This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 329 - 240: Rain Hall (Goal of 8000 Words Achieved!)_2

Chapter 329: Chapter 240: Rain Hall (Goal of 8000 Words Achieved!)_2

After organizing all the useful information in his mind, Beichuan Si wrapped his cell phone in thick transparent plastic cloth to ensure he would be contactable when Beichuan Huili and the others called.

"I’ve already got a plan in mind. You guys wait here for a while, and I will definitely find them both."

Beichuan Si looked back at the crowd, their faces full of worry, and instructed them, "Remember, stay here. Mirai and Hui Li may encounter what you did last time. If you run into the same issue, it would only cause more trouble for me."

His words might have sounded harsh, but they were the truth.

"I understand. We’ll just stay here and wait for Brother Temple to return," Otomoto Ai, the calmest among them, replied.

Beichuan Si nodded and ran straight into the curtain of rain, heading back the way he had come.

He actually had an umbrella, but given the urgency of the situation, using it would have slowed him down. So, Beichuan Si chose to let the rain soak him as he moved forward.

Sakura Miori, Otomoto Ai, and Sakurai Saki watched as his tall figure disappeared into the rain, feeling their anxiety slowly subside.

That was Beichuan Si, the invincible "Brother Temple" always mentioned by Beichuan Huili.

How could he fail to handle even this situation?

Just then, a hoarse and bitter voice came from one side:

"The sudden downpour, the chilling rain penetrating the marrow, travelers lost in the deep mountains will no longer see tomorrow’s sun... Ah... how pitiable, truly pitiable..."

The three young girls couldn’t help but turn around to look at the man who had spoken.

It was an elderly man with a hunched back, leaning on a cane.

His face and neck were covered with brown age spots, his hair gray, suggesting he wouldn’t live much longer.

He was the manager of this camping area and seemed to have been living here for more than thirty years. The firewood and charcoal they had mentioned buying earlier also had to be purchased from him.

"Grandpa... What did you mean by that just now?" Sakura Miori was the first to speak up.

She felt slightly uncomfortable.

What he said seemed almost like a curse on Beichuan Si and Shen Gu Mirai.

Moreover, the old man’s speech, heavy with a local accent, was difficult to comprehend at first.

"Rain Hall... how pitiful... Ah... truly too pitiful..."

He ignored Sakura Miori, just kept gazing in the direction Beichuan Si had gone, continuously lamenting.

It was as though he was mourning the lives that were about to be lost.

Boom! Boom!

Lightning streaked across the sky.

First, a fierce white flash, followed by a chilling sound that hammered at everyone’s hearts.

The unrelenting flashes cast a sinister and fearful glow over the entire campground.

In all this, the old man’s vacant gaze and his chanting in a peculiar, creepy dialect made everyone’s skin crawl.

...

Nishijou Kelian had recently stopped working out, instead becoming fascinated by videos of sewing doll clothes.

This little guy spent every day hiding in his room searching the internet for videos, and today was no exception.

Thus, Beichuan Si hadn’t brought Nishijou Kelian, who was particularly sensitive to grudges, and had to rely on his own sensitivity to the aura of death to find Shen Gu Mirai and Beichuan Huili.

"These footprints..." Beichuan Si stood on the mountain path, observing two sets of closely aligned footprints.

The footprints were small, clearly those of females, but compared to other footprints, these were deeper, indicating that the owners of these footprints had arrived carrying something.

These side-by-side footprints continued right up to where Beichuan Si was standing, seeming to have stopped due to an encounter.

Beichuan Si roughly estimated the pace of Shen Gu Mirai and Beichuan Huili, and recalled the number of people back at the campsite.

Aside from them, there seemed to be no other travelers in the vicinity.

These two sets of footprints were clearly fresh and also carrying things...

"Mirai and Hui Li..."

Following these footprints, Beichuan Si then turned to look into the dense forest on his right.

The dark forest was inherently difficult to see clearly, and the view was further obscured by the rain.

There was an inconspicuous path there.

