Although She Zishu told Chenxing that Yingyue Jun should be active in the Central Plains now, she seemed to be in no hurry to find her. After Chenxing met the mysterious guest, she changed her mind.
"Have you met Lord Maoyue?" Chenxing confirmed to Linghua again and again.
"Yes, I have seen it." Ling Huan said affirmatively, "She was wearing warm-colored clothes, and her skirt was printed with large flowers. She had gentle eyebrows and was always polite to others. If you meet her, you don't have to You can tell when she introduces herself.”
She is such an amiable person, Ling Huan is no exaggeration at all. But Chenxing wasn't too sure. Even after living for such a long time, it is still difficult to really meet a specific person if you don't focus on meeting that person. Most of the time, even if we are in the same place, we just pass each other.
She Zishu never cared about her decision, but according to the normal process of communicating with people, she still asked:
"Why are you looking for Utsuki-kun?"
"It is difficult to judge between good and evil in Yingyue Jun's position, and Yama Demon has not given an answer. Only by directly asking Mao Yue Jun can we find out what happened at that time." Chenxing finally looked sideways at Zishu, "I don't fully trust him yet. you."
"I know." Zishu's attitude was lukewarm, "I just followed Guixiangu's guidance, made some trustworthy friends, and learned how to be an ordinary person."
After saying that, she looked at the sisters of the Ye family. The position of the two of them is a bit awkward, after all, the person caught in the middle is always unhappy on both ends. Who would have thought that it would take less than a year for the daughter of a wealthy family to fall to this level. However, to a certain extent, they are already lucky.
It is not easy to meet Utsuki-kun. In many places, shrines have been built to worship different gods. They are similar to temples, but have slightly different architectural styles and worship forms. It is said that in an era that was extremely far away from now, when even the Six Paths of Impermanence had not appeared, the people of the East learned the culture of the ancestral temple here and brought it to their hometown. The Eastern Kingdom is closer to here than the Southern Kingdom, and the exchanges are more frequent. The shrine culture with slight adjustments and changes was passed over.
Most shrines with red torii gates can be contacted by Uzuki-kun. She was also a shrine maiden at the time, and even now, people still believe that she can convey prayers to the gods. But as for how Mr. Uoyue saw the urgent news from the many prayers... It's hard to say. It's better not to have too much hope. Maybe it would be faster to find him directly.
"She also has a friend... It should be a friend, right? It seems to be an egret monster." Ling Huan continued.
"Not a shikigami?" Chenxing asked.
"No, isn't it? I don't think so." Ling Huan's eyes rolled around, thinking constantly. She recalled for a while and said: "Because...some people often think that my friend Xie Zhe has a fox shikigami. But in fact, they are friends. Based on experience, I judge that their feeling of getting along is more like...friends, right?" Or superiors and subordinates, etc..."
"Oh, it shouldn't be a shikigami." Chen Xing said, "I remembered... there is such a person. But he is a half-demon, and a half-demon cannot become a shikigami-unless a person deliberately does it."
"You mean... like Wuyong's side..."
"You should feel it deeply."
"At least the ones I've seen are not even half-demon." She said, shaking her head.
She Zishu asked Ling Quan: "Can humans and monsters live together peacefully like this?"
Ling Huan was in trouble: "I think it depends on the situation... Think about it, aren't evil angels all bad monsters? Taking the simplest way to judge, maybe... good monsters can live in peace with people. , Bad monsters can’t do it, right? Of course, the so-called good and bad are still decided by humans, although it’s a bit unfair to say so.”
"Is the relationship between a shikigami more like a friend or a slave relationship?"
"In my eyes, it should be closer to friends, but there must be many people who choose the latter. For example... you know."
Ling Huan smiled bitterly and started gesticulating. On her hands, those dense needle holes have not completely faded away. It stands to reason that her right arm recovered very quickly. Maybe Wuyongshi also used unusual needles.
"You just said that your two friends are always mistaken for each other."
"Actually, it is a rare case," Ling Huan explained, "because...because most of the time, the human Onmyoji is always ignored by everyone."
"Why?"
"It's a long story...it seems to be because when his mother was pregnant with him, she drank the talisman water to hide her from sight."
Chenxing glanced at Ling Huan and said lightly: "Then he is really lucky."
"This...how do you say this?"
