Zongman, can you be immortal with me for the rest of your life?

Then she chased her teacher away.

"Takeuchi..."

After they left, Kazuma pondered over the last name and suddenly remembered it.

"Oh, by the way, the folklore book mentioned on the poster seems to be called Takeuchi something."

"That's probably what he wrote."

Kirito interjected.

Only Kerry stared at the man's back.

Xiangzi noticed Kerry's gaze, leaned close to Kerry's ear and asked softly.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with that person?"

"No, it's just that in situations like this, folklorists may not survive to the end, but they will definitely experience the most terrifying part. So if there really is something unusual here, we just need to follow that guy."

Kerry explained his experience to Xiangzi, but was met with a puzzled look from Xiangzi.

The few of them walked around the festival venue twice but didn't find anything.

So I found an open space to park the car and walked towards the village.

The classic road becomes unreliable after crossing the main road, but this is nothing for a few people who have already experienced the ecological experience of Japanese villages.

Moreover, this village looks at least more prosperous than Hinamizawa. There are rows of electric poles along the road. At the entrance of the village, there are not only small shops, but also various small stores. The decoration in the village is also relatively new.

However, when they looked at the village entrance, they met an old man wearing a hunter's vest, carrying a gun bag on his back, and looking at the location of the festival below from afar.

He was an old man with gray hair.

He seemed to notice that several people's eyes were fixed on the gun bag behind him.

He explained with a straight face.

"A legally owned hunting rifle. I'm a hunter here and usually live in the mountains."

After saying this, he walked towards the mountain with bow legs.

"There are too many weirdos here."

Kazuma complained.

At this time, a man in police uniform came from the direction of the village.

"Tourists? Don't worry, this village is fine!

That old man is Shimura. I heard that he has been living alone in the village for many years.

I am the only policeman in this village. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

The young man patted his chest and left immediately, but the others became even more distrustful.

Because when the police officer walked over in broad daylight, several people smelled the smell of alcohol.

Only Kazuma smiled and elbowed Keri.

"This old man's surname is also Shimura, Danzo, do you want to go and claim him as a relative?"

Several people walked into the village and headed inward along the roadside.

There's nothing unusual here.

You can even see some little kids taking advantage of the summer vacation to squat in front of the Japanese confectionery shops and take photos with their cards.

The local customs did not seem to be xenophobic. In fact, because it was lunch time, when a few people walked past some open shops, they could hear the customers inside helping the shop owners to attract customers.

"Hey! Guys and girls over there! Are you hungry? This soba is a specialty of our Hanyu Snake Village! Do you want to try it?"

An uncle with a white turban on his head, who was probably a fruit farmer, waved to a few people.

As a result, the voice of another boss was immediately heard from the other side.

"Maeda! If you say that, don't come to my house to drink anymore!"

"Oh my! Boss, don't say that. You don't make soba noodles. Oh, and if you guys want to eat tempura, you can go to the place across the street. I highly recommend it!"

It was just time for dinner, so we just sat in the store across the street.

Sato Kazuma: This village is so normal, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

[Kiritani Kazuto: Indeed, I was prepared before entering the village. The villagers were all trying to drive us away, but in the end, nothing happened.]

[Kerry: Isn't this a good thing? I actually hope we can stay hungry forever so nothing strange can happen in this world.]

Sato Kazuma: I don’t want to go hungry.

While they were talking, a man opened the door and walked in.

"Boss, a tempura rice bowl, please. Hmm? Are there any out-of-town customers?"

Kerry and the others turned their heads to look at him because of the faint fragrance coming from that man.

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Chapter 245: The Village is Peaceful (Appreciation)

Sometimes you just can't praise it. A few people just sighed at the normality of this village, and then someone came with a fragrant smell.

But the fragrance on this person is very, very faint, and the smell is a bit strange.

The smell was even weaker than that of the Hilichurls, and only at such a close distance could a few people detect it.

The man touched the back of his head, seeming to feel a little embarrassed by being stared at by several people.

"I'm a quasi-Kamidai. Everyone, is there anything wrong with me?"

"It's okay, it's okay. We are from Tokyo and are a little curious about how there are so many people in the village and how they can support so many shops."

Kazuma, who was in the team's social position, started a conversation right away.

"I see. Even though our village is remote, it has quite a few people. We even have our own primary and secondary schools.

There are mineral deposits in the nearby mountains, and there used to be a fairly large factory there, but it was later destroyed by a mudslide."

The boss was heating the oil pan and laughed when he heard what the young man said.

"That's not all. Our village was also very famous in ancient times. We've made a living by hunting for generations. And now, you young people are very popular, and I heard that you've even been featured in mobile games. I heard that the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis first appeared around our village.

That is, those outsiders are shamelessly using that person's name to build tourist attractions everywhere.

This guy is from the Kamishiro family, the biggest landlord in our village. If you have anything you want to know, you can always ask him."

