I, the lord of ghost stories

When she opened the door and was about to go downstairs, Zhen Yizi looked back and found fine raindrops dancing outside the window.

It was clear that there was still a bright morning light just now, but suddenly the weather turned gloomy and it started to rain.

As if to purify all filth, crystal rain fell silently from the suddenly gloomy sky.

This scene reminded her of countless small lanterns floating on the water in various colors in the dark.

Maiko raised her finger again, gently touching the mark on her chest that was covered by the uniform.

The huge torii gate that I saw in my dream was like the boat that Mr. Sakumizu was riding on was swallowed by it. One day I will visit that world.

I don't know when that day will come.

"Maiko, if you don't come down, I want to eat first!"

Mom is still calling her.

Maiko responded loudly and ran downstairs.

No matter what happens after death, at least, she still has many years to live.

Chapter 240 Five That God Promised

It was raining in the gray sky, a fine, cold rain.

Maiko held an umbrella and walked into the rain.

Pedestrians in twos and threes on the street also held umbrella handles and walked forward in the rain.

Walking on the street, surrounded by low houses, there are a large number of one-family buildings.

There seemed to be a layer of faint smoke rising from the ground, in the hazy rain.

Makoto's mood was so relaxed.

After the resentment is eliminated, especially the scene of witnessing the enemy being swallowed by hell, it is really very resentful.

"Ding Dong", "Ding Dong".

At some point, she was in a trance, and the surrounding scenery began to look a little specious.

To put it simply, it seems that it has become a lot older, and it seems to be the decoration style of ten years ago.

Maiko looked towards the place where the wind chime was coming from—it was a small isolated shrine in the middle of the street, and at this time, under the gray rain, there was a reassuring red light.

The light was reflected in the rain, reflecting a piece of red.

Looking at the surrounding shops in the rain, the signboards are all in the style of ten years ago, but there are no traces of people, all are dark, with closed doors, gloomy and ominous.

Looking at the street shrouded in rain, the girl was silent for a while.

Immediately afterwards, she ran quickly in the rain, towards the only light source.

On the side of the deserted road, there is only a simple shrine with lights.

The shrine is about two meters high, and the eaves are able to block the wind and rain. There are two rows of white lanterns hanging around, illuminating the young girl's face.

The god statue inside is faintly visible, it seems to be a young man with a calm expression, and there are wooden signs written in Chinese characters hanging around it.

Asakawa.

The writing is new and looks like it was added recently.

Seeing this name, she felt relieved.

Their families are all community members who believe in this god.

"My lord, please protect me."

This is a small shrine——shesha, a very miniature shrine like a roadside earth temple.

But even if it is a photo company, you can also visit it.

Zhen Yizi lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully to salute.

Then he put a coin into the somewhat chipped offering box, and pulled the wind chime.

"what."

There was an illusory laughter in my ear, it sounded like a boy's, it was very nice, and it seemed to have a bit of inexplicable kindness.

"Okay, bless you."

It seems that in the sound of wind and rain, such a sentence was sent.

Maiko looked up in surprise, and looked around.

There was only the sound of rain and wind around.

There is no second person.

It's just that kind of voice, Maiko can be sure that he really heard it.

is God?

Another respectful salute, and when the girl raised her head again, the photo studio was still there, but the strange streets around her were gone.

It was back to the familiar way to school, and she was facing the photo agency.

When Zhen Yizi didn't know, there was a faint black mark on his chest, which disappeared.

After the shrine, Yuu Sifeng played with the omamori in his hand, pouring it from his left hand to his right.

He changed into a gorgeous white kimono, with patterns embroidered with gold and red silk thread on the collar and cuffs.

"Her mother once begged for peace here and gave her some daughters.

"Now, I cashed in."

This guard is what Zhen Yizi's mother begged for her daughter.

"Hell won't pay attention to her anymore."

A slender figure appeared in the space beside him with a swish, as if the water was shining, and Yuu Sifeng handed her the omamori.

"Take this, as a substitute for this child."

Ai stretched out her hand to take the mormori, and it turned into a white light, holding it in the palm of her hand.

Elbows were faintly exposed from the cuffs of the kimono shirt, and she brushed her black hair lazily and dullly.

In the gloomy rain, the Sheshe, shrouded in water vapor alone, looked gloomy and quiet.

"how?"

Sifengin Yuu leaned against the wooden wall of the shrine, watching her reaction.

Gorgeous long black hair, quietly sticking to her bowed fair face.

"Nothing, mother-in-law is very satisfied."

