This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Chapter 111 .Watanabe and Daughter

The wraith in a white hunting suit turned out to be a priest who held a certain ritual in the shrine.

It may be that Hideki Hirasaka accidentally came to the Shinjumura area when he was camping outside.

And some kind of ritual was held in that area a long time ago. Hideki Hirasaka was attracted by the afterimage of the ritual and was finally hidden by the gods.

In the end, although he was found by luck, he was still surrounded by resentful spirits.

It was also the Hirasaka family who contacted Master Haneda in advance, otherwise Hideki Hirasaka would be completely eroded sooner or later, when he was controlled by the resentful spirit, he might have a murder case.

Fortunately, the priest wraith is more interested in eroding Hideki Hirasaka’s anger, otherwise it would be a **** and cruel event to let it break away directly from Hideki Hirasaka’s carrier.

After all, ordinary physical means cannot threaten the spirit.

The Bajiquan of Beichuan Temple and various soft skills must be attached to death energy to contact the wraith spirit and cause damage to them.

Beichuan Temple clamped the scrap of paper into his notebook.

“No matter what, Shen Zhucun still has to go to the village.” Beichuan Temple muttered to himself and took out his mobile phone.

He originally planned to come to see the general situation, and then return to Tokyo, waiting for Hitomi Asamiya’s spring break.

But he did not expect that there would be so many things involved in God’s presence in the village, and such a large scale.

Even after Beichuan Temple came here, a lot of folklore materials have been found, but what has actually surfaced is only the tip of the iceberg.

In this case, you can’t even ask for a leave.

Before coming over, Beichuan Temple had already passed the anger with Qianxia Qianxue, and now it was just a call to inform her and ask her to ask for leave.

After the problem on the school side was solved, Beichuan Temple put down the phone, put the pitiful Nishikujo on one side into his pocket, then put on his backpack, and walked out of the hotel.

Some preparations need to be done before departure.

Three flashlights, several batteries, a map of the surrounding area of ​​Daolu City, three bags of high-calorie compressed biscuits, water bottle, sleeping bag, flint, gloves, warm hat, warm clothes

Beichuan Temple didn’t know what was going on in the God’s village. If he was forced to spend the night there because of something, he didn’t need to worry about physical supplementation for the time being.

The gloves and winter hat are also prepared for the dramatic temperature changes in the mountains at night.

“almost.”

The Beichuan Temple with the necessary supplies was then flipped through the map in hand and took the bus all the way out of the city.

The exact location of the Shenzhu Village in Beichuan Temple is indeed unknown, but the Shenzhu Mountain area is indeed marked on the map.

And Shen Zhucun hides in the rolling mountains.

Besides, along the way, Beichuan Temple also met many kind people who had just returned from camping in the mountains.

With the help and guidance of these enthusiastic people, Beichuan Temple finally walked to the vicinity of Shenzhan Mountain before nightfall

A small river named Shenzhuchuan

Winter nights always come quickly, and when Beichuan Temple has almost established the camp, the dark night has already arrived.

Camping people continue to come around, after all, this is the only water source nearby, and camping here saves a lot of trouble.

In the darkness, with the fiery flames rising, there was also a hint of popularity in this wilderness.

“Unfortunately, few people know the specific location of the gods in the village.” Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand and burned it while looking around.

He also asked the people who came to Shenzhanchuan before him, but these tourists are all ‘shenzhen village? There seems to be no answer to this place’ and ‘I don’t know, I’ve never heard of it’.

Now it’s a little difficult to do. If even these tourists who often come to the vicinity of Shenzhu Mountain don’t know, then where is Shenzhu Village? It can’t be said that it will take some time to investigate where the gods are in the village.

Beichuan Temple thought about it and picked up the kettle by the fire pit. Before he could take a sip, he was patted on the shoulder.

“Haha, little brother Beichuan, are you still bored here to drink water alone? Really, even if you have a conflict with your girlfriend, you don’t have to do this!”

A middle-aged man wearing a warm coat with green stubble on his face laughed.

“Mr. Watanabe.” Kitagawa Temple nodded at him blankly.

This Watanabe Asaichi was the first person to ask at Kitagawa Temple.

On a holiday, he took his daughter, Watanabe Chitose, a little girl who was less than twelve years old, out to experience life in the suburbs.

But from his current performance, it can also be seen that this product is simply a madman.

Kitagawa-dera only asked him about where the gods were going, but Watanabe felt that Kitagawa-dera was broken in love, and came to the suburbs to vent her disappointment.

Of course, Beichuan Temple’s silence on this issue is also the biggest reason.

“Why do you still eat this kind of food now?” Watanabe patted Kitagawaji’s shoulder and saw the compressed biscuits inside his gloves that hadn’t been opened yet. With a stern face, he dragged Beichuan Temple up without a word and said, “The curry rice that your Uncle Watanabe made is almost done. It’s better to go where I am to eat this stuff here!”

“I’m afraid you don’t have enough food.” Beichuan Temple frowned slightly.

He did not expect Watanabe Asaichi to be so enthusiastic.

“What is not enough to eat! We will make it if it is not enough! I have prepared at least three pots of ingredients for curry!”

“” Beichuan Temple.

Well, you are all talking about it.

Kitagawa Temple no longer shied away, step by step towards the tent set up by Watanabe Asaichi.

Watanabe Chitose is a very well-behaved little girl, with her eight-strand braids neatly tied behind her, and there is a heat on her small face.

At this moment, Watanabe Chitose saw Watanabe Mahichi dragging Kitagawa Temple over. She was busy trying to get a taste of it, and she hurriedly stood firmly, and exclaimed, “Brother Kitagawa.”

“Well, we met again, Chitose.” Kitagawa Temple nodded to Watanabe Chitose.

Beichuan Temple’s attitude towards this little girl who had just met is very kind.

However, his attitude was kind, only his expression slowed down and he nodded to her.

“Haha, Chitose! I can bring this cold face and facial paralysis! Isn’t it what you want?”

“Dad!” Watanabe Chitose’s white little face was a little bashful: “People just watched Beichuan go out camping alone, it’s not so good!”

Watanabe Ma didn’t have a check on her mouth, and she immediately pierced her kindness. How could she not be angry?

But Watanabe Asaichi didn’t care at all, he asked, looking sideways at the small hanging pot.

“Is the curry ready? I’m almost starving to death!”

Watanabe Asaichi let his daughter take care of him like a big salted egg, which is okay.

Beichuan Temple rubbed his eyebrows.

“You won’t be hungry.” Watanabe Chitose rolled his eyes, and reached out a little hand to scoop out some of the rice soup in another small hanging pot, muttering: “The curry is almost done, now I’m waiting for the rice to be cooked. .”

On the bank of the river, the smoke curled up.

From time to time, Watanabe Chitose preached Watanabe Asaichi’s voice.

The night seems to be heavier