On the lonely soul in the wilderness, a warrior wearing broken armor threw several dead heads around his waist in front of the grave, then used the skulls as cups and filled them with strong wine to worship.
"Mothers and little sisters, I have avenged your revenge. You have been waiting in Huangquan for a long time. I will go down to accompany you soon."
The Samurai Witch was drinking and crying.
Although the great revenge was avenged, she who committed the crime of massacre of the powerful no longer has a place to stay in Japan. But it’s okay to just go and reunite with her family. Anyway, there is nothing in this world that she misses. .
With this thought in mind, the samurai pulled out the broken sword from his waist and aimed it at his abdomen.
However, just when she gritted her teeth and prepared to commit seppuku, a cold light flashed and her broken knife was sent flying far away.
The samurai was alert and thought it was the hunting team of powerful people coming, but when she turned her head, what she saw was the sky full of evil spirit.
"If you don't know how to continue living, how about you give me your life?"
At the front of the huge demon team, the big demon wearing a somewhat funny clown mask sheathed his sword and stretched out his hand towards her, issuing an invitation.
The samurai looked at this strange clown with a lunatic look, but when she saw the clown pouring wine to pay homage to the lonely grave, her eyes softened slightly.
"I've offended a big shot, and you'll get into big trouble if you want me."
She said so.
"The last thing I'm afraid of is trouble. Anyway, no matter what trouble you have, it will definitely not be as big as mine."
The clown clasped his hands in front of the grave and bowed, then turned and left.
"You're already dead anyway, so what's there to be afraid of? If you want to come, then just follow."
With these words behind him, Hyakki's team moved on.
The samurai thought for a while in front of the grave, and finally picked up the broken sword and followed it.
In the dark ancient well, there was a wounded lone wolf girl silently licking her wounds. She held a broken bow in her hand.
"Damn, damn"
The girl suppressed her voice and roared unwillingly.
She had suffered so much over the years and thought she had finally gained strength, but why was it not enough in the end?
She is still too weak, too weak to do anything.
I thought I could finally get my revenge, but instead I was chased by those damn hawks and dogs without even seeing the face of my enemy.
There was a bone-chilling pain from the wounds on his body, but these physical pains were nothing compared to the inner pain.
The desperate and unwilling girl knelt on the ground and couldn't help crying. She clenched her fists hard, and she felt nothing even if the sharp claws pierced her palms.
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"Miss in the well, do you long for power?"
She shouted as a face wearing a clown mask poked out from the mouth of the dry well above.
"So what's the price of power?"
The lone wolf girl was originally very wary. She subconsciously wanted to escape, but a look from the other party stopped her from moving.
After realizing the gap between them, she was silent for a moment, and then asked in a hoarse voice.
"The price? The price is probably that you will never be able to be so incompetent and angry again."
The lone wolf girl was a little stunned when she heard this, but before she could react, a force gently pulled her up.
"Welcome to the Witch's House."
The team of monsters crossed the entire Heianjing. The team that originally only had six people quickly expanded to hundreds of people. It already had the momentum of a real Hundred Demons Night Parade, especially the monster energy that soared into the sky and could be seen from a long distance away. arrive.
Dorothy originally wanted to use the power of Ming Jing Shisui to cover up the traces of Hyakuki Yakou, but after this journey, her thoughts gradually changed.
It's like, it's really like it. It's obviously still inside the witch's world, and there's no foreign invasion this time, but why is this scene so similar to that of Witch Night?
In Witch Night, it was an invasion of angels and barbaric and ruthless foreigners, so forget it, but the witches on the Japanese island have the same origin, but why did it still become like this?
"Haha, because the only lesson humans learn from history is that they don't learn any lessons."
Above the head of the otaku witch, Senior Hat opened her eyes of stars. She looked at the team of hundreds of ghosts with some boredom, and then yawned.
"Xianbao, human nature is so despicable. It's okay when there are external enemies, but when there are no external enemies, they themselves are the enemy. Internal fighting is the eternal theme of human nature. They are so hopeless."
