The little boy was a genius during his lifetime.
He was born with a very abundant spiritual power in his body, and coupled with his intelligence and good understanding, as a teenage boy, his ability far exceeded that of many adult onmyojis.
He is very famous in that area. Although the child's naughty nature is still there, his family has taught him fairly well, and he has a rare sympathy for the poor. Whenever they encounter difficulties, as long as they ask him for help, he will definitely find a solution. If any family was oppressed by the nobles, he would come to reason with them. Because the little boy comes from a family of onmyojis, he has a certain reputation outside. In addition, the whole family loves him very much and is not afraid of him "making trouble" outside. Although he was usually very arrogant about his talent and would shout around and point fingers at the adults, everyone refrained from talking about it.
This is how the root of the disaster was laid bit by bit.
No matter how you say it, you are just a brat. Those officers, soldiers and nobles are used to being arrogant. How can they still be angry with you? But his whole family is famous onmyoji, and even if he wants to pick one to scare the monkeys, he really doesn't dare to act rashly. If there is any trouble, his family members in the court will definitely come to settle the accounts. After pinching and pinching, he was the only weak persimmon left. So what if you are a genius? You're just a half-grown brat. Isn't it easy to deal with you?
As a result, a sophisticated and vicious conspiracy unfolded quietly. Usually, the little boy offends too many villains, but these villains are all "adults" from famous families. Before the Jingzhe Sacrifice, the nobles united and bribed the priests and priests who performed the ritual, and proposed a rule that had been abolished for many years - blood sacrifice.
This was just over 20 years ago. Even at that time, when it came to killing people to sacrifice to heaven, no one would stand up to support it except in places that were too closed-minded. Even the old people in the city would never stand up and agree. But the little boy was really unlucky. There had been no good harvest in that place for three consecutive years, and the court kept sending relief food here. In the first year, there was heavy rain, and the river embankments collapsed, causing floods that washed away all the unharvested grain fields; in the second year, monsters did evil and almost burned all the granaries in the city overnight; Three years of strong winds swept away the fertile fields that were growing well. This time it is really hard to tell. This place is far away from the coast, and strong winds rarely appear on the flat land. But if it is said to be a monster, no evidence has been found yet.
What the monster did was not unreasonable. After all, besides people, the little boy naturally offended a lot of monsters. After such "internal and external coordination", if you let the goddess fool you a few words, there will always be five out of ten who believe it. Before the sacrifice, they "invited" the little boy from their house, and they naturally agreed without hesitation. It wasn't until he put on his tailor-made sacrificial attire that day and stood by the altar listening to the hexagrams written in a heavenly book with the big shots and the common people in the audience that he noticed something strange. No matter how unlucky the year is, it is not our turn to reintroduce the shabby customs that were eliminated long ago. He was thinking that some of the children were going to die on the spot, and he had to find a way to save them.
No matter what happens, it can't be attributed to him.
When the dim-eyed old lady who couldn't even stutter pointed at him, he simply thought he had seen it wrong. It wasn't until a group of masked executioners with strange decorations came over, brandishing gleaming knives with their teeth and claws, that he understood what was going on. Looking at the group of dog officers around me, they all nodded with satisfaction. No matter how slow they were, they should figure it out.
"Fart! The old rules from a hundred years ago are revealed to me here, you are so brave! I see who dares to touch a hair of my young master! Get out of my way!"
"You brat, it's not you who has the final say!" An official stroked his beard.
"Let me go! Where are my parents? I want to see my parents! If you dare to offend me, I will make you walk around without food!"
He struggled like crazy. But the group of people pointed and pointed as if they were laughing. One of them added:
"Didn't you see that no one from your family came? You are all very busy, and you only send one person to send us away every year. It took a lot of effort to invite the young master out, but why did you just leave at the request of him?"
The little boy broke free from the person who was twisting his arm, ran to the edge of the altar and shouted to the people watching below:
"Dear fellow villagers, I have helped you a lot on weekdays, but don't pretend to be dead just now!"
The common people looked at each other in confusion. They did feel something was wrong, but they couldn't explain it. Someone carrying firewood rushed up and shouted:
"This rule is indeed broken. And why is it such a coincidence that God wants to kill him..."
Before he finished speaking, the woman holding the child next to him tugged at the corner of his clothes anxiously and motioned for him to shut up.
"Bah!" A sinister man on the stage raised his waistband, "Whoever the goddess says is that! If you have the guts, let this kid do the math for you on the spot, whose child will be sacrificed to the gods to bring peace to the gods? angry!"
The crowd suddenly fell silent. Their eyes were all staring at the little boy, as sharp as knives. He was suddenly speechless and opened his hands to make gestures. Everyone was wary of his every move, fearing that their child would die just because of his words.
