"Teacher Araki, do you think..."

Looking carefully at the painting in front of him, the little witch standing beside Araki Sosuke's face instantly turned cold, and subconsciously took out the giant bow behind him.

"The person in this painting is very similar to me?"

"Don't scare yourself, no one is young in life... Eighteen-year-old witches are there every year... No, it should be said that every witch has been eighteen years old..."

Being chilled by Kotori Yumayumi's words, Sousuke Araki hurriedly reached out and patted her on the shoulder, calming the girl's emotions without saying anything.

"No, the witch costume of Akagi Shrine has several styles and proportions that are different from other shrines..."

Holding a giant bow, Yumayumi Kotori glanced vigilantly back and forth in the corridor.

"In this painting, even these details are copied."

Hearing Kotori Yumayumi said so confidently, Sousuke Araki looked at the painting again to identify it carefully.

"Wow...I don't usually see it...Is it really so fierce..."

"When the Eye of the Void actually made a mistake, was the clothes too loose? 』

There was a blush on his face for some reason.

"Teacher Araki, where are you looking!"

Sensing that Sousuke Araki's gaze was wrong, Yuma Yukatorori hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover the white greasy breast between the neckline of the girl's shrine dress on the picture.

"No, I didn't look anywhere! As a professional spirit remover, I will never miss every possible clue..."

Being "caught" at the scene, Sosuke Araki touched his nose with a guilty conscience, lifted up the glasses that did not exist on the bridge of his nose, and forcibly changed the topic: "Yes, yes, if the picture on this is really you, then it makes sense. You should draw a picture for me too, right?"

The two looked at each other and then turned to the last painting at the end of the corridor.

In that painting, there was nothing on the pale yellow paper.

"So, it's because I dislike me for being too ugly to write..."

With a solemn expression, Sousuke Araki lifted his blindfold and looked back at the "No Miserable Paintings" on both sides of the corridor when he came.

"Or is it that my lines are too strong and the size is too exaggerated for this small drawing paper?"

In the left eye, these clean and elegant scrolls were shrouded in grievances that were ubiquitous and constantly flowing towards his body. For a while, it was difficult to tell whether there was a problem with the painting itself or the space.

But with the flow of grievances, the ink on those pictures began to appear like melting.

"These paintings seem to be really a bit tricky... If there is any problem, let me know at the same frequency..."

After staring for a long time, the expressions of pain, bloodthirsty, or joy on the faces of the people and ghosts in the paintings became more and more vivid.

"However, there seem to be many more paintings like this from this side up... Could it be that I want to touch them one by one?!"

Turning back, Sousuke Araki looked towards the upper stairs with some headache.

Going up from this pavilion, on the guardrails of the stairs, and in the buildings on both sides, there are blank, half-painted, or completed Ukiyo-e paintings.

These Ukiyo-e paintings, which can be seen everywhere, spiral up around the stairs all the way, giving people an endless illusion at first glance.

Just as Araki Sousuke was curiously looking at the dense, chilling Ukiyo-e above the stairs...

Tori Yumayumi, who was taken off his shoulders by his big hand, suddenly turned black.

…

"Huh...huh..."

Mochizuki's heavy breathing sound echoed on the platform stained with blood.

Seven purple flame ghost claws scattered around the platform are slowly retracting into the void.

Below the ghost claw, seven dark and broken figures are turning into puddles of black liquid...

It was the ghost that rushed back and forth before, as if entering no one's realm, "Seven people in front".

"This is liquid resentment? It seems that there is something else mixed with it..."

Mochizuki Che, who was covered in sweat, squatted on the ground with a cold expression, and put the residual liquid of the "Seven People's Royal Front" into a test tube.

The originally decent suit was completely reduced to ashes at this moment, revealing the strong upper body.

Looking closely, the dark part of his right arm has covered the entire triceps.

"Report captain, including the three people who fell into the cave, seven people died!"

"Well, take good care of their remains."

Mochizuki Che stood up and hummed lightly, placing his left hand on the ancient samurai sword at his waist.

With this movement, the black, shriveled part of the right arm began to slowly fade down.

"Check it out, send a drone to investigate!"

"Yes!"

Several team members silently gathered the bodies of their colleagues in body bags and transported them back to the top of the cave through ropes.

Immediately, a new team member fell down the rope from above, filling the position of the deceased.

The whole process was quiet and no one said a word of nonsense.

Whether they were on a peacekeeping mission or joined the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team, they all knew that what they and others were facing was an endless war with the dead that transcended latitude and time.

In war, there are bound to be victims.

A minute later, several drones took off and flew down the gap between the platform and the stairs.

"This is…"

Below the platform, the scattered, upside-down, left-right, upside-down, and endlessly extending Edo castle buildings appeared in front of everyone through the liquid crystal display.

However, after flying down for a while, the drone's picture signal was interrupted.

"Report, the concentration of grievance below is too high, which interferes with the wireless signal, and the drone has lost contact..."

"Well, it's enough... Be prepared for resentment protection, and we will continue down."

Mochizuki Che pulled down his sunglasses and nodded expressionlessly.

This "hidden place" of the Tokugawa family has never been revealed for nearly a hundred years like a viper lurking in the soil to hibernate.

Although I don't know why it is open today, UU Reading www. uukanshu. com But if I don't seize this opportunity to explore, I don't know what year and month I will have the opportunity to enter next time.

The **** Mochizuki Che was the vanguard, and the rest of the team wearing resentment protective gear followed, like a long black snake, winding down to the camp along the spiral escalator step by step.

When passing the strange Edo buildings next to the escalator, they would stop and send a few team members into the house to explore carefully, as if searching for something.

"These vacant houses have everything they need, and there is no trace of anyone using them..."

Mochizuki Che, who was in charge of coordinating on the escalator, looked more and more ugly when he looked at the new and old-style daily necessities that were constantly being moved out of the house.

"...If you guessed correctly, they are all funeral objects."

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