【Investigation: 36/47 (successful)】

[Your keen perception captures a trace of the flow of willpower, and you are sure that it should be the source of the abnormal growth of the power of the Shuitun boy.]

"I have it!" Feng Xue narrowed her eyes. With the increase of her golden fingers, he captured a light and fluttering power of wishing that was shrinking rapidly. In just a few more seconds, she would completely lose sight.

"Can you still let you run away?" Feng Xue stretched out her hand, and the Shanhe Sword immediately floated in front of her. The human and swords merged into one, and then turned into a sword light, chasing the tail of the willpower and shot out.

"Wait..." Huaying, who was originally immersed in the rhythm of Feng Xue's sword, suddenly shuddered and immediately wanted to chase him, but was grabbed by Han Guang-

"Don't worry, look at what he has discovered. You can't catch up with him like this. Just grasp and realize that the sword just now is the main thing, and then follow the coordinates to chase him slowly."

...

Feng Xue felt that the true energy in his body was being quickly withdrawn, but he had no intention of stopping. Now Kyoto is full of vows everywhere. Under his full force, the sea can be swallowed by whale and extracted vows, and then stuffed it to the core of the faith of the Lord of Sichuan like a duck.

At best, the Lord of Sichuan only has the strength of the Transcendent Realm. Even if he transforms with all his strength, he cannot keep up with the consumption of sword light flying.

But it doesn't matter!

The entire Kyoto is so big. Feng Xue believes that before his true energy is exhausted, he will definitely be able to reach his goal.

Sure enough, after less than a minute of supersonic flight, the power of wishes had fallen down, and the power of wishes that were faintly hidden around him merged into one, but Feng Xue did continue to feel the golden fingers elevated and confirmed its final flow.

"It's here." Feng Xue's body escaped from the sword light, and 70% of the true energy in her body had been consumed. Fortunately, the Lord of Sichuan was working hard to replenish supplies, and I believe that it would be possible to recover from the full state in no time.

The black hair woven into a black robes, the white paper spiritual treasure turned into an inner armor, and took a deep breath. Feng Xue then focused her attention on the mansion in front of her-

This is a wakayama mansion that is regarded as an old antique in other places, but is very common in Kyoto. In ancient times, at least the samurai class must be qualified to move in. At this time, there are no famous brand marks here, and I don’t know which family it belongs to, or it is simply a public property as a tourist attraction.

With a bent finger, a sword light hit the wooden door, and the old door immediately opened, revealing the Hefeng courtyard behind it.

Jinglu, rockery, pool, and stone road look very popular in comics, but Feng Xue keenly noticed that there was a lack of popularity here.

Logically speaking, even if there are no residents in this kind of real estate in the downtown city, it will inevitably be affected by the breath emitted by human life. However, here it is like a wilderness ancient house, with nothing except a decay smell.

There is no need to doubt at this time, the mastermind behind the scenes must be here, the divine thoughts unfold, and the grass and wood in the courtyard are immediately visible.

There is only one place, not to see.

The area that seemed to be covered by shadows was undoubtedly the enemy.

As he took a step, Feng Xue's aura began to accumulate, and every step he took, his aura would increase by one point.

Through the main hall, through the path, through the dark path, the dark basement with only a few ignitions flashing light appeared in front of you.

"Welcome." A clear and melodious voice sounded in her ears. The girl in a blue kimono was kneeling in front of a short table, holding a brush made of golden and white hair with the tip of the pen, dipped in ink and wrote on paper. Aside her, a large number of extinguished candles were placed in an orderly manner, which made the scene look extremely strange.

"Are you the master messenger of the Hundred Story?" Feng Xue looked at the other party's back, and the pale blue and white hair that was as loose as a waterfall fell all over the ground.

A faint fragrance like incense lingers on the tip of her nose. Even if the enemy holding a sharp weapon stands behind her, her movements are as elegant and decent as she is, and the brush in her hand has no intention of stopping at all.

"I am the story of a hundred things." The woman said without looking back. Her hand holding the pen was still stable. Even though Feng Xue's aura had soared to a terrifying level, she still ignored her last work.

"Can you please stop?" Feng Xue's keen intuition did not feel any danger, but he still said so. Although the other party had the possibility of a free city plan, Feng Xue did not plan to bet.

"This is not possible." The woman shook her head and once again covered her pen and ink. "I felt the breath of Lord of Sichuan on you. Did you detain his core of faith?"

"It's me." Feng Xue nodded, without any intention of hiding it, but bluffed:

"If you don't stop, I will make you, like him, become a battery that provides power."

"It's okay." The woman continued to write. Feng Xue had indeed raised the sword. The woman still did not look back, but just said softly:

"You have actually destroyed the story of the Hundred Story."

"Oh?" Feng Xue raised her eyebrows lightly, not very convinced in her heart, but at this moment, the sound of dice suddenly sounded in her ears:

"Bolu..."

【Insight: 22/69 (Success)】

[You instinctively feel that killing the other person like this will make you very regretful.]

"Uh..." Feng Xue's movement suddenly stuck, and the momentum on her body disappeared. Although this golden finger was a scam and he would give him a back prick from time to time, it is undeniable that it never faked.

The information that was successfully obtained must be the correct information, which was beyond doubt. Therefore, he stopped the intention of attack and spoke:

"Tell me, look."

"How much do you know about Baishishu?" The woman did not answer immediately, but asked while writing. Feng Xue remained silent, and she continued:

"If you are worried about recording, you don't have to. This house is protected by barriers. No modern equipment can be run, including your mobile phone."

Feng Xue took out her cell phone from her arms and found that the screen was indeed black. She raised her eyebrows slightly and said:

"The name of the Hundred Story is already very telling, right? It is said that as long as one hundred candles are lit, and then the strange story is told in turn. Each monster blows out a candle. When the 100th candle is extinguished, the monster will appear. If the ritual itself borrows the form of this game, then the candles on the ground should be the carrier of the extinguishing ceremony, right?"

"That's right." The woman sighed faintly, and the writing stopped for the first time. She still did not turn her head, but said in a somewhat sad tone:
Chapter completed!