This is a vast white world.
Some are like Snow Inkstone Valley, where heavy snow seems to have settled everywhere. But compared to snow, it is shallower and lighter, spreading leisurely across the vast road.
In addition to the white earth, the grass all over the mountains and plains is also green and white. The branches are black, but the flowers on the branches are white. The stream is crystal clear, with gray and white undulating rocks at the bottom. The sky is white and the clouds are white, but the clouds are even whiter, making the sky slightly blue.
This world has no color and no temperature.
The small house she lives in is covered with gray and black tiles, and the wall under the tiles is painted pure white without a single mark. There were two people in the yard, she was standing and the other was sitting. Next to the marble stool is still the stone table. On the table are a horn comb and a length of rope for tying hair.
She was cutting the hair of the person sitting there. He was a twelve-year-old child, but his hair was as clean and white as snow, thick and thick. The hair is slightly curled and will become longer when straightened. It is usually tied high, with only two strands of temple hair hanging down on the chest and tied up, which grows slower. But when the hair seems to be almost reaching your ankles, it proves that it needs to be cut short, otherwise it will get stuck on your feet.
Every seven days, she helps cut hair. No matter whether she cuts her hair into a short boy-like length or only cuts it to her ankles, it will always be the same length after seven days. She had teased her before, saying that the hair looked like bamboo shoots, but the owner of the hair was never arrogant. The owner of the hair is not angry, nor does he have any expression. He just tilts his head and has something in mind.
"You said, it would be nice if the sword could be cut short like my hair."
"...Why do you say that suddenly?"
She arranged the cut hair and piled it on the table, then went to get the comb and hair tie. The fingers and horn comb pass through the smooth hair, making it as smooth and light as satin.
"I just suddenly wanted to say this..." This was a somewhat hollow child's voice, "My hair knows when it will be cut off, but I don't know when it will die."
"Really? Do they know?"
She smiled tiredly, getting used to it. After tying her hair, she patted the child's shoulder to signal that he could stand up. Neither of them spoke anymore. After a short silence, she continued:
"Burn it later." She pushed her hair that was about to slide off the table, "Xiao will find a way. We will all find a way."
The child nodded obediently. As for what I think in my heart, it's probably another matter. She didn't expect the children to trust them completely, and it was better not to - so that everyone wouldn't be too sad when they couldn't do anything. But no one hates hearing words of comfort. It doesn’t cost anything, it just needs some thought.
She added: "I'm going to look for him. There's been no news about that guy for so long. If you want to rest, just sit here, or you can go back to the house and take a look."
"Um."
The child watched her leave. She walked out of the low fence and along the path to the door. The light white gauze dress floated with her steps, like a pink butterfly in midsummer. But it's winter now, but it's not cold here, and neither is she.
The breeze came slowly and took away a few white silk threads. The child looked at the hair on the table, gathered it into his hand, took the comb in the other hand and returned to the house. There were no windows or lights in the room, so it was pitch dark. The child put down the things in his hands and then opened the sunshade in front of the window. There was a window at the end of the bed, and the child climbed up to the edge, reached down, took off the board, and pushed it away.
Another gust of breeze, mixed with the faint fragrance of some flowers, rushed in along with the light.
The person on the bed moved, and the child turned his head to look closer.
"...A Luan?"
As soon as Shan Hai opened his eyes, he saw a child's face, which was almost as close as his own. As soon as he woke up, he was startled and almost bumped into each other.
This scene is really familiar.
But it wasn't Aluan, he recognized it at a glance. They look completely different and wear different clothes. The younger child in front of him was wearing a long coat with wide cuffs and a pleated hem that was very fluffy. A dark red belt tightens her slender waist, and the warm gray coat is lined with white and sewn with black buttons. The child is much more well-dressed than Aluan, but she also has to dress more cumbersome and cumbersome when she is at home.
"I'm sorry, girl, please..."
Shanhai swallowed. He had so many questions at once that he didn't know which one to start with. The little girl had her hands behind her back and looked at him with her big gray eyes. Her eyelashes were so long that when she got too close, she almost poked Shan Hai's face.
"Akatsuki brought you back. You passed out. We rescued you."
She summed up the whole thing in three simple sentences. Shanhai was speechless for a moment and closed his mouth. Well, at least one problem is solved.
"Well, thank you very much... I am Rin Shanhai. What is your name? Also, who is Akatsuki's friend?"
"I am Mo Liang...Xiao is Xiao. And my sister, you can call her Chili."
The little girl's language is a bit fragmented, but it does not affect understanding. Shan Hai thought for a while and then asked tentatively:
"Ah, then, have you...have you seen my apprentice? She is a girl, a little taller than you, carrying a medicine box..."
"you alone."
"Only me?"
"You alone."
Shan Hai let out a long breath, not sure whether it was anxiety or relief. He suddenly fell on the bed again, feeling indescribably tired all over his body. He looked up at this small room, even the ceiling was painted white. After a long time, he said quietly:
"Am I dead?"
"…You live."
"Really?" He propped himself up slightly, "I heard that the heaven is so clean, and everything is as white as clouds."
"How rude."
"I'm sorry... I mean, it's clean and beautiful here. And—and I don't deserve to be alive."
"You are alive." The little girl said seriously, "Don't seek death next time."
"No, I didn't. I just...well, okay, you're right."
