"I, I suspect that the person in charge of the website is hiding beside us... because, because only in this way... can comply with the two rules on the website."

"So, so I hope that Xicheng, who also has no intention of committing suicide, can temporarily... that... help each other."

After saying this, Takishima Xue gently retracted her head.

Because she was too close to Xicheng Style just now, her delicate little face turned red.

OK, so shy!

This is the first time she has been so close to a boy.

Her mind was distracted, and her mouth unconsciously made a whine like a small train.

Xicheng style was indifferent to her performance.

He was a little asset in his previous life, and he had seen some more charming girls.

A girl with a gloomy temperament cannot make him feel at all due to development like Takishima Xue.

And the other party was obviously a whimper, and he was always whimpering.

but...

Xichengshi looked at Takishima Xue and thought repeatedly in his heart.

Assuming that Takijima Xue is the website leader, there is no need for her to say "There is an insider among us."

But maybe it is because she is the person in charge of the website that she took the initiative to mention this matter.

Of course, there is another possibility.

That is, no one present is the person in charge of the website.

The person in charge of the website may be a believer of the Eternal God Association... or someone related to the Eternal God Association.

They deliberately set up suicide websites on the Internet to attract these suicides who are dissatisfied with their lives to Morimiyayama, and then arrested them for immortal experiments.

There are too many possibilities...there are still too few clues.

Xichengshi was silent for a while, and then he heard Yamamoto Hiroshi's greeting:

"Everyone, it's almost time to build a tent... we will continue to head deep into Morimiya Mountain tomorrow."

He took out his tent from his large duffel bag and began assembling it on the spot, looking very experienced.

Next to Yamamotohiro, No Shitaka also found a place to set up a tent.

Xicheng Style didn't say much, and began to pick up the tent from its own duffel bag.

The sky is getting darker and the temperature is getting lower and lower.

It is definitely impossible to sleep outside in the open air in the cold winter.

Therefore, it is necessary to set up a tent.

They were all busy, and no one came forward to say who would help who would.

After all, this trip was just a suicide trip. People who had no hope for life could naturally not reach out to help others.

"Xi, Xicheng..."

The faint voice of Takishima Xue came from next to him.

Her medium-length hair was blown up by the cold wind, and her large, empty eyes were also exposed.

This is also the first time that Xicheng-style saw her full picture.

If you sort out the bangs in front, you will be a very beautiful and cute girl.

but--

Her voice was extremely difficult to squeeze out from her throat:

"I... didn't bring a tent. To be precise, I didn't have the money to buy it. So I only bought a sleeping bag... So can I..."

“…” Xicheng style.

Don't have money to buy a tent...

As a middle school student in China, he really doesn’t have the financial resources to buy a tent... This is a reason that Xicheng style is acceptable.

Just let her have the same tent with her?

Xicheng style frowned and was about to speak.

"Oh? Sister Takijima didn't bring a tent? Do you want to sleep with me? My tent is quite big."

No Shitaka, who had already set up a tent next to him, walked over and asked with a smile on his lips.

He could tell at this glance that he had a bad expression, which made Takishima Xue bit her lower lip tightly, and she shook her head timidly.

"Would you like to be with me?"

Yamamoto Hiroshi spoke.

He still had the sad expression, with no expression on his thin face, and he looked like a dead person dry.

"No, no, thank you."

Just looking at his expression, Takishima Xue was frightened.

She shook her head and turned her eyes to Xicheng Style.

"..." Xicheng style is still expressionless.

As the saying goes, the more people who don’t like to talk, the more they can perceive other people’s thoughts.

Takishima Xue obviously felt the obscure rejection of Nishiki.

Her eyes darkened, she sighed softly, and she didn't complain. She just bowed politely to Xicheng Style, and then turned around to pick up her sleeping bag.

"...bring it on."

Xichengshi couldn't help but rub his temples, and finally spoke.

Anyway, he didn't plan to sleep at night.

Besides, the most important thing is, even if Takishima Xue is a member of the Yongji Society?

Can she be so powerful when she lies beside her?

The strength of the Eight-Demon Mantra in Xicheng style is only slightly inferior to that of the great master of the Yongjihui Association. Using spiritual tools may be able to defeat the great master of the Nine-Demon Mantra.

As for the others in the Eternal Sacrifice Association?

Want to cause trouble for him?

This doesn't exist at all.

Considering this, Xicheng Style doesn't care much about it.

"Oh? OK, OK! I understand!"

Nishiki's unexpected answer made Takishima Xue's little body tremble at first, and then she quickly answered.

Seeing that Nishijoshi came out to disturb the matter again, No Shitaka, who was still waiting to watch Takishima Yuki's jokes, was a little unhappy.

Why is this Xicheng-style thing happening everywhere?

If you want to refuse, just refuse!

He looked at Takishima Xue with some regret, and couldn't help but glar at Xicheng Shi secretly before he crawled into his tent with curses.

Yamamoto Hiroshi next to him didn't say anything.

His thin face didn't fluctuate much, so he just nodded to Xicheng style and then retreated into the tent.

Xicheng style breathed white breath.

He directed Takishima Xue to move her sleeping bag into the tent, and then looked out at the sky.

Cold winter night...

It has arrived quietly.

......

Xicheng Style and Takishima Xue simply dismantled two self-heated rice and ate them, and then got into the tent.

The snow was very heavy tonight, especially in the forests, and the temperature dropped faster.

The whistling cold wind was mixed with heavy snow and was blowing violently outside.

Just slightly open the gap in the tent, and the bone-soaked cold air can be poured in directly.

Takishima Xue was a little grateful.

Fortunately, Xicheng Style is willing to put yourself in this tent with a stove function.

Otherwise, she would have just slept outside for one night... She would have been frozen into a popsicle.

“Have the suicide website held a suicide trip before?”

Takishima Xue repeated the sudden question in Xicheng style and blinked her eyes.
To be continued...