Volume 1 Huangquan December Chapter 102: Quiet Night with Sound
The night was so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed so noisy - even though it was only for one person.
His heartbeat was as chaotic as his breathing. This situation had been going on for many days, and he still couldn't calm down. Because it was the first time he killed someone - a lot of people. He didn't want to do it, but he couldn't bear it.
With the emotions collapsing like a fountain, an unknown force surged out from the bottom of his heart, taking his place and doing what he had only thought about for a moment. After doing it, there was no turning back.
He hid by a lake and wanted to wash away the blood on his body with water. Although he encountered many wells along the way, he did not dare to stay for a moment for fear of being discovered. The moonlight illuminated the lake, and the lake reflected
His face. It was only then that he discovered that his hair had turned completely white at some point. Perhaps he was too nervous during the escape and did not take a good rest, which is why it became like this. Fortunately, the thing he was most worried about - the thing that had been there
The wings that were definitely not human were spread out on the back, but they disappeared at some point.
At least this way, he doesn't have to worry about being too conspicuous and being arrested. Everything happened so suddenly that even he himself didn't know what he had experienced. Compared with the changes in his appearance, it felt like his heart was stabbed hard at that moment.
, is the most lasting pain.
But the clothes must be changed. The material is too good and it doesn’t look like something ordinary people should wear. Moreover, there is a very big hole in the back, which is too eye-catching and obviously cannot be worn normally. The movement restriction order in Cangyi City has been lifted.
, he was finally able to escape from the city. But he actually didn’t know where to go, maybe another city, maybe the prairie. He thought that the pair of cumbersome wings that had disappeared could allow him to fly over the city wall. In fact,
He didn't know how to use them at all - he just used them at that moment, when dozens of sharp arrow-like feathers shot out. But that didn't follow his real intention, he just lost control and didn't
I can't arrange this, which may be part of my own.
It’s already this time, there are still people there
He heard a man's voice, and his spirit instantly became tense. What he didn't know was that at this moment, inconspicuous and small white hairs appeared on his skin, just like that day.
He is a very demonic person. This is an ethereal female voice.
He saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking under a nearby tree. Under the moonlight, the woman's clothes were too dazzling - although they were not fancy, they were just monotonous pink and white and light brown, but the style was a bit complicated, and even
The cloak that reached his ankles was something he had only seen worn by the eldest lady of the Taki family. In comparison, the man's dark clothes seemed very ordinary.
The woman bent down and held her knees with her hands to look at him. Her head was covered with a bandana, probably made of silk. He could clearly detect that this woman also had a very strange aura - he couldn't tell what it was.
There was a faint fragrance, but it was neither fruity nor powdery. This was a smell he had never smelled before, and it could not be compared to anything. In addition, he could also feel that the woman's body was full of powerful power.
Power can be felt - if you are rich enough. Maybe this is spiritual power, he doesn't know. When he lived in the house before, he had almost never been exposed to this kind of thing. Occasionally, he could feel the power of plants and trees.
His weak breath was more obvious when Taoist priests came to the house to perform sacrifices. The man next to him also had it, but it was slightly thinner.
He didn't dare to speak, he just stared at the two of them closely.
Although it was washed off, there was a faint smell of blood on his body, and there was also a trace of blood on the fabric. Cheng You said, "You must have killed someone, right?" This smell lasted for at least three to five days. Could it be that you are the murderer of Taki's family?
?
When he said this, Cheng You did not show any emotion similar to fear. He had seen big scenes, and a mere killer was not worth mentioning. And this person did not feel fear or threat from Cheng You - I don't know why.
From a few years old, he has been able to keenly detect people's emotional changes. Usually, what this change brings is not a smell, but a feeling.
Two days ago, I heard the bees say that the woman said that they often visited the garden of Taki Mansion, and if no one took care of it for a few days, a lot of weeds would grow. They also said that the person who killed Taki Mansion was
The illegitimate son of Long Mansion is called Long Miao.
Hearing the woman's brisk words as if they were insignificant, Long Miao's whole body trembled, making the two of them clearly aware of his emotions. It was unmistakable, he was the one.
Are you from the government, he asked, or are you an Onmyoji?
None. But, what are you afraid of Onmyoji? Cheng You asked him.
Long Miao didn't say anything, but the woman said for him: This man is half a monster, which is a bit disgusting.
His heart felt like it was squeezed tightly by someone's hand, it was painful and numb, and he was speechless for a long time.
