The night was so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed so noisy - even though it was only for one person.
His heartbeat was as chaotic as his breathing. This situation had been going on for many days, and he still couldn't calm down. Because for the first time he killed people - a lot of people. He didn't want to do this, but he couldn't hold back the gushing emotions of collapse. An unknown force surged out from the bottom of his heart, replacing him and doing what he had only thought about for a moment. Once you do it, you can't look back.
He hid by a lake and wanted to wash away the blood on his body with water. Although he encountered many wells along the way, he did not dare to stay for a moment for fear of being discovered. The moonlight illuminated the lake, and the lake reflected his face. Only then did he realize that his hair had turned completely white at some point. Perhaps he was too nervous during the escape and did not take a good rest, which is why it became like this. Fortunately, the thing he was most worried about - the wings that once spread out on his back and were definitely not human, disappeared at some point.
At least this way, he wouldn't have to worry about attracting too much attention and getting arrested. It all happened so suddenly that even he himself didn't know what he had experienced. Compared with the changes in appearance, it was as if his heart was stabbed hard at that moment, which was the most lasting pain.
But the clothes must be changed. The material is too good and it doesn't look like something ordinary people should wear. What's more, there is a very big hole in the back, which is too eye-catching and obviously cannot be worn normally. The movement restriction order in Cangyi City was lifted, and he was finally able to escape from the city. But he actually didn't know where to go, maybe another city, maybe the prairie. He originally thought that the pair of cumbersome wings that had disappeared could allow him to fly over the city wall. In fact, he didn't know how to use them at all - but at that moment, when dozens of sharp arrow-like feathers shot out, he It's used. But that didn't follow what he really meant. He just... lost control and couldn't arrange what might be a part of him.
"It's already here, and there are still people..."
He heard a man's voice, and his spirit instantly became tense. What he didn't know was that at this moment, inconspicuous, tiny white fuzz appeared on his skin, just like that day.
"He is a very demonic person." This was an ethereal female voice.
He saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking under a nearby tree. Under the moonlight, the woman's clothes were too dazzling - although they were not fancy, they were just monotonous pink and white and light brown, but the style was a bit cumbersome, and even had a cloak that reached her ankles. He had only seen the eldest lady of the Taki family wear it like this. The man's dark clothes looked very ordinary in comparison.
The woman bent down and put her hands on her knees to look at him. Her head was covered with a kerchief, probably of satin. He clearly noticed that this woman also had a very strange smell - he couldn't tell what it was, it had a faint fragrance, but it wasn't fruity or powdery. It was a smell he had never smelled before, nothing could compare to it. In addition, he could also feel that there was a lot of power around the woman.
Power can be felt - if there is enough abundance. Maybe this is spiritual power, he doesn't know. When he lived in the house before, he had almost never been exposed to this kind of thing. Occasionally, he could feel the faint breath of plants and trees. This breath was more obvious to him when Taoist priests came to the house to perform sacrifices. The man next to me also had it, but it was slightly thinner.
He didn't dare to speak, he just stared at the two of them closely.
"Although it has been washed off, there is a faint smell of blood on his body, and it is also on the fabric." Cheng You said, "You couldn't have... killed someone, right? This smell lasted for at least three to five days. Could it be that you are The murderer of Taki’s family?”
When saying this, Cheng You showed no emotion similar to fear. He has seen big scenes, and a mere killer is not worth mentioning. And this person didn't feel any fear or threat from Cheng You - he had been able to keenly detect people's emotional changes since he didn't know how old he was. Often, this change brings not a smell, but a feeling.
"Two days ago, I heard the bees say," the woman said, "that they often visit the garden of Taki Mansion. It has not been taken care of for a few days, and a lot of weeds have grown. They also said that they killed all the people in Taki Mansion." That person is the illegitimate son of Long Mansion, his name is... Long Miao."
Hearing the woman's brisk words as if they were insignificant, Long Miao's whole body trembled, making the two of them clearly aware of his emotions. There's no mistake, that's what he is.
"Are you... from the government?" he asked, "or an Onmyoji?"
"No. But why are you afraid of Onmyoji?" Cheng You asked him.
Long Miao didn't say anything, and the woman said for him: "This man is half a monster...it's a bit disgusting."
His heart felt like it was squeezed tightly by someone's hand. It was painful and numb, leaving him speechless for a long time.
