People are collapsing, but Kevin

Obviously, Miss Shen Zi’s condition is not particularly good, and she can even be called confused. In short, this matter is absolutely unreliable!

Seeing the blade tip getting closer and closer, Mei seemed to recall the fog in the ruins of the shrine... the fox monster! And... the fox monster!!

Yes, a fox monster!

The figure of Miss Kamiko in front of her instantly overlapped with something scary in Mei's mind. In her opinion, this was not her dear mother, but some horrible evil ghost, which made her scream and run away.

“Aaaaaahhh, don’t come near me!!”

"Wait! Xiaoying, where are you going? Mom hasn't helped you exorcise the demon yet. It's still dangerous now!"

Yae Shinko hurriedly ran out of the shrine, but Mei was nowhere to be seen. Her worried cries echoed in the bamboo forest on the mountain road.

ps: When two people with different mental states meet, it’s like talking to a deaf person ()

Chapter 63: Terror in the Cemetery

"Mom, don't worry about it for now."

At this time, Yae Rin came out and pulled Yae Shenzi's sleeve and whispered:

"My sister should be back by dinner time. Maybe she's just too nervous and needs some quiet time..."

"Hey, I hope Sakura is okay."

Hearing this, Yae Shinko sighed, still looking outside with some concern, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just silently led her daughter back to the shrine.

And with Mei's departure, Yae Rin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, the dangerous factor was temporarily sent away!

Although this doesn't solve the actual problem...

"Yae Rin", or "Higurashimaru", as the Herrscher of Corrosion from the previous era, obviously made a mistake when choosing the object to possess this time. One would have thought that a perfect Herrscher would be happy to burn human civilization, but unexpectedly it was the exact opposite!

Almost as soon as the negotiations began, they broke down completely. When the inexplicable Third Herrscher heard that he wanted to take revenge on humans, he drew his sword and attacked without saying a word.

If it weren't for Feiyumaru relying on his control over this holy scar space to forcibly activate reincarnation and tamper with Mei's memory, causing her to fall into this state, continuing to fight would simply be courting death.

The Herrscher of Lightning in the current era has a strong control over his own power for unknown reasons. Just thinking of the dazzling lightning makes Feiyuwan feel terrified...

However, even though he had made Mei's consciousness lose itself in that way, the result of trying to take advantage of the opportunity to occupy her body was to arouse an instinctive rejection reaction, causing him to be almost strangled to death by Mei in a dazed state.

In short, Feiyumaru didn't dare to directly interfere with Mei's behavior anymore. If the other party found out something was wrong again, his life would be in danger.

“Ugh… Damn it, what should I do?!”

She bit her lower lip lightly and shook her head like a little girl in a state of distress. She was still frightened by what she had just experienced and was even more troubled about how to deal with this troublesome Third Herrscher.

The mere existence of another Herrscher has severely affected her control over the Stigmata space, and it is unknown how long this false dream can continue to affect the Eightfold Son of God as the main body.

Now, the Herrscher of Corrosion from the previous era feels that his future seems dark...

After all, why is there such a strange Herrscher?! It doesn't make sense that he only thinks about how to deal with Honkai or something like that!

On the other side, Mei, who was running out of breath, stopped at the foot of the mountain, looked back, and did not see any signs of Yae Shinko catching up, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

The clogs she was wearing were not suitable for strenuous running and were inconvenient to move, so in a hurry, she took them off and threw them away. On the steep and rough mountain path, she had only a thin layer of black silk over-the-knee socks to protect the sensitive skin on the soles of her feet.

Not only did the gravel on the road cause a dull pain in the soles of her feet, but the smooth stockings were also covered with a layer of dust, and small holes were faintly visible between the delicate fibers, which made Mei, who naturally loved cleanliness and tidiness, feel very uncomfortable.

"Why am I wearing those shoes?"

Mei bent down and rubbed her toes, roughly patting off the dirt on the surface of her black stockings, and couldn't help but complain.

She felt something was wrong from the moment she ran out the door, as if she had no idea how to walk in that thing, it just felt awkward.

Of course, for someone who is used to modern dressing, how could she be proficient in wearing wooden clogs? Not to mention that Mei only wore wooden clogs with kimonos when she was a child, especially when she attended festivals.

