[Inuyasha] Looking back at Chaoshan Heng

Before I knew it, I walked into a dark cave.

In a dark and damp cave, on the mountain wall not far from the entrance, there is a quietly burning torch.The fragrance of rice porridge permeates the small space, together with the slight movement in the depths of the cave, it makes the place more popular.

I subconsciously walked towards the place where the fire was flickering, and quickly turned into the depths of the cave.The first sight is a simple cave dwelling. A woman in a priestess costume is kneeling beside a laid bamboo mat, holding a small bowl in one hand, scooping out the porridge with a wooden spoon, and carefully feeding it to the lying down. The person on the couch.

Another candle lamp was placed beside them, which became another light source in the cave.The fire light illuminated the maiden's beautiful face, which contrasted with the terrifying...human figure on the couch.

I don't know if he can still be called a "person". White cloth strips wrapped his whole body, and most of his body was covered under the quilt.This is true above the exposed chest, very much like the broken mummy on the Egyptian murals.

After careful identification, it can be found that there are many spots of blood oozing from the surface of those cloths.A clump or a piece, covering the face where only one eye is exposed and the sparse teeth can be seen after the loss of the upper and lower lips.

"A bellflower..."

The porridge flowed in through the leaky teeth, and the man swallowed with some difficulty, and then spoke in a low voice with a hoarse and vague voice.

The witch didn't speak, but the movements of her hands slowed down, and she looked down at him.

So he forced a deep laugh out of his throat: "You always look so sacred and inviolable...Holy maiden, Jie Jie Jie," that eye showed malice unabashedly, "I really want to , Seeing your panicked look... For example, being pressed under by a man, playing with it to the point of filth; or being discarded by a loved one in tatters, the clean heart and body are engulfed in black The look... just thinking about it, I find it very interesting."

The only response from the priestess called Kikyo was to take out a spoonful of porridge and stuff it into his mouth with a blank expression.

"This is the body of that man, or rather, the body of that 'half-demon'... man, but this kind of thing." A voice rang in my ear, a gentle female voice, with a low tone like a lullaby, " What you married is nothing more than a glamorous skin. His past is a deception, his present is a crime, how can you have confidence that there will be a place for you in his future?"

The maiden who had been kneeling had stood up at this moment, with a calm and cold expression, but also a compassion that purifies the world: "He is so frivolous here, and in a blink of an eye he talks sweetly to you. Even if it is just a beautiful skin, he really look like, have you ever seen it?"

Her gaze was on the man who was lying still.Looking at him now, he was no longer in human form—countless monsters were entangled on his limbs, and crawled in and out of his body.His expression was distorted, as if he was in joy, but also in uncontrollable pain, but his voice was suppressed by something. The silent laughter and screams were enough to make the numbness spread from the scalp all the way to the soles of the feet.

Then the body finally changed, as if the messy jigsaw puzzle was gradually returning to its place, and finally fixed into that extremely familiar face.

Soft and fair appearance, gentle and elegant temperament.He slowly opened his eyes, and seemed to be thinking for a moment. After looking around, he finally stood up.

The eyes that finally settled on me were still dark red like blood clots, and there was an unknown treachery behind the dark illusion.Just like a moment ago, those monsters that were desperately burrowing into and entangled him.

"Cool," he smiled, like the usual greetings in the city every ordinary morning, "come here."

I stood where I was, and after a moment of silence, I took a few steps forward without hesitation, and raised my hand——

"Snapped!"

As expected, the slap failed to smear his face, and the slap on the tree trunk caused a slight pain.

Sighing a little regretfully, I withdrew my hand, frowning and shaking it.

"……you do this delibrately."

The man in front of him put away his smile for a moment, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, just like it happened countless times today.

I took half a step back, without answering his words, and turned my head to look at the place not far away, where the witch named "Kikyo" was originally sitting.

Now only a cloud of chaotic and changing black mist can be seen, and there is a vague human figure in it.The breath that surrounded the entire forest came from it.

"—It seems that your relationship is not what I feel," a voice came out from the black mist, indistinguishable, like countless strange noises of men, women, and children, "If this is the case, use this' Contract' to restrain a powerless human girl, thanks to you."

"No, it seems that you shouldn't say that, 'no power' or something," the voice suddenly changed, "Little girl, the smell on your body is very delicious and comfortable."

Delicious and...comfortable?What a strange description.

I twitched the corner of my mouth, and for a moment, I doubted the Japanese level of this body.

Naraku beside him remained silent, with dark pupils, as if he was thinking about something.At this moment, he sneered: "You've said enough." Countless black smoke gushed out from his body, like I've seen before, turning into several pitch-black tentacles and surrounding him, "Now , become a part of me."

The black mist and the black mist instantly became a mess, a struggle that could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

I stood beside Naraku, not far away.He could feel the demonic aura on his body getting stronger and stronger.The usual faint and scattered atmosphere, at this moment, has the impact trend of a dam about to collapse and collapse.

This is a strange feeling, at least before that, Naraku was far from being forced to this level.

Even his expression remained calm as ever.

And we are grasshoppers on a rope.

I know this very well, even without the 'contract' that the monster just mentioned - after half a year of getting along, if something happens to the one around me, he will never make it easy for me.

The most critical question now is that the outcome of this struggle does not seem very optimistic.

At this moment, the mist that had been intertwined with each other suddenly broke from the joint.Then there was an almost deafening bang, as well as that extremely strange mass of black that engulfed me and rushed towards me.

The warm skin touch on my right hand, and the uninterrupted training for the past six months have made me more or less subconscious about facing danger.With the strength of that hand, he lowered his head and turned sideways regardless of his image, then rolled along the trend, and finally avoided the fog by wiping it.