It felt as if the path had abruptly appeared as soon as Beichuan Si looked at it.

On that path, Beichuan Si faintly saw two rows of familiar footprints.

They continued winding... endlessly winding...

Beichuan Si lifted his head.

Before him stood an eerily cold, red mansion.

The surface of the mansion shimmered with a curtain of raindrops.

Boom! Boom!

White light illuminated the ghastly building.

It was not until then that Beichuan Si could see clearly a blood-red crucifix still hanging at the sharp peak of the building.

"In such a desolate wilderness, there’s actually such a mansion?" Beichuan Si narrowed his eyes, and Jian Ding, without his noticing, slipped into his palm.

...

This was a mansion enveloped in a cold and sinister air.

The red carpet on the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, looking filthy and grimy.

Faded yellow edges and the red and black crosses scattered about like those in a religious building incessantly brought to mind the horrific scenes from some European and American films.

"Still unable to contact Mr. Temple, Hui Li?"

Shen Gu Mirai and Beichuan Hui Li were hiding in a space similar to a prayer hall.

The dome of the prayer hall was decorated with various religious paintings, mainly involving the birth of Jesus and the deeds related to his ministry.

However, some areas were stained with blackish marks similar to blood, completely obscuring the images.

At that moment, Shen Gu Mirai and Beichuan Hui Li were crouched under the priest’s pulpit by a statue of the crucified Jesus, barely daring to make a sound.

"Still can’t get through... I did manage earlier, but Brother Temple couldn’t hear us at all." Beichuan Hui Li said with a pallid face, squeezing her phone with a feeble voice.

Just half an hour ago, they had stumbled upon this red mansion.

Driven by Beichuan Hui Li’s reckless actions, they had entered the mansion.

They initially intended to only take shelter from the rain for a while, but none of them had expected that the mansion’s main door would suddenly slam shut and that it would not open again.

The windows on the other side were nailed shut with wooden planks, making escape from the inside impossible.

Already sensing what they had gotten into, Shen Gu Mirai had become vigilant at that time.

While she looked for a way out, she asked Beichuan Hui Li to immediately contact Beichuan Si.

If they couldn’t save themselves, their only hope was waiting for Beichuan Si to find them.

"Then don’t rush to make calls anymore. Save some battery," Shen Gu Mirai said quietly after taking a deep breath.

"But, but... What was that thing just now?"

Beichuan Hui Li’s fingers trembled, her face turning ashen.

Just earlier, at the prompting of Shen Gu Mirai, she had lightened her footsteps and lowered her voice.

Initially, Beichuan Hui Li didn’t understand why, but then at the edge of the hallway she came through, she encountered that eerie thing...

It was a child, twisted and distorted all over.

They were covered in ferocious wounds, yet still playing in the hallway.

Had it not been for Shen Gu Mirai telling her to lower her footsteps, she would probably have been discovered early on.

Moreover, since this mansion was filled with peculiarity and creepiness, Shen Gu Mirai decisively chose to give up self-rescue and prepare to wait in a relatively safe place for rescue.

Wandering aimlessly around the perilous mansion wasn’t a safe or smart choice for her and Beichuan Hui Li. Only by waiting for Beichuan Si to come could they possibly escape.

She would peek out every five minutes to check the situation in the prayer hall for about ten seconds before retracting her head if there seemed to be no problem.

Shen Gu Mirai always had a clear sense of her own limits; she wouldn’t engage in reckless actions. Since self-rescue was not an option, she could only focus on protecting herself first.

Mr. Temple... please come quickly...

Shen Gu Mirai took another deep breath, touching the bracelet Beichuan Si had given her on her wrist, feeling as if he were right beside her.

This way... she could muster the courage to continue.

Another five minutes had passed.

Shen Gu Mirai moved slightly, her little head peeking out again—

In front of her was a young boy with his eyes gouged out, black liquid oozing from the sockets.

Shen Gu Mirai’s eyes met the void in the boy’s—

Staring at each other.

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