"Don't say it anymore, please, don't say it anymore..."
Onizuka felt that the figures around her continued to grow taller and taller, and continued to approach her.
But she didn't know how to resist.
Just when the crowd was about to engulf the little witch, she heard a familiar voice calling her name from outside the crowd.
"Onizuka!"
The light indigo sword light swept past in front of his eyes, accompanied by large bright yellow lightning arcs that spattered irregularly in the shape of a spider web.
Wherever the blade passes, lightning strikes.
The layers of breathless figures in front of you instantly turned into dark debris on the ground.
The little witch didn't react immediately.
I just felt myself running into someone's arms.
There was a reassuring smell about that man.
"Onizuka." The familiar voice sounded in my ears again.
The little witch was in a daze for a few seconds, then regained consciousness.
She finally raised her sight and saw dream boys of different shapes crowded at both ends of the alley.
Onizuka's waist was being held tightly by one hand.
She raised her head and saw clearly the profile of the person next to her.
A tall nose, thin and pouty lips, sword-like eyebrows slanting into the strands of black hair under the temples, deep and sharp black eyes that are shining.
The little miko's expression was dull and hesitant: "Kamigu?"
But he unconsciously grasped Kamiyakawa tightly with slightly trembling hands.
"It's okay, I'll get you out."
Kamiyakawa said in a comforting voice.
He could feel that the little witch was in a strange state. After the seemingly alienated dream boy appeared on the battlefield, all the exorcists who were trapped in the dream fell into an abnormal state.
Perhaps the guilt in my heart was amplified.
However, this trick did not work for Kamiyagawa who felt that he had a clear conscience.
On his right hand, a translucent black ghost hand shrouded out. The scales were arranged tightly and spread out, and there was a red glow on it. However, the palm and fingertip joints were emitting a thick and violent dark black light.
Kamiya's eyes, which were already sharp due to the condensation of his pupils, were even more serious.
He took Onitsuka's hand and slashed towards one end of the alley.
The dream men who caused great trouble to everyone in the dream world entered this space where reality and reality overlapped, and the complete Kamiya River in front of them was just like a chicken or a dog.
In an instant, amid the sword gleam of a word and the continuous sputtering and exploding thunder, the layers fell down like straw blown by the strong wind, and collapsed into dark fragments on the ground.
Rushing to the alley, the two saw several Juqiong Shrine spirit slayers headed by Fu Niyi.
These people were originally on standby in reality.
The moment the [Unwai Mirror] came into effect, everyone followed Kamiyagawa.
"Sister Fu, take good care of Onizuka."
Kamiyakawa let go of the little miko's cold hand.
"Leave it to us."
Fu Niyi and others naturally nodded.
Now that Onitsuka is fine, Kamiya can now deal with the alienated Yumeo.
…
On the front battlefield in front of the shopping mall.
The exorcists who were originally trapped in the dream fell into an abnormal state and were unable to fight.
Their inner feelings of guilt were infinitely amplified by the appearance of the alienated dream boy.
The scene that everyone sees before their eyes is alienated and different.
Only a few people are left who are still able to support themselves with the support of the Dream-Eating Tapir.
But even so, countless dream boys still flocked to the exorcists like a tide.
And the moment the abandoned textile factory arrived here.
The situation quickly turned.
At the beginning, a pure white origami bird with black hair tied around its body appeared out of nowhere and flew above everyone's heads.
"Surround it, surround it,
The caged bird,
I want to come out all the time.”
Origami birds fluttered and sang like children.
The next moment, a large piece of red mist spread towards reality with the paper bird as the center.
In the thick and turbulent fog, a red and black dress stood tall.
A total of nine red dolls were surrounding the figure's feet, clapping their hands, laughing, shouting and making noises.
Ta,ta,ta.
Mary dragged a huge machete with an exaggerated shape and walked out of the red mist with an elegant and dignified gait. Every time she stepped on the soles of her high heels, the bloody mist around her became more turbulent, raging in all directions and washing away the large blocks of dream men who were blocking the way.
Fall to the ground.
In the sky where the virtual and real worlds overlap.
Eight skeleton whales composed entirely of white skeletons screamed and moved their huge bodies up and down.
Dreamy, ethereal, strange and magnificent.
The body of the skeletal whale spirit is shimmering with blue light.
While making a long and plaintive whale call, it flipped up and down freely in the two illusory overlapping skies, moving as freely as if it were in the water.
