Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

"Hey~!" He sighed involuntarily.

"Lord Youyue is sighing again." The twin witches said in unison.The two of them wore the exact same witch clothes, the trinkets on their heads were the same, and the body and face belts were also exactly the same. The only thing that could help to distinguish them was the hairstyle-----one was tied with the side ponytail on the right, and the other was tied with the left. Side ponytail.

"Lord Yuyue should be more confident, right, Zuoji." The girl with the ponytail on the right faced her companion, clasping her hands tightly.

"Lord Yuyue, you should be more arrogant. Of course, Ari." The left ponytail brought her cheek to her sister's and hugged her waist.

The two stick together so intimately, one sentence at a time.

"You don't need to be afraid. That's right, Saki."

"Because we're with you. Of course, Ari."

"The three of us have overcome countless difficulties. Yes, Zuoji."

"The three of us keep winning. Of course, Ari."

"You're the one we love the most. That's right, Zoe."

"To live and die with you without complaint. Of course, Ari."

Yuzhong Yuyue looked at the two of them who said a word, and shook her head with a wry smile: "You guys! That's right, no matter what, as long as the three of us are together, we can't get over it. Just like the ones we experienced before. In the same way, there are many more serious and terrifying incidents than this one, haven't we solved them one by one?"

"Of course." The twin witches laughed again in unison.

"However, why did you two call your own names wrong. Zuoji is called Cheng Yali, and Yali is called Zuoji."

"Hey! I'll just say it, Lord Yuyue will definitely recognize it. Yali, you made the wrong call on purpose."

"Zuo Ji, don't you want to embarrass Lord Yuyue? Don't think I can't see it."

Hmm~~~~~~!

The long whistle echoed in the air, [Safe Traffic] drove out of the mountain, and they had reached the barrier of Qingshui Village.

Chapter 24 Blackwater (3)

Huh...ha---huh"

Breathing heavily, Sara Honma woke up from a nightmare, and she looked around blankly—it was an ordinary bathroom.

She was stunned for a moment, then realized her situation, and fear rushed into her heart, mixed with grief and sadness.

Yes, my father and mother are long gone.Why can't I still remember what happened at that time after more than a year, obviously I haven't remembered it for a long time.

She mechanically finished washing with cold water, stepped on the edge of the bathtub, and re-hung the shower curtain that served as a quilt yesterday—she was afraid that her uncle or grandfather would find out.

Because the reality is more terrifying than that time, I decided to stop crying early tomorrow.

In the mirror on the vanity, tears flowed silently from the corners of her eyes.

But I'm really scared.Before Ming...

"Who locked the door when he went to the bathroom! Open the door! Open the door! Old man, little bastard! Who's in there, open the door. I can't stand it anymore!" The rude voice was accompanied by the sound of slamming the door. came.

She quickly wiped away her tears and trotted to the door to open it.

A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and a tired face stood at the door. He was stunned when he saw Sara Honma inside, and then slapped her on the head very unhappily: "Little bastard! Go to the toilet and lock the door. What are you doing. I can never be so ruthless with you!"."

Sara looked up at his uncle, and there was a look of fear in the corner of his eyes.In her eyes, her uncle finally became terrifying and weird like her grandfather.Although his lower body is still the same, the upper body has completely changed into another species (painting style).The skin of his hands was covered with cyan plaques, as if pieces of fish-scale cuticle had replaced fingernails, the eyeballs were bulging, and the eye sockets were enlarged to occupy nearly half of his face.The corner of his mouth seemed to be cut by a blade, a scarlet lip line was split, the bridge of the nose was high, and ink-colored viscous liquid dripped from time to time.

Trembling, she squeezed past her uncle into the living room, where another monster was sitting.He opened his mouth wide and ate the bright red viscera on the plate, and the blood dyed the yukata on his chest red.He grabbed the ink-colored liquid in the cup with one hand and kept pouring it into his mouth, while the other hand reached into the trouser leg and scratched it--this was the favorite thing that Sara's grandfather used to do.

His high convex eyeballs narrowed into small slits when he drank the black water, revealing a pleasant smile.After he finished drinking the black water in the cup, he noticed Sara Honma hiding in the corner of the living room.

"Ah! It's Sara! Do you want to come to Grandpa's place to eat some beef stew?" The monster occupying Grandpa's body cracked the corners of his mouth, as if to laugh and to threaten.

Sara ignored the monster's greetings, curled up in the corner, reserved her physical strength, and avoided making mistakes----the person who took the initiative to talk to this monster would be hypnotized by the other party. This is what she observed for a few days combined with her own knowledge the result obtained.

Knowledge about monsters was taught to her by her parents.Her parents are a pair of [Hunters], hunting valuable monsters, exploring ancient mysteries, and exploring unknown territories, these are the scope of [Hunter]'s work.Her parents are not very skilled, and they just pick up some corners and simple tasks to complete.But there are unforeseen circumstances, one percent of three out of ten thousand, a taboo species more terrifying than the big demon attacked the [safety traffic] they were riding, and both of them were killed.

From an early age, she learned of her parents' determination—not for the money, but for the thrill of it.Her parents would treat every outing on a mission as the last of their lives, although she couldn't understand such a spirit at all.

Death is terrible, why are you so calm every time.

After her parents died, she was handed over to her grandfather in her hometown of Qingshui Village to raise her.Although her uncle Haruto Honma is a lousy person who likes to drink heavily, doesn't go to work, and likes to beat her twice when he has nothing to do, but life is still moving forward steadily.Grandma is a kind old man, grandpa is a little demented but also amiable. It can even be said that life now makes her warmer than when her parents were there before - her parents may not be at home for a month for a year.

But the whole house got weird a few days ago.

Grandpa held a bottle of black viscous liquid in the middle of the night, drinking one cup after another, he said that this could help him regain his clear thinking.Grandma didn't go out for 4 days. Although grandpa said she was not healthy and slept in the house, she knew that grandma was a person who couldn't stand dirty. It was impossible to go to the bathroom without going out for a few days.She wanted to tell her uncle, but the uncle never cared.Until 3 days ago, she got up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom to see her grandfather eating, and relying on the faint moonlight to finally see what it was - the black viscous liquid stirred the bright red meat.

She covered her mouth to keep herself from making a sound, and hid in the bathroom all night.

In the next few days, she wanted to escape every moment, but whenever she walked towards the entrance, grandpa stood behind her like a ghost and watched her.

Yesterday was the best chance when uncle came home, but as soon as she opened the door for uncle to run away, she felt a cold gaze hovering over her torso.

Reluctant to give up, she turned to remind her uncle not to eat that plate of food, but it didn't work.Uncle has also become a monster.

She was now curled up and hiding in the corner closest to the entrance, trembling constantly.

What should I do, who will help me!

Harumoto Honma came out of the bathroom, sat cross-legged at the dining table, grabbed the flesh and blood on the plate and filled his mouth: "Eat beef in the morning, old man, you are really rich, give me some when you want, let me have a good drink I haven't had a good drink for a long time."

The old man turned into a monster with a clucking mouth and a cold voice, "I don't need money for my own cow. But this cow is thin enough, and it's almost gone in just a few days. This morning is the last meal. I don't know. What about at noon?"

Chunren responded carelessly: "We still have cows at home. How many! Why didn't you tell me, old man."