I’m a Witch In Dongying

This is the last sentence.

Driven by sleepiness, Bai Shuiqiu entered a deep sleep state in just a few minutes, and could no longer notice the things around him. And Jie Xia also said a few words. After realizing that she didn't get a response, she turned her body carefully, staring at her face with her **** eyes for a while, listening to the even breathing sound coming from her ears. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

It was past midnight.

The sound in the bedroom gradually fell silent.

In the darkness, only the evening breeze blowing from time to time outside the window, accompanied by the rustle of falling leaves occasionally sounded, the shadows of the whirling trees projected in through the half-covered curtains, drawing long shadows on the floor.

Wan Lai was silent.

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It is a few kilometers away from Qinggang Station, in a small forest off the beaten track.

Amid the clamor of cicadas, a wave of strange aura suddenly appeared in the air, calming the surroundings.

Then, a wave-like pattern appeared in the air.

At first it was only a little the size of a palm, but it quickly grew several times larger, until a "mirror surface" of three or four meters square was formed, erected on the clearing of the forest that was hidden by layers of tree shadows. A black arm came out from behind this mirror.

Immediately afterwards, there was a whole body wrapped in night clothes.

Although the whole body was shrouded in black, even the head and face were covered, like a rumored ninja, but this kind of relatively compact clothes also vividly revealed the concave and convex figure of the man in black.

In terms of body shape, she should be a woman who is not too old.

It was also when the woman in black came out of the void, some vague images suddenly appeared on the water ripple road, which seemed to be a small road, extending from the feet of the woman in black to the rear, leading to Into the unfathomable darkness.

There is a dark shadow outline further away, like a square building, and like a dormant barren beast, exuding a weird aura.

A few more seconds passed.

"Water wave" appeared again.

This time, it was a hunched old man who walked out from there.

This one didn’t hide his face. He was wearing a black kimono with his head and face exposed, but an old face was densely covered with wrinkles, which looked like a dry and dehydrated zombie. shudder.

Some insects and birds in the surrounding area seemed to have sensed the danger and fled further away.

but……

Compared to his own appearance, what is more noticeable is the glass bottle in the hands of the hunched old man, which contains a dark red thick liquid, like blood.

When the old man passed through the "mirror", thin bloodshots could still be seen faintly at the mouth of the bottle, which were constantly evaporating from the bottle, and then submerged on the mirror surface like water, coating the mirror surface. Layers of faint dark red. This kind of picture, presented in such an environment, looks very strange.

After both of them appeared in the woods, the hunched old man buckled the bottle stopper.

After such a short period of time, the blood that originally contained nearly half of the bottle had left only the thin layer at the bottom, and the rest had all turned into bloodshots and volatilized away.

Then, the image on the "mirror" gradually disappeared.

The "mirror", which was originally as tall as a person, quickly shrank to the size of an ordinary person's palm. In the end, it turned into a round mirror and fell on the grass in the forest.

At this time, even the image of the "inside world" on this mirror surface has disappeared, only a piece of pure black can be seen, and I don't know what material it was made of, and it faintly exudes a heart-pounding wave. Weird breath.

The hunched old man leaned over and picked up the mirror, carefully wrapped it in black silk cloth, and put it in his arms together with the blood bottle.

In silence.

I heard the woman in black sighing faintly: "Huh, I finally came out of that ghost place...Those floating things are really dirty. It seems that you have to take a good bath after you go back."

"..."

The humpbacked old man glanced at the woman in black from behind, without saying a word.

After a pause, the woman in black said again:

"I thought they would find out when I was inside just now. I didn't expect those guys to be unaware from the beginning to the end. It seems that the famous Qingluhuo in the rumors is nothing more than that.

If at that time, we took advantage of the red mist to attract their attention and directly attacked, should we still have the opportunity to kill the witch, or even severely damage it along with the blue heron fire? "

"hehe."

This time, the hunchbacked old man finally spoke, but compared to the frivolous voice of the woman in black, the voice that came out of his mouth was like a person whose vocal cords had been burned by flames. , Looks very hoarse:

"You don't really think that the green heron fire didn't see through our hiding place, did you?"

"Isn't it?"