"What should I do?" Cheng You began to think, "It's true that you can get a reward for sending you to the government, but... it's not necessary. Many Onmyoji are looking for you, right? There are also witch doctors. Half-demon is very good. Materials should be more valuable than being handed over to mediocre people.”
"...You don't look so condescending," Long Miao gritted his teeth, "Who is judging your qualifications?"
"Oh, he's very fierce. Miss Yue'e, is this kind of person useful to you monster?"
"It's a disgrace to monsters."
"Yes, most humans feel the same way and want to kill them quickly."
The illegitimate son named Long Miao, a half-demon, had a sullen face, clenched his hands, and asked coldly:
"What do you think? If I kill one, I will kill two. With so many lives on my hands, why am I still afraid of you?"
"You can still bluff... I don't want to do anything, it will only waste time. This kind of unscrupulous guy will die soon if he is left to fend for himself anywhere."
Yue'e turned her face slightly and said contemptuous words in a relaxed manner. Her hair is a little curly and is a special off-white color that shines brightly in the moonlight. Only those living in the Western Regions have hair like this. But Long Miao was definitely not in the mood to appreciate this inhuman beauty, not to mention he knew very well that it was a monster.
Cheng You smiled: "Then let's just pretend we've never met before."
After that, the two people left just like that, leaving Long Miao alone by the lake, breaking out in a cold sweat. What they said was true. At that time, he didn't even know how to kill people, let alone fight against them. No matter what, he survived another night, so he had to be more vigilant and find a way to escape from here.
As for what happened next, he no longer thought about it. Sometimes, just surviving is a struggle.
Obviously, those two people are far from worrying about this problem. The two walked for a while at night, and Yue couldn't help but ask him:
"Is the person we are looking for really on the same road?"
"Since you and I are looking for the ghosts of impermanence, they come and go without a trace. If we follow a path, one of them will always be found."
"Why are you looking for Kisaragi-kun?"
They did not mention this issue along the way. They just knew each other and who the other party wanted to find. Cheng You seemed to have expected that she would ask this sooner or later, so he just smiled softly and said calmly:
"I just want to learn from her because I admire her."
"Making medicine? Or painting?"
"Of course it's painting. I've always wanted to know why she stopped painting..."
"Didn't it mean that the people killed by her paintings were actually poisoned?"
"Do you know the spirit of painting?" He suddenly said, "Things that look like people, such as paintings and puppets, can produce spiritual energy. Fu Sangshen is also a polymer of spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy is not spontaneous, but captures the spirits around him over the years. The flow of power condenses into shape. Painting is the same, but humanoid things absorb spiritual power faster."
"Are you saying that the things she painted in her paintings took away their vitality? Those medicines and poisons are all fake?"
"Directly inducing death with poison is too fast and direct, and it will be easily detected. But if you mix these herbs into the ink and slowly take away people's lives, the painting will absorb faster. But her drawing paper It has also been soaked in potion, and the spiritual energy can only enter but not come out. Even if all the souls are taken away, the person in the painting cannot turn into a monster and make tricks."
"how do you know?"
"If I said I had such a painting, would you believe it?" He laughed out loud.
"not my business."
"Miss Yue'e didn't ask questions, which made me very embarrassed." He patted the painting basket with his backhand, "In order to find out her whereabouts, I replaced the painting. But I, after seeing this painting, I just thought about the painter day and night, so I started painting, and I wanted to see her. What about you? Why do you want to see Kuchuki-kun? Because he is the only monster in the Six Paths of Impermanence?"
Yao'e suddenly stopped and Chengyou looked back at her. Under the moonlight, she looked up, her eyes empty, almost full of confusion. She raised her hand helplessly and looked at her pale palm, but said nothing.
"Girl...what's wrong?"
"I have no idea."
"What?"
"I didn't think about it."
"... Could it be that you really have never thought about such a problem? Then what are you doing to see him? What are you going to say when you see him?"
Yao'e sighed slightly, put down her hand, and lowered her head.
"Maybe I have thought about it, but to no avail. I only know that I want to find him and see him again. You know, when I first saw him in Qinglize, I felt that he looked very familiar. We must have met in the longer past.”
"You are just talking like a storyteller. Could it be that there is some connection in the past life?"
"I don't know...but maybe, it's possible."
"Then you can just ask Wuchang about your past," Chengyou comforted her. "It is said that Liangyue-kun has a Wangui Zhi, which records all the memories of monsters in their past and future lives. You can also ask."
"Yeah. But if possible, I still want to see him in person."
Like a butterfly or a flower.
