How to describe the circumstances of Kisaragi-kun's death, even she herself couldn't say.
"When people see their own death, they feel very strange." She said, "Although people can often see their own appearance in wells, lakes, and mirrors, death will make you feel strange.
At that moment, it seems like you don’t recognize yourself. No matter whether you hanged yourself or was stabbed, no matter how intact the body is, even if it just seems to be asleep... you will feel that the person lying there is not you."
"Uh..." Jun Aoyan's face twisted together, "Is this what you think?"
"It's not just me. After becoming the Six Paths Impermanence, in all the deaths that I was lucky enough to witness... most people thought so. They would say, 'Ah, is this me after death? It doesn't look right.
I don't even recognize me, but it definitely looks like what I see every day. It's really strange. You can understand this feeling
?' I've heard it a lot, and I'll just respond lightly. Of course I know, and you're not the only one to say that. Then they will realize that this is so strange, how can a person see his own body when he is already dead?
What? Maybe it’s because the soul is floating outside, and people feel as if they are standing next to it, so they feel strange..."
Liu Shenghan talked more. The longer they got along, the more they talked to each other, talking about everything. Maybe there is no such thing as introversion and extroversion in this world, it just depends on whether they are facing each other.
Just someone who wants to talk.
"So how did you die?" Bai Ya sat cross-legged on the side. He didn't seem to be very interested in the question itself, but he mentioned it coldly before, so he continued to talk.
"Hmm...why do you think I came to a place like this?"
"Isn't it to break the barrier?" Bai Ya said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Why else did you come with Aoyan's father?"
"I did come as a military doctor at that time. That opportunity was also something I deliberately fought for." Liu Shenghan glanced at Aoyan, "By the way, tell me, did your father ever tell you about me?"
What?"
Jun Aoyan looked a little embarrassed, "Well, I did say it, but because the evaluation is so ordinary, I don't bother to tell you. Are you sure you want to listen? It's really not interesting."
"I can probably guess it." Liu Shenghan smiled slightly, "The general would probably say, 'That's a woman who looks a little gloomy. If you don't talk to her, she won't talk to you even if we stay in the same room all day.
.But if you chat with her for a few words, you will find that she is not that boring.'"
"That's really the case." Aoyan was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Shenghan could guess so accurately. It seems that she really knows Jun Luanjiu very well. "He also said that after getting familiar with you, you will find that you are a knowledgeable and knowledgeable person."
He also said, 'If she suddenly takes the initiative to chat with you, I'm afraid nothing good will happen.'"
"puff."
Bai Ya usually won't laugh no matter how funny the joke is, unless he can't help it.
Liu Shenghan didn't care, and she continued, "That's right...after all, I have no interest in healthy living people. Either I can see what's wrong with you at a glance, without even checking your pulse; or,
I need a little help from someone."
"A little busy." Bai Ya emphasized these two words. Liu Shenghan shrugged indifferently.
Jun Aoyan poked him with her elbow and continued, "But my father said that you are really a good person."
"A good person?" She raised her eyebrows, "He said that? It seems that we still... don't understand each other well enough."
"Do you think you are a villain?"
Bai Ya looked like he had seen a ghost, "Isn't it?"
"I am a pharmacist, hanging a pot to save the world; I am a painter, sketching shapes; I am a poison master..."
I'm a poisoner.
Three identities condensed in one person are not one
Contradictory things. On the contrary, proper compatibility in some aspects will give rise to a strange harmony.
The same goes for her death.
Just like a painting, no one would be able to depict such a work in reality. However, mainstream painters, whether landscape or beauty painters, all emphasize realism. The paintings presented by her death are by no means
It's such a real look, and no one can recreate the second one - it's like knocking over a painter's paint box. No matter how many times you repeat it, or how much paint you waste, it's impossible to create such a unique and exquisite painting.
Weird works.
What does death bring to mind?
Ugliness, darkness, fear, and other negative things? If so, then Ruyue-kun's death must be a completely different manifestation, and what's more, it nourishes the vitality of "life".
Her corpse... was gorgeous and colorful.
But it's just as frightening, even more so.
Who died like that? The completely opposite and contradictory impact was breathtaking. Everyone who saw her remains sighed in surprise and stepped back, swearing that they would never see this again in their lives.
If you plant something, you will never want to look like that after you die.
Yes, beauty can also make people fearful.
Full of colorful flowers.
Her mouth was filled with beautiful petals, all of which were alive. No two flowers were even the same kind. Each flower was not familiar to people, but at most it was different from some flowers they had seen in their lives.
The flowers are just similar. The blue flower in the eye socket seems to be growing on a vine.
It is very small and has weak branches; blue flowers spread out from the ears, as if growing among thorns, and its trunk is strong and strong; the young buds drilled out from between the fingernails show the faintness that only the young leaves on the trunk have.
Yellowish green. Even several flowers with different appearances are also green in different shades.
