Damn! I'm surrounded by beautiful women's ghost stories

In fact, Xia Shu had already told her about the companion, and she could probably guess it, but when she saw An Zhongren posing, she instinctively felt that it would be better not to get close to him.

That man is a little weird, and it would definitely be awkward to get close to him.

Xia Shu was the last to arrive, and he drove his box car with difficulty until he parked it.

When he walked to Sanshintake's side, he subconsciously glanced at the other's body and the samurai sword in his hand.

I didn't expect that she actually had some skills. At least the things in her hands and on her body had some origins.

Stopping next to Mikamitake, Natsuki said, "I charge by the hour."

Sanshenzhu looked up at his face, then dodged the smoke blown by the wind and said, "I know."

Chapter 186 Paper Man Drifting

When Ozawa Asami saw Natsuki and the others approaching, she felt relieved. Just now when she was standing next to An Zhongren, she almost dug a two-story building with her toes.

"This is Miss Mikami," Xia Shu took the initiative to introduce them to each other, "She is our partner."

I had contacted someone on the phone before about joining, but Sanshenzhu was the quiet type and didn't talk much. Now he just followed behind Xia Shu obediently, and only bowed and greeted him after he introduced himself.

Ozawa Azami glanced at Yasushi Yasushi again: Weirdos! They are all weirdos!

Xia Shu didn't bother to care about that, and simply introduced the two to Sanshenzhu. Are you kidding? As long as Sanshenzhu gives the money, does her life or death matter? We are all adults now, and we should be responsible for the choices we make.

A burden? No burden! The weak ones will die, and the strong ones will survive.

This joint investigation by the four people may be a test of each other, to see whether they can back each other up.

It is also possible that they really want to find an end to the last war through cooperation.

Is there really a wishing stone? Don’t kill so many people that you end up with nothing, otherwise you will become a real clown.

"There was a village here in the past." Ozawa Abami only handed over the address, and Natsuki and Yasunaka Jin could handle the rest of the information. As private detectives, they all had their own information channels, and Natsuki's information channels were more wild. He could directly ask Hashimoto Yoko for help. Many of his previous clients were also engaged in related work.

Mikamitake followed Natsuki with Mikirikimaru in her arms, she didn't care about anything else, as long as she was told who to kill.

Xia Shu sighed more than once, "You are such a simple girl, Yuda Yuuma, you actually want to cheat on her and open a harem, you are really inhuman. What? I am even more excessive than him, that's fine."

The four of them were dressed normally.

Akami Ozawa's hair just reached her knees and was scattered behind her long down jacket, which looked a bit strange.

An Zhongren maintained his reserved personality and continued to pose. Both Xia Shu and Ozawa were already used to his arrogant look and simply ignored him. As long as he could help out at the critical moment, it would be enough. If he couldn't help, he could also be a meat shield. Just standing there with this arrogant look, he had a natural tendency to be sarcastic.

Sanshenzhu was wearing bulky clothes and holding a knife.

The only normal person was Xia Shu, because apart from the scabbard hanging around his waist, he was wearing a down jacket and a scarf, and looked like a normal person no matter how you looked at him.

At least that's what Xia Shu himself thinks. There are three weirdos and he is the only normal person.

……

"Why isn't there a single normal person here?" Xiao Lin muttered to himself as he looked at the four people.

She was quite happy when she got the job. A while ago, a strange thing happened at her workplace. The president suddenly changed his personality overnight. Not only did he sell the company to a teenager, but he also jumped off the building and committed suicide immediately after the handover. She escaped because she was on a business trip. Although it was later said that the president committed suicide because of a brain problem, Xiaolin instinctively felt that the matter could not be that simple, so she kept dragging her feet and dared not return to the company.

Coincidentally, the company didn't let her go back, as if they had forgotten about her.

Kobayashi, who stayed in bed at home yesterday to adjust her mood, received a job pushed to her by her elders, which was to take four tourists around the shrine. Since the reward was good, she did not refuse.

But when she saw four "strange-looking" people today, her sense of uneasiness increased sharply.

Kobayashi led the four people up the mountain. The road to the mountain was not easy to walk on and it was impossible to drive, so they could only walk. After walking for nearly an hour, they had already circled into the mountains and could hear the whistling wind in the mountains.

The clothes were also tightened again and again to prevent the wind from blowing in.

"I often came here to play when I was a kid." Xiaolin never showed her attitude on her face. She took the initiative to introduce: "The shrine is usually deserted. It only gets lively on March 3 every year."

"September 3?"

Kobayashi explained the "Hina Festival" tradition: "On March 3rd every year, we make a human figure out of paper and put it in the water. After praying at the shrine, the illnesses and disasters of the people will be transferred to the paper figures and float away along the river."

Xia Shu nodded suddenly, he had heard of similar things before. It was said that there was a puppet shrine in Japan where puppets were "drifting" every year. That shrine was even more bizarre, as it was filled with Japanese-style puppets, which made people's scalps tingle.

"arrive"

During the conversation, a small shrine appeared in front of the five people.

There is an open space in front.

The shrine must be visited frequently, so it is kept fairly clean.

Right in front of the shrine is a "offering" box, but this time everyone came with something on their mind, so no one threw money to make a wish.

The reason why Xia Shu didn't throw in the money was simple. The offering was fake, and he didn't want to throw away the five-yuan coin. If it was real, he would have filled the box with money without hesitation.

Going around the offering box and going inside, there is a strong smell of wood in the room. The invasion of fungi will cause the wood to secrete resin, which is one of the sources of the wood smell. It is obvious that the environment in this place is not very good.

