Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

Yuzhong Ming took out the map of Qingshui Village, wrote and drew on it, and marked the suspected locations recorded in the case file.

There are 33 different [spiritual world] coordinates recorded in the documents of Qingshui Shrine, all of which are free [spiritual worlds] that have stayed outside the present world of Qingshui Village for several years to decades.

Marking them all on the map, Yuzhong Ming found that it is roughly divided into three concentrated areas.

One concentration area is centered on the fields next to the rice field family in the southwest of the village; one is centered on the Asakura family's manor in the southeast of the village; and the last is centered on the Tsuji family's mansion due north.

After drawing these, Yuzhong Ming looked at the map and pondered slightly.

Is this gathering of the [spiritual world] accidental or man-made?

Why are they all next to the three major families in Qingshui Village?

Could it be that the entire Qingshui Village participated in the sacrifice of the cult?

Thinking too much is useless, Yu Zhongming waved his hand to sweep the file aside, and reached out to grab it in the void.

Ming Dao? Bai Wugou is already in his hands.

Gently pulling the knife out of the scabbard, the light of the knife illuminated the snow white under the lamp, and the beauty's chuckle quietly appeared beside his ears.

Yuzhong Ming looked solemn, and placed the blade on the table.

Fingertips gently stroked along the blade.

Bai Wugou's beautiful remnant soul floated out from the tip of the knife and snuggled up beside him.

Yuzhong Ming stared intently at his beloved knife, took out a piece of white silk from his sleeve, and gently covered it with spiritual power, making the white silk glow slightly.

The clear light was like water, he held the knife in one hand, and slowly rubbed the blade with white silk in the other.

"Hmm~!"

Bai Wugou's beauty's chuckle gradually turned into a low voice, and the face of the unrecognizable beauty was slightly red, just like that drunk Bai Shao, which made people feel pity and pity.

"liquor!"

Before he finished speaking, Queyun in a light gray lady's dress had quietly stood beside Yu Zhongming, holding a red lacquered wood plate -- a pot of sake in it.

Yu Zhongming took the jug in his hand, and the refreshing wine entered his throat, filling his mouth with fragrance, and the aftertaste was long.

He got up and took a step, and after one step, he was in the courtyard of the shrine.

The moonlight is like clear spring water, cold and faint, pouring down all over the place.

Yu Zhongming sat under the corridor of the main hall, looking up at the moon, a bay like a crescent moon, surrounded by black clouds.

He put the jug to his ear and shook it gently.

Ya! Not much.

Raising the inscription knife? Bai Wugou, the beauty hugged him behind him.

The jug was aimed at the blade, tilted slightly, and the wine flowed down the blade.

The moonlight is slightly cool, printed on the blade, dazzling with brilliance.

"Tick! Tick |"

The dark clouds completely blocked the moonlight, and the rain fell.

Winter is not far away, spring is not yet near, the light rain is cold and foggy.

The rainwater flowed on the blade of Ming Dao? Bai Wugou and washed away the alcohol smell.

Yu Zhongming suddenly stood up, swung the knife, and there was nothing on the blade.

The light rain was like a cloud of smoke, dripping on the priest's uniform, Yu Zhongming slowly returned the knife to the sheath, and stepped on the clogs.

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

The rainy night is lonely, except for the sound of clogs, as if there is no sound in the world.

Yuzhong Ming walked forward with a knife.

The sky is dark without the moon, the stars do not appear, and the fog and rain are misty.

It's a great time to clean up the filth.

Tonight, there is a lot of murder.

Chapter 25 Killing

In the dark hall, a ferocious god statue stood in the center, and three figures in robes melted into the shadows, standing in three corners respectively.

Xixixuoso's voice was whispering.

The figure standing in the southwest corner spoke first, and a sharp female voice sounded in the hall: "Why did Sen kill Katagang outside, doesn't he think he is not attractive enough? The priests of this Qingshui Shrine are not so easy to fool."

The man standing in the southeast corner was burly and retorted in a rather irritable tone: "Number A and [-], are you questioning Sen Jun who returned to the kingdom of God in order to punish the betrayal? You, you, also want to betray God. embrace?"

The female voice paused for two seconds, and was about to speak when a thin figure standing in the north interrupted her with an old male voice.

"Don't quarrel, we are all the people of God. At this moment, we have to move forward and help each other. A-[-], how are the preparations for the new sacrifice?"