crowd.

Also, it would be best to quickly contact the Countermeasures Office through Yoshikoji Temple to see if they can send someone to help.

Xiaolu himself can retreat a certain distance with his junior sister, leaving the little old man's body to continue to keep an eye on this treasure house.

Master said that when conditions permit, seeking help is always the right choice.

Master also said that there is no such thing as "making a fuss out of a molehill" when it comes to exorcism activities, especially those where the situation is unclear.

Kanoya listened to Kamiyagawa's words very much. She would do whatever her master asked her to do, and she would always keep her master's teachings in mind.

"I see."

After hearing her senior sister's solid plan, Tsurumi Aoi nodded.

She and Kanoya were thinking the same thing.

After all, they are all disciples brought out by a master.

Kamiyagawa’s education for his two apprentices has always been like this——

Before the inevitable head-on conflict with Kaidan, if there is time to prepare, then there is nothing wrong with being cautious.

Of course, Kamiya also hopes that both apprentices can grow up and be able to stand alone in the future.

Kanoya and Tsurumi each have their own talents. They will one day be fully fledged and cannot rely on their master forever.

As for themselves, they do not want to become a burden to their master.

But for now, the apprentices have too little practical experience in removing spirits.

Even Xiaolu, Xiaolu's paper strength is actually comparable to some of the elite spiritualists in the countermeasures room. After all, among her shikigami, the strongest one, Sanglang, is currently in the middle or lower reaches of C.

But her experience is still not sufficient.

Not to mention Tsurumi.

Therefore, when Kamiyagawa teaches his two apprentices how to deal with emergencies, he always emphasizes that they should protect themselves first.

After all, only by surviving can we talk about growth.

And there will always be growth if you survive.

Kanoya temporarily recalled the three shikigami, leaving only the little old man's body in place, staring at the small wooden house standing like a tombstone on the dim path over there.

Then she and Tsurumi Aoi began to retreat.

Tsurumi took out his cell phone and was about to back away some distance before calling his father.

But as soon as she took out her phone, she noticed something was wrong.

Her cell phone had no signal.

Although Yoshikoji Temple is located in a remote and unknown place, it is definitely not a wilderness where no signal can be received. On the contrary, the communication around the temple is actually quite smooth.

Something is a little unusual.

Just when Tsurumi was about to say something, Kanoya grabbed her wrist again.

The young senior sister pointed to the rear, where the wider road where the Summer Night Festival stalls were located.

I saw that the lively light strip became a bit ethereal for some reason. They were obviously not far apart, but it was like they were separated by a layer of frosted glass, so that they couldn't see what was going on over there at all.

The originally clear long street made of bright lights, all the connected rays of light, turned into blurry dots.

It's like a hole in the canvas made by sparks.

And the lively sounds on the street, at this time, seemed to be separated by an unknown distance, and became difficult to hear.

On the contrary, the darkness surrounding the trees in front of them and the dim path where the Treasure House was located was twisting towards the surroundings, like a scroll that was quickly unfolded with splashes of ink. Then the darkness became like brush strokes, scrawled into abstract shapes, and only the treasure house remained clear.

Facing such a strange sight, Tsurumi was at a loss for a moment. She couldn't understand what was happening now.

So, she turned her head and looked at the senior sister next to her who was much shorter than her.

Kanoya's expression didn't change much. She just pulled out the [Shōtoku Imperial Incense Burner] from her bag extremely quickly and held it in her hand.

The copper chain was tumbling, and the surface of the small and heavy incense burner reflected the dim light. It fell and struck the ground, making a subtle and dull impact.

…

"Aba Aba...Aba whined..."

"...Okay, little grandpa. Okay, I understand."

Kanoya had a brief conversation with the little old man's clone for a while.

The content of the conversation was of course that the scout contacted Kamiya River who was still in Kyoto. Now Kamiya knew that the two apprentices had encountered an unexpected situation in Ibaraki Prefecture.

Just now, Kanoya and Tsurumi tried to explore the surroundings that had become extremely weird.

Not towards the Wanbao House, but towards the celebration street, towards those places that have turned into blurry points of light.

Those bright lights, as time goes by, give people a feeling of "getting closer", but they are completely out of reach.

Moreover, no matter which way you go, the treasure house with clear outline is always standing not far or near.

Xiaolu knew that he and Xiaokui should be trapped now.

But such a strange environment did not make her feel undue fear.

Where is this?

No matter what, Xiaolu had only walked through the Songze Village of Shuizizi once, and he had really seen the big scene.

And the weird place he was in now was far from what Matsuzawa was in the past.

When he first fell into Matsuzawa, Xiaolu was lonely and couldn't even contact his master.

But now, although the communication on the mobile phone has failed, you can directly contact Kamiya through the little old man, and there are reliable shikigami and Tsurumi Aoi around you.

Moreover, in terms of strength alone, the current Kanoya is no longer the same as it used to be.

Master said that if you fall into unavoidable trouble, you must not mess up your position. Keeping a clear mind is one of the most important prerequisites for getting out of trouble and winning!

Xiaolu briefly cheered himself up, while Tsurumi beside him was also using Ah-Hong's Breath to calm his fluctuating mood.