The fourth king, who had read too much history and was cursed by the knowledge of history and fell into madness, sneered. She was not surprised by this.
Well, anyway, after fifty years, she will go crazy and go on a killing spree.
The world is dirty and needs a new cleansing.
After hearing what her senior said, Dorothy also nodded.
But then she took a deep breath and made some kind of determination.
"In fact, this is not just a problem of human nature, but more essentially a conflict between classes."
She said so.
“In the primitive slave period, the contradiction between slaves and slave owners was the main class contradiction; in the feudal empire period, the contradiction between landlords and farmers was the main class contradiction.”
"Although the witch world is powerful, the conflict between lords and ordinary witches still exists. This can actually be regarded as a conflict between landlords and farmers. As long as class conflicts still exist, internal fighting is actually a Sooner or later."
Senior Sister Fanny: "."
She thought for a moment and felt that what Xibao said made sense.
"So how to resolve class conflicts?"
Hat-senpai asked.
However, the otaku witch helplessly spread her hands.
"Class conflicts, in the final analysis, are actually caused by opposing interests. Theoretically speaking, as long as everyone's interest demands are met, then there will be no class conflicts."
"Then what nonsense are you talking about? How can such a thing be possible? Only an omniscient and omnipotent god can probably do such a thing."
Senior Sister Fanny rolled her eyes speechlessly, and then complained like this.
Dorothy nodded too.
"Yes, only an omniscient and omnipotent god can do it."
She thought about her hometown in her previous life, and then raised her head.
"Perhaps Sophilia is right. If I keep hesitating and never take the first step, then it will be useless no matter how long I wait. Maybe I really should set off."
In her hometown, omniscient and omnipotent gods did not exist. It was a godless world, but it is different now. There are gods in this alien world, so what is there to be afraid of?
These are already open-book answers, so why are you being cowardly?
First, let’s set a small goal and create a god first.
Dorothy took off her hat and smiled.
Well, now that the three kings are stuck in the last step, if we say who has the most hope of becoming a god now, it is naturally the future fourth king. In just fifty years, she will definitely ascend to the throne of god.
However, there is something wrong with the future god's mind, and he doesn't know whether the one who takes over will be the wise king who saves the world or the evil god who destroys the world.
so.
"Senior, please look at me carefully."
So said Dorothy.
Senior Sister Fanny: "????"
Xibao, what do you mean by saying this all of a sudden?
The hat-senpai almost changed from a black hat to a red hat all of a sudden. Countless tentacles stretched out from under the brim of her hat and were waving randomly, feeling a little uneasy.
Isn’t this topic a bit too out-of-the-box? Didn’t we still have a serious discussion about human nature and class before? Why did you jump to this stage all of a sudden? No one was ready.
The future fourth king mustered up the courage to look at his master.
Although Dorothy wore that funny Ukiyo-e clown mask on her face, the mask was originally the transformation of her senior sister's clone. It could block other people's eyes, but it could not block her own eyes.
Hey hey hey. Xibao, my Xibao, so beautiful.
As a future god who will only become a god in fifty years, Asavani is now unable to resist the temptation of the true face of a god. If she looks at it for a long time, she will soon have a sign of illness.
Dorothy: "."
Emmm, I always felt that the senior sister must have misunderstood something.
She stretched out her finger and poked her senior sister's Yang Fangtong, which was about to turn into a heart-shaped pupil, and said so.
"Ah, my eyes."
Suddenly being blinded by someone, Senior Sister Fanny screamed.
Although a bunch of eyes sprouted from her tentacles in the next second, all of them looked at her Master with resentment.
Damn Xibao, still so incomprehensible.
"Senior sister, don't you want to be the ultimate winner fifty years from now?"
Dorothy ignored the embarrassing senior sister's stunt and said this.
"Forehead"
After hearing this, Asavani became a little more serious.
As the weakest of the three incarnations of the Pillars of God, she is in such a bad state mainly because she is hopeless.
