Kitahara Nanfeng was at the Kanagawa Police Headquarters in Yokohama and did not stay for long.

He talked about the time he talked with San Lun Kyu and the time he bought clothes.

It adds up to less than an hour.

It's not as long as he has been on the tram yet.

But maybe it was because I didn’t sleep all night last night, and I always felt very tired on the way back when Beiyuan Nanfeng went back.

I took the tram three times.

When Kitahara Nanfeng returned to Fujisawa, it was already noon.

He did not go back to school, but went back to the shrine, his current home.

Because it was not a rest day, and it was noon again, Beiyuan Nanfeng did not meet anyone who came to visit.

Come to the small building behind the shrine.

The north plain and south wind opened the door.

Maybe I stayed in the sun for a long time, and when I walked into the house, the north wind in Beiyuan even felt a little cold.

The house was quiet.

Only the creaking sound of the north wind trampling on the floor was made by the slightest sound of the north wind.

He went upstairs and came to Mio Natsume's grandfather's room.

"Hojo, Sagamitaro, you must die a bad death..."

"Hojo, Sagamitaro, you must die a bad death..."

A whisper came from it vaguely.

Beiyuan Nanfeng stood in front of the door for a while before opening the door.

The whisper stopped suddenly.

In the room, the old man was still sitting in his position yesterday. The two pupils in his eye sockets moved together as he looked up and looked at the north Yuan Nanfeng.

"How do you feel now?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng walked into the house, pulled the door, and sat cross-legged in front of the old man.

"...It's okay." The old man forced a smile, and his other pupil moved, "But it's almost there, how are you...?"

“Not very good.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the old man with a tense face: "I just asked the insider and learned some not-so-good news. Grandpa, have you taken the initiative to seek erosion?"

"yes."

The old man's face was already dead gray, and a hint of regret appeared: "Maybe it was because he was my ancestor. I heard the voice in front of the body of God and finally accepted Him. Later I realized... I have fought with Him for a long time over the years and finally lost."

"You shouldn't believe the ancestors of a thousand years ago."

Beiyuan Nanfeng said softly.

But I didn't say what I learned from Sanluo Gui earlier.

The two were speechless.

Silence for a while.

Beiyuan Nanfeng slowly stood up and turned around and walked outside.

The old man said hoarsely: "Nanfeng... are you ready?"

"No, so please hold on for a while, old man."

Beiyuan Nanfeng opened the door, stopped, and said with his head in a slant.

The old man whispered: "Sorry..."

"There is no reason why elders apologize to younger generations when this is the case."

Beiyuan Nanfeng left a sentence and walked out.

Go downstairs.

Go out.

Come to the main hall of Natsume Family Shrine.

Beiyuan Nanfeng sat cross-legged in front of the divine body.

At the same time, the "girl" in the tool was pulled out.

This hall is quiet.

Beiyuan Nanfeng held the hilt of the knife, waved the knife gently, and looked ahead with a little dazed look.

He understood the old man's hint.

He just wants to kill him by himself.

But this is too worthy of the North Yuan Nanfeng.

Killing a relative.

Even if it is not a relative of blood.

The north and south wind can't even take action.

So he did not respond to the old man last night.

No today.

After visiting Sanlungui.

It's even more impossible to recall.

Unless he wants Mio Natsume to be buried with her.

To be honest.

He doesn't know what to do now.

After coming to this world.

For the first time he felt powerless.

“…Fuck your god!”

Beiyuan Nanfeng tightly grasped the knife in his hand, and his face suddenly became ferocious.

He took a deep breath.

He suddenly lifted the knife.

He smashed hard at the divine body worshipped by the Natsume family shrine.

...

It was past six o'clock in the afternoon.

Mio Natsume, who ended the Kendo Ministry club activities.

I saw the north wind in Beiyuan at the school gate.

"Brother of righteousness."

Because she had just finished the club activities, Mio Natsume tied her refreshing single ponytail and her face turned slightly red. When she saw Kitahara Nanfeng, she immediately carried her bag and trotted towards him.

Perhaps because he was too anxious, he ran to Nanfeng, Beiyuan, and he staggered for a while.

"Be careful."

Kitahara Nanfeng held Mio Natsume who fell to him.

"Sorry... I've been delayed for a while, I've been waiting for a long time?" Natsume Mio held his arm, slowly straightened her waist, and then smiled at him with some embarrassment.

"No, let's go."

Kitahara Nanfeng let go of her shoulders and turned toward the shrine.

Natsume Mio immediately followed quickly.

The two moved forward silently.

Walked for a while.

Natsume Mio looked at Kitahara Nanfeng's side face, and finally couldn't help it, and whispered: "Brother Yi, what's wrong with you?"

"Hmm? What? I'm fine." Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head and looked at her, and smiled at her.

Mio Natsume complained in a low voice: "You don't look like you're okay, right?"

I have to say that women's intuition is really amazing.

In front of her, Beiyuan Nanfeng actually didn't show too many negative emotions.

But Mio Natsume just feels that something is wrong with him.
To be continued...