It's a bit like Snow Inkstone Valley, where thick snow seems to have settled everywhere. But compared to snow, it is shallower and lighter, and it spreads leisurely on the entire vast road.
In addition to the white ground, the grass all over the mountains and plains is also green and white. The branches are black, but the flowers on the branches are white. The stream is crystal clear, with gray undulating rocks at the bottom. The sky is white, and the clouds are white.
, but the clouds are whiter, making the sky slightly blue.
This world has no color and no temperature.
The small house she lives in is covered with gray and black tiles, and the wall under the tiles is painted pure white without any marks. There are two people in the yard, she is standing and the other is sitting. The marble stool is still surrounded by stone
There was a hand-made table on which lay a horn comb and a length of rope for tying hair.
She is cutting the hair of the person sitting there. He is a twelve-year-old child, but his hair is as clean and white as snow, thick and thick. The hair is slightly curly and will become longer when straightened. It is usually tied high.
, only two strands of hair hang down on the chest and are tied up, and they grow slower. But when the hair seems to reach almost the ankles, it proves that it should be cut short, otherwise it will definitely get stuck on the feet.
Every seven days, she would help her cut her hair. Whether she cut her hair into a short boy-like length or only cut it to her ankles, it would always be the same length after seven days. She had teased her before, saying that her hair was like bamboo shoots.
Yes, it's just that the owner of the hair is never arrogant. The owner of the hair is not angry, and has no expression. He just tilts his head and has something in mind.
"You said, it would be great if the sword could be cut short like my hair."
"...Why do you say that suddenly?"
She arranged the cut hair and piled it on the table, then went to get a comb and a hairband. Her fingers and horns were combed through the smooth hair, making it as smooth and light as satin.
"I just suddenly wanted to say this..." This was a somewhat hollow child's voice, "My hair knows when it will be cut off, but I don't know when it will die."
"Really? Do they know?"
She smiled tiredly, but she was used to it. After tying her hair, she patted the child's shoulder to indicate that he could stand up. Neither of them spoke anymore. After a short silence, she continued:
"Let's burn it later." She pushed her hair that was about to slide off the table, "Xiao will find a way. We will all find a way."
The child nodded obediently. As for what she was thinking, it was probably another matter. She didn't expect the child to completely trust them, and it was best not to - so that when they were powerless, everyone would not be too sad. But as a word of comfort,
No one will hate listening to it, it doesn’t cost anything, it just requires some thought.
She added: "I'm going to look for him. After so long, there is no news about that guy. If you want to rest, just sit here, or you can go back to the house and take a look."
"Um."
The child watched her leave. She walked out of the low fence and walked along the path at the door. The light white gauze dress fluttered with her steps, like a white butterfly in midsummer. But it was winter now, but it was not here.
It's just cold, she's not cold either.
The breeze came slowly, taking away a few white strands. The child looked at the hair on the table, gathered it into his hand, took the comb in the other hand, and went back to the house. There were no windows in the house, no lights, and it was dark.
It was painted. The child put down the things in his hands, and then opened the visor in front of the window. There was a window at the end of the bed. The child climbed up to the bed, reached out and took off the wooden board, and then pushed it open.
Another gust of breeze, mixed with the faint fragrance of some flowers, rushed in along with the light.
The person on the bed moved, and the child turned his head to look closer.
"...Aluan?"
As soon as Shan Hai opened his eyes, he saw a child's face, which was almost as close as his own. As soon as he woke up, he was startled and almost bumped into each other.
This scene is really familiar.
But that was not Aluan, he recognized it at a glance. They looked completely different and their clothes were different. The younger child in front of him wore a long coat with wide cuffs and pleated hem, which was very fluffy. The dark red bouquet was
The belt tightens her slender waist, and the warm gray coat is lined with white and sewn with black buttons. The child is much more elegantly dressed than Aluan, but she also has to dress more cumbersome and cumbersome when she is at home.
.
"I'm sorry, girl, please..."
Shan Hai swallowed. He had so many questions at once that he didn't know which one to start with. The little girl looked at him with her big gray eyes behind her hands. Her eyelashes were so long that they almost poked her when she got too close.
The face of mountains and seas.
"Xiao brought you back. You fainted. We rescued you."
She summed up the whole thing in three sentences in an understatement. Shan Hai was speechless for a moment and closed his mouth. Well, at least one problem was solved.
"Well, I can't thank you enough... I'm Rin Shanhai. May I ask what your name is? Also, who is Akatsuki's friend?"
"I'm Mo Liang...Xiao is Xiao. And my sister, you can call her Chili."
The little girl's language was a bit fragmented, but it did not affect understanding. Shan Hai thought for a while and then asked tentatively:
"Ah, then, have you...have you seen my apprentice? She is a girl, a little taller than you, carrying a medicine box..."
"you alone."
"Only me?"
"You alone."
Shanhai let out a long breath, whether it was anxiety or relief. He suddenly fell on the bed again, feeling indescribably tired all over his body. He looked above at this small room, even the ceiling was painted white.
After a long time, he said quietly:
"Am I dead?"
"...You live."
"Really?" He propped himself up slightly, "I heard that the heaven is so clean, and everything is as white as clouds."
"How rude."
"I'm sorry...I mean, it's clean and beautiful here. And--and I don't deserve to be alive."
"You are alive." The little girl said seriously, "Don't seek death next time."
