"How come... the association clearly has regular inspections..."

The scene in front of him made Yumiya Yumiya smell a conspiracy.

"Forget the hidden magic circle, but it won't miss such a large number of resentful spirits..."

"tick...tick...tick..."

Black blood, continuously accelerated, flowed from the corpses to the inside of the trunk along the iron nails.

The ticking sound that followed was already dense like a drum, and it echoed clearly in the ears of the two of them.

It seems to be urging something, and it seems to be some kind of countdown.

"This should be a kind of primitive living sacrifice... Nail these people alive on tree trunks, even if they are turned into earthbound spirits, their consciousness can only stay at the moment before death, and they will provide these trees with grievance forever. …”

Even the little bird Yumayumi, who had seen the gate of **** open, shuddered a little in the face of this vicious sacrificial technique in front of him.

"Sacrificial sacrifices involving blood and living people are often old... iron nails, tree trunks... Why, there is a familiar feeling?"

This kind of **** and cruel ancient ritual sacrifice, the culprit left behind, is hidden in the dark by the resentment condensed by "Yin and Yang".

"Damn, who is it, who did such a depraved thing!!!"

The picture seen by Sousuke Araki's left pupil is far more real than the girl next to him.

The twisted faces in the woods silently told him the unbearable torture.

"tick...tick...tick...tick..."

When I think of countless fresh lives being nailed to the tree, in the pain of blood flowing, desperately waiting for the moment of relief from the passing of life, but I don't know that this is just the beginning of the never-ending pain...

His heart was extremely painful.

Just as he was about to climb over the handrail to grant relief to these suffering souls...

The blood-colored firelight that was constantly lit up in the lantern just arrived at the top of the mountain.

The corpses on the trunk suddenly stopped crying.

The original harsh sound of dense water droplets disappeared without a trace.

The forest on both sides of the stone steps returned to dead silence again.

Like a noisy classroom between classes, it suddenly became quiet because the class bell rang.

And it seems to be welcoming the arrival of a sacred moment.

Rows of white figures with flowing long hair suddenly appeared and stood quietly under the trees on both sides of the stone steps.

There is exactly one person in front of each ancient lantern around the long and narrow stone steps.

"Are these, resentful spirits?"

Looking closely, it was a young woman with dull eyes and a bloodless face.

They were all dressed in white kimonos, with their disheveled heads wearing triangular iron frames, on which were wooden basins full of blood, and three candles burning with faint green flames...

In his hand, he held a wooden hammer covered with dark red stains.

Between his fingers, there were black rusted iron nails.

In the center of the stone steps, facing the dense white-clothed grievances surrounding the steps up, down, left and right, Sosuke Araki vigilantly guarded the little bird Yumayumi behind him.

Little Bird Yuma Gong also took off the giant bow on his back without hesitation, ready to draw the bow and draw arrows at any time.

Those women who were dressed strangely and had a terrifying expression did not notice the slightest sign of the two of them.

They didn't make any sound, they just turned around mechanically, facing the direction of the top of the mountain, bowing their heads respectfully.

The grievances around clearly were quickly plundered by the arrival of Sousuke Araki...

But whether it was the immobile "corpse" on the tree trunk or the white figures on both sides, they seemed to ignore the existence of the two.

In the silent mountains and forests, only the sound of uniform kowtows could be heard.

"What are they worshiping... are they on the top of the mountain... they can't see it at all..."

"I don't know when it started, I fell in love with you for no reason. My eyes are always chasing you, and I can't leave you..."

At this quiet and eerie moment, Sousuke Araki's cell phone rang out of time.

"Hey, Sousuke, how much is the reward for you guy?!"

On the other end of the phone, there was the hoarse voice of the dragon horse before the second.

"We have already arrested dozens of suspicious people who are armed with murder weapons and want to explore Hakone Mountain at night, and we are running out of manpower..."

"Fortunately, this uncle came from the Shinjuku Police Station, and a lot of people were temporarily transferred here... stinky boy, dare to resist, eat me a friendship punch! 』

There was chaos in the background sound, and it seemed that the sound of punching to the flesh could still be heard.

"Ah, Ryoma, it's not convenient for me to talk on the phone right now..."

Sousuke Araki covered his mouth and lowered his voice, for fear of disturbing the devout spirits around him.

He himself is not too worried, he is afraid that he can't protect the little bird Yumayumi behind him in the chaos.

"Anyway, we are already looking for the headquarters to ask for support, but it seems that there are still fish that slipped up the mountain from other directions. Be careful yourself... Bastard, who allowed you to get up, give it to me!"

Having said that, Ryoma hurriedly hung up the phone before the second.

After arresting the "nipple brothers" in the toilets on the mountainside, Ryoma took the ninth class people before two years to guard the "fishing law enforcement" on the only roads in Hakone Mountain.

Looking at this, the harvest seems to be far beyond imagination.

However, at this moment, standing in the center of the old stone stairs, looking at the woods with "corpses" nailed on both sides, and the strange women in white knelt on the mountain, Sosuke Araki didn't think about these things.

"I always feel that watching them worship like this is a bit of a waste of time."

"Right, time..."

The little bird Yumayumi, who was standing behind him with frowning and silent, grabbed his cell phone as if reminded of something.

The time displayed on the phone was 1:45 in the morning.

"One point, when you were ugly... Now it is... three quarters when you are ugly..."

"I see! This ladder has been set up with a divine barrier~lightnovelpub.net~ It will only be opened at a fixed time..."

She seemed to have figured out something, but her face became even paler, and even her teeth were shaking when she spoke: "Mr. Araki... These women should be some kind of ghosts called "Daughters of Ugly Times"..."

According to legend, the "Daughter of the Ugly Times" is a youkai who is a woman full of jealousy and resentment.

Whenever she is ugly, the daughter of the ugly will nail the scarecrow to the sacred tree planted in the shrine to cast a curse.

If the act of nailing the scarecrow goes on for seven consecutive days, the cursed person will die.

"And what they are doing now should be a ceremony called "Ugly Shishen"..."

"Daughter of the ugly time? Are you mistaken, as far as ghosts are concerned, this kind of appearance is already the appearance of a master, where is it ugly..."

"Ugly Shishen" is the name of the curse spell cast by "Daughter of Ugly Times".

However, its original meaning is derived from a ceremony called "worship at the time of ugliness".