The branches and leaves wrapped around the blooming flowers are piled up under the flowers in different shapes and covered on top of the body. People can only judge from the shape that this strange landscape is the outline of a human being. As for how to determine whether it is a human being
Human beings, rather than simple human shapes... can be judged from those long, supple hair that cannot be corroded.
How do plants grow hair?
She is full of life.
People all stopped and stared for a long time, and then... their expressions suddenly changed.
The most realistic feeling of a corpse is when someone else comes to clean up this indescribable thing. People try to lift it up, and the parts they lift are completely scattered, along with roots as fine as human meridians, which are bloody, bright and dazzling.
, but it exudes an indescribable stench. It is not a simple smell of corpses, but a unique and disgusting pungent smell brewed through the decomposition and fermentation of plants.
Although the two listeners had long lost their appetites, Liu Shenghan continued to talk in an interesting manner. It was rare to see her so happy.
...for his own death.
After saying that, she showed a somewhat regretful expression, "I thought I could really 'turn into spring mud to protect the flowers,' but who knew that I would be even more tortured now than in the next life."
"I heard that the painter, that is, you, tried poison and died?" Jun Aoyan said carefully, for fear that he would say the wrong thing and ruin Shenghan's rare good mood.
"It's indeed a rumor." She shrugged nonchalantly, "I died of homicide."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know." She said lightly, "So I came here just to look for clues... Some of those flowers are species that only bloom here. I have already seen many of them. But, this doesn't mean anything to me.
Not much help.”
"Who dares to kill you?"
Liu Shenghan laughed "huhu", his voice as soft as a distant wind chime.
"Don't forget, I am also...a killer, an assassin. When I was alive, I had many lives in my hands. Isn't it normal for people who kill to be hated and wanted to be killed?"
Bai Ya then said, "I thought you didn't care who the murderer was."
"I really don't care," she said. "Who killed me and who hired him means nothing to me. The only value is if he can tell me how he killed me."
I was willing to inquire after you asked me. But after so many years, that person has long been dead, so I can only look for him on my own. In the hundreds of years in my homeland, I really found nothing."
"Maybe he's a southerner, a local killer here, hired." Bai Ya guessed.
"Who knows." She still didn't care - she only cared about the murderer's methods.
Jun Aoyan asked curiously, "Have you discovered anything since you have been here for so many years? Is it...anything related to those gods?"
"It's a small discovery, but it's pitiful. As for the gods, I haven't thought about it. Well, I'm helping you on this path... By the way, I'm looking for some clues of my own."
Bai Ya really wanted to ask her what was convenient, but it was not difficult to imagine that even asking would be in vain. This woman was very good at Tai Chi, so she would definitely not be able to talk well. So, Bai Ya asked another question that he was concerned about.
.
"Then why did you become the Six Paths Impermanence?"
"I have no choice."
"No choice?"
"Yes..."
Those strange flowers used their own aura to weave a unique, larger and more complete vitality. This power tightly captured Ruyue-kun's soul, making her unable to leave the festering body that was on the verge of melting. Saying that she died
Although she is dead, she is still alive; if she is said to be alive, she is actually dead.
Her life was transformed into another form, making it impossible for her to reincarnate. In other words, she became an earthbound spirit who could not leave her body for even half a step. She could even clearly feel the remaining traces of her body.
The pain and itching, feeling the power of the roots of those flowers sprouting under the skin, stretching in the blood vessels, and spreading in the bone marrow. Is it that they are taking root and nourishing in the decaying body, or is it that the flesh and blood itself is transformed into
They... she still doesn't know.
The resentment of the soul that cannot be dispersed during his lifetime will slowly settle and accumulate. Even a small matter as big as a pinhead will turn into a terrible and lingering resentment. This kind of persistence is extremely terrifying, and it breeds
There are countless resentful spirits, and many people have lost their lives as a result. I am afraid that if I have been left hanging there, I will end up like that sooner or later... It is really shameful to think about it.
The Lord of Narakus, Yama Demon, saw this possibility.
For someone like Kisaragi-kun, the adult said, she will either become a rare peaceful ghost who is indifferent to everything. She is boring to others and she is boring to herself. After all, even Onmyoji doesn't bother to look at it.
Type. Or it will turn into a rare and extremely vicious ghost, which will not only hurt people's lives, but also cast a curse that will cause harm for thousands of years.
Kisaragi-kun is probably the latter. The earthbound spirit cannot leave the place where it died. Even if the body is moved away or turned into dust, the soul cannot be transcended. Without anything to do, it will be boring, and boredom is scary
It's a murderous weapon that will definitely turn people into monsters they don't even recognize.
"Why don't you find something to do - let me untie you." Liu Shenghan said, "The adult said this to me, so I agreed for the time being."
As soon as they finished speaking, the other two people didn't know how to react or reply. Suddenly they heard other sounds. It was not the movement of bees or birds or animals, but the sound of human footsteps.
Someone is coming... You have to hide first, and then try to see clearly and figure it out.
