This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 100. Magong Tong Has Nothing to Say

Chapter 100: Chapter 100. Magong Tong Has Nothing to Say

"Mr. Beichuan, even with the help of that little guy by your side, trying to investigate Shenzhu Village is going to be extremely difficult. Although my memory is no longer clear, there is one impression I remember very distinctly."

Magong Dongzi exhibited a look of deep fear on her face, "Shenzhu Village is very dangerous."

"Dangerous...?"

"...Sorry, this term... it subconsciously feels dangerous to me. There seems to be an indescribable threat to the living there."

Further inquiry only led to a blank slate, and Magong Dongzi shook her head.

"I understand." Seeing that no more clues could be extracted, Beichuan Si nodded and typed the key words and phrases spoken by the other party into his phone’s memo app.

He was already considering whether he should carry a paper notebook, where some key words and data could be stored, which would be far more reliable than the easily damaged mobile devices.

Regardless, Shenzhu Village was a place he must investigate; it might hide more than one secret, and Beichuan Si was not going to let it go so easily.

After thinking this, Beichuan Si turned his head back to Magong Dongzi and said solemnly, "Granny Dongzi should also be aware that the curse on Magong is no longer something you can suppress. If it continues to be delayed, the curse will erupt."

Upon hearing this, Magong Tong turned pale, her lips quivering, "Curse erupting?"

From what Beichuan Si had said earlier, it seemed that merely being a little unlucky was already considered very fortunate, right?

What would it be like if the curse erupted?

Magong Tong hardly dared to imagine.

Could it possibly lead to death—?

Magong Tong stumbled and nearly fell, but Beichuan Si quickly reached out to steady her.

"Thank you, Beichuan..." Magong Tong said, trembling and clinging to Beichuan Si, yet the fear in her heart did not fade.

No one wants to die, and it is not unreasonable for humans to have an innate fear of death.

"Ah..." Magong Dongzi sighed deeply.

She understood what Beichuan Si meant.

But as a Spiritual Body, she was powerless to help; without further hesitation, she took the initiative to open the cover of the spiritual shrine and took out her urn.

In the sight of Beichuan Si and Magong Tong, Magong Dongzi took out an ancient-looking key from her own ashes.

"Let’s give this to Mr. Beichuan. However, what the key specifically opens, I have also forgotten. But I do have the impression that through this key, something can possibly be known," Magong Dongzi said slowly.

This key... rather, it was half of a key, made of neither metal nor wood. The handle of the key bore a single white chrysanthemum pattern.

Worn by time, the edges of the key, which had an overall semi-rectangular shape, shone brightly. At its pointed end, there were also traces of dark blood.

From the side, the slot where the key was meant to be inserted was visible, which led Beichuan Si to deduce that it was only half of the key.

"This... couldn’t be the key from Granny Dongzi’s box, could it?" Magong Tong said in a daze as she looked at the half-handled key.

She remembered that among Magong Dongzi’s belongings there was a cubic box left behind. Because they had never found the key, the family had not touched it, and that little box had been placed in Magong Dongzi’s room as a memorial.

"Maybe it is, maybe it’s not," Magong Dongzi’s voice was uncertain.

"Whether it’s the key or not, it’s worth a try. Magong, could I visit your house later to have a look?" Beichuan Si did not hesitate to take the key, and at the same time, he turned back to Magong Tong.

"That shouldn’t be too much of an issue... my father and mother have been busy running the family business lately," Magong Tong nodded.

Family business?

Upon hearing this, Beichuan Si rarely showed a change of expression.

Magong Tong indeed turned out to be a hidden wealthy woman.

No wonder she was able to calmly return most of the 40,000 yen back to herself... Now, it seemed there might also be the reason that she hailed from a well-off family.

After catching up with Magong Dongzi for a moment, she left the Hanedan Spirit Garden.

During that time, Beichuan Si gave another glance at the main hall of Yutian Temple, his eyebrows relaxing.

It looked like Master Yutian had dealt with his issues, and there was no need for him to intervene anymore.

"Let’s go, Magong," Beichuan Si said calmly, gripping the key firmly in his hand. "Let’s check out Granny Dongzi’s room."

"Um... Yes, this way please, to our house," Magong Tong softly nodded, pointing in a direction.

...

The Magong family home was huge.

Very huge!

Unimaginably huge!

You could think of the Magong family estate just like those of the feudal lords from the Warring States anime or TV dramas you’ve seen.

The entire Magong estate was like a complex of buildings, with rows of clean and orderly traditional Japanese houses spreading out, and the long corridors under the eaves were dizzying.

The inner courtyard, the outer courtyard, the pathways laid with small blue bricks, and the simple, yet vigorous landscape decorations...

This was a woman richer than even Tsukishima Risa.

Beichuan Si cast a glance at Magong Tong beside him without showing much expression.

His eyes sparkled with a slight light.

"Um..." Under such a gaze, Magong Tong shrank her neck but still led the way.

After about a three-minute walk through the Magong family home, Beichuan Si and Magong Tong finally arrived in front of Magong Dongzi’s room.

Magong Tong knelt down, set her backpack aside, and while opening the door and lowering her head, she extended her hand, "Mr. Beichuan... please."

This was her way of welcoming a guest as a host.

Beichuan Si responded indifferently and stepped into the room.

The room was very spacious, divided into inner and outer sections by hanging curtains, and behind them hung a piece of calligraphy with only the word "Jing" written on it. The script was simple and powerful, likely the work of an expert. Beneath the calligraphy sat a small pine tree, adding a touch of green to the room.

"Granny Dongzi’s box is inside," said Magong Tong, pointing to the inner chamber.

The two entered the inner chamber, and Magong Tong bent over to drag out a small, black box that was hidden under a small square table.

This black box appeared tight, without any gaps, and it took Magong Tong several turns to find the lock that bore an imprint of a white chrysanthemum.

The color on the White Chrysanthemum Lock had faded considerably, only the delicate carvings were still visible.

But Beichuan Si knew at a glance that the key he held did not match the lock.

Because the sizes were completely wrong.

The half-key he held was as thick as two adult fingers and was many times larger than the keyhole of the White Chrysanthemum Lock.

Seeing this sight, Magong Tong’s face also turned red.

It would have been better to try and find the key did not fit, but the discrepancy in size was just too ridiculous. Anyone with eyes could see it.

How could Magong Tong bring herself to speak with such a misrecollection?

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