This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 351 - 251: Sorry, Sorry (4000 words)_2

Chapter 351: Chapter 251: Sorry, Sorry (4000 words)_2

But the quill had obviously been left here for a long time; its white tail had already turned a faint yellow-gray, as if it would fall off completely at a mere touch.

Behind the desk was a large cross-window, the frame of which looked like a huge cross when viewed on its own.

And on both sides of the cross-window were placed large bookshelves, filled with Bibles and Christian classics.

Without a word, Beichuan Si went to the desk to look through the documents.

Most of the documents were registrations of the children’s identities that had been brought in from somewhere and donations from various social charities.

Indeed, Rain Hall was large in size.

An independent dining hall, an independent prayer room, and various Christian decorations—these were all probably quite rare in that era.

From these documents, Beichuan Si also saw the name of the orphanage director.

The director’s name was Beiyeliang, a middle-aged man in his forties.

Beichuan Si unceremoniously swept the documents he had read onto the floor, while he began to look through the files in the drawers.

He hoped to find more information about the director in there.

Regrettably, except for a newspaper that was surface-oxidized and severely worn, Beichuan Si didn’t find anything else concerning Beiyeliang in the drawers.

The big headline on the newspaper read, ’A family of three encounters a mountain disaster, daughter dies, father found by rescue team, mother goes mad from the shock...’.

This seemed entirely irrelevant to what Beichuan Si had come here to investigate.

"But is that really the case?"

Beichuan Si fell silent for a moment.

He looked over and over at the contents of the newspaper, and pondered repeatedly.

If this newspaper were just an ordinary one, commonly seen everywhere, why then would Beiyeliang have kept it in a drawer?

Moreover, as mentioned before, there were severe wear marks on the foot of the newspaper pages, suggesting Beiyeliang often perused it, eliminating the option that ’Beiyeliang just happened to forget the newspaper in the drawer’.

"If the protagonist of this newspaper is Beiyeliang..."

Beichuan Si considered this possibility.

In the mountain accident, Beiyeliang had lost his daughter, and his wife went mad from losing their beloved child.

The disheartened Beiyeliang must have discovered a bloody, brutal Resurrection Spell somewhere, and that spell required the presence of a child...

Thinking along those lines, it was indeed very possible.

After his last trip to Shenzhu Village, Beichuan Si could understand that this world did indeed harbor some ancient and cruel rituals.

Some places utilized these ancient cruel rituals to avert a certain threat or pacify a resentful spirit...

Then, to resurrect the dead...

Could that be achieved?

Beichuan Si opened the skill tree.

Indeed, there were quite a few methods of resurrecting the dead in the skill tree.

Each resurrection method exchanged a hundred skill points and upward.

The cheaper the resurrection method, the greater the side effects.

However, the system prompt in his mind didn’t sound.

Perhaps it was because Beichuan Si had not discovered strong evidence to prove this point.

"Let’s just note down this conjecture for now."

After thinking for a while, Beichuan Si took note of this conjecture.

The next moment!

His palm suddenly overflowed with a deathly aura, which quickly shaped into a blast shield, pushing back defensively.

Unbeknownst to him, the Shinra Bell had already started ringing urgently.

Beichuan Si’s eyes met the towering wraith behind him.

The other’s blood-stained cleaver was pressing against the blast shield formed by the deathly aura in Beichuan Si’s hand.

That familiar cleaver made Beichuan Si subconsciously think of Beiyeliang.

Beichuan Si summoned up strength in his feet and forcefully pushed it away.

With another flick of his hand, the Spiritual Dagger Jian Ding entered his grasp!

Without hesitation, Beichuan Si twisted the blast shield into sharp spikes and with a swift move, he lunged into the enemy’s embrace.

Jian Ding fiercely stabbed towards the enemy’s throat, while the Mitsubishi spikes met the cleaving cleaver head-on!

Click!!!!

A crisp clashing sound was heard as Beichuan Si lowered his stance, and a hint of light flashed in his black eyes.

Beiyeliang’s strength was that formidable?!

Boom!!!

Thunder roared, and within the flashes of lightning, Beichuan Si saw it.

On the naked wraithly body of Beiyeliang, black bloodstained lines were inscribed in row after row, like curse-like script!

Curses?

Beichuan Si kicked it away, and after throwing the three-pronged dagger, it wriggled in mid-air and transformed into a large hammer.

He caught it with his left hand and, with great force, swung the hammer down towards the opponent’s head!

It clashed with a cleaver again!

Beichuan Si’s left arm went numb!

The other’s reaction speed was incredibly fast!

But—

A thought crossed Beichuan Si’s mind.

The death Qi tugged at a long thread, and in the air, the Spiritual Dagger Jian Ding flew towards his eyes like a living creature!

Spiritual Dagger Technique!

Spurt!!!

The Spiritual Body dissipated!

Accompanied by a giant howl, the terrifying grudge seemed capable of shaking the entire Rain Hall, making the building wobble as if on the verge of collapse.

But Beichuan Si didn’t stop.

Instead, he maneuvered the Spiritual Dagger Jian Ding back into his grasp with a flick of his finger and leaped high into the air, the blue death Qi mixing with the lingering flames as he plunged the dagger into the opponent’s head!

Bang!!!

The ground cratered under Beichuan Si’s forceful stomp.

Had it... escaped?

Beichuan Si warily scanned his surroundings, the chilling death Qi in his hand intertwining with the lingering flames.

He maintained this posture for a while, and, only after confirming the unlikelihood of another attack, did he let his guard down.

"Beiyeliang..."

The astonishing strength and reaction speed far beyond that of a typical vengeful spirit had left an impression in Beichuan Si’s mind.

It seemed his speculations weren’t far off.

Beiyeliang had indeed discovered the blood-curdling, brutal curse scriptures of Jiuyuan.

After his death, the powers of these curses seemed to still cling to Beiyeliang’s Spiritual Body, continuing to be effective.

It was uncertain whether the other party still knew other curses, though.

Next time they met, Beichuan Si felt he had to be cautious of the other side’s tricks.

He tucked Jian Ding back up his sleeve, dispelled the death Qi from his left hand, and stuffed the newspaper into his backpack.

Then he approached the two huge bookshelves.

Most of the books on these shelves were indeed Christian classics, with only a few famous works, as previously mentioned.

Beichuan Si had intended to use the more time-consuming method of examining each book one by one.

But then Kelian Nishijou reacted.

Beichuan Si stopped reaching out and turned to look at her.

This little one was indeed his good luck charm.

In times of potential time-waste, she always managed to give helpful hints.

Though a bit of a Salty Egg lately, considering her age—merely eight or nine—Beichuan Si didn’t mind it too much.

Sure enough, under Beichuan Si’s gaze, Kelian Nishijou slowly stood up and then pointed to the top of the bookshelf on the right.

Without hesitation, Beichuan Si reached out and fumbled along.

And, as expected, his search rewarded him with a hardcover book.

This, rather than a book, was more like a journal of some sort.

Beichuan Si picked up the flashlight he had left on the desk.

He shone the flashlight’s vertical beam onto the small diary.

Under the light, Beichuan Si made out the name on the notebook.

It was Beiyeliang!

"Good job," Beichuan Si nodded expressionlessly.

This time, without waiting for Kelian Nishijou to ask for praise, he had already complimented her.

After saying that, Beichuan Si slowly extended his finger and opened the diary.

The diary’s title page bore these words.

"I really didn’t want to do this."

"I’m sorry, I really didn’t want to do this."

"I’m sorry—for Hiname..."

The black ink seemed to seep out tears, leaving a large stain on the title page of the diary.

Each line, like the confessions of a sinner,