Midnight Offering

Riyue mountain witch, Renzhu, heizeyouli

I am immersed in these names, and there are a few strange yellow photos.

"Dad, grandfather, I've got in touch with Japan. If I really want to go, I can help to book the Hotel nearest to Riyue mountain." Mo Qin held the mobile phone and pressed it with one hand. Obviously, she didn't hang up.

"That's really troubling you." The master of Mohist School said to Mo Qin.

She smiles, shakes her head, turns, and the fluent Japanese comes out of her mouth.

"Three sisters are very good." Mo Yin came to me and handed the information of this incident to my hand. On weekdays, there was a crack on her cold face, with a spoiled smile.

She praised her sister without reservation and looked at Mo Qin with pride: "she is proficient in five languages and is a diplomat of Mohist school."

No wonder, Mo Qin's Japanese is so fluent that he can talk with people on the other end of the phone with confidence.

The master of Mo and the master of Mo came to me, looking at me in some embarrassment, and faltered and said, "let The queen... "

I didn't want to tell them my real identity at first, just to avoid the present situation.

Originally good relationship, at this moment, it is just embarrassing, I can only say: "don't be so rigid, even if I'm the queen of hell, this identity only works in the underworld. You call me ronghua or Xiaohua."

Let several older than their own several rounds of elders to me respectfully, I really can't afford it.

They also seem to see my intention, also did not reluctantly call me queen mother, I was a little more comfortable.

"When does it leave?"

I can't help but ask that the situation is not optimistic. We can say that we are not allowed to drag on. After discussing with the Japanese side, Mo Qin came over and said, "the tickets have been reserved for you. You should be able to catch the next flight."

As soon as her voice fell, several Mohist people began to pack their luggage quickly.

Mo Jin has been pulling her brother and sister, making a fuss to go with her, but she was ordered to stay at home. She finally left disheartened. According to Mo Qin, she mostly went back to her room and got angry with us.

I'm used to her childish behavior that doesn't conform to her age from time to time, but I don't resent it. I'm relieved to know that she's back in the room.

This time, it's a big deal. I don't want Mo Jin to risk with us.

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The plane soon stopped at Osaka International Airport. I was carrying a backpack with a small amount of change of clothes. Yang Yi carried a big climbing bag behind him. He became more cautious after he went to the ancient house.

There must be a lot of necessities in it.

Father Mo's physical condition does not allow him to travel long distances. It is the master of the Mohist family and the three brothers and sisters of the Mohist family. The people sent by settling down also come with him.

As we walked out of the airport, we saw a middle-aged couple waving to us with a sign in their hands.

"They are..." I asked Mo Qin doubtfully.

"They are the Qingshui couple who came to meet us, and they are also one of the few people who know the secret of Riyue mountain."

Standing there, the middle-aged couple were dressed in ordinary clothes, with friendly and warm smiles on their faces.

After they put us in the hotel, we planned to go to their house.

Because there are so many people in action, it is definitely not suitable to go to other people's homes all at once. It will be very impolite.

Therefore, under the discussion of the public, let us a few younger generation to visit, several elders in the hotel to discuss the next action and plan.

After the division of labor, we went to their home with Qingshui and his wife.

I always thought that they would live in a very common apartment in Japan, but I didn't expect it would be an old house only in the countryside.

They welcomed us in because we didn't know much about Japanese traditions, such as taking off shoes when entering the house, which made a lot of embarrassment.

Fortunately, Qingshui and his wife didn't mind.

When we sat down, I winked at the viola. She was the only one who could speak Japanese. I motioned her to ask and get straight to the topic.

Mrs. Qingshui is kneeling to one side to pour tea for us, while Mr. Qingshui is sitting by the window, thinking.

"It's a hard trip for you. Come on, have some tea."

Mo Qin translates for us, and I come to our purpose directly.

"Madam Qingshui, we want to know something about the sun moon mountain, and these things..." I put some of the photos I brought on the table and pushed them to her.

I clearly caught the panic and panic in the eyes of Mrs. Shimizu. When she saw the wedding photo of Kurosawa Yuki at the top, her eyes flashed for a moment.

Sure enough, Mrs. Qingshui must know something.

"Please tell us." I said excitedly. The Mo Qin took my shoulder and indicated that I should not ask too much. After listening, I immediately took back my leaning body and sat there decadent.Mo Yin has been quietly sitting on one side, Mo yuan is the same, but he has a notebook in his hand, it seems that he is ready to record important information.

