By the time he came to his senses, the woman had already fallen.
There was blood all over the floor, and he knelt down in a pool of blood, holding a slightly rusty knife in his hand. The blood penetrated the thin clothing and was still warm when it came into contact with the skin. This was not his blood, but that woman's.
Yes, the woman who fell to the ground.
The evidence that can determine that she is a woman is that the piece of dough lying on the ground is also soaked in blood. Where it should be originally is a piece of bloody flesh, and the meridians are cut in a messy way. The skin is unevenly thin and thick
, but it is finally complete.
At least for someone who is doing this for the first time, it's pretty good.
He didn't know why this happened. When he did this cruel thing, he had almost no thoughts of his own, as if he had been controlled by another person just now. After waking up, there was no fear. He just couldn't stop trembling——
Because of the trembling caused by excitement, his whole body was shaking, and he was worried that at least being caught by the officials was something worth worrying about.
His heart was beating wildly and his chest was heaving violently. He felt thirsty and suffocated, so he kept opening his mouth wide to swallow the bloody air. The breath of blood filled the alveoli, pushing this excitement higher.
"With that kind of knife, it's pretty good for a beginner."
Another man in red appeared here at some unknown time - in this dilapidated house. He raised a white and slender cigarette rod, and smoke curled up from his lips. He knew that the inexplicable metal sound was not
Belongs to him.
"She kept moving and I had to ask her to stop."
Somehow, he answered the words naturally, neither surprised by the appearance of this person nor alert to his identity. The man with black hair and red clothes raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the deep neck of the female corpse with some admiration.
The crack. That's where the blood is flowing.
"You are very qualified." He said slowly, "Change to a better knife, or order a special one. The more you practice, the better you can do."
He raised his eyes and looked at him, at that neutral and coquettish face.
"If you were a woman, I wouldn't mind if you were second but you're not even a human being."
"Huh? What prejudice do you have against men? Can't men be beautiful?"
"It's possible, but it's not enough. You have to be a woman fundamentally, from the beginning, to have that kind of femininity, that kind of beauty that cannot be expressed in words. You don't understand, you all don't understand, even if you are a monster, only I can understand,
Only I, who understand this kind of beauty, can appreciate and possess it.”
"What an arrogant guy." The man waved his cigarette rod, "But I don't hate it. But what about this face? Do you have the urge to try it?"
The cigarette rod was raised and lowered.
His pupils dilated a little in surprise.
The sound of metal came closer.
The barefoot boy stepped forward, but his feet were spotless. However, there was always the sound of metal dragging around him.
Blah blah, blah blah.
In the dark temple, the hard floor glowed with golden light, wisps and dots, which were sparks from the friction between chains and stone slabs.
He wakes up.
In front of the Buddha statue, he clasped his hands and knelt down devoutly. The sound behind him could not attract his attention. But there was still a weak girl lying next to him - another girl. She was shaking slightly and could not move because of pain. This situation
This scene is like a poor man praying in the temple late at night with his terminally ill lover.
If you ignore the man's expensive clothes.
If you ignore the blood on the man's palm.
If you ignore the woman's broken face.
The man wears a white mask with red patterns, like a wolf with the corners of his mouth permanently raised.
The entire ground was covered with deep red blood, and the woman's upper body and the man's clothes were soaked in blood. Everything seemed familiar. The barefoot boy stepped on the edge of the blood, raised his toes slightly, and pulled up a trace of sticky
red line.
"Hi." The boy shook his head.
"It's not you who is chasing me." The young man's voice came from under the mask. Although he could be identified as a man in his thirties, his voice had an unnatural hoarseness, as if his throat had been injured.
"That's right! I have nothing to do with you originally, but Brother Chang Ye likes to play hard to get, or in other words, he is looking forward to you doing mischief in the world! Oh, or is it just for fun? Maybe you two can get along well with each other."
"Where is Lord Xueyue?" The Laughing Wolf stood up, but did not look back, "Who are you?"
"Wow, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." The young man clasped his hands together and put them in front of his face, as if he was really sorry as he said, "This is Yayoi Yingzuki, Lord Yingzuki, who has come to replace Hong Xuan Nagaya's Six Paths Impermanence.
——Coming to catch you.”
The Laughing Wolf turned around. Through the light mask, you couldn't see the hidden expression underneath.
"You are as talkative as he is."
"Eh, is that so? Well, it's probably because he has nothing to say to people he doesn't like. By the way, which girl is this? Men's jealousy is just as scary."
"Nine hundred and seventy-four."
"It's amazing, I can remember it like this!" Yingyue Jun was quite surprised, "No wonder that adult cares about you so much. Ah, Brother Changye has been assigned to do other things. After all, that adult knows that he can't
If I deal with you well, I could have indulged you all the time, but I'm sorry, we can't let you kill the thousandth girl, that would be very troublesome. But are you really sure you didn't make a mistake in counting?"
