Fuck! Fuck!
Aoki Motota's bizarre expression, overflowing with information.
Originally, it was early morning, and the ancient temple in the foggy mountains was quite chilly. Now, Xia Yu got goosebumps, and cold air shot up from the soles of his feet.
Great Demon? A creature that survived from the Heian Era to modern times?
In fact, Xia Yu had quite a few encounters with different entities, but he thought of "demons" and "ghosts" as entirely different concepts.
If "demon" is an existence on a material level, with traces to follow.
Then, what about "ghosts"?
These things come and go without a trace, and if one gets attached to you, it's like a malign intent that constantly haunts you, filling your heart with a spooky feeling just thinking about it.
For some reason, Xia Yu instinctively judged that the thing in the canteen was a ghost.
Without looking back, he hurriedly dragged Aoki Motota out, away from the dim canteen.
Xia Yu lowered his voice, "You didn't really see it?"