The small transformed whale is holding a conch horn and sitting on one of the carcass whales.
There was also a carcass whale swimming around him.
"Woo-"
The whale plays a low conch trumpet with a different pitch.
【Whale Bone·Shield】
A skeletal whale in the sky immediately sank, turned into a bone shield, and attached itself to an exorcist who was surrounded by a group of dream men.
"Woo-"
The whale's conch whistle became more passionate again, and his little hand pointed downward.
【Whale Bone·Open】
The two whales obeyed the order, screamed and swooped down, attacking the dense area of Mengnan with the force of breaking the army.
Boom!
The bone fragments cracked and spattered with such force that the ground shook and trembled. Countless dream boys were crushed into powder by two whale attacks.
After completing the attack, the two blue whale spirits rose quickly and returned to the conch held by the transformed whale.
…
"Puff! Puff!"
The dream-eating tapir dashes left and right among the group of dream men.
The little tapir has always played an auxiliary role in the team.
This is really the first time we have fought this kind of battle where we have to single-handedly take the lead.
I've been feeling a little overwhelmed so far.
But fortunately, the other shikigami companions under the owner finally appeared on the battlefield.
As expected, it’s more peaceful to stay with everyone!
"Ouch!"
The huge dog god, covered in fire and constantly breathing out the aura of decay and ancient times, knocked over and crushed a large number of dream boys, and rushed to the little tapir's side to protect him.
The blazing fire of karma and the breath of scarlet corruption easily engulfed the dream men.
The little tapir's pressure suddenly decreased and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
It followed Inugami-senpai's side and continued to use blurred red light to dismantle the surrounding Yumeno.
At the same time, he controlled the return flow of red light to collect the large dark debris flowing on the ground, gathered it to his mouth and swallowed it.
The little tapir began to eat and swallowed whole.
To be honest, I'm tired of Yumeng's smell. Just smelling it makes me a little nauseous.
However, the Kamiya family’s current family motto is——
A porridge or a meal, remembering that it is hard to come by; half a thread, half a thread, constantly remembering the difficulty of material resources.
To put it bluntly, it means being frugal and frugal, and not wasting money.
As a member of the Kamiya family, the little tapir imitates its owner, imitates his example, and practices it.
…
The center of the battlefield.
The alienated dream boy knew that he had fallen into a trap, and frantically attacked the exorcists who were approaching him.
But the situation on the battlefield has reversed.
Grandma Gu, who was standing in the distance, tapped the bottom of her blind stick on the ground, and huge scarlet pupils slowly opened around the alienated dream boy.
Being stared at by these pupils, Mengnan felt unprecedented pressure.
The already damaged body became uncontrollable and stiffened in place.
At this time, Kamiyagawa also arrived at the main battlefield.
Prajna put on a mask of jealousy and turned into a slender ghost, following closely beside him.
The white powder in the sky invaded everywhere, and the black ghost claws easily crushed the dream boy who tried to block the way.
Coupled with the Kamiya River's Yin Lei Yang Lei, the journey was smooth.
"Mary!"
In the blink of an eye, Kamiya had already rushed in front of the alienated Yumeo.
You can already smell the putrid smell of Yumeng Nan's half-decayed body.
"In front of you."
The red mist swelled and surged, and Miss Mary, who was harvesting the monsters of Dream Man, obeyed the call and appeared in front of Kamiya.
The dress swayed, and the red mist looked like blood.
The machete dragged the mist, like a rainbow coming out.
The space around the blade was distorted by this powerful sword, creating illusory ripples.
It’s a bit difficult to determine the specific rating of the alienated dream boy in the dream, but being dragged into this space that is both real and imaginary, his level is the same.
Anyway, he definitely doesn’t have B-level strength.
Meng Nan was completely unable to withstand the siege of the spiritual masters and the swift and fierce offensive of Kamiya's main force.
The Ichimonji blade, carrying the thunder, struck diagonally from Yumeno's armpit. The bones shattered and lightning burst out, cutting all the way to the neck before stopping.
Mary's knife cut the tall alienated dream boy in half.
Ding bell——ding bell——
Zashiki Warashi rang the bell in excitement at the right time because of his old father's victory.
Mengnan, who was controlled by several red pupils summoned by Granny Gu, had no time to react before he fell to the ground and turned into ashes.
Weird talk about withdrawal!
