Chapter 242 Oil House

Tokyo in this era was not as industrialized as twenty or thirty years later. However, this land without traces of human pollution still made Tsushi and Sakura, who have lived in Tokyo for many years, feel particularly strange.

It's really a great place to have a picnic - if the sun is brighter.

It was almost evening, and the sky began to shine, and the colors between heaven and earth also changed accordingly.

“Is there really a hot spring hotel here?”

"Well, walk a little further ahead. Cross a dry river, where is the dividing line. We should be quicker. When night falls, the river water will appear. Then no strangers will be allowed to cross again. If you cross the river, you will have to take a boat. I don't want to take a paper boat."

Ling also said as she led the way in the front.

Dried river? Paper boat?

The three of them walked on the vast grassland for more than ten minutes, and Zhishi kept shooting. The grass half-height was covering many traces. When the grass was blowing low, you could vaguely see some ruins, whether it was temples or tombs, or some houses buried with only eaves. At some point in the past, this place should have been a certain village.

Sakura didn't dare to walk in the front or at the end, so she was tightly between Zhise and Reya.

Then they saw the so-called dividing line in Ling's mouth. The exposed riverbed was covered with green water plants. In the cracks of the stones, some water flowed slowly.

"Is there already a river water? It seems that the sun is about to set. Be careful not to touch the river water."

Originally, Sakura was even more frightened by Ling's reminder.

"Is this river a bad thing? Curse? Monster?"

"No, the temperature here is quite low. It will be uncomfortable if you are wet by the river. If you catch a cold, you will get sick."

It turned out to be this, and Zhise at the end laughed. The phone in her hand was still recording, and she took Sakura's dilemma into it.

"Zhi Shi, after passing this dividing line, don't record the video."

"Hey, can't you record?"

"Well, even if you record it, it will probably be blank data after you go out. After all, we have already crossed Wangchuan."

Forgetful River?

Zhise and Sakura looked back again and saw that the dry river water had just risen a little, and the bluestone on the riverbed had already flooded.

In front of them were the ancient stone steps. Step by step, the three of them were in a desolate town.

There are many buildings in the town itself, including various restaurants and street stalls, garment shops, flower shops, and seafood markets. Red lanterns are hung in front of every household. In terms of the scale of the building, it is already a very prosperous town, even more prosperous than the one at the foot of the mountain. What makes it look desolate is because it is not crowded.

It is empty and there is no one. When there is no one in the town, even if there are tall buildings, the rest are ruins.

Zhishi subconsciously took out his phone again, but she turned on the shooting function and found that there was no picture in the camera's mirror. The phone seemed to be broken.

To be honest, so far, they have experienced the standard process of supernatural stories. But Zhishi doesn't feel afraid.

A main street in the town extends forward, with a tall red building at the end. The classic Japanese style seems to have stood there since the Edo period and then presented to reality from ancient stories.

A white-backed canvas flag is hung on one side of the building, and the word "oil" is written in black ink. If you have better eyesight, you can see the big sign on the eaves with "oil house" written on it.

The sunset reflected the whole sky red, and at some point, they smelled a scent.

I don’t know when, food appeared in the restaurants and food stalls on the side of the road, various barbecue and braised dishes were displayed so openly. However, there was still no one, and no one noticed how they appeared.

When they smelled the fragrance, Zhise and Sakura felt a little hungry. Although they had eaten a lot of snacks on the way and skipped lunch, they had almost digested it now.

They are now beginning to believe that it is indeed a resort hotel with delicious food and hot springs.

"But why does Hot Spring write an 'oil house'?" Sakura was a little puzzled. She should write a 'oil house'.

"It probably means 'oil and suck'."

Be lazy and take a break, so this is a place for people to relax. If you go in the next twenty or thirty years, there will be a more appropriate term - leisure club

"Can these foods be eaten on the roadside? But there is no salesperson."

"It's better not to have those things you won't want to eat. They're just some wax oil and incense ash, although they're not poisonous. Come with me, we go to the oil house, where there's something suitable for us to eat."

At the end of the evening, the night comes.

There were more black shadows on the street, floating, some of which looked like human figures, and some could not see at all. Gradually, there were more shadows. These should be ghosts and ghosts. Sakura felt that she should be afraid, but when the three of them walked by, the figures would stop and take the initiative to make way for them. Sakura felt that she could not be afraid.

To be more precise, they give way to Ling.

"They are all geniuses of the past, and because they are forgotten, they cannot even maintain their bodies."

No one dared to walk in the middle of the road, and no one dared to stand with them.

Soon, a vermilion bridge must have appeared in front of them. Under the light of the oil house, the black shadows before them no longer floated and showed their bodies.

Some of the strange looks are like the ones described in "Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk" and "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", and some of them are completely unknown.

On the other side of the bridge, there were people dressed in men to welcome guests. They said they were people, they looked more like frogs. The big eyes and wide mouths were a bit funny when they were combined together.

At this moment, the welcome guy frowned.

"It smells like a human? It smells so smelly. Is there really a human coming? Frog, go and call Yuba Yu!"

