"Although the rumors about the curse are different, the Owari Tokugawa family is considered to be the family that suffers the deepest blood curse."

During the chat, Xiaoniao Yuzhengong's blue eyes were surging, and he kept sweeping through the forest, as if searching for possible spiritual bodies.

The most ironic thing is that, although he is a "three royal family", among the fifteen generations of generals of the Tokugawa shogunate, there is not even a general born in the Owari family.

Because the Owari Tokugawa family of the "Owari family" that existed in order to prevent the extinction of the inheritance, has encountered a more serious problem of extinction than the shogun's family.

As early as 1800, after the death of the tenth Owari feudal lord Tokugawa Somatsu, the last direct descendants of the Owari family were cut off and had to adopt other descendants.

"Ahahaha, with so many curses, it is not easy for the shogunate to rule for more than two hundred years..."

The corners of Araki Sosuke's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help sympathizing with the "local tyrant" Tokugawa's family, who had a bad fate.

These rulers, how big is the house built?

The descendants who inherit wealth and power and enjoy all these are already the descendants of other people's "bloods".

Touching the back of his head, Sousuke Araki re-acquainted himself with the little witch who was talking and talking beside him: "However, who the **** cursed the Tokugawa clan?"

As the main general of Shinjuku High School's archery department, Yuma Yumori is not much different from an ordinary sports female high school student, except for her pure and beautiful appearance and her tight and slender body.

The only difference is that she can discuss this "urban legend" in such a gloomy environment, with a calm expression, like chatting about celebrity gossip.

"Well, there has been no conclusion. After all, there are too many people who resent the Tokugawa clan. Oda Nobunaga, Toyotomi Hideyoshi and the imperial family who have been stolen from the world, and even the gods who support them behind their backs..."

During the chat, the two had come to a small arc-shaped square near the mountainside.

Compared with the foot of the mountain with dim yellow street lights, there are no street lights on this side, and it looks as dark as a wilderness.

The only thing that stood out was a toilet not far from the mountain road, still lit with lights.

"Well, you wait here... I'll come to solve it."

After saying this to the girl, Sousuke Araki clamped his legs and ran towards the public toilet in a shy manner.

Coming all the way from Shinjuku Station, I have never had the opportunity to "release water", and have been talking about this infiltrating "urban legend", Xiao Sousuke in the crotch has long been miserable.

Sousuke Araki, who is embarrassed to "help plants grow anywhere" because of Yuma Yuma is by his side, will never let go of the toilet in front of him.

"Fix it?"

Looking at Sousuke Araki who was running away, Tori Yumayumi showed a cautious expression, blue spiritual power surging in her big clear eyes...

"It turns out that it was almost concealed..."

In her inspiration, around the toilet in the direction Sousuke Araki was heading, there was more resentment than the Hakone Mountain in front of him.

"As expected of Mr. Araki, did you discover the abnormality of this toilet right away?"

At this moment, the girl only felt that the road to cultivation was much longer than she imagined.

...

Pale tiled walls, dim yellow lights, concrete floors full of moss...

This is an ordinary park toilet that is extremely old, but you can see the traces of maintenance on weekdays.

"Hey... just hold on..."

Enduring the soreness in his crotch, Sousuke Araki, who trotted to the toilet, glanced at the gender marker that was worn to the point of being invisible, and walked towards the door of the men's toilet.

In front of the men's toilet, there is a warning posted "In view of the fire in the toilet last year, please do not smoke inside, if there is a fire, please call XXX".

As Sousuke Araki entered, strands of resentment burst out from the wall of the toilet, like cooking smoke in the breeze, slowly flowing towards him.

"Crash la la la..."

Coming to the urinal, Sousuke Araki skillfully unbuttoned his pants, and then showed a relaxed expression.

"Ziz...zizi...zizizizizizizizizi..."

At the same time, the frequency of the light bulbs that flickered from time to time on the ceiling suddenly became crazy.

The small toilet with only three urinals and three compartments suddenly turned into a nightclub dance area.

"Isn't it... You don't even let people put water properly?!"

With one hand supporting the "Little Sosuke" who was surging with passion, Sousuke Araki looked back at the ceiling behind him.

"...You like the atmosphere so much, don't you go to a nightclub?"

Without taking off the blindfold, he could see that on the ceiling, there was a slender pale arm, running his fingers through the light bulb, like a passionate DJ, frantically twitching the wick with a very fast BEAT.

"It turns out that the lighting effects in horror movies are all like this?"

After releasing the water, Sousuke Araki, who was relieved, touched his chin and looked at the "lighting engineer" above his head who was tirelessly turning the wick.

However, perhaps because of the gradually thinning grievances around him, that arm got a little tired and hid back above the ceiling.

"Oops, it's rare to meet one, don't let me run away..."

Seeing the disappearing arm, Sousuke Araki quickly pulled off his blindfold.

After all, this was the first resentful spirit he finally saw halfway up the mountain.

With the blindfold lifted, the original clean and pale toilet painting style changed into a place full of blood and black filth, as if from the world to hell.

"Huh, this **** filter is really irritating."

"crunch..."

Just when Araki Sosuke just got used to the sudden change of painting style in front of him, several broken and exposed arms quietly stretched out from the side wall, and simultaneously turned on the faucets of the three sinks.

"Crash!"

After turning on the faucet, the arms retracted back into the wall dedicatedly.

"So... are you planning to create this old-fashioned horror atmosphere all the time?"

If an ordinary person who has no inspiration comes over, he may be "moved" to tears by the technological evolution phenomena such as "ordinary light bulbs evolve nightclub atmosphere lights", "manual faucet upgrade automatic induction" and so on...

"Please, the recent horror movies have not been made like this for a long time..."

Looking at the rusty faucet, the blood was constantly flowing out~lightnovelpub.net~ Araki Sousuke reached out and wiped his pants, giving up the idea of ​​washing his hands.

"If it is hidden in the wall, I don't know if touching the wall directly will have the effect of 'resonance and the same frequency'?"

Just when Sousuke Araki lost his patience with the "horror scene" that was nothing new in front of him, he reached out and touched the wall...

"Thump thump thump thump!!"

The dilapidated wooden doors in the three compartments behind him were also upgraded to "automatic induction-type electric doors", which began to open and close frantically, hitting the door frame.

In the three toilets in the compartment, each of them slowly stretched out an arm with sharp fingernails and a mutilated and exposed arm.

"Red paper? Blue paper? White paper?"

Among the three twisted arms, whose lengths were far longer than normal, each held a piece of rough grass paper of different colors.

"Which one do you want...?"

A low, hoarse female voice asked.