The joke is not funny.

Tamaki soon discovered this too. He coughed and said, "Let's continue talking about the Asakusa Shrine."

Asakusa Shrine is located in the ghost mountain of Gunma Prefecture. It has always been considered to be very popular, and there is no news of curses or strange stories.

After Tamakiichi briefly talked about the general situation of Asakusa Shrine, everyone fell silent.

Like Hazama Snow Mountain, there are missionaries' legends that can be used as a reference, but there are no rumors about Asakusa Shrine, and no trace can be found, which means that some preparations cannot be made in advance.

"I hope to have the opportunity to go to Kanagawa Prefecture."

Shi Yun'an said suddenly.

Qin Wenyu and Hanyu Wenxin did not speak.

The number of people in this red-level sacrificial banquet is really too small, only three of them, and this is the first red-level curse in this ten-year sacrificial banquet, and the entire sacrificial banquet is staring at them.

Whether it is a good start or annihilated, no one knows.

For a while, everyone lost interest in talking, and the biggest threat still came from the sacrificial banquet. The red noodle, and the murder of those who escaped from the past were not the most important.

What the hell is this damn feast?

Everyone's heart is asking.

Today, Qin Wenyu has also discovered that the sacrificial banquet is completely different from what he imagined before.

He originally thought that since there are ghosts in the world, why should people be afraid of death?

But now, more and more examples are telling him that this idea is wrong.

They have no emotion, can't communicate, and some ghost Qin Wenyu can't even determine whether the other party is transformed from a human soul?

For example, the monkey-like ghost in Zajian Snow Mountain who has been playing with the souls of the dead.

Those college students died a long time ago, but their souls have been played by that monkey-like ghost, and even now it still exists in Zama Snow Mountain.

What exactly is it?

How is it formed?

The only thing Qin Wenyu can be sure of is that it exists in the first place.

It didn't appear because it was selected for the banquet, but because it was there, it was selected as the place for the banquet.

The two are decisively different.

In short, these ghosts and curses are not like the residue of human souls at all, but more like some kind of higher-dimensional existence that current humans cannot understand.

In many cases, their behavioral logic simply cannot be deduced in a human way.

So, what is the purpose of the feast?

Just to make these tiny human beings hysterical before the fear of the unknown and death?

Qin Wenyu couldn't figure it out, moreover, was everyone selected for the sacrificial banquet random?

If, as Tamakiichi said, each nomask represents a personality trait, then the logic of selecting candidates for the banquet can be guessed.

It's picking out humans with different personality traits.

In real life, although there are differences in human personalities, most of the areas in the personalities overlap, and some places that stand out a little can be regarded as the uniqueness of each person.

And the people selected by the sacrificial banquet seem to have a certain personality trait that is unusually prominent?

Although Qin Wenyu has not seen many people in the sacrificial banquet, the people in this ward alone are not normal people in normal society.

Take Tamaki, for example, who has been using his Shuten Douji Nomen as an example, saying that he enjoys being a leader.

But is it really so?

Although he hid it well, what Yumuyi didn't know was that when he first met Qin Wenyu, he squeezed a teacup and Qin Wenyu saw it outside the window.

Qin Wenyu didn't say anything, but he was very aware of the brutality deep in this guy's bones.

Maybe Shuten Douji represents not the characteristics of a leader at all, but cruelty, brutality and the like...

Five days later was the red-level sacrificial banquet, and the three unlucky made an appointment, because Qin Wenyu was injured, so he went to Gunma County by himself on the last day, and Hanyu Wenxin and Shi Yun'an went to the shrine first.

Soon, everyone in the ward left, only Yayoi Amemiya was still standing by the window.

Qin Wenyu looked at the white ceiling quietly, and suddenly hesitated.

For the first time in twenty years, he felt that he was not decisive enough.

"Amamiya... can I ask you a question?"

"I don't like you. I stayed for humanitarian reasons. The hospital manages meals." Yayoi Amemiya replied one step ahead.

Qin Wenyu was startled, what was this woman thinking?

"I just wanted to ask you, can't blood transfusions between immediate family members?"

Under Qin Wenyu's strange gaze, Yayoi Amemiya, who has always had a poker face, turned her ears slightly red.

"Yes... you can lose, but there are risks," her voice was a little strange, and after avoiding Qin Wenyu's eyes, she quickly said: "The blood of blood relatives contains similar lymphocytes, and these cells will repel each other. Usually the recipient of blood is in a weak stage, and the immunity is poorer than that of the blood donor, and the lymphocytes in the blood of the donor will destroy the recipient's organs within a period of time, which can lead to direct death in severe cases."

"In medicine, this is called graft-versus-host disease."

It seemed that she had finally regained her composure.

When Qin Wenyu listened to her voice, what echoed in her mind were the voices she heard yesterday when she was in a semi-conscious state.

"Doctor, please use my blood, I have the same blood type as him!"

"Are you and him immediate family?"

"no!"

"But, you look like..."

"I said no! Doctor, it's important to save people!"

So, he and I are not related by blood, just simply look alike?

Qin Wenyu turned to look at the gunshot wound on his right shoulder.

Hanyu Wenxin...

smile...

If you have nothing to do with me, then you must have a kind personality that surpasses ordinary people.

Hanyu... Wenxin.

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After leaving the hospital, several people parted ways.

Suddenly, Shi Yun'an stopped, and he rushed into the convenience store by the roadside, trembling all over.

"Paper... pen, give me paper and pen!"

He yelled at the salesperson at the convenience store.

"Yes... yes, yes, sir."

The part-time girl turned pale from her fright, and hurriedly went to the shelf to take out a notebook and a pen, before they could be handed over to Shi Yun'an, he snatched them away.

This thin and tall man was lying on the ground with a hideous face and bulging veins in his hands.

The ordinary pencil wandered around the notebook.

The salesperson was scared and curious at the same time, she secretly glanced at Shi Yun'an's painting.

Immediately, her already pale face turned pale.

It was almost noon at this time, but the morning sun was suddenly shrouded by dark clouds, and the street outside the shop, which was originally crowded with people, was suddenly so silent that it made people panic.

This man suddenly started to draw a self-portrait of himself?

But the him in that painting, crying and laughing, doesn't look like a human being at all, but more like... a ghost.