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"who are you?"

Yukino Yukinoshita asked sharply.

She herself didn't realize that her voice involuntarily trembled slightly.

"I am the priestess of this Starry Night Shrine."

Since the guest has answered the call, please come over.

The priestess has been waiting for you for a long time.

After the old woman in black finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the back of the worship hall.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

Yukino Yukinoshita called out quickly.

The old witch stopped and tilted her head slightly, saying meaningfully:

"The guests would better hurry up and come over, otherwise they're getting impatient."

What are you saying?

Yukino Yukinoshita sensed something was wrong and subtly took a small step back.

Ah ~!

Just then, a strange roar suddenly came from the path behind us.

Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head and immediately saw several ragged 'people' walking slowly up the approach to the temple, like zombies.

No, these guys are just zombies!

Their skin was a deathly gray, dry, cracked, and wrinkled, and their eyes were just a pair of bare, empty holes.

They slowly approached Yukino Yukinoshita, step by step.

Yukino Yukinoshita had never seen such a terrifying scene.

"What the hell are these things?!"

She was terrified and instinctively turned to look at the old witch.

However, Yukino Yukinoshita was astonished to find that the old shrine maiden's figure, like a mirage, quickly became transparent and disappeared into the air.

! !

The roars behind us were getting closer and closer.

Yukino Yukinoshita dared not linger any longer and fled into the shrine.

A dozen or so zombies were chasing after her.

Yukino Yukinoshita bypassed the worship hall and entered the central area of ​​the shrine.

Behind it is a building that is even more magnificent and enormous than the worship hall.

This building, called Honden, is where the deity is enshrined and is also a forbidden area of ​​the shrine.

There is also a low, small building next to it, which is probably the shrine's office or the residence of the priests and priestesses.

The roars behind us were getting closer.

Yukino Yukinoshita disregarded everything else, gritted her teeth, rushed to the office, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The roar was temporarily blocked by the door, becoming barely audible.

Yukino Yukinoshita dared not linger at the doorway.

Using the faint light streaming in through the window, Yukino Yukinoshita began to walk into the company office.

The clergy's office was filled with traces of their lives: shoe racks held many shoes, vases held flowers, though they had withered, and walls were adorned with calligraphy and paintings.

Unfortunately, this place seems to have been abandoned for a long time.

The leak marks on the ceiling were moldy and blackened, the walls were full of cracks and stains, and the white paper on the sliding door had rotted away, turning into something like silkworm silk, filling the gaps in the door.

In the narrow, dark corridor, rows of light gray and white gauze hung, swaying constantly in the breeze blowing in from the windows.

Yukino Yukinoshita quickly took out her phone and turned on the rear camera.

However, this faint light source did not bring her any sense of security; instead, it made the place seem even more eerie.

Bang!

As Yukino Yukinoshita hesitated about whether to continue venturing deeper into the house, the office door was suddenly slammed shut and began to shake violently.

Those zombies are coming after us!

Without further hesitation, Yukino Yukinoshita continued walking deeper into the abandoned mansion.

Chapter 367 Shrine Horror (Part 2)

Entering the narrow corridor, the old wooden floor creaked under Yukino Yukinoshita's feet, as if it would break if she put too much pressure on it.

The light gray gauze fluttered around her, like ghosts surrounding her.

call!

Yukino took two steps, and a gust of wind blew, carrying the light veil in front of her and covering her up.

Yukino Yukinoshita subconsciously reached out and parted the light veil.

Ah!

The moment she parted the veil, a woman with ashen skin, disheveled hair, bloody tears streaming from her eyes, and dressed in white suddenly lunged out from behind the veil!

Yukino Yukinoshita was so frightened that she took several steps back.

The phone's light unconsciously flickered across the terrifying woman.

As the light shone on her, the figure of the woman in white slowly faded and soon disappeared from the corridor.

Yukino Yukinoshita couldn't help but swallow hard; the corridor ahead seemed to grow even deeper.

It was only then that she noticed that there seemed to be an excessive amount of gray-white gauze curtains in the corridor.

This is definitely not meant to be used as curtains; it seems to have some other purpose.

Snow hesitated beneath the snow.

The pitch-black corridor ahead seemed to lead to hell.

However, the sound of the door banging kept coming from behind her, as if forcing her to keep going.

Yukino Yukinoshita gritted her teeth and stepped into the darkness once more.

This time, she tried to stay close to the wall, carefully avoiding the sheer fabric.

After walking nervously down the dark corridor for a while, Yukino Yukinoshita breathed a sigh of relief. She had finally made it through the eerie corridor filled with sheer curtains.

Clang!

Just then, the sound of something heavy collapsing came from afar at the gate.

Yukino Yukinoshita's expression changed slightly.

These guys are really persistent!

She quickly closed the corridor door and then began to look around.

The place she intruded into seemed to be a reception hall, with tatami mats on the floor and a low table and several cushions in the middle.

One side of the hall faces the courtyard, where there is a pond. The surface of the pond is covered with fallen leaves and other garbage, and the water looks murky.

In the very center of the hall, a rusty bronze mirror sat on a table, behind which was a strange scroll painting.

The painting appears to depict an island.

In the very center of the island, there is something resembling a volcano, spewing out... black?! flames.

For some reason, when Yukino Yukinoshita looks at this painting, she always feels as if her soul is being sucked into the painting.

She quickly turned her head away, not daring to look anymore.

Creak...!

Just then, Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly heard heavy footsteps above her, as if someone was walking on her.

Yukino Yukinoshita immediately gripped her phone tightly and pointed the light at the ceiling.

The footsteps moved from the center of the ceiling to the edge and then stopped.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked in the direction of the footsteps and found that the footsteps had stopped on the side of the hall facing the courtyard.

Wait, that thing just needs to jump down...

As the student felt a sense of foreboding, a sense of unease began to rise in her heart.

Then there was a loud crash!

Suddenly something fell from upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, a figure fell from the building into the courtyard.

The figure seemed to be pulled by something, its downward momentum abruptly halted, and it swung towards the hall like a pendulum.

Bah!

With a loud crash, the figure smashed through the glass door of the hall and fell into the hall.

Yukino Yukinoshita then realized that the figure was a middle-aged man dressed in a priest's robe.

However, this man, who appeared to be a priest, had a thick shimenawa (sacred rope) around his neck!

He actually hanged himself!

! !

Yukino Yukinoshita immediately felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

What chilled her to the bone even more was that the priest, who had hanged himself, had grayish-white skin, his tongue was sticking out involuntarily, and his eyes were bulging like a goldfish, filled with resentment and ferocity.

Two lines of bloody tears flowed down the priest's cheeks.

It suddenly opened its mouth and let out a meaningless roar, while raising its hand to grab Yukino Yukinoshita.

However, its head is covered by a rope, so it cannot do so for the time being.