The space is not big, only the size of four tatami mats, and even if five people walked in, it felt too cramped to have anywhere to stand.

There was a wooden board on the altar, with a pile of paper figures underneath.

[Paper Doll (Props/Miscellaneous), the paper dolls of the Paper Doll Shrine, can carry people's misfortunes and disasters]

It actually is a prop!

Xia Shu pointed at the paper figure and asked Xiao Lin, "Is this the paper figure you mentioned for drifting?"

"Yes," Xiaolin nodded. "It is used every year during the Girls' Festival. It is cut by the shrine maidens. Sometimes children will also make it together. I remember that I would rush to make it when I was a child."

Perhaps because he was thinking back to his childhood, Xiao Lin talked a lot more: "By the way, the stream we passed by when we came here before was used for paper dolls to drift. I still remember that when I was a child, I would work with some people of the same age to escort the paper dolls of myself and my family."

"escort?"

"Because the paper figurine carries one's own disasters and helps one endure those sufferings, so one must let the paper figurine carry the bad luck away. But some people with bad personalities will maliciously flip other people's paper figurines into the water because of bad relations with neighbors or because they simply like to make trouble."

Smiling and bowing in front of others, bending over and stabbing someone in the back can be considered an old traditional skill.

"Remember, there was a crazy man in our village," Xiao Lin opened up and said, "That man would use a stick to knock over our paper figures, but we were too young to be his opponent. But now I think it's quite childish. That man was mentally ill, but we, a group of children, thought it was a great mission to protect the paper figures and competed with him with wits and courage. Hahaha."

Xia Shu and the other three exchanged glances.

Then he shook his head gently.

There is nothing here except the paper figurines which might be of some use. Could it be that this is where Kikue Ozawa disappeared? That shouldn't be the case.

Ozawa Akami also shook her head. She only knew the approximate location, but she did not directly intervene in the war that year. If she had really intervened directly, she would probably not be alive today.

"Let's go see that stream?" Xia Shu took the initiative.

"This way." Xiao Lin had no objection, her job was to lead the way.

The five of them walked along the stream, chatting a lot along the way as the paper figures drifted by.

The length of the stream was beyond my expectation. It took me more than ten minutes to reach the end, but I didn't expect that the stream actually turned a corner and the flow of water accelerated due to the steeper slope.

There is no road forward and there are not many places to stay, but it seems that except for Xiaolin, the others are not ordinary people.

Among the four, although An Zhongren did not let his "girlfriend" show up, she must have helped secretly. The same goes for Ozawa Asami. The truly surprising one is San Shenzhu, whose movements are very agile and his landings are very precise.

"I remember hearing about it when I was a kid," Xiao Lin caught up breathlessly and suddenly said, "I remember when I was a kid, there was a child who ran here and accidentally fell into the water. He was later drowned, and his body was dragged into the water and hasn't been fished out until now."

Chapter 187 Chang Shi

"You said before that the paper dolls will carry your disasters and misfortunes far away." Xia Shu looked into the distance and asked, "How far?"

"I don't know. It's been a tradition for decades." Xiao Lin shook his head: "The adults said that as long as it floats away, it will be fine."

The bad luck is gone, but who will be unlucky in the end? Does it matter?

Although no one has said it explicitly, the essence of the meaning is roughly this.

"What if the paper man doesn't float away?" Xia Shu asked back.

"What?" Xiao Lin didn't understand what he meant.

"This river has been cut off," Xia Shu raised his hand and pointed forward.

Xiao Lin was suddenly filled with fear. If the bad luck flew away, their lives would get better and better. But if the river was cut off and the paper figures could not float away, the bad luck would definitely accumulate somewhere.

If they were piled up... decades of paper figures would be cut off here.

She subconsciously looked in the direction Xia Shu pointed, her heart sinking to the bottom.

[Ghost Story Map: Eternal World (A)]

[Status: Opened (Exploration Degree 0%)]

[Details: A place where the living are forbidden to enter, a place where unknown things gather]

……

Xia Shu's heart was so excited that it took off from the bottom.

He hasn't been able to catch a ghost map for a long time, and he needs to curse it and restock it!

But when he came to his senses, he found that the person beside him had disappeared, and he was the only one left. The sounds around him seemed to disappear in an instant, and he could only hear his own muffled heartbeat, breathing, and swallowing sounds, as if his ears were covered.

He had only taken a few steps forward when suddenly a swaying figure caught his attention.

The man treaded in the fast current.

The water rushed against his knees, but he remained unmoved.

HP: 10/10

When he heard Xia Shu's footsteps, the man suddenly turned around and slowly moved towards Xia Shu.

Xia Shu suddenly raised his hand and a fire talisman flew out. The talisman paper turned into flames and engulfed the swaying figure.

"Boom!" A soul jade fell and smashed into the water.

Xia Shu tentatively jumped into the water. The water was indeed only up to his knees and not very deep, but the current was so turbulent that he couldn't stand steadily at all.

Bai Rongyi wrapped around his body and pulled him out of the water, then swung the white cloth back into the water, only to come back a moment later with a soul jade the size of a fingernail, which he placed obediently in Xia Shu's palm.

“Something is really wrong here”

He leaped onto the Bai Rongyi and stepped on the white cloth that turned into a flying carpet and moved forward along the water flow.

The further you go, the more swaying figures you see.

Nearly a hundred people have gathered in front.

Xia Shu was like a light bulb, and the swaying figures were like moths. They rushed towards him regardless of everything, and the number of them gathering from all directions increased.

"It's really a good place." If I can get a lot of soul jades here, I will have the confidence to find a good partner and make a wish to Ksitigarbha when I go back.