I, the lord of ghost stories

Wujiang was a little uncertain.

Sacred Heart Women's University is a school for young ladies in Japan, and they usually go all the way up from the affiliated elementary school and middle school.

The parents of the students who are studying are either rich or noble, and the alumni include the current wife of the emperor and the wife of the prime minister.

"But Sacred Heart Women's University is generally a pure school, right? It's hard for mixed school students admitted halfway through?"

This is indeed a problem.

"Well, so I'm still thinking about other private colleges... But anyway, we're going to college and not really trying to get a diploma."

Wujiang sighed, a little helpless.

"We probably went to learn how to be a housewife... I heard that there is an organized alumni association in the university that will introduce high-quality men, so..."

"Our fate can be seen to the end at a glance."

"Education, fellowship, marriage, housewife..."

"It's really... thinking about it, I feel that there is no wave, and there is no fun at all."

Wu Jiang's words resonated.

"Everyone is like this, oh..."

After leaving the activity room, Wujiang ran to the third floor of the administration building and found the principal's office.

Knocked on the door and waited.

There was no movement behind the door.

"not here?"

She frowned.

If it's not in the principal's office, it's probably in Fengzaka in the back mountain.

Fengzaka, as the name suggests, is a hillside with many maple trees.

The mountain behind the campus.

A ramp winds its way down a hill well above the ground.

A long time ago, people believed that they should not live in places that were too high, so there was no human habitation at a certain height.

Similarly, Fengsaka is no exception, and there are no residential houses on the hills.

Chapter 120

Even the vending machines that often appeared later did not appear on the way at this time.

Vending machines are very common in this country.

Even in the remotest countryside, vending machines are usually arranged.

There are even so many that it is a bit morbid-some roads may not even have a single person passing by in a day, and there will be vending machines at the end of the road.

Going forward along the road, the road is blocked by the forest, and finally a trail like a mountain road appears.

Geng Wujiang walked up the long stairs.

"It's getting dark."

She quickened her pace and looked up at the mountains in the distance.

Arriving here, the vision is wide, the mountains are deep, and the gentle natural wind is blowing.

What a beautiful country scene, a magnificent picture scroll that cannot be displayed by any machine or manpower.

It has been a wonderful and worry-free six years, maybe there will be another nine years like this, and it is said that it will be developed in succession in the future.

At that time, how much of these beautiful scenery can be preserved?

Although the advancement of urbanization has already spread the curtain in the city, there is still no way to completely transform it into a modern city full of high-rise buildings in a short period of time.

It's just that if all the high-rise buildings of steel and concrete stand erected in Asakawa City, then this pastoral scenery will be out of the reach of the people in the city, so it's hard to say whether it is good or bad.

Geng Wujiang had such an idea.

Surrounded by maple trees, the red leaves are connected with the sunset, which is really beautiful.

"No matter how beautiful the maple forest is, it will look like that after a long time. Sooner or later, you will get tired of it."

There are gusts of mountain wind blowing in the mountains at this time, and the cold temperature in the air, touching the skin, will make people shudder unconsciously, but feel calm from the heart.

In the distance, she heard the sound of the Kagura bell.

At the end of the ramp, there is a flat land surrounded by tall trees.

Geng Wujiang remembered that place, before...someone carved the words "Xizi's Tomb" crookedly under the old tree.

Later, my grandmother often stayed here, lost in thoughts alone, remembering the dead.

In fact, Wujiang knew... Grandma could also see...the dark Xizi wandering around the campus.

That gesture of resentment, that restless gesture.

It is said that those old people who sacrificed Xizi back then could see...the resentful Xizi.

Because of this, they invited famous priests and mages at any cost, and imposed a strong and powerful blockade on all parts of the school.

Under heavy blockade, it was ensured that Xizi could not leave the school.

It's just that maybe it's because of guilt, or fear... Those who participated in the "Bronze Man Incident" all passed away early.

Only Geng Zizi, who was still young at the time, successfully took over the position of chairman of the school.

"Those people, all of them have ghosts in their hearts and dare not approach the school, so they gave the position of the chairman of the school to their grandmother..."

This is compensation, but also fear.

After all, you can always see an ominous evil spirit with a dark body and full of resentment, running around. As a murderer, how can you not be worried?

At the end of the ramp, Geng Zizi built a small shrine to commemorate Xizi.

Although the shrine is small, it has all internal organs.

There are miniature red torii gates, only one person high and three to four meters wide.

In the three-meter-high octagonal stone pavilion surrounded by Zhuliansheng, the god of Gengxizi is enshrined, and there are stone tablets engraved with his life.

