Beichuan Si had another conversation with Magong Tong, after which she took a diary out of her small bag and handed it to Beichuan Si.
Her face flushed and she stamred, "This, this is sothing Sister Yongshi asked to give you. She said if everything is resolved, you should take a look at this, as it has all the answers up until now."
Magong Yongshi?
With a thoughtful expression, Beichuan Si glanced at the Shinra Bell hanging on the side of his outdoor backpack.
Yesterday, he had also seized the opportunity to try to communicate with Magong Yongshi inside the Shinra Bell.
However, it seed that the Spiritual Body had exhausted too much energy and had been in a deep sleep.
Beichuan Si withdrew his gaze and looked back at the diary in his hands.
The diary’s exterior had slightly yellowed from oxidation.
The edges were worn, but overall it was well-preserved.
In the bottom right corner of the overly simple cover, Magong Yongshi’s na was finely written.
This must be Magong Yongshi’s diary.
Beichuan Si’s eyes flickered as he opened the diary.
In the diary’s last few pages, it was densely written in elegant handwriting.
"Dear Mr. Temple,"
"By the ti you read these words of mine, I suppose you would have resolved everything concerning Shenzhu Shrine and even Shenzhu Village?"
"I apologize for informing you about everything that happened initially in this manner."
"Without further delay, let’s get to the point."
"Regarding Tong’s mory loss, during the Soul Summoning Flower ceremony, Tong had a persistent high fever. However, at the crucial mont of the ceremony, only Granny Dongzi was taking care of her. I had already foreseen that the ceremony would fail, but the ceremony couldn’t be interrupted just on my word, and even if the ceremony were interrupted, it would only lead the situation in an unpredictable direction."
"After being killed by ’misfortune,’ the resentnt also invaded and my sister beca a Spiritual Body. We took away the keys of the Magong Family and the Shenzhu Family from the altar. In the state of a Spiritual Body, we entrusted the keys to Granny Dongzi, asking her to leave overnight and return to Tokyo. It must have been during that ti that Tong, who had been feverish and fatigued for a long ti, lost her mory."
"Then it was ti for to re-enter the coffin room, waiting for your arrival."
"Soul Suppressing Twins, coexist but not necessarily die together. But this does not an that after my death, Sister Shihui would also die. The twins inherently coexist, not die together, this is also an restriction imposed by the Shenzhu Family. As a relative, Tong must have been affected by the misfortune due to mine and Sister Shihui’s situation."
"By using so of the Magong Family’s tools, you should be able to enter Shenzhu Mountain, right?"
"Mr. Temple, I will transform into a flower, as the Soul Summoning Flower, to ferry the Shenzhu villagers to the other side."
"But what will the outco for my sister and be? By then, I no longer knew."
"If I am fortunate enough to escape the tragic fate, I hope to stay by your side, Mr. Temple. I would like to see Tokyo. I’ve heard from the family head that aside from kimonos, there are many, many beautiful clothes and lots of novel things..."
"Smartphones... I really want one."
...
The words ended there.
Just by reading the latter content, it seems Magong Yongshi herself did not know what the outco would be after completing the Soul Summoning Flower ritual.
But from what it looks like now, Magong Yongshi is still lingering in this world—
Beichuan Si closed the diary and turned to look at Magong Tong, who was peeking over curiously.
Seeing Beichuan Si’s gaze turn towards her, Magong Tong’s eyes trembled, and she frantically waved her hands in front of her chest, "Uh, I didn’t an to peek! Beichuan, I..."
Her voice beca very faint towards the end:
"I was just a bit curious."
"..." Beichuan Si.
Seeing her like this, Beichuan Si knew her mory had not returned.
Indeed, reality is not like a novel where everything can be perfectly resolved.
Moreover, for Magong Tong, perhaps not being able to recall so mories of Shenzhu Village might be a good thing.
Beichuan Si’s calm and aningful gaze made Magong Tong stamr and unable to speak.
After a long while, she awkwardly bowed her head and apologized:
"I’m sorry."
"..." Beichuan Si.
Why apologize again?
"No need to apologize," Beichuan Si said unemotionally.
Magong Tong constantly apologizing was certainly a habit that needed changing.
Magong Tong hesitated upon hearing this, then gently nodded, "Okay."
Beichuan Si was a bit speechless.
He didn’t care whether Magong Tong really took it in or not; he slightly nodded and then took out his phone, scrolling through his urban supernatural stories hopage.
The simple page was uploaded with many photos.
This trip to Shenzhu Village, Beichuan Si had captured quite a lot of valuable visual data.
He backed up these images on cloud servers, using so of the less important ones to enrich his page.
The high frequency of updates this ti had stirred nurous comnts from his page viewers.
"Damn? The blogger is still alive? And he visited a new psychic spot?"
"This rundown haunted house vibe! Blogger, where did you shoot this? There’s nothing this authentic in Tokyo!"
"Can soone tell what those pale white shadows in the photos are?"
"I can’t handle this, it’s giving the creeps even in broad daylight..."
Comnts surged like a tidal wave.
It seed that during the hiatus, the popularity of his urban supernatural stories hopage had not decreased.
People always fancy the odd and the peculiar.
But if they were actually to enter the Magong Family or Shenzhu Family houses, maybe not many would dare to step in.
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