"The frog at the bottom of the well, sit on the well and watch the sky."

The humpbacked old man rebuked a few words unceremoniously, and then snorted coldly:

"Blue Heron Fire is not the kind of little monsters that are common in the wild in the mountains. She has existed since the Heian era and has been one of the few monsters that has survived so far. For so many years, I don’t know how many humans and monsters think To kill her, the Hojo and Abe houses in Kyoto, the ghosts of Dajiangshan...

It is said that during the Warring States Period, she once faced the Sixth Demon King once...

But now, apart from Ibaraki Doji who is still lingering, the other humans and monsters who have been hostile to her have either lost their lives under the'weird fire', or have turned into a handful of dust during these thousands of years of historical changes. It's not pure luck.

If it weren't for her character, Qingluhuo would have no interest in fame and would prefer to hide herself in human society. I am afraid that her fierce fame would not be much inferior to that of the Jiutun Boys of the past.

Such an existence cannot be provoked without absolute certainty. "

"Yes?"

The black-clothed woman curled her mouth, as if she was a little disdainful of the hump-backed old man, but on the surface she didn't show this mentality. She just thought about it and asked another topic:

"Speaking of which, she killed the Elder Hatoyama and the group of disciples of the White Lotus Sect who were wiped out overnight in Ibaraki Prefecture?"

"That's not necessarily."

The humpbacked old man shook his head: "I originally had some doubts whether Qingluhuo was really the spirit of the Baishui family, but judging from the situation tonight, this should be unequivocal.

Before this, Qingluhuo was in Kyoto. Without signing a contract, a thousand-year-old great monster like Qingluhuo who is good at hiding, could not be exposed to a big fan for an ordinary human witch. Traveling thousands of miles in broad daylight.

Can……

She was not necessarily the one who killed the elder Hatoyama in Ibaraki eight years ago. "

"If it weren't for her, could it really be a practitioner that the God Generation Foundation spent a lot of money to invite?"

"..."

The hunched old man squinted his eyes slightly and did not answer directly, but from the muddy eyes, there was a fierceness that was not commensurate with his age:

"Seventy years ago, the battle on Lantern Mountain ended with the use of Baishui Sana as a talisman, burning all flesh and blood, and suppressing the'door' under the black pool of Lantern Mountain.

After that, all the shikigami who followed her and appeared when retreating crazy bones and other monsters disappeared from the world. The Tianmu Shrine, located in the eastern suburbs of Narita City, just fell silent. In the past few decades, there has hardly been a decent exorcist, nor has there been any waves in the spiritual world.

Because of this, we all think that Shirasui Sana’s shikigami should have died on Lantern Mountain, and the inheritance of Shirasui family has also been cut off...

However, if that were the case, there would be no way to explain why the Tianmu God Society had reappeared the breath of the Rain Master God in recent months.

So I suspect that there should be at least one shikigami who survived that battle and has been dormant quietly to this day.

Eight years ago, after Hatoyama Nine-Five and others evaporated in one night, my Nine Chrysanthemum faction had also suspected Tenmu Shrine, and I tried and investigated again and again, but never found any footwork.

If it hadn’t been for the White Lotus Sect’s gathering a few days ago that had been obstructed, and the Thunder Valley incident had occurred in Kyoto, I’m afraid we wouldn’t have noticed until now. Baishui’s family had a genius no less than that of the past. .

Being able to make such a move to lie to the sky, deceive everyone, except for the fish who slipped through the net back then...don't do what he thought. "

"...In other words, in the hands of the maiden named Bai Shuiqiu, there may be a shikigami no less than Qingluhuo?"

The woman in black frowned, "Is there another possibility that Shirami Sana is not dead, or that the one who appeared in Ibaraki eight years ago is actually the Rain Master of Tenme Shrine?

Didn’t you just say that the breath of this **** reappeared on Tianmu Mountain? "

"Shirasumi Sana must be dead. There is no question about this.

Can……

The latter possibility is not non-existent, but it is best not, otherwise it will be a great hindrance to our plan. "

"..."

After the words of the hunched old man, the air temporarily fell silent.