Wait, why do you know this?

"Woo!"

Suddenly, Mei held her forehead with one hand. As she gradually became aware of the discomfort around her, fragmented memories flooded into her mind again, causing her to have a headache.

After a while, she came to her senses and twisted her neck, trying to make herself feel more comfortable.

Now, Mei is a little doubtful whether she is really possessed by a ghost. She always feels that her mental state is not right. Maybe she should go back and let Miss Shenzi exorcise the demon?

No, forget it!

Mei immediately rejected her idea. No matter what, she didn't think going back and getting stabbed would help improve the current situation. It wasn't that she thought Yae Shinko would harm her, but this fact was really a bit unreliable.

At this time, she felt a creepy feeling again. She looked up and found that the grass and trees around her were extremely sparse, with stone tablets standing randomly.

This is a cemetery?!

Mei's heart suddenly skipped a beat and her scalp felt tingling. Why were the things happening recently always so strange and stimulating, posing a huge threat to her fragile little heart?

Seriously, it's not haunted...

What you fear often comes true. Just as she raised her leg and took a step back, a tombstone with an altar made a strange buzzing sound.

And then, the falling cherry blossom petals came into Mei's eyes, forming a pink curtain. In her wide eyes, the figure of a cherry-haired girl slowly emerged and floated towards her.

That’s right, she was floating! Because the girl had no feet at all, and her lower body was as blurry as mist, appearing translucent, which completely met the definition of a “ghost”.

"You...you you you don't come over here! Go away! >-

At this moment, Mei had almost completely forgotten the modesty that a young lady should have, and she waved her hands around in front of her, as if she wanted to drive away a ghost.

Of course, this can't be blamed on her. When a girl who is afraid of ghosts really encounters a haunted one, it is not so shameful to behave like this... At least she is not scared to the point of trembling with fear.

"Please, stranger..."

"Woo, woo, go away, don't come near me!"

Unfortunately, Mei was not in the mood to listen to what this ghost girl who looked like Rin had to say. As she got closer and closer to her, she became more and more nervous. Finally, she couldn't help but fold her arms across her chest, whimper, and step back.

No, this won't work! We need to think of a way to fight off the ghost.

Should I use a knife? Like the soul-slaying knife that Ms. Shenzi mentioned... But where can I find a knife now...

Thinking of this, Mei's mood fell to the bottom again. Although she was unarmed, her nervous mood seemed to stimulate her inner strength. A lavender arc of electricity gradually appeared between the two tightly squeezed soft flesh.

"what is this?"

Mei, noticing the abnormality on her chest, chose to follow her body's instinct. She brought her five fingers together as if she was drawing a sword. The surging lightning seemed to have received some kind of command and gathered in the palm of her hand, condensing into the shape of a sword handle.

Holding a weapon always brings a sense of security. Mei immediately tightly grasped the hilt of the knife made of pure arc energy and raised her wrist.

It came out! It was a sharp blade with purple-red electric light, which appeared from Mei's chest without her knowing it.

Mei drew out the knife and clasped her hands together according to her muscle memory, holding the blade level with her eyebrows, and assumed a "Ping Qingyan" stance. She didn't know where she got the courage from, but she took a step forward and delivered a stunning blow.

"Secret: Thoughtless Sword!"

Mei silently recited the name of the move in her mind. In her memory, a master she met when she was a child often called out this name.

Its name... seems to be Sword Saint Houm?

ps: Mei: I can do it too

Chapter 64: Sorrow

There was a dazzling flash of knife light, and a crescent-shaped sword energy whizzed towards the ghost girl, instantly shattering her body and breaking the stone tablet behind her into two pieces.

"Hmm... do I still have this ability? How strange."

Mei herself was a little confused when she made that slash. She picked up the sword that she had just pulled out from her chest, looked left and right, but still didn't understand how she did it.

What kind of witchcraft is this?

"Miss from a foreign land, please listen to me..."

"Wow! The ghost ghost ghost is out again?!"

Suddenly, the disappeared little ghost reappeared in front of Mei's eyes, scaring her so much that she shuddered. She kicked her feet hard, jumped back half a meter, and took a stance with a knife in her hand with a vigilant look on her face.