What should I do? Cheng You began to think about it. It is true that he can get a reward for turning you over to the government, but it is not necessary. Many onmyojis are also looking for you, right? There are also witch doctors. Half-demon is a very good material and should be compared.
It is worth more to the mediocre.
If you don't act condescending and grit your teeth, who will judge your qualifications?
Oh, he's very fierce. Miss Yu'e, is this kind of person useful to you, a monster?
It's a shame for monsters.
Yes, most human beings feel the same way and want to kill them quickly.
The illegitimate son named Long Miao, a half-demon, had a sullen face, clenched his hands, and asked coldly:
What do you think? If I kill one, I will kill two. With so many lives on my hands, why should I be afraid of you?
You can still bluff, I don't want to do anything, it will only waste time. This kind of unscrupulous guy will die soon if he is left to fend for himself anywhere.
Yue'e turned her face slightly and said something contemptuous in a relaxed manner. Her hair was a little curly, a special off-white color, and glowed under the moonlight. Only those living in the Western Regions have such hair.
.But Long Miao was definitely not in the mood to appreciate this inhuman beauty, not to mention he knew very well that this was a monster.
Cheng You smiled: Then let’s just pretend we’ve never met before.
After that, the two people actually left like this, leaving Longmiao alone by the lake and breaking out in a cold sweat. What they said was right. At that time, he didn't even know how he killed people, let alone how to make peace with them.
Take action. No matter what, he survived another night. He had to be more vigilant and find a way to escape from here.
As for what happened next, he no longer thought about it. Sometimes, just surviving was enough to make him try his best.
Obviously, the two people were far from worrying about this kind of problem. The two walked for a while at night, and Yu'e couldn't help but ask him:
Are the people we are looking for really on the same road?
Since you and I are looking for the ghosts of impermanence, they come and go without a trace. If we follow a certain path, one of them will always be found.
Why are you looking for Kisaragi-kun?
They did not mention this issue along the way. They just knew each other and who the other wanted to find. Cheng You seemed to have expected that she would ask this sooner or later, so he just smiled softly and said calmly:
Because I admire her, I want to learn from her.
Medicine? Or painting?
Of course it’s painting. I’ve always wanted to know why she stopped painting.
Didn’t it mean that the people killed by her paintings were actually poisoned?
Do you know about painting spirits? He suddenly said that human-like things, such as paintings and puppets, can produce spiritual energy. Fusangshen is also a polymer of spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy is not spontaneous, but captures the flow of spiritual energy around him over the years.
, condensed and formed. The same goes for paintings, except that humanoid things absorb spiritual power faster.
Are you saying that the things she painted in her paintings took away their vitality? Those medicines and poisons are all fake?
Directly inducing death with poison is too fast and direct, and will be easily detected. But if these herbs are mixed into the ink and slowly take away people's lives, the painting will absorb faster. But her drawing paper is also
Those who have been soaked in the potion can only enter and not get out of their spiritual energy. Even if all their souls are taken away, the people in the painting cannot turn into monsters and create mischief.
how do you know?
If I said I had such a painting, would you believe it? He laughed out loud.
not my business.
Miss Yu'e didn't ask, which made me very embarrassed. He patted the painting basket with his backhand. In order to find out her whereabouts, I replaced the painting. But I, after seeing this painting, I really asked the painter
I thought about it day and night, so I embarked on the path of painting, and I still wanted to see her. What about you? Why do you want to see Lord Kouzuki? Because he is the only monster in the six realms of impermanence?
Yue'e suddenly stopped, and Chengyou looked back at her. Under the moonlight, she looked up, her eyes blank, almost full of confusion. She raised her hand helplessly and looked at her pale palm.
But he didn't say a word.
What's wrong with the girl?
I have no idea.
What?
I haven't thought about it.
Could it be that you really have never thought about such a problem? Then what are you going to do with him? What are you going to say when you see him?
Yao'e sighed slightly, put down her hand, and lowered her head.
Maybe I have thought about it, but to no avail. I only know that I want to find him and see him again. You know, when I first saw him in Qinglize, I felt that he looked very familiar. In
We must have seen it in the longer past.
You are just talking like a storyteller. Could it be that there must be some cause and effect in the past life?
Don't know but maybe, it's possible.
Then you can just find Wu Chang and ask her about your past, and Chengyou will comfort her. It is said that Liang Yuejun has a Wangui Zhi, which records all the memories of monsters in their previous lives and subsequent lives. You can also ask.
Hmm. But if possible, I still want to meet him in person.