[Comprehensive] I have a special case-solving skill

"It turns out that I am a useless sacrifice."

Miss Sachiko's expression was calm, and she was even laughing at herself.

"I'm sorry, Miss Yuejian, I caused you to be targeted by these demons."

"It's not your fault, Miss Sachiko."

Tsukimi Sakura said very seriously, one word at a time:

"It doesn't matter if you lose your legs, or let me enter Kirisaki Town, it's not your fault as the victim. It's the group of guys whose souls are stained with blood!"

"Miss Xingzi, please don't feel guilty. The ones who should feel guilty are those who harmed you!"

"Thank you, Miss Yuejian."

Sachiko looked at Tsukimi Sakura with soft eyes, as if looking at someone through her.

"Miss Tsukimi...she looks a lot like Haruko."

"Eh?"

"It's the same with Haruko. She always takes other people's affairs into consideration, and runs around because of it. I don't know how tired she is."

Recalling her best friend, Ms. Sachiko became a lot gentler, she was no longer the tired and gloomy look Tsukimi Sakura had when she saw her for the first time.

"Haruko, she...Miss Tsukimi! I remembered!"

Sachiko suddenly grabbed her hand, her pupils suddenly dilated:

"They—they hold a sacrifice every ten years!"

"When I was seven and 17 years old, both Haruko and I saw them hold a mysterious ceremony in a temple behind the village. Haruko and I secretly went to see it out of curiosity, but they scolded us after we found out.

They said it was a ceremony to thank Lord Wang Xiang, and that underage children were not allowed to participate—"

Xingzi's breathing became rapid: "Tomorrow—tomorrow is the day of their sacrifice—is the day when the sea fog will be the heaviest! Miss Tsukimi, be careful!"

"I will, don't worry, Miss Sachiko."

Tsukimi Sakura helped Miss Sachiko who almost fell down.

I'm afraid they are not holding a ceremony to thank the goddess of the elephant at all, but offering sacrifices to 'Lord Mirage'.

In the attic at night, Gojo Satoru told Tsukimi Sakura part of the truth he had investigated.

"Their 'sacrifices' are all pure young girls."

"Bringing such sacrifices is just to pray that they can catch more fish, and that they will not encounter wind and waves when they go to sea.

Heh, as short-sighted as rotten oranges. "

"Ano..."

Tsukimi Sakura weakly raised her hand:

"Teacher, I've wanted to ask for a long time, what do you mean by 'rotten oranges' and 'rotten oranges'?"

"Eh? Is there? Teacher, don't you remember saying that?"

Gojo Satoru put on the blindfold and began talking about him from left to right.

"Ok."

She sorted out the talisman papers in her backpack.

Someday, she'll figure out for herself what 'rotten oranges' are.

"Since they need a pure girl as a sacrifice, no matter what happens tomorrow, they will definitely call me out."

Tsukimi Sakura rolled up the edge of the shorts, and stuffed a few pieces of talisman into it.

"Don't worry, little girl, the teacher won't let you die."

Gojo Satoru turned over and sat up again: "Absolutely not~"

"Thank you so much—"

It's better not to have this kind of guarantee!

Tsukimi Sakura lay on the bed and closed her eyes tightly:

"Teacher, let's go to bed early, I will have some trouble tomorrow."

"learn!"

After Gojo Satoru said this in her ear, he immediately appeared in the state of lying dead, and plugged his ears, not giving Tsukimi Sakura a chance to fight back.

She rubbed her hot ears vigorously and closed her eyes even tighter.

"The teacher is a childish ghost."

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No matter how long the night is, it will eventually pass. Amidst the noisy voices, Tsukimi Sakura heard someone shouting downstairs:

"Xingzi, what's going on with you? How can we not invite guests to watch such a rare festival?"

"You guys...don't go too far!"

Sachiko fell to the ground, unable to use her prosthesis, and someone was pulling her arm, and she could only watch helplessly as those people rushed up to the attic.

"Go! Find our distinguished guest!"

A greedy smile flashed across the village head's seemingly benign face.

As long as this sacrifice is offered to Mirage-sama, Kirisaki Town will be blessed again!

"Grandpa, the village chief, I heard it all! Are there festivals in your village? That's great, I really like these folk customs! Can I participate?"

The innocent look of the girl on the stairs seemed to be as happy as a real tourist.

Sachiko's heart that was jumping up to her throat was instantly relieved.

Fortunately, when she wrote the letter, she only told these people that it was a letter to a friend, and did not reveal Miss Yuejian's identity.

"Of course—of course we welcome guests to the festival..."

The village chief and two middle-aged men made way for Tsukimi Sakura: "Guests, please."

The girl walked down the stairs without squinting. When she reached the door, she took Sachiko's hand, and said a lot of unnutritive nonsense to Sachiko with a look of reluctance.

The village head watched with cold eyes.

Hehe, let's talk, talk, after you go to the festival, you will never have the chance to talk again.

He whispered to the villagers who went upstairs to search:

"How about that man?"

"still sleeping."

"Very well, stay outside Sachiko's house and don't let him come out."

Finally, Tsukimi Sakura blinked at Sachiko:

"Then I'll be back soon!"

Then he walked out the door of the house and never looked back.

The people in the room receded like a tide, and Sachiko opened the palm that she had held tightly for a long time.

