How to describe the circumstances of Kisaragi-kun's death, even she herself couldn't say.
"When people see their own death, they feel very strange." She said, "Although people can often see their own appearance in wells, lakes, and mirrors, death will make you feel strange. At that moment, it seems like you don’t recognize yourself. Whether it’s hanging or being stabbed, no matter how intact the body is, even if it just looks like it’s asleep... you will feel that it’s not you who is lying there.”
"Uh..." Jun Aoyan's face twisted together, "Is this what you think?"
"It's not just me. In all the deaths that I've had the pleasure of witnessing after becoming the Six Paths Impermanence... the vast majority of people think so. They'll say, 'Ah, is this me after death? It doesn't look right. , I don’t even recognize me, but it looks like the one I see every day. It’s really strange. Can you understand this feeling?’ The more I heard it, the more I would just respond lightly, Of course I know, and you are not the only one to say this. Then they will realize that this is too strange, how can people see their own bodies when they are dead? Maybe it is because the soul is floating outside, and people feel as if they are standing there It’s like being next to me, that’s why I feel strange…”
Liu Shenghan talked more. The longer they get along, the more they talk to each other about everything. Perhaps there is no such thing as introversion or extroversion in this world, it just depends on whether you are facing someone you want to talk to.
"So how did you die?" Bai Ya sat cross-legged on the side. He didn't seem to be very interested in the issue itself, but he just mentioned it coldly before, so he continued talking.
"Hmm...why do you think I came to a place like this?"
"Isn't it to break the barrier?" Bai Ya's tone was matter-of-fact, "Otherwise, why did you come with Aoyan's father?"
"I did come as a military doctor at that time. I deliberately fought for that opportunity." Liu Shenghan glanced at Aoyan, "By the way, tell me, did your father ever tell you about me?" What?"
Jun Aoyan looked a little embarrassed: "Well, I did say it, but because the evaluation is so ordinary, I don't bother to tell you. Are you sure you want to listen? It's really not interesting."
"I can probably guess it." Liu Shenghan smiled slightly, "The general would probably say: 'That is a woman who looks a little gloomy. If you don't talk to her, you won't pay attention to her even if you stay in the same room all day. You. But if you chat with her for a few words, you will find that she is not that boring.'"
"That's really the case." Aoyan was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Shenghan could guess so accurately. It seems that she really knows Jun Luanjiu very well. "He also said that after getting familiar with you, you will find that you are a knowledgeable and knowledgeable person." He also said: 'If she suddenly takes the initiative to chat with you, I'm afraid nothing good will happen.'"
"puff."
Bai Ya usually won't laugh no matter how funny the joke is, unless he can't help it.
Liu Shenghan didn't care, and she continued: "You're right...after all, I have no interest in healthy living people. Either I can see what's wrong with you at a glance, without even checking your pulse; or, It’s me who needs a little help.”
"A little favor." Bai Ya emphasized these two words. Liu Shenghan shrugged indifferently.
Jun Aoyan poked him with her elbow and continued: "But my dad said that you are really a good person."
"A good person?" She raised her eyebrows, "He said that? It seems that we still... don't understand each other well enough."
"Do you think you are a villain?"
Bai Ya looked like he had seen a ghost: "Isn't it?"
"I am a pharmacist, hanging a pot to save the world; I am a painter, sketching shapes; I am a poison master..."
I'm a poisoner.
Three identities condensed in one person are not one
Contradictory things. On the contrary, proper compatibility in some aspects will give rise to a strange harmony.
Her death was like this too.
Just like a painting, no one can depict such a work in reality. However, the mainstream painters, both landscape and beauty painters, all focus on realism. The painting presented by her death is definitely not that realistic, and no one can restore the second one - it's like knocking over the painter's paint box. No matter how many times you repeat it and how much paint you waste, you will never be able to produce such a unique, beautifully grotesque work.
What does death bring to mind?
Ugliness, darkness, fear, anything negative like that? If so, then Ruyue-kun's death must have been a completely different manifestation, and what's more, it nourished the vitality of "life".
Her corpse was... gorgeous and colorful.
But it's just as terrifying, more so than anything else.
Who died like that? The completely opposite and contradictory impact is breathtaking. Everyone who saw her remains sighed in surprise and stepped back, vowing that they would never see such a thing again in this life, and they would never look like that again after death.
Yes, beauty can also make people fearful.
Full of beautiful flowers.
Her mouth was filled with beautiful petals, all alive, no two flowers were even the same. Each flower is not what people have seen or is familiar with. At most, they are similar to some flowers they have seen throughout their lives. The blue flower in the eye socket seems to be growing on a vine. The flower is small and the branches are weak; the blue flower spreads out from the ear, as if growing among thorns, and its trunk is strong and powerful; drilled out from between the nails The young buds show a slightly yellowish green that is unique to the young leaves on the trunk. There are even several flowers with different appearances that are also green, in different shades.