The white ball of light disappeared into time, and he pressed his hands to his chest in a little disappointment.

Although it was not unexpected, the mother-in-law accepted it...

"Then, mother-in-law asked me to say hello to you, Sifeng Palace."

She took a deep breath.

"From now on, on this side of hell, I ask for your advice."

The red lips parted lightly, Ai leaned over slightly, and bowed to Sifengyuanyou.

Sifeng Yuanyu accepted the gift calmly, and then turned sideways to return the gift.

"Please teach me more in the future, Yan Modian."

A faint red light, with a bang, bloomed from the feet of the two of them.

Two streams of red light with different auras converged continuously at this micro-center, which lasted for more than ten seconds.

In the pale red light around Sifeng Yuanyu, phantoms gradually emerged.

The towering holy mountains, the forests below the mountains, the rivers, the towns...and the continuous fields, among which there are countless figures faintly active.

The light and shadow are clearly visible, and the light color gradually becomes thicker, just like a microcosm of the world.

Yan Moai, who was wearing a gorgeous black chrysanthemum pattern kimono, raised her head, and a pale red phantom gradually gathered around her.

Inside, there is a blurry setting sun, a black river, and a dense flower field on the other side surrounded by the river...

The light is dim, the image is blurred, and there is a strong dark side atmosphere... that is the unique atmosphere of hell.

The power of the former is obviously overwhelmingly stronger than that of the latter.

In the blurred zone, the light from both sides merged together.

"My country, you are welcome to join."

Yuu Sifengyuan said these words solemnly.

The small world behind him was shaken violently, and a ball of light red light with the breath of hell fell out of thin air.

The original vegetation slowly moved away, and the foundation of white jade rose on the ground.

Covered by this group of light red light, it directly forms the skeleton of a building with a light red color throughout.

Afterwards, the shapeless light fluctuated continuously, reconciling the frequency, and gradually condensed crystal clear glazed tiles, white jade-like palace walls, and accompanying numerous pavilions, gardens, and rockeries.

After about two to three minutes, the palace was basically stable.

The whole body is white, with a faint red palace inside, and on the plaque at the gate, the word "Yan Mo" is inscribed.

The light suddenly lit up and rushed upwards, carrying a faint breath of hell.

In that bright aura, there is also a slightly bleak attribute of judgment and revenge.

After the palace was formed, three similar lights rose from several places on the top of the mountain, and each character carried a different atmosphere.

The one in the center belongs to the Sifengyuan Leidian Palace, which is resplendent and resplendent, and the whole has turned into gold, with a faint blush in the surrounding light.

In the rich divinity, there are breaths of "strange talk", "monogatari", "legend" and "story".

A slightly dim white small hall, near him, has the attributes of dusk, girl, and ghost.

Finally, there is the palace with the breath of wind, water, frost and snow, and the rich and light red color, and even the sound of waves constantly rising and falling.

"The covenant is reached."

"Ghost talk's god system has expanded!"

Sensing the newly added divinity of hell and judgment in the kingdom, Yuu Sifeng showed a relaxed smile.

"Hell welcomes you, Sifeng Courtyard."

Yuu Sifeng's will stretched over and touched the little reddish hell, which contained a joyful will.

The gently stretching ridges and the miscanthus swaying in the wind and covering everything are all dyed in a thick twilight.

In front of the path full of other shore flowers, there is a very narrow straw-roofed house that seems to blend into the surrounding dense forest.

There is a group of pale golden light falling from the dim yellow sky, located near the straw houses.

First, a light golden palace skeleton is formed, which is diluted into several times the red light, elongated, shaped, and solidified, echoing the frequency here, with the aura of ghost talk and divinity.

In the end, it stabilized to form a majestic red palace.

Above the sky of eternal dusk and sunset, there is a projection of the holy mountain. The forces are communicating, connecting, and merging with each other, and they have a certain degree of independence.

If you have to talk about the relationship, it is probably the relationship between the Union States... roughly similar to the European Union.

Sifeng Yuanyu's country is the leader, and Little Hell is a stronger alliance country, which still has autonomy.

In the houses covered with straw, the shadows of the grandmother and the spinning wheel merged into darkness.

During this brief interaction, Yuu Sifeng's vision swept over here.

Falling on the paper door, the sound of the spinning machine, and the shadow of the old woman, apart from a little symbolic darkness, there is actually no second god.

"So the mother-in-law you mentioned is..."

Yuu Sifeng finally realized suddenly.

"Yes, mother-in-law, it is hell."