Unexpectedly, the previous knife attack failed to completely destroy it. This made Meiyi certain that she had encountered some kind of evil ghost, the kind that lingered around.

It’s over, Miss Shen Zi was right, this time I’m really possessed by a ghost!

The more she thought about it, the more nervous Mei felt. She tightened her grip on the knife and pursed her lips slightly. A few drops of cold sweat quietly slid down her smooth and flawless chin.

This is horrible…

“Ghost! I’m warning you, don’t… don’t come over here again!” Mei’s eyes sparkled as she mustered up her courage, and she looked like she was about to cry, “I… I have a knife!”

"Did I scare you? I'm so sorry! Miss Samurai... I really didn't mean it... Can you forgive me?"

However, to her surprise, the little ghost just tilted his head innocently, whispered "I'm sorry" and had an apologetic expression on his face. His pitiful appearance made it difficult to blame him.

"Please... please rescue my dear mother from this illusory dream!" She clasped her hands together and begged, "Only you... only you who don't belong here can do this..."

Mother?

Mei took a quick look at the girl's appearance, and recalled the "sister" she had just seen at the shrine. She realized that the two looked not similar, but exactly the same.

So, does "Mom" mean...

"Wait, are you talking about Miss Shenzi? Wait a minute!"

Mei was still confused about this, and just when she was about to ask again, she saw the ghost girl's figure gradually dim.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand as if to grab something, but it seemed too late. The dazzling white light instantly drowned out everything in front of her, and the pink-haired girl floating in the air was no longer visible.

Once upon a time, in a shrine on the mountain, there lived a mother and daughter who depended on each other.

Many years ago, his father, who was a priest, passed away due to a serious illness, leaving his mother to serve as both a priestess and a shrine maiden.

Even though it meant hard work and fatigue, as long as her precious daughter was there and she watched her daughter grow up healthily and become an independent witch, everything seemed worth it.

But cruel fate still haunts this family, just as the whole village continues to suffer misfortune.

The daughter was born sensible but sickly. Even though her mother gave her more care and attention and couldn't bear to let her suffer any grievances, one day she was infected with the same disease as her father.

"Mom, I don't dare to think about it. I'm so scared. Is there another world? Can I see Dad? I heard that we have to walk a lot of places... dark... Xiaolin is most afraid of the dark!"

"Don't say anything nonsense, Xiao Lin is a good child, and Lord Inari will definitely bless you. Come, drink this bowl of medicine first. Don't worry, mom will go down the mountain to ask the doctor to come over tomorrow morning."

"it is good…"

Hearing this, the girl forced a smile on her pale face and stretched out her little finger.

"Mom, let's make a promise. Xiao Lin will get better. I will become a more powerful miko than mom in the future. If you break your promise, you will turn into a puppy!"

The mother maintained her kind smile and hugged her daughter in her arms.

"Miracle, it has not rained for three months. The food is almost dried up. If this continues, I am afraid there will be another famine..."

"We can't hold on any longer. Our food reserves are almost gone. Someone from Daisuke's family starved to death yesterday. If possible, please hold another sacrificial ceremony!"

"Yes, Miko-sama! If Inari-sama continues to be angry and refuses to give us rain, the village will really be doomed!"

The villagers’ complaints were understandable, but at this moment, the mother clenched her fingers tightly, and if possible, she did not want the ceremony to be held.

Because the sacrifice to the Inari God for rain is a girl with the blood of a shrine maiden, that is - Rin.

"My fellow villagers," she said with great difficulty, "Please give me some more time. Just in case... just in case Lord Inari is willing to show mercy..."

Hearing this, an emotional villager stood up and pointed at her nose and cursed:

"Are you kidding? We didn't offer our money for this! Isn't it the duty of the miko to serve the village..."

"That's enough! Stop disrespecting the miko!"

The people around hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"Hey...I understand, I understand everything!"

Hearing this, the villager's anger subsided a lot. He collapsed to the ground like a broken jar, with despair on his face.

"But my children haven't had anything to eat for three days. There's not a single grain left! If there's no more rain, how are we going to survive?!"

"Speaking of sacrifices, isn't the daughter of the miko also suffering from tuberculosis..."

"Yes! Anyway, it can't be cured. Rather than dying of the disease, if she can make some contribution to the village, I think she will be willing to do so."