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"Mixiang...!"
Zhu Shi opened her eyes suddenly, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand upwards, trying to grab something, but she couldn't grasp it.
But when the blurred vision gradually came into focus, the dreamlike sea of wisteria flowers had disappeared.
Instead, there was the ceiling of her own mansion that she was all too familiar with.
She was slightly stunned, her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Lord Tamayo!" Yushiro, who was sitting next to him, heard Tamayo's voice. He quickly raised his head and looked at Tamayo worriedly:
"Are you okay? Just now..." Yushiro's voice paused, and he stared at Zhu Shi's face, dazed.
As if aware of Yushirou's gaze, Tamayo slowly turned her head.
She slowly raised her hand and touched her face.
It feels cold to the touch when you hold it in your hands.
Tears that had long since lost their temperature were flowing silently down her face.
Zhu Shi looked at the tears stained on her fingers. She felt a little sad. She slowly covered the left half of her face with her hand, feeling the tears constantly pouring out of her eyes.
After being lost in thought for a long while.
Creaking…
Zhu Shi slowly supported the edge of the bed and tried to sit up.
Upon seeing this, Yushiro quickly came to his senses. He leaned over and helped Zhu Shi sit up:
"…Please be careful with it."
"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Hearing this, Zhu Shi, who had been feeling a little melancholy since she opened her eyes, blinked slowly. She raised her head, as if she had come to her senses, and shook her head.
Then, Yushiro's purple vertical pupils looked at the table where Tamashi was working just now, with a solemn expression:
"Just now, I carefully inspected your workbench."
"I found that the guy's blood was slowly evaporating into the air."
Yushiro looked at Zhu Shi:
"I'm afraid you accidentally inhaled that guy's blood and fell into coma!"
——Is it because of the blue Hibiscus flower?
As he said that, Yushiro squinted his eyes with some vigilance.
Tamashi listened quietly to Yushiro's words.
she mused.
"...just now." Zhu Shi's eyes slowly focused on his workbench. The blood drops on the microscope had been collected by Yushiro.
"I met my daughter."
Zhu Shi lowered her misty lavender eyes, with a nostalgic tone in her voice, and said slowly:
"And my husband."
Hear the words.
Yushiro, who was thinking about it, raised his head in a daze.
Zhu Shi lowered her head and entangled her hands:
"...It's definitely not a dream."
After thinking carefully.
Zhu Shi concluded, her eyes gradually became firmer:
"That place is the other side."
After seeing her daughter, Jushi did not wake up immediately.
Her "body" continued to sink.
Until——she fell into a place that was quite dark compared to the sea of wisteria flowers just now.
Different from the blurry figures in the sea of wisteria flowers, the figures here are all very distorted.
And there are no exceptions.
——They are all evil ghosts with hideous faces and a slash mark on their necks.
When those ugly evil spirits turned around and looked at her with doubtful expressions.
Zhu Shi suddenly woke up.
-This is hell.
She has eaten people before, and she wants to come here to atone for her sins.
This was probably the reason why she couldn't stay with her daughter for a long time and why she was shackled.
"It's the one who escaped."
"Ah, she's finally dead."
"Did Lord Wuhan kill her?"
"There are no marks on the neck, it should be."
Conversations like this happen one after another in hell.
after that…
She seemed to just open her eyes and escape from hell.
Thinking about it, Zhu Shi raised his head and looked at the four syringes filled with Tanjuro's blood on his desk.
Stay alive…
She remembered the last words her daughter had said in her mind.
It made her feel extremely heavy inside as she had regretted killing her family members and massacring innocent people.
She should have died as a result.
The tragedy of family members' deaths kept recurring in front of them.
"No misfortune...!" Zhu Shi muttered through gritted teeth, frowning tightly, and the veins belonging to ghosts rarely appeared on her face.
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A few days later.
night.
Somewhere in the unknown woods.
The wet ground was a bit muddy, and in the dim environment, there was a line of deep footprints on the muddy ground.
Snap, snap.
The purple-black snake-patterned figure of Haori walked slowly in the woods.
He has a tall and straight body, and there are ferocious dark red markings on his left forehead.
The ferocious blade on his waist proves his identity as a swordsman.
"...Those who have exhausted their way will end up in the same place."
Hei Shimo muttered in a low voice. He raised his head and looked at everything around him.
The powerful perception brought by the transparent world allows him to observe everything around him and even faintly feel the "emotions" of other creatures.
Hei Shimo raised his finger, and a butterfly with blue wings fluttered down and rested steadily on his fingertip.
This was something he had done once when he was young.
Yuanyi…
Hei Shimo looked at the butterfly on his fingertips.
I can do it too.
He had been walking aimlessly like this for several days since the battle with Tanjuro.
He is thinking and feeling.
As a ghost, what is the meaning of his existence?
In the deep mountains where it was extremely quiet and undisturbed, Hei Shimo felt a completely different inner peace than before.
He walked slowly to the open space, raised his head, and looked at the moon peeking between the treetops with his six eyes.
Snap.
The dark sky slowly became dense with clouds, and the sparse moonlight leaked from between the treetops, and finally disappeared completely.
The damp and cold rain penetrated the clouds and dripped into Hei Shimo's raised eyes.
It's raining.
The rain in early spring is quite cold.
…
Wow——
Dense raindrops are connected into lines to form a rain curtain, and heavy rain washes the forest.
It rained heavily.
The oppressive atmosphere of darkness and dampness suddenly enveloped the entire mountain.
In the rain.
"Ho...ha!"
The figure of the man wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat was struggling to step on the muddy rocks washed away by the rain.
He stretched out his hand to hold on to the stone next to him, resisting the sudden rain that came with the strong wind, holding on to his bamboo hat, and walked carefully.
The wet smell of rain filled his nostrils. Even if he was wearing a raincoat, the man's clothes were already soaked.
"...Hurry up, you have to hurry up!" His teeth trembled from the cold, and he gritted his teeth. His dark red eyes scanned the surroundings through the dense rain curtain:
"Where…"
——He was looking for a herbal medicine.
It was a yellow flower called forsythia.
The wife at home was suffering from a high fever.
If we don't find the herbal medicine quickly and rush back, our lives may be in danger.
Thinking of this, the sense of urgency in the man's heart became stronger and his breathing gradually became faster.
finally.
When he raised his head to look for it, the man found it accurately.
——The cluster of yellow flowers growing on the side of the cliff, swaying in the strong wind and rain.
