I, the lord of ghost stories

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"If there is a will, then you are an angel, and it is not impossible to give way."

The girl god smiled again and seemed to be talking casually, but her eyes were focused on the convoy not far away.

"A little god like me is not qualified to stop a real angel. Naturally, I have to let it go... The premise is that the will is true."

"Is there really... is there?"

This... Actually, there is no such thing.

Erqiao Xinmei looked at the leaving figure of the old onmyoji, and pressed the phone hidden in her sleeve.

The notification sound that the message was sent successfully sounded slowly.

Just edited text message, sent to a mailbox.

[Confirmed, no purpose. ]

"Senior Qianyu, I have repaid you a big favor this time."

Earlier yesterday, Qianyu Qianxue contacted her personally.

Now that she has come to the result, there really is no real purpose in this convoy.

"The inner prince should not be in this convoy."

Even though it was hundreds of meters away, it could already be confirmed that there was no certain aura unique to the royal family.

Also, there is no breath of will.

There are still a few hours left for her tour. During this time, motor vehicles are not allowed to pass through here.

In the dusk, the dead thread of red light is reluctant to part with it, and it is still refusing to sink below the horizon when it is about to fall.

The thin twilight has quietly swept from the silhouettes of the houses and the sides of the road, and submerged into the atmosphere.

In the main shrine, white lanterns are hung on the tall and majestic torii gates, and the colorful lights are lit up everywhere, illuminating the shrine as bright as day.

Qianyu Qianxue, who had changed into a red Tang dress, was carrying a lantern with a simple and simple style, covered with five-color colored glaze paintings.

Walking to the edge of the shrine, the yellow light suddenly flourished, dispelling the darkness in an instant, exposing a ghost army that was lurking.

In such a bright light, those who have no resistance, vaporize, evaporate, and disappear like the steam in a sauna room

"It's really not peaceful. When it's time to meet the demons, groups of ghosts appear."

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In the twilight, the shrine is quiet, with black eaves and white walls revealing ancient charm.

Neatly trimmed trees are planted on both sides of the road, and there is a street lamp emitting light ten meters apart.

The ground is paved with stone roads carved with exquisite patterns, and there are a pair of wooden benches with metal armrests for people to rest on the road.

Further on, the flagstone road turns into a two-meter-wide wooden floor.

Not far away, there are small shops selling handicrafts, most of which have closed their doors at this time.

She stood there, looking around in all directions.

Torii, steps, main hall, hall of worship, coin hall gate, Kagura hall, Temizu house, social affairs office, photography... The continuous buildings gradually fade into the twilight bit by bit.

As night fell, the faint white light pervading the building became more and more obvious.

During the daytime, the shrine also has light, but at that time it is covered by the sun, so it is not easy to notice... But carefully distinguishing, this kind of light is actually subtly different from natural light.

The shrine where the god lives, is filled with this light everywhere.

Seeing this light now, Qianyu Qianxue felt a little relieved.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with the defense of the shrine.

So as long as you are careful, you won't make a big mistake.

As night fell, this layer of white light became more and more obvious, converging with the lights behind it, revealing an obvious layering.

Looking out of the shrine, the white light is intense, hanging down from the translucent dome, forming a waterfall of light.

The torii gate is particularly obvious, with traces of brilliance and flowing water flowing down quietly, forming a barrier, like thick frosted glass.

Surrounding the perimeter of the shrine, this barrier is thick and flawless.

"There's no loophole here either."

Stretch out your hand, feel the feeling transmitted like an electric current, accompanied by some kind of information feedback.

This area—is not under attack.

After Sifengyuanyou left, it was Qianyu Qianxue who presided over the place.

Although the shrine's barrier is very thick, it is impossible for ordinary monsters to break in, but you must also beware of hostile gods.

For some gods, willing to pay the price, it is not completely impossible to break into here.

"I haven't found the power of other gods yet, only ghosts appear... Is it because I haven't made up my mind?"

She has personally dealt with three waves, all of which are relatively powerful races among monsters.

Although there is also a night watch team arranged to check the enchantment regularly, but she is worried about the inspections of those witches.

