I’m a Witch In Dongying

　　 Bai Shuiqiu hesitated and reported this number.

　　 For a few young people whose average age is only 18 or 9 years old, this price is undoubtedly a bit high. After all, the wages of part-time jobs for high school students outside of school are only tens of thousands of yuan a month. Moreover, the guards of general shrines cost around 500 yuan.

　　 But Nakamura and others all saw the pictures just now, and they all felt the relief that came out of their bodies.

　　 In addition, these guys are all psychic lovers, and they were half-believing about the things of the gods and ghosts, so they believed Bai Shuiqiu's words for granted and took out his wallet quickly.

　　 Among them, the social animal bought two more, saying that they were going to take them back to their parents.

　　 Bai Shuiqiu stacked several ten thousand yuan bills neatly on top of each other, and his mood became a lot more comfortable.

　　 Seeing the sun set, she was about to close the door to see off the guests.

It wasn't until this time that Nakamura seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked, "By the way, school girl Baishui, I forgot to ask you just now... In that video on the Internet, is it really you fighting a monster? That guy who suddenly turned into a human skin, and the method of using talisman to ignite a flame, is it..."

　　 Facing this question, Bai Shuiqiu responded with a perfunctory smile:

　　 "Sorry, these things involve some secrets that are not suitable for ordinary people to know, and I have nothing to say. In addition, I hope you don't just make up for it, and it's best to treat it as if you don't know this thing."

"…Oh well."

　　 Hearing this response, Nakamura wittily did not ask again.

But as to whether there will be some brain supplements, it is not Bai Shuiqiu's control. The mentality of these spiritual lovers is generally very heavy. Even if they encounter the resentful spirit incident in the Baidi Bay Tunnel, they may not be able to let them go from here on. Settle down...

　　 After sending the group away, Bai Shuiqiu closed the gate of the shrine and returned to the inner room, first changed the witch costume, and then took a look at the phone.

　　 Hmm... There are four more friend applications.

　　 It seems that it is not only Nakamura, but the few people who came to ask for help this time all added her friends.

Bai Shuiqiu happily agreed with all of them, then threw the phone on the bed, lying on the bed with his clothes, and resting for a while with his eyes closed, when he heard the buzzing of the phone next to him, he picked it up to unlock and took a look. It was Nakamura who sent a few messages and finally attached a link to the website.

　　 "Is this the psychic fan forum just mentioned?"

　　 Bai Shuiqiu came to the spirit, opened his eyes slightly, and clicked on the website link. After a few seconds, a dark page refreshed on the phone screen.

The entire webpage is the most common form of forum. It is divided into several different sections, perhaps to create a supernatural atmosphere. The theme style of the page is mainly black, and the font is white and red. Baishuiqiu is very fast. I found the post Nakamura said.

　　 This post has the highest popularity in the section, and the number of replies is also large. It already has two to three hundred stories.

　　 The ID of the poster is a string of English letters.

　　 Bai Shuiqiu checked it handily, and found that it had no practical meaning. It might have been knocked out by the keyboard.

　　 Bai Shuiqiu turned back a few pages.

When she turned to the sixty-story building, she saw news about "Tenmu Shrine". The replyer simply mentioned that the girl in the video looked like a witch from the Tenmu Shrine. There are three or four replies below. Followed up, but the replyer did not make any further comments.

　　 As for the ID of the replyer...

　　 "A servant of the gods?"

　　What kind of name is this?

Since all the forums are psychic lovers, it is normal to be interested in things with strange power and chaos. Many people's IDs are related to ghosts, but IDs like this "servant of the gods" are unique. I don’t know which **** this "servant" believes in.

　　 Bai Shuiqiu tried to look through his posting records, but after clicking on it, he found that this function is not open to non-registered users.

　　 If you register, you also need to have the invitation code of the old user.

　　 "It feels so troublesome..."

　　 Bai Shuiqiu pursed his lips and switched back to the chat interface just now. Only then did he notice that the several messages Nakamura had sent earlier included this introduction, and he also posted his own invitation code.

　　 "An old user can only invite up to four new users?"

With such demanding requirements, it’s no wonder that the number of registered users on the forum is so small. According to the results of the previous review, it seems that the highest number of replies on the forum is only 700 or 800. Based on this calculation, the maximum number of registered users on the entire forum will not exceed Five thousand people, maybe even less...

　　 Bai Shuiqiu muttered silently in his heart, and registered an account in accordance with the procedure sent by Nakamura.

　　 Fortunately, registration does not require any real information to be entered. As for nicknames and cities of residence, Bai Shuiqiu randomly compiled a few.