Then, the two girls noticed at the same time that the light came on in the treasure house not far away.

The light was dim and peaceful, with an indescribable attraction amidst the abstract and distorted darkness around it.

Squeak——

The wooden door of the treasure house was pushed open from the inside, making a hard sound.

A man who looked like he might be in his fifties walked out.

The man's eyes had a brilliance rarely seen at his age. He has a goatee and long hair, and his gray hair is tied up. Judging from his appearance alone, he has a certain artistic temperament.

Lu Yewu smelled a strange smell from the other party's body, like the smell of pale oil paint.

It felt hollow and dangerous to her.

The one who comes is not good.

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, and a... girl who came in unexpectedly, welcome."

The man with the goatee said this with a smile.

"Who are you?"

Tsurumi Aoi clenched the Ichimonji in her hand a little tighter.

She didn't know him, but the man seemed to know her.

Moreover, Tsurumi also noticed that the man who came out of the treasure house looked at her in a strange way, which made her feel uncomfortable and even chilly.

But the way the other party looked at the senior sister looked normal.

"Me? You can call me the painter." The man briefly introduced himself, and then waved to the two girls standing side by side, "Why don't you come in and take a look? Treasure House. I guarantee you won't suffer any loss. And There’s no admission fee for beautiful kids like you.”

Xiaolu shook his head, and the chain of the incense burner in his hand swung in a warning tone: "I think I don't want it anymore."

The painter didn't say anything, he just smiled and waved his hand.

Then, in the sight of the young disciples, the outline of the simple treasure house suddenly expanded a lot, and the architectural structure of the house expanded and extended.

Before they could recover, Kanoya, Tsurumi, and the man who claimed to be a painter were all in the wooden room.

This may be the interior of the treasure house.

The space inside is much larger than the external structure of the Treasure House at the beginning, and the light is dim.

There are many framed paintings hanging on the surrounding walls.

Among them, the one that occupies the center position and is also the largest is covered by a silky white cloth, so that what is painted cannot be seen.

But others -

Birds shot by the pool.

It might have been a zebra that had been killed and disemboweled by some large animal.

A stray dog ​​was run over and killed by a car on the side of a country road.

Without exception, the subjects of all the paintings are corpses, animal and even human.

The colors are strong, and the corpses highlighted are pale and dripping with blood. Under the dim light in the room, the thick color blocks on those paintings gave off a ferocious aura of death.

"See, kids, I'm a painter."

The painter said this while standing in front of the wall covered with strange paintings, as if he was showing those paintings, but also as if he was showing himself and reasserting his identity.

However, his somewhat emotional words did not receive any response.

Tsurumi Aoi pressed the hilt of the Ichimonji sword in her hand to ensure that she could draw Iai at any time.

Kanoya glanced at the little old man who did not avoid it and was still standing at her feet.

The hat on the latter's head shook slightly, signaling the young ladies not to act rashly.

The identity of the painter is still unclear.

The other party seemed to be human, but also full of dangerous aura. It was not yet clear what he was going to do.

As for time...

The master already knows the situation of the eldest ladies.

The longer time is delayed, the better it will be for the eldest ladies.

The little deer understood what the little old man meant and quickly turned his attention back to the painter.

She had to ensure that this weird man always kept a certain distance from herself and Xiaokui.

It’s okay to delay for a while.

But if that strange painter dares to get closer to himself or Xiaokui, then Kanoya will definitely release all the shikigami immediately, and will swing the incense burner directly at the opponent's head, or take out the Glock to empty the magazine.

"Sorry, kids. The room is very dark. Appreciating paintings in this environment may not be good for your eyes. But I have always kept the light here like this, haha... I don't want it to happen. Sunlight shines in. Appreciating the light of a painting is very important. Even if it is the same painting, under the changing natural light, the feelings will be different due to different times and angles."

"Sunshine, sunshine, ah, maybe there will never be such an element in my paintings."

"You know? I used to be quite famous in the painting circle. People called me 'the painter who is best at painting dead bodies'. Isn't it strange? There are many people who are willing to spend money to buy this kind of painting. But they probably don't They will hang my paintings in the room. Paintings of corpses do not look like decorations in any way. They will probably hide my paintings until the dead of night and then quietly take them out for viewing. Haha, they will buy me Those people in the paintings are probably all sick in this way..."

The painter seemed not to notice the hostility between Kanoya and Tsurumi, and said to himself.

Finally, Xiaolu, who had been observing the distance between the two sides, responded: "Why did you draw such a picture?"

Xiao Lu is also a little painter himself, although he mainly draws books.

But the drawings in her notebooks are really good.

Although the book is not something that can be placed directly in public, it is at least completely different from these gloomy paintings and full of vitality.

"You ask why..."

Kanoya's question seemed to make the painter very happy. He gently rubbed his fingers over the white cloth on the huge painting in the center of the wall. The soft cloth changed shape with the movements of his fingers, but the painter did not lift the white cloth.

"Where should I start?" The painter didn't know why, he glanced at Tsurumi Aoi, and then seemed to be lost in memories, "That's about my lover. I have only loved her in my life. A person, her appearance completely changed the trajectory of my life——"

"This is an unusual love story. My lover, well, she was already dead when I first met her." (End of Chapter)