After the figure of the resentful spirit disappeared, the door that was originally closed suddenly made a loud noise and slowly opened it.

The two looked at each other, and Jiang Li swallowed suddenly, showing a righteous expression of death: "I know there is a tiger in the mountain, but I tend to go to Tiger Mountain. I don't believe that I will explain it here today!" Xila nodded, and with his support, the two slowly walked into the bedroom.

The layout here is almost exactly the same as what Jiang Li saw in his dream. After entering the house, he subconsciously looked at the place beside the window. In the illusion, the witch snuggled in the arms of his beloved man, enjoying the romantic moonlight together.

Now, the room is dilapidated and covered with dust and spider webs. In the depths of the darkness that they cannot see, Jiang Li always feels that he has resentful eyes watching him.

They walked towards the wardrobe, and the two doors of the cabinet were sealed in X-shaped shapes by two white seals. The paper was written with words they couldn't understand, but even so, the two could still feel that this should be some kind of talisman similar to a seal.

"Will there be anything terrible to release the note?" Jiang Li began to make up for his imagination at this moment. He could even imagine that a female ghost with blood on her face was hiding in the cabinet, and the moment they opened the seal, they would be torn to pieces on the spot.

Xira looked at the compass in his hand. At this time, the pointer remained motionless and had no abnormality. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Jiang Li: "It should be okay. I'm open..." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and carefully lifted the two white talismans on the cabinet.

The terrifying scene in the imagination did not appear. The talisman was torn off by Sila and placed aside. He pulled open the cabinet and saw a bedding and pillow placed inside, and there were several men's clothes.

"It seems like there is something there." Sila looked up and saw a piece of green hard-skinned corner in the compartment where clothes were piled on the top. He wanted to reach for it, but as soon as he raised his arm, the wound on his abdomen also hurt.

"I'll do it." Jiang Li stood on tiptoe, but his current height was only about 1.65 meters. He had been struggling for a long time before he used his fingertips to draw out the green book. Because he was too impatient, he made a mistake and let the book fall to the ground with a "bang".

"So it's a diary." Sila shot over with a flashlight and finally saw the true face of the thing.

"I got the thing and it slipped away." Jiang Li originally wanted to leave immediately with the clue. After all, this room was full of dangers and it was not suitable to stay for a long time. However, for some reason, the moment he bent down and touched the diary, a strange feeling surged into his heart, and almost instinctively drove him to open the diary...

Under the guidance of this feeling, Jiang Li couldn't help but open his diary, wanting to see what was written on it. Sila wanted to remind him not to waste time, but once again found that Jiang Li's expression became strange.

Thinking that the other party could always get in touch with some hidden clues, Xira stopped urging him. After confirming that the compass was currently normal, she also bent down carefully and squatted beside him.

Luoquan Village has existed on this land since ancient times. The villagers rely on farming and fishing, and rest at sunrise and sunset, and live a very comfortable life. However, all this is an appearance. There is also a little-known secret about this village: a hundred years ago, it had another name: Huangquan Village.

According to legend, the entrance to Huangquan is in this village. Every once in a while, the village will hold a sacrificial activity called "Divine Sacrifice" to suppress the resentment in Huangquan. If the ceremony fails, a "big compensation" will occur. At that time, the village will fall into endless darkness, and all villagers will die and turn into resentful spirits to float around.

Huangquan Village has a very long history. The village has been controlled by the two major families of Furukawa and Hanyu since ancient times. Among them, the most powerful one is the Furukawa family, and the village chiefs of the Furukawa family have been the head of the Furukawa family.

There is also an extremely special existence in the village, whose identity and status are far above the two major families.

This existence is the priest.

The priest is a medium between gods and people in the Shinto. The Grand Priest is the supreme priest and the highest in charge of a shrine. The vital divine sacrifice in the village must be presided over by the priest. In Huangquan Village, the leader of the Sato clan from generation to generation is the heir of the priest.

In order to maintain the stability of the village, a pure saint must be offered as a sacrifice every time to protect Huangquan's resentment. As for the candidate for the saint, it was also appointed by the priest Sato. I don't know how many times this ceremony has been carried out, and it has been passed down since ancient times. It can be said that it is the fate of the villagers living in Huangquan Village.

However, by the end of the 19th century, after the Meiji Restoration, Japan's rapid economic development and industrial and agricultural production levels were also improved accordingly. I don't know which patriarch put forward the opinions, but later, the village was renamed from the original "Huangquan" to Luoquan. Although the village was renamed, some ancient traditional customs were still unaffected and continued to this day.

Although it is isolated from the outside world and rarely interacts with the outside world except for ordinary daily necessities transactions, Luoquan Village is not completely an absolutely closed village. With the contact and communication with the outside world, soon, a small number of people's thoughts began to change. In their eyes, the thoughts of the older generation are closed and uncivilized.

This society is progressing, and the times have begun to change. The so-called "divine sacrifice" that has been passed down from ancient times to the present is just a bad habit of ignorance and backwardness in the eyes of young people. Because of this ridiculous superstition, countless young women have sacrificed in vain and every twenty years, they have to choose a girl as a sacrifice.

"Since I was ten years old, my parents sent me to study outside the world. After I came into contact with the world at the foot of the mountain, I realized how backward Luoquan Village was. Now that I am back, I think it's time to make some changes. This is not only to save the lives of innocent girls, but also to get rid of poverty and backwardness and prosper. So from tomorrow, I have to find a way to get in touch with this saint. My father once said that the saint is called Guanzuki Maki, who is already nineteen years old. Regarding her, I heard Takasaka Jun mention it several times at the banquet tonight. After all, he is Miyaji in the village (responsible for managing trivial things in the shrine, similar to the assistant of the priest). He is inevitably attracted by the witches every day in the shrine. Whenever he talks about Guanzuki, Takasaka's eyes are always full of yearning and hope. I think that should be a very beautiful girl."

Seeing this, Jiang Li's pupils suddenly tightened. He turned the diary to the title page. Sure enough, the words "Masaki Hanyu" were written in the lower right corner.

Hanyu, one of the two major families in Luoquan Village. And Maki... This is the name of the witch's lover in the dream!

As for the Miyaji named Takasaka, Jiang Li quickly remembered the abandoned house not far from here, and the two notes were written by Takasaka.

At this point, he had almost any incomplete guesses in his mind.

Xira's reading speed was faster than Jiang Li. After reading this passage, he felt a faint pain in his abdominal wound, so he couldn't help but stand up from the ground and walked to the cabinet, wanting to see if there are any clues.

"Mianmian, let's leave first." Xira looked at it and there was nothing else. So he turned around and said to Jiang Li, who was still squatting on the ground and carefully studying the diary.

Just as he finished speaking, Greece suddenly saw a translucent, disheveled woman appearing in his position just now! One hand of the spirit body was still on Jiang Li's shoulder, while the other party was still looking at the diary seriously, knowing nothing about what was happening around him.

"Mianmian...you..."

After hearing Xira's voice, Jiang Li suddenly changed his face as if he was earthy. Since the voice came from behind, the one who was holding his own...

Jiang Li mustered up the courage, slowly closed the diary, and then turned his head.

A dead gray face was exposed under the messy black hair, and half of the female ghost's face was covered by her hair, only the nose under her eyes and pale and bloodless lips.
Chapter completed!