Mrs. Qingshui waved to her husband by the window: "husband, come here for a while."

After that, she shook her hands and took up some photos on the table. Her eyes were filled with tears, and the flesh on her face trembled.

"I know, I know the people above naturally..."

Her hands touch the black color in the picture, but the pupil reflects the scene that does not match the photo.

It seemed that through her eyes, she could know what unknown secret was behind these photos.

I unfolded the witch figure and handed it to her. After she saw it, tears came out of her eyes. Mr. Qingshui saw his wife crying and sighed. He sat down beside him and put his arms around her shoulder.

"Where did you get these things?"

Mr. Qingshui looked at us seriously. I could only tell him the truth. His face was heavy. Seeing his wife crying, he patted her on the shoulder and said, "go and bring me a pot of wine."

Mrs. Qingshui nodded, wiped her tears, and got up to prepare sake for her husband.

I saw that he intended to take away his wife. When Mrs. Qingshui pulled the door, he picked up the witch figure, looked at it carefully, and laughed at us apologetically.

"Madame's impolite."

This sentence was not translated by the Mozhen, and I understood it.

I shook my head and saw that he turned his attention to the picture again. We did not disturb him at will, but let him look through the things on the table.

Finally, he put down a few photos in his hand, took a picture of his thigh and sighed.

"Mr. Qingshui knows something, but to tell you the truth, our companions are invisible, and we must rescue them."

When hearing the word Shenyin, Mr. Qingshui was obviously surprised and unbelievable, and exclaimed, "what do you mean?"

Then he pointed the spearhead at Mo Qin immediately: "miss Moqin, when you called me, you didn't say these things to me."

Mo Qin immediately admitted: "I'm very sorry to hide something from you."

Mr. Qingshui gave us a sharp glance. Then he shook his head as if he had compromised. He said, "we are ordinary people. We don't know each other. We can contact me. What else can we do except Youli and Riyueshan?"

He got up from tatami, went to one side of the cabinet, took out a long box, put it on the table, opened it.

There are a few photos inside, the things taken above, let us five people stare big eyes!

The background of each one looks beautiful. There are also some pictures of witches and a panoramic view of a shrine.

The last few photos are very fuzzy. Compared with the clear photos before, these photos are taken secretly. No matter the angle or the location, they feel very hidden.

And what's shown in the picture also makes my pupils shrink.

The strange wedding scenes and the girls forced into the coffin. I can feel the despair and unwillingness of the girls through this photo.

"It's called a bandit. It's a kind of wooden box for putting people's posts."

Mr. shimizumi corrected my statement. He took out the basic notebook in the box and put it neatly on the table.

"My grandfather was a journalist. At that time, Riyueshan was very famous. He was also entrusted to go there to take and record some photos for publishing in newspapers."

"But when he was working there, he still found the real secret behind the sun moon mountain. These are his diaries and some investigation materials."

He passed on the thing, and Mo Qin and I looked at each other, took it respectfully and opened it to see.

"When he was in Riyue mountain, he fell in love with a witch." Mr. Qingshui pointed his finger at the witch portrait.

"You are Kurosawa."

I was surprised to find that Mr. Qingshui's ancestors and Kurosawa Yuki had such a relationship!

Mo Qin sat aside and looked at her diary with a shocked expression on her face. She did not change for a long time.

"My ancestors, therefore, did not publicize the secrets of the sun moon mountain. Those photos and diaries were also kept by my family, and they were not allowed to be disclosed."

He looked at the door slightly annoyed, as if dissatisfied with why his wife had not brought the wine.

"Later, the mountain collapsed and the sun moon mountain was blocked from the outside world. My grandfather was still in the mountain at that time, so he disappeared, leaving only these precious records."

My hands stroked the rough, yellowing photograph and my eyes narrowed.

"In order to miss him, the family has not lost the box, and respect his wishes, so it has been handed down from generation to generation."

Just as he was about to explain the matter, there was a knock at the door and a sound of opening the door.Mrs. Qingshui carries a tray with wine, quilt and dishes.

"It's been a long time for you." Her voice is very light and low.

Yang Yi seems to have received any news, leaving the table with mobile phone, while Mo yuan is sitting with the mozing organ, studying the content.

For a while, the people in the room were busy, and what I noticed was Mrs. Qingshui's face.

Her eyes at the moment, flustered, dodged, even when she poured wine for her husband, her hands were trembling.

I could not help thinking about a possibility that she had been away for a long time.

Will it What did she hear about the conversations that she had just now?