Anyway, no matter whether the divine or demonic incarnation wins fifty years later, her incarnation representing self-awareness will be swallowed up by pollution and cease to exist in disguise.
But what does Xibao mean now?
Hat-senpai suddenly remembered the reason why she chose Qian Bao as her master.
Oh, I have been so happy recently eating melons and watching plays, that I almost forgot that I came to Qianbao just to save myself. My only chance of survival should have been with her.
At that moment, she put away her playful intentions and began to look at her Master seriously.
Seeing that this nonchalant senior finally became serious, Dorothy began to express her thoughts.
"Senior sister, in the final analysis, your madness is entirely due to your own self-abasement. From the bottom of your heart, you feel that human nature is inherently evil and that there is no cure for witches, so naturally your eyes are full of evil. In fact, you are trying to get rid of yourself. It’s just the tip of the horn.”
"Yeah, that's true."
Asavani nodded. She naturally knew her situation. As a flower of evil that grew out of the many evils in the witch world, she was born with the burden of countless resentments that destroyed the world, so her natural personality was somewhat Gloomy, thoughts tend to be negative.
But knowing the use of this is not something that can be easily changed by knowing the principles.
Psychiatrists understand psychology very well, but many psychiatrists themselves become mentally ill in the end.
"Then let us get out of the maze of thinking together, get out of the corner, senior sister, I will work hard to prove to you that there is definitely not only an evil side in human nature, there is also a good side, and I will build it with my own hands. A leader of all nations where all races coexist, let a guy like you witness that other possibility with your own eyes."
Dorothy said so seriously.
Asavani: "."
Senior Sister Hat was very moved when she saw such a serious Master, and then curled her lips slightly.
Tsk, talking and talking has no effect on her. Well, it would be nice if the madness caused by this curse of knowledge was really so easy to cure.
However, Xibao is so beautiful after all, so of course he should continue to look at her.
Anyway, she has been bound to Xibao for the past fifty years and cannot be separated. If she insists on seeing it for herself, then she should see it.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on."
The hat-senpai raised her tentacles very perfunctorily, swaying like this, as if I completely believe you, Xibao.
Dorothy: "."
The house witch was trembling with anger.
Senior sister, I’m really hurt when you do this. The courage and enthusiasm I just mustered up will be destroyed by you.
Fortunately, A Zhai's adaptability is strong. Anyway, she was not looked down upon by others in the past.
Hum, thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully a young girl into poverty, just wait, senior sister, in fifty years I will have you kneeling on the ground and shouting, "Thank you, grandpa, for saving my life."
Oh, speaking of this, it seems that my senior sister owes me a chance to pretend to be a cat lady and a maid.
The resentful otaku witch put the hat back on her head.
It’s useless to talk too much. If you have time to talk, it’s better to do more things.
Now that you have decided to start, there is no need to hesitate, just do it and be done.
She raised her head and looked forward.
Not far ahead, the outline of a tall mountain no shorter than Monster Mountain could already be seen.
That is Zenith Mountain, where Amaterasu Shrine is located.
That's also the end point of this Night Journey of One Hundred Ghosts.
"Are you born a saint?"
Dorothy remembered her identity, which she had learned not long ago.
If that is true, then it seems more reliable for her to become a saint herself than to hope that her senior sister will become a god.
"But it's not easy for the saints from the Eastern Universe to work in the Western Universe."
The otaku witch smiled and shook her head.
After running for hundreds of miles at Wangshan Mountain, the team of hundreds of ghosts finally arrived at the foot of Tianding Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain at this time, a group of witches wearing red and white witch uniforms seemed to have expected it and had been waiting at the long steps up the mountain.
Okay, she is a real miko.
Although she hasn't seen clearly what these witch ladies look like yet, just by seeing the red and white clothes, Dorothy's strike zone has already moved ahead of time.
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"Lord Clown?"
Suddenly there was an exclamation from the miko team.
Miss Ghostface was surprised.
(End of chapter)
