Chapter 10 A Body Buried Under the Cherry Tree

“Hehe, if my tongue is cut off, I can’t sing, but I can still dance.”

The girl’s ethereal voice echoed, and the sad and desolate melody was even more creepy.

“If my eyes are gouged out, I can’t see, but I can still dance. "

In the scarlet moonlight, the girl's singing accompanied by the flying petals in the sky has a unique sad beauty.

But surrounded by the weird singing, Kenmei Isayama only felt absurd. The girl's tongue was cut, so who was singing this song?

Kenmei Isayama used his psychic power to cover his eyes out of concern for his classmates, and he never thought he would come here. He became a poor bystander and could not move.

The cherry tree in front of him, illuminated by countless burning torches, was a cherry tree that required fifty people to hold hands and walk around in a circle to measure. The huge trunk was wrapped with red and white shimenawa ropes.

These sacred objects that symbolize holiness and blessing seem to be stained with filth, and the bright colors are gradually dimming with the passage of time, becoming ominous.

And the huge cherry blossoms Under the tree, there is a tall blood-red altar, and in the center of the altar, a pure white figure is dancing.

The girl, who is somewhat similar to Chitanda Eru, is wearing a pure white wedding dress and kimono, and has delicate makeup. She is so beautiful that she doesn't look like a living being on earth.

Her eyes are closed as if she is sleeping. Although her figure is petite, she has a noble and sacred temperament that cannot be ignored.

Her long white hair and sleeves flutter in the wind. In her hand, she holds a dark golden Kagura bell. As the girl dances, the bell makes a pleasant and crisp sound from time to time.

Everything is so beautiful and holy

But as the girl dances, the huge cherry tree behind the blood-red altar changes, becoming enchanting and alive.

Under the surface, countless thick vine roots like dragons and snakes emerge from the broken ground. , and these vines look extremely scary, like peeled flesh and blood with beating pulses.

What surprised Jianshan Xianmei even more was that he found that because of the rampage of the vines, the things buried underground were also rolled out.

This is how Jianshan Xianmei realized that the cherry tree in front of him was not a sacred tree for worship, but a sealed monster of unknown horror.

There are several white skulls attached to every inch of the huge vines, with holes in the heads and trees growing inside, and there are countless huge vines in front of him, and the white skulls are attached to these things like eggs, densely packed.

Jianshan Xianmei's scalp tingled

How many lives did this huge cherry tree devour to grow so big?

The blood-colored altar is covered with The girl's body was cracked, but the pure white girl seemed to be unaware and continued to dance.

Until a twisted vine sprang out from the surface of the broken altar and instantly pierced through the girl's shoulder, and the white witch's dress was instantly stained with blood.

The girl looked very painful, but even though her body was pierced through the shoulder, she still wanted to continue dancing, as if stopping this ritual would have terrible consequences.

The girl's blood slowly flowed down along the vines, which greatly stimulated other vines, so more and more vines came out from the ground. At first, they could still struggle, but in the end, they could not move at all.

The altar was torn apart by the vines, forming a huge hole, and then these vines wrapped around the girl, slowly pulling her down, trying to swallow her whole.

Although he didn't know her, it would be a lie to remain indifferent to such a tragic experience. Ken Isayama was thinking about what to do, but he could only watch because he couldn't move.

The dying girl slowly opened her eyes, and Jianshan Xianmei showed reluctance on her face, and understood why she danced with her eyes closed before.

Because her eyes had been cut off long ago, leaving only an empty eye socket.

And a bloody vine actually came out of the right eye of the replaced girl, and the tip of the vine was nourished by blood and flesh and bloomed a charming pink cherry blossom, occupying the right eye socket, forming a sharp contrast with the empty left eye.

The beautiful girl did not seem to feel any pain, but raised her head and showed Jianshan Xianmei a bright smile.

Jianshan Xianmei saw the girl's mouth open, as if she was saying something but couldn't speak. Recalling the previous ballad, if nothing unexpected happened, her tongue should have been cut off by someone long ago.

"Soon."

Jianshan Xianmei could only vaguely read what the girl wanted to say based on the movement of her mouth.

"Soon... I'll come find you..."

Realizing what the girl was saying, Kenmei Isayama suddenly felt a violent twitch in his heart. The world in front of him, including the trunk of the terrifying cherry tree, was suddenly covered with cracks like glass fragments, and then suddenly shattered completely.

Kenmei Isayama fell into an incomparable darkness, his head ached, and after an unknown amount of time, there was light in front of him again.

Kenmei Isayama opened his eyes and found himself back in the classroom. The cherry tree just now, the girl eaten by the tree, and the smile, all impacted Kenmei Isayama's nerves like fragments of memory.

"What is this?"

"Why do I want to cry?"

Kenmei Isayama looked at the bloody tears dripping on his palms, and was at a loss in the face of the unspeakable sadness that suddenly rose in his heart.

Kenmei Isayama, who still had his sanity, found that no one around him noticed his abnormality, and a short time should have passed just now.

Sister Qiancong just put the book on the podium and is about to start a class meeting.

No, this might make me lose my composure.

Sensing that his emotions were affected by something unknown and suffered serious mental pollution, Jianshan Xianmei took a deep breath and directly launched an ancient spell.

Mana deducted 20 points

With the cleansing of psychic energy, Jianshan Xianmei felt that his consciousness was gradually recovering and the strange emotions gradually dissipated.

Psychics have been spying on the subspace, and mental pollution is inevitable. As a qualified psychic, you must always pay attention to your mental state.

Jianshan Xianmei thanked his mentor who he had never met in his heart again.

There are naturally psychic spells in that inheritance to reduce mental pollution. It is not written on it, so Jianshan Xianmei directly called it [Calming Mantra].

Jianshan Xianmei, who regained his sanity, breathed a long sigh of relief, and his face became extremely ugly.

"This world is far more dangerous than I thought."

Without a guide, the fledgling Kenmei Isayama has no awe for the use of psychic energy, and the psychic energy is gathered in the eyes - equivalent to the eyes of delusion.

The secret hidden in Chitanda Eru is not something he can handle now.

At the same time, far away in Kamiyama City, within the influence of the Chitanda family, a huge cherry tree stands in the depths of an ancient mountain. If Kenmei Isayama saw it, he would definitely be quite surprised, because the cherry tree is exactly the same as what he saw in his hallucination before.

I don't know how much time has passed, but this cherry tree is still so beautiful and has a strong vitality, with a large number of petals floating in the wind.

In contrast, under the cherry tree, there is a vast black quagmire formed by the vast evil curse power, in which countless bloody humanoid curse spirits with terrifying faces are floating, like hell.

At the top of the tree canopy, a girl in a white shrine maiden's costume was firmly imprisoned deep in the branches. Her pure white hair was dotted with scattered cherry blossom petals. The girl with a peaceful sleeping face slowly opened her blood-red amber eyes.