It is not exactly a shrine, because there is an incense burner in front of the shrine, and incense candles are burning day and night.

Geng Zizi... The chairman here is commemorating her sister.

Looking forward to the pure and beautiful 16-year-old Xizi appearing in front of her again.

Geng Wujiang has always known this obsession of his grandmother - he wants to see his sister rest in peace and be free from the posture of the resentful spirit.

This is exactly what she saw when she stepped forward.

Surrounding the shrine, the clothes worn by those figures all have patterns of white chrysanthemums.

These people are all from the Asamiya family.

All along, they have accepted long-term commissions, and they will come here to hold a small sacrifice every month, and hold a grand middle sacrifice on important festivals.

The purpose is to appease Geng Xizi's resentment and offer sacrificial gifts.

Over the decades, it has become almost a local custom.

Yes, at first, it was the guilty villagers and the people who witnessed Xizi's resentment in the evening, who raised money to ask someone to sacrifice to Xizi to appease the resentment.

Over the past few decades, this consciousness of offering sacrifices to Xizi has gradually become a customary rule—the truth was tacitly tampered with and distorted during the expansion of Asakawa Town.

Tacitly declare the sacrifices with guilt and fear as "local customs" to the outside world.

Afterwards, as they died one after another, not many people knew the truth anymore.

Therefore, Xizi has become a folk sacrifice in local customs, and has a small community—even if it is only the lowest village community.

Because those people back then were actually well-known people in the village, and some of their decisions have profoundly affected the present——

For example——on the stone tablet in front of the shrine, it is also recorded that "the girl Xizi dedicated her life to quell the disaster".

In front of the shrine, a man dressed in a black patriarch's hunting suit and a hat with a long crown on his head was kneeling respectfully on the cushion.

Behind him, there are four priestesses in red and white priestess robes holding Kagura bells.

The courtesy and music sounded.

It is the sound of the ancient rhyme of shamisen, thirteen-string koto, and taiko drum.

"Boom boom boom——"

Among them, the rhythm of the Taiko drum is the most obvious, and it spreads far in the mountains.

The kagura bells in the hands of these girls who worshiped the gods were raised, and their bodies were short.

wow-

A crisp bell rang.

Accompanied by the ceremony and music, the maidens slowly danced around the main stone in a solemn and solemn manner.

Sometimes their eyes are half closed, sometimes they shake the Kagura bell lightly, and their feet move around, showing an indescribable elegance and beauty.

The snow-white sleeve robe was raised and lowered, and the Kagura bell with a golden halo appeared on the surface made a tinkling sound.

No one made a sound during the entire ceremony, and everyone stood silently.

Under this solemn and ancient sacrificial activity, it seems that the whole person has to be integrated into this ceremony.

This is the ritual of cleansing, using the dance of the priestess to dispel resentment and turn it into peace.

As the ceremony proceeds.

The priests of Ma Gong's family stood up slowly holding the board, walked solemnly, and came to the shrine.

Solemnly finished reading the sacrificial speech.

The general idea is to express my gratitude to Xizi, who sacrificed herself for the eradication of the plague, for her noble and kind qualities, and for Xizi to finally become a patron saint, guarding this land forever... It's about such a story.

After speaking, burn the offering.

Flowers, spices, cloth bags... There are many things that don't look famous but seem expensive.

All of them were burned on the spot in a simple altar in front of the shrine.

Faintly, it seemed that in the firelight, the girl in the sailor suit with long black hair appeared.

Chapter 120

"elder sister……"

The aged Geng Zizi, seeing this scene, left two lines of tears on his old face.

"God hangs down..."

Among the priests of the Asamiya family who were watching, a commotion suddenly broke out.

"Geng Xizi has officially ascended to the throne of God!"

After a while, a priest of the Asamiya family, wearing hunting clothes, came to Geng Zizi and asked solemnly.

"We have to tell you about this matter... about Geng Xizi, who has officially ascended to the throne of God.

"Looking at the divine power, it is the first position, and it has been officially recognized by the spirit world."

"Congratulations, the Geng family now has a real clan god."

"Also, it's from the God class than Tianjin."

The faint white light gradually faded, and the figure disappeared.

When Geng Wujiang came to his grandmother's side, he didn't understand what happened at all.

"Wujiang, grandma has something to do today, you should go home first."

Before Geng Wujiang could tell what he had seen and heard today, Geng Zizi hurried to the crowd on the other side under the leadership of the priests of the Ma Gong family at a vigorous speed that did not meet his age.