Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

What a shame!

Her palms were slightly sweaty due to shyness and embarrassment.

The next second, she withdrew her hand from the boy's palm, but the shyness could not be driven away.

Iinuma Xun also knew that she was embarrassed, so he got out of bed and said with a smile, "I'll make breakfast."

After a while, there was the sound of a door opening and closing.

This made Huacheng Xingzi feel ashamed again.

At the age of 37, she actually slept in the same bed with a boy who could be her son, and who was also the son of her best friend... Although nothing happened, this somewhat daring thing was completely contrary to the traditional education she had received since childhood.

After getting out of bed, she subconsciously looked in the mirror.

I look neatly dressed in the mirror.

Axun did not let her down!

But she felt a little unhappy for no reason...

Huacheng Xingzi walked into the bathroom, picked up the shower head and showered herself from head to toe, as if to wash away the smell of the boy that was clung to her body.

But no matter how she washed, she felt as if her body was marked.

Only when she is with him does she feel safe.

Your body’s feelings won’t lie!

"What a sin..." Huacheng Xingzi had a complicated expression and sighed endlessly.

Chapter 24 Knocking on the widow's door again at night

On the fourth day, it was another rainy night.

Originally, they were going to go on the sixth day, but Iinuma Xun felt that going once every three days was too much trouble.

So he decided to bring his big baby with him tonight.

The night is as dark as ink, and the wind and rain are cold.

In the empty room, Huacheng Xingzi drank a lot of wine and fell asleep.

In the blurred vision, the world seems to be upside down...

My eyes slowly closed of their own accord. The only sound in my ears was the rain. The big raindrops hit the roof clumsily.

Dong, tick!

Boom, boom, tick, boom.

Amid the irregular sound of rain and the mournful cries of night birds, Huacheng Xingzi's gradually fading consciousness gradually became clear again in the fog.

Bad memories came flooding back.

"Father!"

Amid the sound of rain, Huacheng Xingzi sat up suddenly.

There was no one else in the dark room, and I felt so lonely as if I had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

The cold wind made the trees whistle in the darkness, and it sounded like many people wailing or many dying people gasping.

"What's wrong with me..."

Huacheng Xingzi curled up her knees, leaned her back against the headboard, and covered her face with her hands.

The relatively clean big bed is like a precious boat floating in the ocean of garbage, but it can be destroyed at any time.

Every shake of the house and every wail of the wind made her feel as if her soul was being blown away;

Sometimes the wind was so strong that it sounded as if someone was crying loudly, and it frightened her so much that her heart almost jumped out of her chest;

She held her breath and listened carefully. The wind made the house creak, and she couldn't help shivering. She raised her head and looked around in panic as if there was a ghost.

She suffered this mental torture almost every night.

...I can’t hold on any longer.

The pain in her head grew more and more severe, and Huacheng Xingzi opened her eyes half-consciously and half-awake.

Her whole body was paralyzed, as if she saw a dead soul rolling around in the room, and a gloomy cold air rushed toward her face.

The wind outside the window let out a long wail, like a dying beast groaning in pain. It was a difficult night, a night surrounded by nightmares.

She didn't dare close her eyes and could only sit there, waiting for dawn.

But the day never seems to come...

"Click~"

The door suddenly opened.

A handsome young man in a black priest's uniform came in and greeted enthusiastically, "Madam, hello! I am the chief priest of Kamikawa Shrine in Asahikawa, Hokkaido, Iinuma Isao! Do you need exorcism services here?"

The light from the corridor lamp filtered through the crack in the door, illuminating the refreshing and dazzling smile on the boy's face, which was very heartwarming.

The old lady felt a lump in her throat and almost cried.

But Huacheng Xingzi has always been a woman with a distinctive temperament, determination and calmness, and her hair and clothes are never messy.

When she is around others, she will hide all her weaknesses.