"I remember every face of every person I killed."
"That's it. That's good. I can't count it over again. Only he knows." Yingyue Jun spread his hands helplessly, "You also know it, right? You are able to live vigorously until now because you were the last one.
Impermanence is releasing water."
"You don't need to tell me."
"You are really proud of your mistakes!"
"That's really not nice to say."
"Hahahaha, just kidding. Could you please stop? That way my work will be much easier."
The Laughing Wolf didn't speak. He leaned down again and pulled out a sharp dagger from the woman's face. The blood was almost gone. This action was useless and caused more ugly consequences.
"Oh, do you still want to fight me? It's not like I can't do it. Although I'm not as strong as Brother Changye, it doesn't look like it's going to be very difficult to deal with you."
When he said this, Yingyue Jun's expression was always as relaxed as his mood. Indeed, his outstanding onmyoji and unparalleled talent during his lifetime enabled him to possess extraordinary spiritual power, or demonic power at the moment. Not to mention binding
The advantage of using this immortal body against a mortal body is obvious.
"Hmph," the Laughing Wolf sneered. "My injury is all thanks to your senior. So what if he lets me go a hundred times, a thousand times?"
"But isn't there a saying that says, 'It's important for people to know themselves'? You can clearly realize that you are not strong enough, at least not enough to be an enemy of the six paths of impermanence. I don't think you are very cowardly."
"You too. It's just such a pity that you died at such a young age."
"Wow, thank you for speaking for me. I'm a little happy. You didn't look down on me just like everyone else just because I was a child - this kind of caution is good, please continue to maintain it." Yingyue Jun looked even happier.
He said, "I don't want to die so early. But there is no way. Now that it's like this, at least I have to help Brother Changye fulfill his little wish. Do you want to listen to it?"
"I'm not interested. But what a surprise. As the dead, do you still have any pursuits?"
"Of course!" Mr. Yingyue's eyes widened, and the two crescent moons were particularly eye-catching in the darkness. "Some people want to get rid of endless work, some want to realize their lifetime wishes, and some want to die. People are just envious of each other when they are alive, and
They are disgusting to each other."
"That's the thing. You look very small, but you live a very thorough life."
"I'll be embarrassed if you praise me like that - but even if you say so, I can't let you go. An order is an order, and I didn't want to. Although that adult knew that Lord Kuchtsuki wouldn't do things well, he didn't notice.
Don’t I want to come out? I don’t want to do anything.”
After all, he is a child, and it is easy for his emotions to be written on his face and his thoughts to be expressed in his actions. Yingyue Jun clenched her small fists, her eyes full of undisguised hatred.
Hatred of everything in the world.
"I know you won't let me go. However, the number of people who can attract the attention of Yama Demon is actually a thousand."
"No, no, no, you're wrong. In fact, it varies from person to person. But I don't know the details. It's whatever adults say it is. But in fact, the fewer people you kill, the more people notice it.
The most dangerous."
"I should thank you for your noble hand."
The woman's body gradually stiffened. The Laughing Wolf wiped the knife on her clothes and put it away. It was a bit curved, and it was also slightly curved. It had been maintained very new.
He passed by Mr. Yingyue.
"You're welcome! I'm very happy today, so I'll let you go."
"I also want to thank you for being willing to talk to me so much. It's been a long time since anyone has had a good chat with me."
"Because dead people can't talk!"
The Laughing Wolf did not look back, his figure melted into the wider darkness on the other side.
He put his hand on his mask, as if he wanted to take it off - but he only moved his fingers slightly. The blood on his fingertips had already solidified, leaving a few faint red powders on the white part of the mask.
Under the mask is the "price" given by someone, and it is also the price as an "exchange".
——This is the second "practice".
All the beauty in the world is worth taking away.
If you don't do this, beauty will lose its value of existence.
Beauty needs ugliness to set off.
Ugliness is bound to exist.
It must also exist.
The rewards of good and evil follow each other like a shadow, and the cause and effect of the three lives will not be lost in the cycle.
But he is not afraid of retribution.
But to this day, he still doesn't know whether he had received the order to capture him when Lord Xueyue came to his door. Demon Yama has insight into the past and present, and he doesn't know when he really noticed him.
For that impermanence, although he was also the object of pleasure, he dared to make him peel off a layer of skin without changing his expression.
Although it was long after that, on the day when Hongxuan Changye turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, he had used the karmic fire of punishment to take back the price from himself. The "fire of karma" made his handsome face chapped and broken.
, bloomed into today's ravines and riddled with holes. And the hundreds of beautiful faces he collected were also burned by angry people.