With the withdrawal of the alienated dream boy, the dream of thousands of people finally became unstable and fell apart.
The overlap between the two worlds maintained by [Yun Waijing] gradually began to fail.
The entire dream of ten thousand people will burst into scattered dreams of various sizes throughout Japan.
And these scattered dreams are within the scope of the countermeasures room.
…
Tokyo.
Novelist's apartment.
The lampshade of the [Hyakki Lantern] that was targeted and attacked by the Aoi Lantern in Isehara was covered with cracks.
There was only a faint flame left, like a candle in the wind.
This is the last moment when the Qingxing Lantern destroys the "Hundred Ghost Lantern". The novelist uses his own life as a guide to continue the flame.
And at a certain moment, the fire, which was as big as a grain of rice, suddenly went out.
The entire [Hundred Ghost Lamp] shattered on the ground.
The novelist sat blankly in front of the desk, looking at the damaged green lantern. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he muttered to himself: "It turns out those spiritualists are so powerful... He gave it to me in Haishi."
I have used all the methods, but now it seems that it has come to an end."
It's the end.
Even the novelist himself has only a short time left because he sacrificed his life force.
The whole person looked like a terminally ill patient.
She sat there for a while, then slowly got up, changed her clothes, and walked out.
Tokyo, Mita Hospital.
The novelist drove here, changed into a white coat, and walked in the hospital corridor.
"Doctor Ise, are you on duty tonight?"
In the corridor, a young nurse saw her and said hello.
"No, I just came over to see my mother." The novelist smirked at the nurse and shook his head.
"Oh. Doctor Ise, your face doesn't look good."
"I've stayed up too late lately."
"Then you should have a good rest."
"I will."
The two chatted casually, and the novelist took the elevator directly to the sixth-floor ward of the inpatient department.
She entered a single ward.
An old woman with white hair lay on the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube mask covering her mouth and nose.
The novelist walked to the bedside and sat down.
The old woman on the bed opened her eyes and looked at her with relief in her eyes, but she didn't speak. She was probably too weak to speak.
This old woman suffers from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease and was seriously ill and was hospitalized some time ago.
The current situation is not optimistic either.
"Mother, I'm here to see you." The novelist used honorifics to address the old man on the bed.
She sat by the bed for a while and suddenly pulled out a piece of paper from her arms.
"I have written some stories recently... I know, I know, that you have always been against me doing these, but I am still secretly writing them. Several of them are actually written for you. I have one of them in my hand,
It’s not very well written, and I didn’t give the story a name. But let me read it to you. The story goes like this—”
"There was a mother, and she had a daughter. Sorry, it's a very bland beginning."
The novelist rubbed the wrinkled paper in his hand and continued:
"The mother and daughter have been living together. The mother has a wish that her daughter can become a doctor when she grows up. Influenced by her mother, her daughter has loved Tezuka Osamu's comic "Black Jack" since she was a child, and fantasized about being able to
Save lives and heal the wounded like the hero does."
"But as my daughter grew up, she began to feel powerless. Her grades in junior high school gradually declined, and her dream of becoming a doctor was gradually getting further and further away. And when her mother saw that her daughter's grades were getting worse day by day, she became angry and often blamed her."
Clumsy and stupid, he doesn't look like the child I should have given birth to. Well, that's what the mother said."
"When she was about to graduate from high school, even though her grades were not as good as she wanted, she still applied for the medical department of the National University as her mother had hoped. As expected, she failed."
"The mother was unwilling to admit her daughter's failure. She lied to people she knew around her that her daughter had been admitted to the Department of Medicine, and asked her daughter to lie together."
"The days full of lies made it unbearable for my daughter. In order to get rid of her mother's unreasonable restraints, she began to consider finding a job and leaving the family independently."
"When the mother learned about her daughter's idea of escape, she became furious and began to restrain and tie her daughter up even more."
"She took away her daughter's mobile phone and deprived her of all free time. Even taking a bath together was required. The mother pricked her daughter's fingertips with a needle and asked her to write a letter in blood. 'Study hard and you will pass the exam.'
She said this to her daughter."
"A daughter can only continue to learn under her mother's strict control every day."
"Eight years, this life lasted for eight years. For the mother's dream, my daughter worked hard for eight years, failed for eight years, and suffered for eight years. A whole...eight years."
"After eight years of torture, my daughter's mental state has already reached collapse, and she is no longer normal. But the mother seems not to be aware of it...Study, keep studying."