Certain powers may be completely hidden from their spiritual perception.

In this quiet space, suddenly there was a vibration in her pocket, and a text message sounded, and she turned on the phone.

In the mailbox, Erqiao Xinmei's reply lay quietly.

After reading the email, she smiled like a flower.

"Very good, at least one fake convoy has been ruled out."

Then quickly edited the information and sent the information to Yuu Sifeng.

"Be sure to come back smoothly, Yuu."

On the other side, the old school building, a certain room.

The last ray of the setting sun was about to set, and most of the school buildings had already sunk into darkness.

Sitting on the window sill, her long black hair fluttered wildly in the howling wind. The girl with a peaceful expression was silent, looking in a certain direction. .

In the room behind her, the silver-haired Zizi sat on a high-backed chair, and suddenly asked:

"Xizi, you want to see him, why don't you go now?"

"Because I promised to guard the branch office for him, I believe he will come back smoothly!"

The last ray of the setting sun sank unwillingly, the twilight dyed the distant mountains, and everything fell into a certain hazy outline.

The beautiful girl in the long black dress propped herself up on the window sill, jumped down from the narrow space along the window, landed lightly, and caressed her knee-length dress with one hand.

On her fair and beautiful face, there is the determination that Geng Zizi is familiar with.

"elder sister……"

Due to her appearance and experience, as a mortal, Zizi often looks more like a grandmother.

She hadn't called Xizi by this name for a long time.

"What if... I mean if... he doesn't come back?"

"Will not!"

Xizi replied firmly.

"What if?"

"Then I'll wait!"

Xizi's voice was very soft and calm, echoing in the silent room, with a certain unquestionable firmness.

"Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, he will definitely come back."

In this world, gods will not perish easily.

Her words made Geng Zizi fall into silence.

"Grandma, I'm back!"

Wujiang seemed to be timing himself and ran in from the outside.

Her face was exactly like Xizi, soft and delicate, so that Geng Zizi had the illusion that her sister was resurrected at a certain moment.

Wujiang changed into a red and white maiden costume, and wrapped her long hair in paper, looking very energetic, with an extra vivacity of a sports girl.

"Just now, I saw strange things gathered outside again."

"Using this Kagura bell, knocking it twice, it will purify them all!"

Her inspiration was a little mediocre, and what she saw was some smoky, gray, purple-black, clustered things.

"Those are ordinary monsters, resentful spirits and the like. Wujiang, you take the Kagura bell and dance, and you can purify a lot at once."

Xizi looked at the kagura bell in Wujiang's palm, and there was still a faint aura on the edge.

"Again, I'm going to dance again..."

"This is the practice that a true priestess must be proficient in."

"Is dancing a shrine maiden's training?"

"No matter what kind of miko, one of the main jobs is dancing!"

Pulling the priestess costume on his body, Gengwu Jiang was a little embarrassed and resisted reluctantly.

"Is there a shrine maiden who shoots exorcism arrows?"

"Are you talking about the legendary shrine maiden who wiped out hundreds of youkai with one arrow?"

Before Xizi could speak, Geng Zizi had already refuted.

"During the Warring States Period, there did exist such powerful shrine maidens who could kill powerful monsters with a single blow using arrows transformed from their own spiritual power."

"Sister Xizi can do that with all she can do."

"However, to be able to achieve this level, one's own strength is already a god."

"You should give up your heart!"

"What, in case I actually have a hidden talent..."

"Is there any, you know best in your heart."

Listening to the quarrel between Geng Wujiang and Geng Zizi, Xizi stared into the distance, and gradually smiled as the lights of Wanjia appeared little by little.

When did you get used to his existence?

When we first met in the old school building, did you fall in love with him back then?

If not, when did you start liking it?

The bits and pieces of memory flow when recalling.

The past experience is like a filter added to the memory, and the whole is beautiful and relaxing.

The picture changes, the beautifully decorated frame, plus the soft and soothing background music with sweetness.

Bit by bit, the mood has settled down to the present and merged into emotions.

I can't tell, maybe that's how I feel.

Be sure, come back safely!

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"Our itinerary really leaked!"

"So, this man-god is unwilling to give way?"