Shan Hai forced a smile to show politeness, but Mo Liang bluntly said, "It's so ugly."
The atmosphere was a little awkward. After a while, Shanhai still couldn't hold it back and asked further.
"Miss Chili is again..."
"It's my sister. She lived alone at first, and then I came."
"Little girl..." Shan Hai tried to say something, "Forgive me for being presumptuous, but... I feel that you have a strange evil spirit about you. Not only that, the whole house looks as clean as new, but the aura is very messy."
Mo Liang's eyes widened slightly. Then, she thought for a moment and replied:
"That's true. But I'm a real human being... I'm sorry, can you say your name again?"
"Ah, Lin Shanhai."
Mo Liang tilted his head slightly, looking like he was deep in thought. Then she shook her head.
"I have no impression of this name, sorry."
"I'm just a junior in the world, and I really don't have a good reputation. Your surname is Mo... I remember that the Mo family is also an onmyoji, and generations of them have been slaying demons. Seeing that you have a bit of evil spirit about you, could you be a child of their Mo family? ?”
Mo Liang looked at him blankly.
"You know me?"
"I know about the Mo family. But in recent years, they seem to have disappeared from the world. I have been watching, so I don't know very well."
"Is it like this?"
"Yes. I also heard that they have an ancestral bone sword that was forged from the corpse of Garuda."
"Yeah. If I'm right, that should be the demonic energy in me."
"Uh...eh? Guo, is that really the case?"
"Also, I'm sorry... I'm actually a boy."
"Uh-huh?"
Although he knew it was a bit rude, Shan Hai still couldn't hold it back and looked at him up and down repeatedly. Maybe it's because he hasn't grown up yet. It's really difficult to judge his true gender from his young face and tender voice.
"Hug, sorry."
"It's okay." He said calmly, "I'm used to it."
The atmosphere always felt more awkward.
Shan Hai got out of bed and sat at the table in the room with Mo Liang. Shan Hai glanced at him from time to time, but every time he found Mo Liang staring at him, his eyes never moved away. He didn't know what the little boy was thinking, but he was somewhat uncomfortable. They just sat across from each other,
"Taoist Master..." Mo Liang suddenly spoke.
"Huh? Listening."
"Do you want to eat pear cake?"
"Eh? Well, that's okay."
"I can probably do it at night."
"Thank you very much."
After a brief conversation, the two fell into silence again. Taking this opportunity, Shanhai quickly looked around the room. The space is actually very large, with tables, chairs, benches, wardrobes and beds. There is also a wall with a curtain hanging down, which must be the part that separates the kitchen. There are two beds here, the one he sleeps on is smaller, and the second bed is against the other wall, with bedding neatly stacked.
There is a box next to the wardrobe. Generally speaking, there will be some expensive clothes locked inside, or expensive rouge and gouache. But Shan Hai keenly felt that there was something very dangerous stored in the box. It exuded an ominous aura and was the most unusual place in the entire house. Although from the appearance, no difference can be seen.
There should be a bone sword there.
Seeing that his eyes lingered on it for a while, Mo Liang spoke again.
"Taoist Priest..."
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Are you also an Onmyoji? So is your apprentice?"
"Ah, I am an Onmyoji, but my apprentice is not. That girl is special... She is very smart and can learn everything quickly, but she will inherit the family business in the future."
"Why? Then why does she still want to be your teacher?"
"...It's a long story."
"Taoist Master."
"exist."
"Then can you break the curse?"
"Removing the curse...?"
As soon as Shan Hai asked a question, the door was suddenly pushed open. The first person to come in was not the sister Mo Liang mentioned, but a young man wearing a short cloak and a cape. Shan Hai immediately judged that he was not a human being. Not only the unmodified demonic aura, but also the short white hair, the rare green eyes of a foreigner, and the half of a bronze mask that was rusted to green and had complex patterns, all showed the man's unusual appearance. Identity comes.
Without waiting for Shan Hai to react, he suddenly threw something small and shiny. Shan Hai keenly reached out and caught it. When he took it into his hand and took a look, he realized that wasn't this his Eight Desolate Mirrors?
"Your mirror is broken." The man's voice was clear, "But I fixed it for you. No need to thank me."
"You, you are..."
Before Shan Hai could finish speaking, a woman came in right after him. She was wearing a white thin gauze skirt, spotless. After entering the house, she said angrily: "What if I break it again?"
"Don't panic, I'll make it up again."
If the Bahuang Mirror is cracked, it will become an ordinary mirror when the craftsman repairs it. But after Shanhai checked it, it seemed that it still had the ability to identify monsters. He knew that the man was not human - so he hesitated for a moment and tried to use the Bahuang Mirror to reflect him.
All he could see was a long, endless passage, like a swallowing hole with no end in sight.
"Master Lin, how do you use a mirror to look in the mirror?" The man smiled happily.
Shanhai didn't understand what he meant and was a little dazed. The woman raised her lips and her smile was a little too deliberate. Maybe she wasn't good at smiling, just like Mo Liang.
"Are you...Miss Chili?"
"Ah, did Xiao Liang tell you that? Yes, indeed. This is Xiao."
Shan Hai looked at him in disbelief.
"With all due respect, you are a fusangshen, right? In fact, you are..."
"Yun Waijing." He said simply, "That's what you call it, right?"
"Then we are now..."
"Yunwaijing."