After a few minutes, the woman in black seemed to feel something. She unzipped the zipper on the chest of the night walker, took out a vibrating mobile phone from the mezzanine on her chest, and took a look at the screen:

"It's the news from Lantern Mountain, and the action over there has also failed...

The human talisman that Baishui Sana left behind was stronger than we originally judged. Even though the spiritual power contained in it has been weakened to a certain level, it still cannot be broken through by the power of black mud and many evil things, and that On the mountain is guarded by Asakura Asami of Tokyo Asakura, our people can't get close at all...

However, this operation released a group of evil objects under the black pool, and had already escaped from the Lantern Mountain area during the chaos, and was escaping to various cities around Sakura, so the operation was not a complete failure.

During the next period of time, some of the guys in the countermeasure group had a headache. "

There was another moment of silence.

After a while, the hump-backed old man hissed, "These things, let's discuss these things in detail when I go back. This place is too close to the Tenmoku Shrine, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time.

They probably haven't discovered the secret stronghold of the White Lotus Sect in Hanoi. After we go back, observe the situation, and then make the next plan. "

After a pause, the hunchbacked old man sighed again: "Twenty people's heart and blood, just one back and forth from the inner world, almost completely exhausted, it seems that after returning this time, we have to find a way to grab more. To supplement the offerings..."

"Well, anyway, there are those guys from the White Lotus Sect. When they lack sacrifices, just ask them to bring a few foolish believers over."

The black woman said nonchalantly: "That is, the taste of [Yunwaijing] is too picky. You have to use the blood of a boy or girl born on a specific date, or you can kill hundreds of them, so you don’t need to worry about this problem anymore. ."

"..."

The two exchanged a few more words, then closed their mouths, turned and left the woods.

A few minutes later.

Another tall figure appeared at the edge of the woods, looked around alertly, and then walked a few steps forward, gazing round the jungle, and finally fell on the black-clothed woman and the humpbacked old man. The location just left.

At this time, the aura left by the two of them had basically dissipated.

But the person who came by sniffed carefully, then rubbed his chin, showing a slightly subtle expression on his face:

"This kind of breath...Couldn't it be Yun Waijing left behind, right?"

Following this unconscious muttering, the visitor suddenly had his eyes fixed, and stood still thinking for a while, as if he understood something:

"I see……

If it is Yunwaijing, you can indeed travel freely between the inner world and the present world. No wonder that after waiting at Qinggang Station for so long, I haven't seen these guys come out of the inner world... It seems that the family of the Jiuju faction, It's really not to be underestimated. "

"Well, let's trace here for the time being today. After so long, it's time to go back and get a good night's sleep. At this point in time, Xiao Qiu should already be asleep..."

After a few words to himself, the tall figure slowly backed up a few steps, and gradually disappeared out of the woods.

Under the sparse moonlight, the cicada's chirping gradually sounded again.

The night is deep.

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With this sleep, Bai Shuiqiu didn't sleep well.

In a dazed room, I always feel that someone is crawling around, and from time to time I have to push on a few quilts. Although it is summer, but in the dead of night, the evening breeze blowing from the woods outside the window follows the hem of the clothes and the neckline. It was still a bit cold when the gap got in.

But she was too sleepy.

Even in this environment, I still didn't bother to open my eyes. During the period, I was half asleep and half awake several times, but each time I quickly fell asleep again.

Until the next morning.

Near ten o'clock, a lot of sunlight came in from the window and hit the bed.

Under the stimulation of the sun, Bai Shuiqiu's eyelids trembled. Before he could open his eyes, he felt a little stuffy in his chest, as if he was being pressed by something.

Looking down, he saw a pair of small hands on her neck. It was Jie Xiazheng who was holding her with both hands, and her short legs were also resting on her waist. Her small body looked like a koala. Hanging on her body, head buried under her neckline, sleeping soundly.

Bai Shuiqiu blinked.

Because I slept for too long, I still felt a little groggy and became sober a little bit.

At this time, she also understood how the overturning feeling she felt in her sleep came from.

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Like most children, Jiexia's sleeping appearance is not very good.

Even in his sleep, he moved around on the bed from time to time, pushing the quilt under the bed.

This is still second.

After all, with Bai Shuiqiu's physique, it was summer again, even if he didn't cover it, he wouldn't catch a cold.