Aimi Mayumi took a step forward.

Just took one step.

She was timid.

"never mind."

She slowly retracted her feet and said embarrassedly: "It's so late now. Maybe Beiyuan Nanfeng has fallen asleep. I stepped in rashly and accelerated the erosion process. Maybe I didn't have time to remind Beiyuan Nanfeng. Isn't this helping evil?"

"... Actually, no need, Mayumi is going to be finished soon,"

Misako sighed and signaled her to look up above.

Three people above.

There were sparks of Mars on the broken rope above Torii.

Hanged imperial coins.

It also slowly started to burn.

Finally it turned into a wisp of clear ashes and drifted into the distance.

And as the imperial coins burned out.

The smell of rot suddenly becomes very thick and pungent.

Inside Natsume Family Shrine.

The second floor of the small building.

Grandpa stood up slowly.

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

The voice full of resentment and the voice of the old man began to mix.

And as we went downstairs, the former gradually replaced the latter.

Click.

The old man's originally erratic steps also became heavy.

He raised his legs again and stepped on the next step.

Just break the wooden stairs from it.

Crack-Crack-Crack.

Go downstairs all the way.

The old man's pace is getting heavier and heavier.

The momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

When stepping onto the first floor.

The old man no longer hunched his back, and his breath changed completely. The dusk aura on his body disappeared, but instead exuded a strong evil aura.

He stood there, turned his head stiffly, and looked around.

Finally, he turned his attention to the room where Beiyuan Nanfeng was.

"Hojo, Sagamitaro..."

He walked step by step towards the room where Beiyuan Nanfeng was.

In the room.

Natsume Mio leaned against Kitahara Nanfeng's arms and was still not asleep.

Half dream and half awake.

She heard the footsteps and was a little strange.

The door was suddenly pulled open.

A figure slowly walked towards the bed.

"……grandfather?"

Natsume Mio struggled for a moment, left Kitahara Nanfeng's arms, sat up, looked at the figure who was walking in the dark and couldn't see clearly, and shouted uncertainly.

The figure did not respond.

He walked to the bed.

He slowly stretched out his hand to Mio Natsume who was sitting up.

His pupils began to gradually turn golden.

In the darkness.

Very conspicuous.

Natsume Mio trembled suddenly and suddenly realized that she was surrounded by a huge "spirit".

She watched as her hand that reached her neck became closer and closer, and opened her mouth, but could not make any sound.

Just then.

A hand gently covered her eyes.

"Low your head."

Beiyuan Nanfeng sighed.

Raise your hand to block her eyes.

At the same time, she sat up, held the old man's hand that stretched towards Mio Natsume with the other hand.

His pupils turned completely golden when the north and south winds rose.

The wind in Beiyuan Nanfeng shook because he didn't sleep for long, and his head looked particularly drowsy, and his eyes were filled with red light.

He looked at the old man standing in front of his bed.

"Hojo! Sagamitaro!"

He roared.

"...Do you still have consciousness? Grandpa."

Beiyuan Nanfeng was silent for a moment and asked softly.

The ‘people’ opposite did not respond.

Instead, Mio Natsume, who was covered with his hands, trembled suddenly and suddenly became excited.

She raised her hand and was about to pull down the hand that covered her eyes with Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"Wait, brother-in-law...what are you talking about!?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the "person" in front of him and did not respond to her, but took a deep breath.

The red light radiated in his eyes became even stronger.

"Hojo..."

The "people" standing opposite him paused, looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng's eyes, took a step back, and became instinctively frightened.

The main priest god worshipped by the Natsume family shrine is a member of the Imperial family.

Low status.

Even the third son of Hyokiri was not as good as those of Hiraki.

Natsume Mio pulled Kitahara Nanfeng's palm hard.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was silent for a moment and moved away his hand that blocked her eyes.

Stand up from the bed and blocked her.

Then, Kitahara Nanfeng held the old man's hand with one hand and grabbed His arm with the other. Before Natsume Mio turned his head to look at Him, he twisted his waist and threw the god in front of him, who was pressing against his grandfather's skin towards the door with force.

Bang.

The old man flew out like a cannonball.

Breaking through the sliding door and rolling into the living room.

But in a while.

He stood up again.

However, He did not continue to rush to the North Yuan Nanfeng, as if he was a little afraid of the North Yuan Nanfeng.

After standing up.

He walked directly outside the house.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at His departure back and was about to catch up.

but……
To be continued...