　　 Until this time, she smoothly clicked on the historical data of "Servant of the Gods" and found that this user had only posted a dozen posts in total.

　　 And when she wanted to enter these posts...

　　 "Sorry, your authority is not enough... What do you mean, you still have to recharge to open a membership?"

never mind…

　　 When I see Nakamura and others later, let’s borrow their account and use it...

Bai Shuiqiu decisively gave up his intention to continue trying. After lying on the bed for a while, he heard the sound of someone opening the door, and then there was a familiar sound of footsteps passing through the corridor and walking in the inner room. It was Chiyo from outside. came back.

　　 "Grandma."

　　 Bai Shuiqiu leaned out of the room and greeted Chiyo.

　　 The old man also gave a kind smile: "Xiao Qiu, how did you rest at Keiko's house last night? Also, the monster thing you said before, now..."

"well enough…"

　　 Bai Shuiqiu nodded, and then responded to another question from his grandmother: "The painting of the skin has been solved. Although there was a little mistake in the middle, the result went smoothly. You can also feel a little more relieved."

　　 At the moment, Bai Shuiqiu recounted what happened at the Hechuan Bridge last night from beginning to end.

　　 Although the most thrilling places were erased lightly by her, some clues can still be heard.

　　 "...That’s the way it is, I have already killed the real body of Painted Skin, but sister Suzuki still has a little trouble. I don’t know what it means, so please take the defensive guards with me at any time."

"I see."

　　 Chiyo nodded.

After pondering for a while, he laughed softly: "Speaking of which, Xiaoqiu, you are already very good now. Even the mysterious monsters like Painted Skin have been smoothly killed by you. This level of spiritual power has been there in the past. My sister's demeanor has changed."

　　 "You ridiculously praised..."

　　 Bai Shuiqiu smiled, but his eyes hesitated.

Although she has never met, she can also hear from Chiyo's occasional narration that she respects and admires her sister very much. It is a pity that this maiden, who is said to have powerful spiritual power, is only 18 years old. He died unexpectedly at time. If Bai Shuiqiu still believed this kind of rhetoric the first time he heard it before, then now...

　　 She doubted that the death of this aunt was not an accident.

　　 Falling off the cliff or something...

　　 really doesn't sound like something a witch with powerful spiritual power can do.

However, it is naturally impossible to seek confirmation from Chiyo for these questions, and considering the age difference between his grandmother and that aunt, Chiyo was only two years old when the latter died unexpectedly. Speaking of, I may not know the real situation on the first scene.

　　 But these have nothing to do with Bai Shuiqiu for the time being.

　　 What’s more, it’s all 70 years ago. After such a long time, the relevant evidence is probably gone. Even if you want to investigate, you can’t start.

　　 The exchange on Painted Skin came to an abrupt end.

　　Chiyo began to prepare for cooking.

　　 After about half an hour, the meal is ready.

Bai Shuiqiu and his grandmother together, after having dinner at the table, they helped to wash, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on clean clothes, and returned to his bedroom. He calmed down for a while, and put the talisman paper with Langhao pen spread out on the table.

　　 began to try to draw [Jingxin Symbol].

　　 After all, Bai Shuiqiu hasn't drawn Fulu for some days.

In the previous week, I was almost busy with the guardian of the liver. Even if I took the time to draw a few talisman, the paintings were all focused on the burnt [Fire Bell]. Now I pick up the [Jingxin Talisman], which is a little bit hand-crafted. .

After 　　 failed twice in a row, I finally drew a finished product.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 Bai Shuiqiu put down the brush, and blew lightly against the talisman paper.

　　 After waiting for the ink on it to dry up, he picked up the talisman and put it aside, and then easily cleaned up the previous two waste talisman.

　　 "Sure enough, there is still some restlessness..."

　　 I don’t know if I met Nakamura and others just now. Knowing the reason why his identity was broken by others on the forum, Bai Shuiqiu always felt a little wandering in his mind, and he couldn’t concentrate when drawing symbols.

　　 closed his eyes for a while, took a few deep breaths, and drew a few more talismans. The yield is still only one-third.

Bai Shuiqiu guessed that in this state, even if he forced to paint, the efficiency would not be very high. He simply put down the pen and paper, stretched his waist with his fingers crossed, and then grabbed the wind raccoon lying next to him. Rubbed it on it

Chapter 186 Puppet Doll

　　 Facts have proved that using cats to relieve stress is indeed effective.