"During this period, my daughter once applied for the Literature Department without telling her mother. She was admitted. However, it was useless. My mother was furious about this. She called her a traitor, a traitor, and a liar, and scolded her all night long."
"In the ninth year, my daughter was admitted to the Department of Medicine... Well, she could successfully become a doctor. But she really hated being a doctor. Really, the smell and atmosphere in the hospital made her hate it from the bottom of her heart, and she retched.
.”
"And one night, the mother came to her daughter's room to celebrate that her daughter had finally completed her college studies."
"She opened the door and saw her daughter sitting at the table slowly turning around. She was shocked that the daughter who finally looked like what she expected had the face of a strange man, with a high forehead, thick eyebrows, and unnatural
Big mouth... my daughter turned into a monster."
"Mother, the story is over."
The novelist gently rubbed the paper in his hand.
The old woman on the bed, when she was halfway through the story, her weak eyes became angry and she slapped the bed with all her strength.
The novelist didn't pay attention to her actions and said to himself: "I sometimes wonder if the mother in the story feels guilty for her daughter? Could it be?"
"Mother, do you know? So many people feel guilty because of the big or small things they do. Really, I have tried and seen it. So many people do.
.”
"But it's just you, you don't seem to know how."
"You lie here and every time you close your eyes and fall asleep, you can wake up relaxed the next day without any psychological burden."
"Why on earth? Several stories are written for you! Why on earth!" The novelist raised his voice, his voice trembling, "You feel for me, for me... really, a little bit, even a little bit of guilt.
Don’t you have any? Obviously so many people know it! Are you a monster yourself?”
"Well...well..."
The old woman on the bed was even more excited. She couldn't accept that her daughter, whom she had worked hard to raise and train to be a talented person, was so disobedient to her.
But the novelist gradually calmed down at this time: "Mom, I have some good news for you. I am dying and have only a few days to live. There is also bad news. Your COPD symptoms are getting worse. If I am not here
If you do, no one will pay for your medical expenses."
"How about this? How about this? I'll give you a good time."
"I'll give you a pleasure..."
The novelist murmured in her sleep. She stood up and took off the respiratory mask covering the old woman's mouth and nose.
Severely ill patients suffering from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease have impaired cardiopulmonary function and cannot survive without oxygen supply.
The old woman on the bed was breathing hard.
Her breathing sounded like a broken bellows, and her eyes remained angry, looking directly at her daughter.
Can't understand.
I can't understand why my daughter, who has worked so hard to raise her, would do such a thing.
The novelist sat by the bed and watched his mother struggle feebly, and then calmed down again after a while.
She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, got up and left the hospital.
…
The novelist returned to his apartment in a daze.
She didn't remember how she came back. She drove there and took a taxi when she came back.
Can not remember.
The novelist walked to the messy bed in the bedroom and lay down on it.
"Anyway, I'm going to die."
As she thought this, she suddenly felt relieved, and even the mattress under her body seemed to be soft and comfortable.
The weak body didn't stay awake for long before falling asleep.
She didn't know how long she slept, but she had a dream.
In the dream, she came to her mother's ward.
I actually came back to a place like this again.
She walked towards the ward. Under the dim light, she could see her mother lying on the bed wearing an oxygen mask.
"Ho...ho..."
The novelist heard his mother's labored breathing.
It was exactly the same sound she heard when she removed her mother's oxygen tube.
She continued walking forward.
When I walked to the hospital bed, my mother sat up on the bed.
The lights in the room are dim.
The novelist saw that his mother's old and frail body was bearing a familiar face, a face that she had described countless times in words recently——
He has a high forehead, thick eyebrows, and an unnaturally wide mouth.
Dream boy.
That's Yumeng's face.
"Those who feel guilty will eventually meet the dream boy."
"Mother" sat upright on the hospital bed, staring at the novelist, speaking every word as if judging him.
This sentence was once written on the title page of the novelist's notebook.
"Guilty, am I?"
Is that me?
Am I feeling guilty?
Am I actually feeling guilty?
The novelist was stunned for several minutes, standing motionless, and then burst out laughing nervously.
It was like hearing the funniest joke in the world.
She laughed loudly and wildly.
Ever since I was a child, it seems that I have never laughed so freely like this.
"No, no, it's too funny."
The novelist in the dream laughed until he leaned forward and backward, until his facial features were distorted, and until tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.