Kazuma noticed that the young man seemed stunned when he heard the name Yaobikuni, but after hearing the rest of the story he started to make fun of it.

"What do you mean by 'landlord'? What era is this? We just have more people in our family, but it's hard for us to deal with you guys calling us that all the time."

"Hahaha!"

When the shop owner heard what he said, he smiled and took out the tempura ordered by Kerry and his friends from the wok.

"Mine is fried in safflower oil. It tastes different from the ones you have in Tokyo. Try it."

Kerry was a little nervous when he heard about safflower oil, but after realizing it should be safflower seed oil, he decided to give it a try.

The others didn't react much and just started eating.

Especially Xiangzi, it was her first time to eat this kind of thing where the owner would fry whatever she ordered and she could just take it out and eat it. It felt particularly novel.

Kerry ordered the shiitake mushroom tempura.

When you put it in your mouth, you can find some juice wrapped in the soft shell, and it is indeed very fragrant.

At the same time, he pricked up his ears to listen to Kazuma talking to the person over there.

"Boss, do you have any wine? I think this Shindai has good taste. Give him a bottle."

"Oh? I thought you were students?"

The man was also a little curious, but he seemed to like wine and did not object.

"That's not a compliment, is it? Do we look that young?"

Kazuma asked back, using his Ikeda acting skills.

Instead, it made the guy over there laugh.

Although he claims to be a otaku, this guy's social skills are no weaker than that little blue-haired sunny version who frowns slightly when he smells alcohol, listens to other people's performances, and then drags them into the band in the corridor to ruin their lives.

After the boss brought the shochu, Kazuma and the young man started chatting.

However, Kazuma would occasionally add a few questions in his words.

"It's very hot in Tokyo, but you can still wear long clothes here."

"That's right, that's all the good thing about Aomori. But I want to go to Tokyo too."

"By the way, we're here for the Fishman Festival. I heard it's a custom in your village, huh?"

"That's not the case. Furthermore, if we're going to call it a festival, it's not outside the village, but inside. Over there, in the middle of the village, there's a big river called the Manigawa River. During our festival, we let everyone soak in the water. We call it returning to the sea, and by reaching the sea, we can receive the blessings of God."

After a few sips, the man became noticeably more talkative, and he began to talk incessantly about some things in their village to the Tokyo people.

"Besides, every year the main personnel of the sacrifice are carried out by our Kamishiro family. Alas, this is not something that we branch families can participate in. We, on the other hand, just go to the river with everyone to get our feet wet."

"What are you dissatisfied with? This is your rice bowl. We are not from your family, so it is difficult for us to meet the mentor."

The boss casually picked up some fried vegetables, put some sauce on them and served them in front of the man.

"Hey, who is this mentor?"

Kazuma came over with great interest, raised his glass and clinked it with the young man's.

"Please ask for the mentor. He is the mentor of our Zhenyu Sect. You can also call him the missionary.

Hey, don't be fooled by the mysterious propaganda. Our village is actually nothing magical. If you come here for those strange stories, you might be disappointed..."

Apart from these, Kazuma didn't get any other useful information out of the question.

As a result, the man had a pleasant chat. Before leaving, he insisted on paying the bill for "this guy who got along well with me and his friends", which left Kerry and the others speechless. Kazuma might not be popular with women, but he was successful in making friends with people of the same sex.

[Sato Kazuma: Do you want to go over and take a look? ]

That little bit of shochu seemed to have no effect on Kazuma at all, and he was still able to ask questions in his mind.

Kerry: Let’s go and have a look.

Kerry was also worried that this person was saying one thing to your face and another behind your back, after all, fragrance doesn't lie.

On the way there, they also saw the Manigawa River. This river is not narrow in Japan and is as wide as the Hinamizawa Oahu.

But most of the places are still quite shallow.

Along the way, several people also saw the school that person mentioned.

It is indeed not small. Even if you look at the primary school alone, it seems to have a sports warehouse and even an indoor basketball court.

This is indeed a prosperous village.

After crossing the stone bridge, the man entered a house and seemed to be taking a nap.

Then, several people skillfully spread out and squatted near the house, waiting to see if anyone came in or out.

And then... five hours passed!

On a hot day in July, four people who had been squatting for an entire afternoon made the discovery.

The man seemed to be just an ordinary person. He did nothing and just slept for a while. Then he left the house around two o'clock in the afternoon, just when everyone thought he was finally going to do something.

He went to work.

Several people watched him take a sprayer and run to the nearby orchard to do pest control. After a busy afternoon, he walked towards the place where he had lunch.

Sato Kazuma: Can you do something like worship evil gods and capture ordinary people? Why does he seem like a farm boy?

Kerry signaled He Zhen to stay calm.

[Kerry: Don't worry, this kind of thing is usually done at night]

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Chapter 246: The same kind...?