This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 153 - 152. Divine Flower Greeting (Chapter 22 Update)

Chapter 153: 152. Divine Flower Greeting (Chapter 22 Update)

Beichuan Si found what he was looking for in the third small room.

More precisely, a slip of paper hidden beneath a pile of other papers.

This note was exactly like the one Beichuan Si had found in the dining room, even the handwriting was nearly identical.

"Why should I have to reflect? I haven’t done anything wrong. Shihui, that bastard, doesn’t even know who his parents are. A true bastard."

"Sitting on the cushion all day long, mumbling to himself, talking to who knows who, he’s really a freak! No kids play with him, someone like that doesn’t deserve the name Shenzhu!"

"Why does the Family Head show such favoritism? I am his daughter after all, right?"

Beichuan Si read on in the light.

There was no name signed at the bottom.

"...this little brat." Beichuan Si couldn’t help but frown.

It was just an act of self-proclaimed cleverness! This little one had written ’the Family Head’s daughter’ on the paper, yet ’cleverly’ left off a signature at the end.

How was this different from trying to hide your own ears while stealing a bell?

And to think, such foul language used so casually.

If this brat was Beichuan Huili, Beichuan Si would have disciplined her then and there until she was submissive and dared not utter another word.

Beichuan Si naturally had little tolerance for such troublesome kids.

Beichuan Si bent down and left the low-ceilinged confinement room.

He also checked the last confinement room, but the only reflection written there was a child’s careless mistake of kicking a priestess’s clothes into the Shrine’s pond—there was no information he needed.

Exiting the confinement room, Beichuan Si returned to the crossroads he had encountered earlier.

To the left, there were tattered, hanging indigo cloths, obscuring whatever lay beyond.

To the right, it seemed like an open, large space, resembling a grand corridor, but Beichuan Si couldn’t see clearly from where he stood.

Beichuan Si chose to go left.

After all, investigating the right seemed to be time-consuming.

Besides, the timing was a bit off.

Beichuan Si turned off his phone’s alarm clock.

It was already six in the evening.

In a short while, night would fall.

Although the states of Shinju Rina and Asao Shizuka allowed him to investigate even at night, he couldn’t let his guard down.

Magong Yongshi had once said, "The night is when the concealed world descends."

Even the tiny Magong Family would become incredibly dangerous, let alone the Shenzhu Shrine within this spiritual realm of Shenzhu Mountain.

"How many kinds of ghosts and spirits will I encounter?"

The light in Beichuan Si’s eyes sparkled as he murmured coldly to himself.

He was never one to shy away from a challenge, and this perfect sense of crisis made it easier for him to focus and keep his cool.

He was in good form.

With his current state, as long as he didn’t come across the blade-wielding priestess, sweeping the Shenzhu Shrine would be no problem at all.

Beichuan Si, holding Jian Ding, groped his way to the left.

He lifted the dark, tattered cloth with his hand, peering through to the other side.

Before him was a cluttered bookshelf.

A slashed bookshelf lay toppled over on the ground, effectively blocking the way.

It was as though someone was trying to prevent access to something.

And moreover—

A rotten stench wafted from the room blocked by the bookshelves.

Beichuan Si’s eyebrows were tightly knitted.

He had just moved his feet—

Clang... clang... clang...

The sound of clashing blades echoed from behind, growing closer.

The blade-wielding priestess?!

Was this coincidence a little too perfect?

Clang—

The clanging of the blades stopped.

Right behind the curtain!

Beichuan Si tensed all over.

Even with the enhancement from Shinju Rina’s state, he definitely couldn’t defeat the blade-wielding priestess.

Escaping required meticulous calculation for even a slim chance of success.

Beichuan Si furrowed his brows deeply, his black pupils staring intently at the tattered cloth strips.

His steps shifted backward.

Clang—

The sound of impending doom—

Suddenly exploded from behind!

The opponent had been behind him all along!!!

When had they gotten behind him?

Beichuan Si turned around, his figure pivoting in mid-air, his Jian Ding ready to counter the attack from the ritual knife maiden.

But—

"An afterimage?"

Beichuan Si looked at the figure of the ritual knife maiden that had appeared behind him at some point, his tense body slightly relaxing.

It turned out to be just an afterimage of the ritual knife maiden.

Opposite the afterimage was the family head with a face laden with profound sadness and grief.

He was dressed in a black priest’s hunting clothes, his sorrowful countenance tinged with a hint of madness.

"It has failed... truly failed... the Divine Flower Welcoming Ritual..."

He murmured to himself, his gaze also filled with despair at the sight of the ritual knife maiden’s figure.

The Shenzhu Family Head knew all too well that a bookshelf could never block the ritual knife maiden’s advance.

In front of the ritual knife maiden, a person like him could only be like a lamb awaiting slaughter, entirely powerless.

Boom!!!

A downpour unleashed! Blood-colored lightning illuminated the pallid face of the Shenzhu Family Head.

He shakily drew out something from his embrace.

Beichuan Si saw it clearly.

It was a seductive flower, glowing like luminescent snow, completely transparent.

Only, this white flower had not bloomed fully, with most of it still in bud.

"Only when the Soul Summoning Flower blooms, can the calamity be suppressed..."

His face twisted into madness, he drew out a short blade as the ritual knife maiden closed in, thrusting it vertically into his belly, then dragging it horizontally to the other side!

Splat!!!

The Shenzhu Family Head chanted slowly:

"Divine Flower Welcoming... Divine Flower... Welcoming."

His blood from within seeped out, staining the white flower red.

But the white flower did not bloom at all, despite his fresh blood.

The Shenzhu Family Head’s mouth was about to curve into a self-mocking smile, but then—

Splat!!!!

The ritual knife maiden’s hands clasped his head, and with a forceful yank, she pulled it upward!

The head of a man was plucked off by the ritual knife maiden like a beer bottle cap!

The Shenzhu Family Head’s head, with eyes wide open, rolled to Beichuan Si’s feet, its expression full of unwillingness.

Beichuan Si could see the heavy regret and unwillingness on his face, which seemed to curse like a grudge.

With this, the afterimage sequence finished.

But Beichuan Si suddenly raised his hand, stabbing Jian Ding backwards!

In the air behind his head, a dark short blade, wrapped in intense resentment, materialized.

"The revenant of the Shenzhu Family Head?"

That rotting stench, as if engraved into the floorboards, must be the odor produced after the Shenzhu Family Head’s death.

Dense regret turned him into a wrathful spirit.

The revenant of the Shenzhu Family Head, dressed in tattered hunting clothes, was covered with wounds, as if he’d continued to suffer the ritual knife maiden’s torment even after death.

Beichuan Si stepped firmly, Jian Ding fluttering between his fingers like a butterfly weaving through flowers.

The fierce silvery light, like mercury spilling onto the ground, split the revenant’s head from its body!

The Shenzhu Family Head’s head flew off once more.

It wasn’t necessarily a battle strength to have a frightening appearance.

Beichuan Si pocketed Jian Ding without even glancing at the dissipating vengeful spirit of the Shenzhu Family Head and headed straight inside.

The fact that the Shenzhu Family Head had to come to this room even before his death meant there must be peculiar mysteries inside.

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