Those eyes lacked the usual reverence and prayer, and some were just dodging and keeping away from him timidly.
If you let him point out anyone at random, maybe that group of people would really dare to kill him. But by this time, the little boy already understood that it was too late. His death is more satisfying to those above and below than his life.
"Okay...ok, very good, okay..."
His eyes became vacant and he shouted incomplete words. People felt that he was going crazy.
But still no one stood up.
He raised the knife and dropped it, causing blood to fly everywhere. The people on the stage are like a group of hungry hunting dogs, and a little fishy smell can trigger a carnival and feast. Their desire for spiritual power made them rush forward and bite the broken limbs regardless of their image. The lambs in the audience stared blankly at everything - their head sheep and their shepherd dogs were turned into pieces invisible to the naked eye between the sharpness of the knives and teeth. They just watched and said nothing. Don't do it either.
You can find the sheep and the dog again, but you can't lose your life.
"Mom, what are they doing?" A little girl shook her mother's arm.
"They're eating meat."
"What kind of meat? I want to eat it too."
"Don't dare! Those are all the official's things."
The hyenas had dispersed, leaving only a pool of blood in the center of the altar, and not even the bones were left. It was as if the child who had been mutilated there had never existed in the first place. Everyone licked the blood stains from the corners of their mouths, but their faces and bodies were covered in red that couldn't be washed away. They returned to their seats contentedly and became human again, smiling with satisfaction after a gluttonous meal.
"At that moment, the sky also turned blood red, and a dark pillar of light shot straight into the sky from the center of the altar. The whole cloud seemed to be soaked in blood and ink, revealing a terrifying mottled color. In the blink of an eye, the clouds fell in waves. Black raindrops. People touched their faces, and when the black sticky water spread away, it turned out to be bright red. Then, the crowd started screaming and running away, because they found those things spreading on the skin like man-eating ants, eroding, and drilling into the skin. It was biting to the bone. The nobles under the tent didn't know what happened. They just smelled the smell of burning meat. But soon, their stomachs swelled up, getting higher and higher, like poor people who had eaten Guanyin soil. , until all of them exploded, and their intestines and stomachs were all over the floor."
Mr. Jiyue spoke vividly, and several listeners frowned. Especially Duan Yuesheng, who came running out of nowhere, his brows were furrowed.
"What happened next?" Aluan, who also didn't know when he appeared, asked quietly from the table. Even the little black and white guy seemed to be scared, curling up on the back of her neck and not daring to move.
"Then, the little boy's spirit jumped in front of everyone's eyes, screaming, shaking their shoulders, and kept shouting: 'Why did you hurt me! Why didn't you help me! You all deserve to die, every one of you Everyone deserves to die!" The moment he was unjustly killed because of his abundant spiritual power, he turned into a terrifying evil spirit and a terrifying ghost, seeking their lives one by one. The people in the entire city melted into this rain of blood. disappeared. But he was still not satisfied - he felt that no matter men, women, old people or children, as long as he was a human being, his nature was evil and indifferent, and he wanted everyone to die... In this way, the neighboring towns were also destroyed. He killed them one by one, and their deaths were all tragic and twisted. When he was about to kill the thousandth person, countless dark iron chains rose from the ground and tied him tightly."
This is Yingyue-kun’s business.
Except for Duan Yuesheng, they all heard it, but they didn't dare to say a word.
"Look at it this way...he is actually quite pitiful." He said.
"Oh? You think so?" Lord Jiyue turned his face slightly, "Aren't those people who were killed by him in the past and those who will be killed in the future pitiful?"
"I believe there are still good people...but there is a reason why he is like this." Duan Yuesheng scratched his head.
"Even if you say so, it won't change anything. The Lord, the Lord of Naraku, trapped him with a chain formation. Only the sound came from the earth. Asked him if he knew he was wrong? He just screamed, He just went crazy, listening to nothing and saying nothing. After seven days and seven nights of stalemate, he calmed down and answered firmly - 'What's wrong with me?'"
People deserve to die. People are dirty to their core. Everyone deserves to die.
Such thoughts have been deeply ingrained into his soul.
"Originally, the gentleman wanted him to walk around the world, experience it for a few years, and take a good look at the truth, goodness, and beauty that actually exist. But... for more than twenty years, he has not regretted a day, and he has tried every means to escape from the control of the demon-binding rope. . No matter where he fled to the ends of the earth, that voice would always linger - 'Do you know you were wrong?'"
——Everyone in this world is evil, who shouldn’t die?
——You still don’t know you are wrong.
So the chains tightened even more, causing him to roll on the ground in pain and scream at the top of his lungs.
He slowly learned to compromise and pretend to accept his fate. But until he wakes up, he will never truly get rid of his shackles. Until one day, he finally did something wrong again.
"—He won't wake up."
said the adult.