"Many talisman waters have an impact on pregnant people. Although it may not directly affect them themselves, they will have some strange side effects on their offspring. Just because it is easy to be ignored is a good thing. Many people will suffer from physical problems. Deformed, mentally disabled, surly temperament and other consequences. Even if the problem is not visible to the naked eye, their concepts will be different from normal people. Generally speaking, many onmyojis will jokingly call this situation... taking the wrong medicine ”
"No, it can't be right?" Ling Huan was a little nervous, "A Zhe is still very normal... and he is much more upright than ordinary people."
"I hope so. Anyway, many people now suspect that Wu Wonglan took the wrong medicine when she was pregnant with him."
Funny, but not that funny.
If it were placed on others and it would never affect them, most people would laugh out loud. Neither Ling Huan nor her sister are people who take things lightly when watching the excitement, and the suffering of others is not something anyone can use to ridicule. What's more, she had been influenced by Xie Zhe, and she also believed that everyone's destiny was closely related. If you don't speak out for this disaster, the blade of punishment will fall on your head the next moment. Until then, who else can speak out for themselves?
In order to find traces of Mao Yuejun, Chenxing spent a lot of time on the black market. She finally found out that there was a village outside the hill where Utsuki-kun was involved in the accident, and one of her companions was seriously injured there. The village was said to be occupied by an evil angel, and another evil angel appeared on Uoyuki-kun's side. Although no one witnessed it, rumors said that Lord Yingyue was colluding with this evil envoy.
"This village seems to be not far from us..."
Ling Huan looked at the newly drawn map next to Chen Xing, but he really didn't understand it. The original map was very old and would break when pinched, because no one would go there at all, and the locals were very familiar with the route. This relatively neat map was still drawn by soldiers during the war. The man asked for a very high price. Chenxing glanced at it and left, ignoring him yelling from behind that there was room for a counteroffer. Now this new map was drawn by herself from memory. The lines are exactly the same, but there are many marks that only she can understand. In the eyes of people who don't understand, it may look like a work that was half-written and forgotten.
"Do you want to go directly to the village?"
"There aren't any shrines nearby, but that's the closest." Chenxing folded up the map, "Maybe the half-demon's clues can be left there. If you follow him, you should be able to find Uzuki-kun."
It's really hard to find someone, Ling Huan already knows that. The contact process alone has already wasted too much time. And those troubling things happen one after another, never waiting for anyone.
It has been three days since I walked from here to that small village. Chenxing said that there was originally a spiritual vein that could go directly through, but since the spiritual field at the other end was already very chaotic, it was considered useless and could only walk.
Along the way, Lingyu told Chenxing that the places that are prone to disaster are often those nameless villages. She talked about the deserted village she went to with Xie Zhe and the others, where the Evil Angel of Killing once lived. Chenxing also talked about the village in the woods where he met Yin Quan, but it had been abandoned for a long time. It was later used as one of the warehouses in the Death Shadow Pavilion to store doll embryos.
Yin Huan was actually a little surprised. She instinctively felt that Chenxing was not a talkative person, but she didn't expect that Ling Huan seemed to have no obstacles in communicating with her. She is always so magical and can easily become friends with anyone. If her voice has been the same as that of Ling Huan since she was born, will she be able to make friends like this without any worries now?
That's all, there's no use thinking about that.
Chenxing has obtained a lot of information, which for various reasons has not yet been fully disclosed to the world. Many small villages and towns have disappeared one after another - yes, that's right, disappeared. They are gradually dying, but the process is so fast that it seems to happen instantly, maybe because no one has ever noticed it. When they notice, there are only dead branches and leaves left on the ground.
It is no surprise that these are all done by evil messengers, but the Yin and Yang Lao of the imperial court have not yet paid attention to these issues. It is better to say that the news cannot be passed through the layers of hands, so many local officials will not pay attention to it. Those places are sparsely populated, and it would even be beneficial to ignore them when settling accounts. If the places that do not want to be renovated and are inconvenient to renovate simply disappear, then there will be no problems to deal with, wouldn't everyone be happy?
There are too many human beings, and even if all the isolated villages and towns disappear, it seems that there will be no impact.
However, no one seems to have ever thought that one bite cannot make you fat. Although those terrible evil forces are now entrenched in every obscure and dark corner, when they are exposed in broad daylight, who can quickly make adequate preparations, and who can consolidate their strength to match them? Again, the spearhead is never pointed at one place - it can chop. If we didn’t cut it on the table today, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?
Although Chenxing admits that she doesn't care about the survival of mankind, she knows that she still belongs to all living beings. No matter what, she still cares about her own life and death. Hundreds of years have also made her more sensitive to wind sounds than anyone else.
When the four people appeared in front of the village on the map, it was indeed an empty shell.
Dead, but not dead.
