Crunch——
The lantern in front of the shrine is shaking.
The dim yellow light was hazy, slightly dizzy in the air, and the thick mist particles were reflected through the light, and each one could be seen clearly.
But the light was still weak after all, and the places where the light could not reach were still gray.
Suddenly a cold wind blew through the courtyard.
The dead branches of the giant tree swayed violently, and the damaged humanoid dolls on the ground, their hair and kimono clothes were floating, and they were tangled together in the dark, like a dead tomb.
"Giggle~"
Onizuka suddenly heard children's laughter mixed with the sobbing wind.
The outlines of some of the human figures standing around the shrine suddenly became weird, but also a little more vivid.
They are those dolls in the image of children.
On their mottled faces, their eyeballs rotated and their bodies twisted accordingly.
In the blink of an eye, the movements of these child dolls changed from stiff and stiff to flexible, laughing and running. They pulled the red threads surrounding the shrine, and footsteps and laughter kept ringing in the wooden shrine.
"These...are the dead spirits of children?"
Onizuka first made a fighting stance, and then realized that the dead spirits of the children had no obvious intention to attack her.
"Kekeke~"
They were still laughing and running, pulling down thin red strings, tearing down numerous humanoid dolls, and finally entered the interior of the wooden shrine without looking back.
"Are they trying to lead me?"
Onizuka Kiriho twisted the talisman in her hand tightly and quickly pursued her into the shrine.
But when she came in, the children could no longer be seen in the shrine hall, which was not too big.
The interior of the shrine is dark, and the lantern hanging at the door barely illuminates some things here.
Onizuka saw that this place was full of red thin lines.
Countless red threads are entangled with each other, winding around the shrine, and hanging from the beams, decorating the place like a red spider's nest.
On the front of the altar, there are also dense red ropes.
Under the red color, two human-shaped objects can be vaguely seen. The red ropes are entangled together like two giant cocoons, so that their original appearance is completely invisible.
"Are these red ropes...also the threads of the God of Fate?"
The little witch had noticed it before when she was outside.
These thin red threads seemed familiar, as if they were exactly the same as the thin threads wrapped around her wrist.
With this thought, Onizuka tentatively stretched out his left hand and touched the red ropes wrapped around the hall.
As soon as she touched it, the red rope on her wrist quickly floated out, and the dense red in the shrine surged at the same time, forming an endless sea of ​​red.
The red threads stretch extremely thin and long in the air, flowing freely, twisting, and twisting. Each thread seems to carry endless energy, constantly surging, extending, intertwining, and tangled with each other.
Under the guidance of the red rope on Onizuka's wrist, they quickly gathered together and formed a regular outline.
Like...a bow?
A long red bow made of countless red threads, almost as tall as a person.
After the huge red bow condensed into shape, it slowly fell to the ground.
"This is?"
Onitsuka suddenly thought of what folklorist Sakai Etoshiya had mentioned in his manuscript -
[According to book records, in the Tsuchimikado Village, in addition to the Amado Bronze Mirror, there is another treasure originating from the goddess of childhood, which has been kept by a family in the village for generations.]
Could it be this?
Is this the bow of the Childlike Lady?
In fact, it is not complete to say that the object entangled with red threads on the ground is a bow, because it only has a bow handle, a bow arm and a bow tip made of red threads, but the bow string is not connected to the two ends of the bow tip.
"Is it because of the red rope on my hand? I feel like this bow is... calling me?"
Onizuka Kiriho hesitated for a moment and picked up the long bow with red rope on the ground.
Although this red bow is huge, it does not feel bulky in the hand.
Moreover, one can feel an extremely surging force from above. This force is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.
Just like the incense of faith, although it is a pure, "good" power, if it acts on the weak flesh and blood of ordinary people, this power of faith, which is of great benefit to ghosts and gods, will only kill people.
But the strange thing is that Onizuka was not counterattacked by the power of the red bow.
Only a tiny bit of the majestic power of ghosts and gods flowed through her body, and the rest was pulled away by the red rope on her left wrist.
The moment he raised the bow, the red rope wrapped around Onizuka's wrist began to float again. The thin threads floated leisurely, connecting the two ends of the red bow's tip to form a tight bow string.
"Looks like I could use it."
The little witch thought this, and her thoughts moved.
The longbow string in her hand quickly disintegrated, swirled around her, and quickly dissipated.
And when she pulled the red rope at her wrist again, countless thin red threads rubbed her clothes and wound out again, entangled and meandered and converged into her hands, turning into the shape of a long bow.
Onizuka felt that the reason why this strange long bow was so obedient must have something to do with the special red rope wrapped around his and Kamiyagawa's wrists.
"Achuan said that this red rope comes from the God of Yuanjie... He and I may have been chosen by the God of Yuanjie to come to this place."
According to the available information, Yuan Jie Shen should be the Child Goddess.
So, can this long bow be understood as a gift from the gods?
"It's just that I don't know yet what special function this long bow has."
The little witch is already good at using bows and arrows, and can even condense her own spiritual power into magic-busting arrows.
It's just that she can't identify extraordinary items as easily as Kamiyagawa.
This long bow, which is suspected to be a divine weapon, has no special usage yet.
But Onizuka thought that he should be able to use it like his own bow -
Pull the bowstring and use spiritual power as arrows to shoot at the enemy.
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Therefore, the little witch planned to keep this red string bow with her.
Now Tsuchimikado Village has become more dangerous and weird to the naked eye. Onizuka Kirihotaru came here without bringing too many useful tools to remove ghosts.
Having a weapon that may come from the gods is not going to make things worse.
As the red lines throughout the shrine dispersed, the parts of the main hall that were originally covered in red were finally exposed.
On the central shrine, Onizuka saw two tall statues of gods standing condescendingly.
The statue of the god is old and mottled, and has a strange sense of compassion.
But standing like this in the dilapidated main hall of the shrine, it is strange, desolate and abrupt, which is inexplicably heart-stopping.
The statues on the altar are a goddess and a male god.
Considering that the two statues of gods were connected by dense red ropes, it seems to imply that there is an extremely close relationship between them.
The goddess statue among them is very familiar to the little witch.
Her facial features are soft, her clothes are somewhat like a witch's clothes, and her clothes are smart.
"The image of Tian Tian Nu's destiny?"
Looking at the statue of a male god again, its most striking feature is the wings folded behind its back, its majestic red face, and its protruding long nose that is particularly eye-catching.
Like a tengu.
Onizuka immediately understood who this male statue was——
Saruta Bigokami, also known as Saruta Hiko no Mikoto, or Sarutobi Hiko.
Onizuka looked at the statue of Sarutahiko no Mikoto, trying to recall the mythological information related to this god in his mind, and was sluggish for a while.
To be continued...