Iinuma Isao pushed the door open and walked in. The helplessness and confusion in her eyes disappeared instantly the moment she saw him.

"Do you need exorcism services?" the boy asked with a smile.

There was a gleam in the young woman's eyes, and her lips gradually turned from pale to rosy.

But she still didn't smile.

The modesty and self-esteem of an older woman prevents her from showing any emotions of dependence in front of a child, as that would be too embarrassing.

"If you don't object, then you need it."

"Eh?"

Huacheng Xingzi was stunned.

"Madam, I'm here..."

Iinuma Isao raised his feet, and his figure left the warm yellow background of the corridor lights and entered the dark room, as if he had come from a dream to reality.

He was wearing a pure black priest uniform that looked as if it had been dyed with ink, with the emblem of Harume and Kikyo dyed on his kimono jacket. He wore black cloth socks and black wooden clogs on his feet, looking like an authentic Shinto priest.

"What are you doing?" Huacheng Xingzi looked confused.

Ionuma Isao looked at her seriously: "Madam, this mansion has been invaded by evil spirits!"

"Clam?"

Huacheng Xingzi looked surprised.

"I'm here to help you exorcise the evil spirits!" Iinuma Isao took something out of his arms.

Huacheng Xingzi looked at it carefully and found that it was a paper banner made of cypress leaves, lilies and talismans strung together with a red string.

"Can you exorcise evil spirits?" she asked curiously.

"Of course!"

Iinuma Isao straightened his chest and said proudly: "My mother is the chief priest of Kamikawa Shrine. She taught me a lot of knowledge about exorcism and blessing. When it comes to pretending to be a god... Bah, when it comes to exorcism, I am a professional!"

"Your mother was a shrine maiden when she was studying..."

As if she was recalling her youth, the pretty widow couldn't help but smile at the corners of her delicate mouth.

Her face looked very haggard, so her smile looked pitiful.

It turns out that my mother started playing tricks when she was in school... Iinuma Isao looked at my aunt and thought that it was no wonder that she was so skilled in defrauding old men and women out of their money.

After a while, Huacheng Xingzi put away her smile and looked at the boy calmly and indifferently: "You said that my house has been invaded by evil spirits. What should I do to drive it out?"

Iinuma Isao stared at her with sharp eyes and grinned. "Of course, do it!"

"...What shall I be paid?"

Of course, I maxed out my favorability towards me... Iinuma Isao looked at his aunt, smiled gently and obediently, and said, "Aunt Kyoko taking me in is the best reward."

Huacheng Xingzi nodded silently.

She didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but the nightmares one after another made her vaguely look forward to what was going to happen next.

"Ma'am, I'm coming."

Against the backdrop of black clothes, black hat, and black gauze, the young man picked up the cypress leaves.

"There are evil spirits in the mountains, evil ghosts in the house; they block the roads and bring suffering to the people..."

"I sincerely ask the great god Amaterasu to come here and quickly bind the evil spirits."

The boy waved a paper streamer, and the leaves and lilies collided with each other in the air, making the sound of pigeons flapping their wings.

He first waved the paper streamer over the widow's head left, right, and left a few times to clean the young woman's body, and then gently brushed the paper streamer across her face.

"Ok?"

Huacheng Xingzi's pupils gradually dilated.

The paper streamer brushed against my cheek, bringing a cool feeling.

The body, exhausted from lack of rest, seemed to be washed by an invisible stream of pure air, like a gurgling stream of clear and cool spring water.

The ominous substance that was entangled in her seemed to be slowly being washed away and moving away...

Iinuma Isao waved paper streamers and the sound of chanting incantations gradually grew louder.

"Quickly subdue the monsters blocking this place. All the soldiers who are coming to fight will line up in front of us!"

The boy suddenly took a step back.

His sparkling eyes emitted a clear and sharp light in the dim room.

The pupils glowed with a black light.

In a trance, Huacheng Xingzi seemed to feel that the gods were watching her.