"No, I didn't. I just...well, okay, you're right."
Shan Hai forced a smile to show politeness, but Mo Liang bluntly said, "It's so ugly."
The atmosphere was a little awkward. After a while, Shan Hai still couldn't hold it back and asked more questions.
"Miss Chili is again..."
"It's my sister. She lived alone at first, and then I came."
"Little girl..." Shan Hai tried to say something, "Forgive me, but... I feel that you have a strange evil spirit about you. Not only that, the whole house looks as clean as new, but the aura is very messy."
Mo Liang's eyes widened slightly. Then, she thought about it and replied:
"That's true. But I'm a real human being... I'm sorry, can you say your name again?"
"Ah, Lin Shanhai."
Mo Liang tilted her head slightly, looking like she was deep in thought. Then she shook her head.
"I have no impression of this name, I'm sorry."
"I'm just a junior in the world, and I really don't have a good reputation. Your surname is Mo... I remember that the Mo family is also an onmyoji, and generations of them have been slaying demons. Seeing that you have a bit of evil spirit in your body, maybe you are also a child of their Mo family.
?”
Mo Liang stared at him blankly.
"You know me?"
"I know about the Mo family. But in recent years, they seem to have disappeared from the world. I have been watching, so I don't know very well."
"Is it like this?"
"Yes. I also heard that they have an ancestral bone sword that was forged from the corpse of Garuda."
"Hmm. If I'm right, that should be the evil spirit in me."
"Uh...eh? Guo, is that really the case?"
"Also, I'm sorry... I'm actually a boy."
"Uh-huh?"
Although he knew it was a bit rude, Shan Hai still couldn't help it and looked him up and down repeatedly. Perhaps he hadn't grown up yet, and it was indeed difficult to judge his true gender from that young face and tender voice.
"Hug, sorry."
"It's okay." He said calmly, "I'm used to it."
I always feel that the atmosphere is more awkward.
Shan Hai got out of bed and sat at the table in the room with Mo Liang. Shan Hai glanced at him from time to time, but every time he found Mo Liang staring at him and never looked away. He didn't know what was going on in this little boy's heart.
What are you thinking, but I feel a little uncomfortable. They just sat across from each other,
"Taoist Master..." Mo Liang suddenly spoke.
"Huh? Listening."
"Do you want to eat pear cake?"
"Eh? Well, that's okay."
"I can probably do it at night."
"Thank you very much."
After a short conversation, the two fell into silence again. Taking this opportunity, Shanhai quickly looked around the room. The space was actually very large, with tables, chairs, benches, wardrobes and beds all available. There was also a wall with a curtain hanging down, which must have been the partition.
Go out to the kitchen. There are two beds here, the one he sleeps on is smaller, and the second bed is against the other wall, with bedding neatly stacked.
There is a box next to the wardrobe. Generally speaking, some expensive clothes or expensive rouge and gouache are locked in it. But Shan Hai keenly felt that there was a very dangerous thing stored in the box. It exuded an ominous atmosphere.
The smell is the most unusual thing in the whole house. Although from the appearance, there is no difference.
There should be a bone sword there.
Seeing that his eyes lingered on it for a while, Mo Liang spoke again.
"Taoist Priest..."
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Are you also an Onmyoji? So is your apprentice?"
"Ah, I am an Onmyoji, but my apprentice is not. That girl is special... She is very smart and can learn everything quickly, but she will inherit the family business in the future."
"Why? Then why does she still want to be your teacher?"
"...It's a long story."
"Taoist Master."
"exist."
"Then can you break the curse?"
"Removing the curse...?"
As soon as Shan Hai asked in reply, the door was suddenly pushed open. The first person who came in was not the sister Mo Liang mentioned, but a young man wearing a short cloak and a cape. Shan Hai immediately judged that he was not a human being. Not only
The unmodified demonic aura, the short white hair, the rare green eyes of a foreigner, and the half of a bronze mask that was rusted to green and with complex patterns all showed the man's unusual identity.
.
Without waiting for Shan Hai to react, he suddenly threw something small and luminous. Shan Hai keenly stretched out his hand to catch it. When he took it into his hand, he realized that this was his Eight Desolate Mirror, wasn't it?
"Your mirror is broken." The man's voice was clear, "But I fixed it for you. No need to thank me."
"You, you are..."
Before Shan Hai could finish speaking, a woman came in right after him. She was wearing a white thin gauze skirt, spotless. After entering the house, she said angrily: "What if I break it again?"
"Don't panic, I'll make it up again."
If the Bahuang Mirror is cracked, it will become an ordinary mirror when the craftsman repairs it. But after Shanhai checked it, it seemed to still have the ability to identify monsters. He knew that the man was not a human being - so he hesitated for a moment,
Try to use the Bahuang Mirror to see him.
All he could see was a long, endless passage, like a hole that swallowed everything, with no end in sight.
"Master Lin, how do you use a mirror to look in the mirror?" The man smiled happily.
Shan Hai didn't understand what he meant and was a little dazed. The woman raised her lips and smiled a little deliberately. Maybe she wasn't good at smiling, just like Mo Liang.
"Are you...Miss Chili?"
"Ah, did Xiao Liang tell you that? Yes, indeed. This is Xiao."
Shan Hai looked at him in disbelief.
"With all due respect, you are a fusangshen, right? In fact, you are..."
"Yun Waijing." He said simply, "That's what you call it, right?"