In the palm is a talisman left by Miss Yuejian.

She had to do something for Miss Tsukimi.

Sachiko folded her palms together again.

"Wow - this altar is really spectacular!"

Tsukimi Sakura followed the village chief to the side of the altar in the temple, her voice was high-pitched like an overexcited child.

Fake, she wasn't excited at all.

She was about to vomit from the stench of rotting corpses here.

Although these people used many plants to cover up the smell of blood and stench, Tsukimi Sakura could still smell these rancid smells deep into the soul.

The villagers raised torches and surrounded her.

Tsukimi Sakura finally showed the panic that tourists who know nothing about sacrifices should have:

"What do you want to do?!"

"Guests, don't be afraid, we just want to invite you to sit on the altar—don't you want to experience the feeling of being regarded as a god?"

"In no mood!"

The villagers still maintained a polite and polite mask, holding a torch, step by step, forcing Tsukimi Sakura to the center of the altar.

As she stepped into the altar, the magic circle with dried blood on the altar started to work again.

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

"Kill her!"

……

The villagers who were trapped in the magic barrier raised their butcher knives, and pointed the tip of the knife at the unarmed 'tourist' Tsukimi Sakura.

She looked around slowly.

Very good, raised the butcher's knife without missing a single one.

"You guys dream!"

The hoarse female voice seemed to have exhausted all its strength:

"I won't let you hurt any more lives!"

Miss Sachiko's voice came from the pillars of the temple.

She forcefully pushed something off the beam, and the jet-black powder immediately fell all over the altar.

"Mirage-sama hates rotten soil the most, you guys, just wait to become the food of Mirage-sama! Hahaha——"

She completely disregarded that her prosthesis had been twisted, and her body also fell on the altar after pushing down the bag of rot.

The light of the magic circle was annihilated, Yue Jianying saw the blood red eyes of those villagers——

"go to hell--"

"Naruto!"

Tsukimi Sakura called for Shinobi, and she hugged Miss Sachiko who was surprisingly thin after the broken prosthetic limb, and Shinobi hugged her.

He raised his wings and shot them out like arrows, and the monster power in his hands smashed the ceiling of the temple.

The air current rolled up when the wings flapped knocked the villagers to the ground, and the three flew out of the temple.

"Why is Miss Sachiko so impulsive! Didn't I leave a talisman for you?"

Shinobu led the two of them to land on the beach outside Kirisaki Town, Tsukimi Sakura hurriedly checked to see if Miss Sachiko was injured.

"They cannot be allowed to make more unforgivable mistakes."

Ms. Sachiko seemed to have hurt herself somewhere, her head was covered in cold sweat from the pain, but she still managed to smile:

"Before I failed to save Haruko who was the 'sacrifice',

This time, I must save Miss Yuejian. "

"Miss Sachiko...you..."

"I understand, I understand why Haruko couldn't find the body..."

As Sachiko said, she stabbed her nails into her palm with tears in her eyes:

"It was them—it must have been them! Their people on the ferry—they killed Haruko and left her body at the altar—"

"I'm so stupid to believe in this shit ritual—"

"Mortals suffer—"

On the sea in the distance, a thick fog enveloping the sky suddenly rose.

The black waves roared and churned as they approached the shore and seemed to engulf the sky.

The mirage's voice resounded throughout the world: "Your life belongs to me—"

"Naruto, protect Miss Sachiko!"

Tsukimi Sakura set up an enchantment here, and reached the shore in a flash.

The mirage's power comes from the mirage, and as long as there is fog on the sea and people's fear of it, the mirage will never disappear.

Tsukimi Sakura looked up at the mirage's half body hidden in the sea, and roared at him:

"Why did you accept 'human sacrifice'!"

"Mortals dare to quibble!"

The mirage will slap the shore with a flick of its tail.

"You might as well speak clearly!"

Use spells to jump short distances.

Originally, Tsukimi Sakura wanted to ask Mr. Gojo for advice, but now there is no need.

"It's you who said that if I shelter you for 20 years, let her stay with me forever!"

she?

Could it be Haruko? !

Tsukimi Sakura lost her mind and was swept into the air by the waves:

"Strangers,"

Mirage's face hidden in the mist slowly approached:

"Why, you want to help those liars!"

"I do not!"

Tsukimi Sakura was deeply disappointed in this one-sided mirage.

The mirage used the mist to support Tsukimi Sakura, so that she could clearly see the pavilions suspended in the sky in the mist.

"This is a mirage, you... are very similar to her, I will not kill you. I want you to accompany me in the mirage."

what are you doing!

This mirage is still looking for a substitute? !

Tsukimi Sakura was held up in the air by the mist, and the spiritual power and mantra flowing in her body were abnormally stagnant.

"Hmph, you are indeed a powerful human being, but my mist will constantly dissipate your strength, so don't hold back."

When the dense fog hit, Yue Jianying tightly clenched her fists.

It would be great if I could go back in time - as long as I go back in time, even if I find Haruko's body, I can figure out the damn truth!

What the hell is going on with Haruko's company that Mirage mentioned!

She has never been so eager to turn back time——

etc!Time - Kisaragi Station!

She devoured Kisaragi station, why can't she try to use it? !

Tsukimi Sakura directly removed the barrier against the dense fog,

Desperately constructing a brand new technique——[Reversal]