　　 Although the breed of the wind raccoon is still a little different from the cat, after rubbing it for a while, Bai Shuiqiu's mood has become a lot more relieved.

It’s just that this little thing seems to be a little unhappy. Taking advantage of Bai Shuiqiu’s distracting effort, he broke free from her hand, then jumped onto the cabinet next to him, and lay down again, staring at it with dark eyes. In front of the table below, the figure draws a long shadow under the smudge of the lamp.

　　 "Speaking of..."

　　 "It seems that I haven't seen that thing since I came back from the Hechuan Bridge..."

　　 Bai Shuiqiu leaned against the back of the chair with his hands in his back, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and sat up again.

　　 got up and walked to the door of the room, and looked outside.

　　 This action is actually a bit redundant, because the only people living in Tenme Shrine, except Shiraumi himself, are grandma Chiyo, and Chiyo will not come to disturb her when there is nothing important.

　　 But she still checked, then closed the door lightly, buckled the door, turned around and walked back.

　　 sat down again at the table, fumbled out a dusty thing from his pocket, put it in front of the lamp, looked at it, and said nothing.

　　 The thing Bai Shuiqiu held in his hand was a doll made of clay.

　　 The color was off-white, and the head was small, about five or six centimeters tall. When she was holding it in her palm, she could vaguely see the outline of a human figure, including hands, feet, and heads... everything was available. But the face looks very vague, almost no trace of the facial features can be seen, like the faceless man in the story.

　　 In the light of the light, it is a little bit oozing.

　　While Bai Shuiqiu looked at this clay doll, a few lines of text that others could not see appeared quietly in front of her:

　　【Limited time mission: Kill the painted skin hidden among the crowd, completed】

　　【Reward for mission: puppet doll】

　　【Puppet doll: Wrapping hair and blood respectively on the puppet doll, chanting spells, you can create your own stand-in puppet.

(Note: The avatar and the real body are almost indistinguishable, and the real body can obtain the perspective of the avatar and manipulate the action of the avatar at any time. If necessary, you can remove the avatar at any time and take the doll back to yourself. When the puppet is not damaged, Can be used multiple times)]

　　...

　　 This thing called "Puppet Doll" is the reward for killing Painted Skin.

Bai Shuiqiu actually wanted to take this thing out for a long time, but because after leaving the river bridge before, he went directly to Keiko Kandaji’s house and stayed at school for a whole day. Until now, he finally has time to calm down. Come on, think about it.

　　 just as the name implies.

　　 Even if you just look at the name "Puppet Doll", you can probably guess what this thing does.

It’s just that Bai Shuiqiu doesn’t have an intuitive concept of the so-called “stand-in”. No matter how she looks at it, she can’t imagine how this palm-sized clay doll can be her stand-in. Is it similar to a remote-controlled toy? Kind of form?

　　 In that case, I might as well give myself a drone...

　　 "Anyway, let's try and follow the prompts given by the system..."

　　 Bai Shuiqiu pondered for a while and made up his mind.

　　 first cut a few hairs from his head with scissors. After unfolding, they were wrapped around the clay doll like a thin thread, and then pierced a hole in the thumb with the tip of a needle.

After 　　 waited for the blood to seep out of the wound, he squeezed out a few drops of blood and slowly dripped onto the doll, then wiped his fingers with a tissue and put on band-aids.

　　 After completing these two steps, Bai Shuiqiu crossed his hands and ten fingers to form a mudra, and in accordance with the information sent by the system, he quietly recited a few spells.

During this process, the red blood penetrated into the clay little by little, and the puppet doll's originally grayish-white body gradually stained with a touch of blood, and then spread to the whole body. Those hairs seemed to be bound invisibly. The ground has tightened a bit, clinging to this thing tightly.

　　 Bai Shuiqiu held his breath, looking nervously at the puppet doll on the table.

　　 And the wind raccoon also crouched on the desk with two front paws curled up, tilted his head and watched her every move, curiosity appeared in the dark eyes.

　　 Almost ten seconds passed...

　　 The puppet doll on the table has not moved at all.

　　 Just when Bai Shuiqiu wondered if there was something wrong with his operation, he felt a faint breath rising from the doll's body, as if it was enveloped by a layer of misty brilliance.

Then, I saw that the clay body, which was originally only the size of a palm, began to grow larger. In a dim white light, it gradually transformed into a normal human size. Even the face without a face began to show clear features.

　　 "Second pull—"

　　 Seeing that the clay doll was almost the same size as himself, Bai Shuiqiu unconsciously pulled the chair away, and then gave in.

　　 is only about a minute before and after.