It ordered the servants around him to tell Yuba, the owner of the oil house, that this is a place where humans are absolutely not allowed to set foot. Anyone who is lost and hides here will have Yuba, who will deal with it.

The servant named Fantai Frog was a frog the size of a palm, and was dressed as a guy. It jumped and ran back to the oil house.

But soon, the welcome guy saw the three people coming from the bridge, especially the one walking in the front. It was startled and then quickly changed into a flattering smile.

"Sir, you are here! Come here and let the shop shine brightly!"

It didn't know who the girl was, she looked like an ordinary human. But it was clear that the last time the girl came here, Yumoba treated her with the highest etiquette and was simply worshipped like an offering.

Before that, it had never seen Yumoba so humble. Even when facing the famous Kawabu, Yumoba was just a polite attitude to the guests.

However, before it could welcome the guests, Yumoba, who received the report from the frog, had already arrived in person. It was never a trivial matter for humans to break into her territory. She rushed over in anger, and after seeing the visitor clearly, she immediately changed her attitude.

She was much more enthusiastic than the guy and even knelt down.

"Welcome to the Great God's Destiny! You are here, your subordinates are ignorant and have not collided with the Lord's body, right?"

The guy also quickly knelt down aside. The one who can be called the Great God's Destiny is almost the Sanguizi. The Supreme God who is high in Gaotianyuan is not qualified to admire the tiny monsters like it in the past.

In this end of time when gods and ghosts do not exist, do such gods still exist in the world?

"I brought my friends here today, okay?"

"It's okay, of course it's okay! Welcome!" Yu Po-po's expression was very exaggerated, and his flattering mouth opened behind his ears.

She looked very old, whether it was her hair full of cranes, her face with a wrinkles that could kill her flies, or she shrank to the height of a child due to her bone age. She was a thousand-year-old witch, and she deserved her name. But she did not dare to neglect the guests in front of her.

No way, the rules of human beings cannot be entered. Go to hell, even if the rules were set by herself. Yumoba personally led the three girls into the oil house.

"I brought my friends to enjoy the cherry blossoms. By the way, are there cherry blossoms here?"

"Yes! Of course there are!" Baba Yuzu agreed. There are flowers of all seasons in this place of Shenxi. Spring orchid, summer, lotus, autumn, chrysanthemum, winter plum, and flowers bloom here at the same time.

She remembered that there were cherry blossoms. Even if there were no cherry blossoms, she would catch a few cherry blossom spirits on the spot and order them to bloom. Compared with the once famous big monsters, many such small spirits remained in the world.

After all, humans will forget the legend of the big monster, but will not forget the cherry blossoms. Every spring is the season for cherry blossom viewing, and it even becomes a ritual. As long as it is remembered and worshipped like a ritual, the legend will always exist.

"Dayu Shenshou, are you planning to enjoy the cherry blossoms tonight?"

"Don't call me that, my name is Rei Oshima, just call it."

The human name made Yumoto a little awkward, but of course she didn't dare to criticize it.

"It's too late today, and the cherry blossoms at night are not very good either. Let's go tomorrow. I took a day to rest. The medicine soup here is very good, so I can bubble more."

Reiya's last sentence was said to Tsushi and Sakura.

Yuba was suddenly proud.

"This is of course. Looking at the place of God Hidden, the hot spring medicine soup in our oil house is recognized by all the spirits and monsters."

She originally wanted to talk about the gods, but she didn't dare to call them that in front of this person. The visitors from the oil house all regarded themselves as eight million gods, but in fact, they were just weird in the past. There were no real gods left except for the Hebo who still had incense in the mountain villages and temples.

"The Yanming Soup and Pengxian Soup here are very famous. Please... please enjoy them all!"

"By the way." Ling suddenly stopped after receiving the sign of the soup bath at the front desk, "I saw a shop outside the street saying "Human flesh". Could there be some people-eating monsters here?"

Yuba Yu jumped up like a cat with her tail stepped on.

"How dare you! How dare you! In this era, it's too late for us to avoid humans. You know, the shops outside are just incense candles and incense ash. Some monsters are greedy and miss the era of eating people in the past, so they just make incense candles and incense ash like that."

"You shouldn't show up here like this."

"Of course! Please rest assured that there will never be such monsters in this place of divine hidden!"

Yuba Yu lowered her head deeply and did not dare to raise it for a long time. It was not until she felt that the girl had really left that she carefully reached out to wipe off the cold sweat. In the moment just now, she felt that she would be destroyed by a thought, making her feel distracted and dared not rise.

A thousand-year-old witch like himself is no different from an ant in front of the real God of God.

Sakura, yes, cherry blossom essence!

"Where is Bailong? Call Bailong here quickly."

She asked Bailong to go to Shikoku Island to catch cherry blossom spirit overnight, and she herself was responsible for capturing all the cherry blossom spirits on Honshu Island.

He told the accountant to be careful when receiving distinguished guests. No slackness is allowed in any request. Yuba Yu quickly went out and turned into a crow and flew away into the distance.
Chapter completed!