The branches and leaves wrapped around the blooming flowers are piled under the flowers in different shapes, covering the top of the body. One can only tell from its shape that this strange landscape is a human silhouette. As for how to determine that it is a person, and not a simple human form... it can be judged from the long, supple hair that cannot be corroded.
How can plants grow hair?
She is full of life.
Everyone stopped and stared for a long time, and then... their expressions suddenly changed.
The most realistic feeling of a corpse is when someone else cleans up this indescribable mass. People tried to lift it up, but the parts they held were completely scattered, along with roots as fine as human meridians. They were bloody, bright and dazzling, but exuded an indescribable stench. It was not the simple smell of corpses, but a unique and disgusting pungent smell brewed through the decomposition and fermentation of plants.
Although the two listeners had lost their appetites, Liu Shenghan continued to talk in an interesting manner. It was rare to see her so happy.
...for his own death.
After saying that, she showed a somewhat regretful expression: "I thought I could really 'turn into spring mud to protect the flowers,' but who knew that I would be even more tortured now than in the next life."
"I heard that the painter, that is, you, tried poison and died?" Jun Aoyan said carefully, for fear that he would say the wrong thing and ruin Shenghan's rare good mood.
"It's indeed a rumor." She shrugged nonchalantly, "I died of homicide."
"who is it?"
"I don't know." She said lightly, "So I came here just to look for clues... Some of those flowers are species that only bloom here. I have already seen many of them. But, this doesn't mean anything to me. Not much help.”
"Who dares to kill you?"
Liu Shenghan laughed loudly, his voice as soft as a distant wind chime.
"Don't forget, I am also...a killer, an assassin. When I was alive, I had many lives in my hands. Isn't it normal for people who kill to be hated and wanted to be killed?"
Bai Ya then said: "I thought you didn't care who the murderer was."
"I really don't care," she said. "Who killed me and who hired him means nothing to me. The only value is if he can tell me how he killed me." I am willing to inquire about it. But after so many years, that person has long been dead, so I can only find it on my own. In the hundreds of years in my homeland, I really found nothing."
"Maybe he's a southerner. He's a local killer here, hired." Bai Ya guessed.
"Who knows." She still didn't care - she only cared about the murderer's methods.
Jun Aoyan asked curiously: "Have you discovered anything since you have been here for so many years? Is it possible that... it has anything to do with those gods?"
"It's a small discovery, but it's pitiful. As for the gods, it's not like I haven't thought about it. Well, I'm helping you walk this path... By the way, I'm looking for some clues of my own."
Bai Ya really wanted to ask her what was convenient, but it was not difficult to imagine that even asking would be in vain. This woman is very good at Tai Chi, so she must not be able to speak well. So, Bai Ya asked another question that concerned him.
"Then why did you become the Six Paths Impermanence?"
"I had no choice."
"No choice?"
"Yes……"
Those strange flowers use their own aura to weave a unique, larger and more complete vitality. This kind of power clung to Lord Ruyue's soul, making it impossible for her to leave her festering body that was on the verge of melting. She is said to be dead, but she is still alive; she is said to be alive, but she is indeed dead.
Her life transformed into another form, making it impossible for her to reincarnate. In other words, she became an earthbound spirit who could not leave her body. She could even clearly feel the remaining pain and itch in her body, and the power of the roots of those flowers sprouting under the skin, stretching in the blood vessels, and spreading in the bone marrow. Whether they took root and nourished themselves in the decaying body, or whether it was the flesh and blood itself that transformed into them... She still doesn't know.
The soul that cannot be dissipated will slowly settle and accumulate the resentment during its lifetime. Even small things as big as a pinhead will turn into terrible and lingering resentment. This kind of persistence is extremely terrifying, and it breeds countless resentful spirits, and many people lose their lives. I'm afraid that if I keep being left out there, I will end up like that sooner or later... It's really shameful to think about it.
The Lord of Naraku, Yama Demon, saw this possibility.
For someone like Kisaragi-kun, the adult said, she would either become a rare ghost who is peaceful and indifferent to everything. If he is boring to others, he is also boring to himself. After all, he is the type that even Onmyoji wouldn't bother to take a look at. Or it will turn into a rare and extremely vicious ghost, which will not only hurt people's lives, but also cast a curse that will cause harm for thousands of years.
Kisaragi-kun is probably the latter. The earthbound spirit cannot leave the place where it died. Even if the body is moved away or turned into dust, the soul cannot be transcended. If you don't have anything to do, you will be bored, and boredom is a terrible weapon. It will definitely turn people into monsters that they don't even recognize.
"Why don't you find something to do - let me untie you." Liu Shenghan said, "The adult said this to me, so I agreed for the time being."
As soon as the words fell, the other two people didn't know how to react or reply, but suddenly they heard other sounds. It was not the sound of bees or birds or animals, but the sound of human footsteps.
Someone is coming... You have to hide first, and then try to see clearly and figure it out.