But I couldn't let go of my heart, because the moment I passed by, I felt as if the back of my hand was corroded by the black mist rubbed against it, and the sharp pain was as fast as a hallucination.

"cold."

That huge breath burst from the wound on the back of the hand, and I only heard his voice calling my name.

……

……

The beauty of the double cherry blossoms in April is like a grand scene that burns to the end.

The girl in the cardamom age stood under the tree, her cloud-like black hair hazy under the smoky cherry color.The light-white fingers picked up the falling petals, and then smiled.

I stood under another tree not far away, watching her quietly.The flowers around me fell on the top of my hair, soft and delicate to the touch, and a bright floral fragrance on the nose.

All of this is real and within reach, but I know it's just an illusion.

Just like the illusory cave I entered before, it may be memory, it may be the transformation of nothingness, or it may be a combination of the two.Because the breath here has not changed: the one that is close to me is familiar and uncomfortable; the one that is far away from me is fading a little bit, which is the source that brought me here.

The difference between this breath and the environment allows me to keep my sanity clear.Just as he was temporarily bewitched by the illusion of the cave before, he quickly broke free.

It was like a person who fell into a dream, but someone was beside him, trying to wake him up in various ways.In that way, even the most realistic and beautiful dreams cannot be indulged for a long time.

And the problem now is, I know it's fake, but I don't know how to leave.

However, the illusion changed at this time, or in other words, a person appeared—a young and handsome son, who came from the end of the cherry blossoms.

The girl who was in a daze under the tree raised her head amidst the sound of approaching footsteps, and saw the person coming.The expression on her face changed rapidly—an instant of joy, then a frown of sullenness, and then she straightened the willow-colored twelve singles, and made a gesture of ignoring her.

……

……

A very common story that happened between aristocratic men and women in this era—at least the first half.

The young girl and the young son met in the cherry blossom forest, and then they met and fell in love.This is by no means a matter of etiquette, but what makes a taboo taboo is often because it is repeated over and over again.

The girl is the daughter of a local noble family, but the identity of the man is mysterious.It's just the extraordinary elegance of his words and deeds, which made the girl firmly believe that he is the real son of her own family.

Youth never denied it, and never admitted it.Always smiling and brushing the top of her hair, with a doting and slightly hesitant expression.

The surrounding scenery is constantly changing, like a frame of an almost real XD movie.And I can only stand here, watching the time flow in this space, the years go back and forth, and the hula-la wind rushes to the end of the boundless.

Later, they couldn't help but taste the forbidden fruit, and the girl became pregnant unexpectedly.This matter was not concealed, not to mention that she already had a marriage contract with her interests.

So she is put under house arrest, will lose this unformed child, and accept the reality that she will be married off soon.But she finally escaped and ran to the place where they first met, but saw an unexpected sight.

——Her sweetheart, her true son, is an ugly monster.

The picture stopped abruptly here, and I crouched on the ground clutching my heart.The bloody smell, so strong that it was caught off guard, surged into the throat in an instant, as if this increasingly intense dizziness was accompanied by sudden and severe pain like a broken heartstring.

Feeling the warm and sticky liquid in the palm of your hand, there is a dizzy mix of black and white in front of your eyes.I know that this is the instinctive reaction of the human body after the stimulation of severe pain. I can't do anything except to pant and wait for the pain to pass.

With the passage of time, the gray vision became clear little by little, and the palm of the hand that was right in front of his eyes was invaded by a red that was so thick that it was black.The blood soaked through the lines on the palm spread and dripped to the ground along the edges, making my eyes ache.

Reluctantly raised his head and looked around him, the previous illusion was no longer an illusion.Messy scenes, characters, event spaces, and chaotic stacks flicker, like the jitters leaking out when a tape is rewound, without any normal "rules".

The weird and terrifying scene made me breathe a sigh of relief, and after turning my body sideways, I sat gently on the ground.

God knows just now, since I entered this huge illusion and was forced to appreciate those charming and romantic poetic pictures, how much will I spent to control myself not to fall into this too real world.

Even if I don't know how to get out, one thing is for sure—as long as I get stuck in it, I will never be able to get out of here until I am sucked dry by the demon's power and become a part of it.

Just like that human-shaped monster wrapped in mist, the complex and mottled aura on its body is clearly countless people and monsters, full of countless shouts and noises of resentment and unwillingness.

I sat on the ground with my knees tucked in, which made me less strenuous.Everything in this world is becoming more and more chaotic, just like the two breaths that I have been holding on to—the one of Naluo is gradually stable and obvious, while the other breath is so weak that it seems to be able to drift away immediately.

"cold."

The familiar person finally appeared in my sight, surrounded by countless fragments of hallucinations that collapsed and dissipated.I looked up to see him call my name, as if I had just escaped the oncoming black fog.

I squatted on the ground and looked up at him, with a wry smile: [Naruo, it’s enough to have you. ]

If possible, I really want to slap him hard, simply and neatly.

This was the last thought that came to my mind, and then I passed out neatly.

The author has something to say:

☆, Naraku extra black fire

It was a subtle feeling, as if clean, as if thorough, and as if gentle and soft tolerance permeated everything.In the past 40 years, Naraku has never thought of the past so often—before he became "Naru" and after he left the identity of "ghost spider", the moment when new life and death alternated, it was as pure as a baby leaving amniotic fluid, The moment you see the light.

Even though birth in reality is always accompanied by blood, chaos or even a narrow escape, in the fantasy world of most creatures, it is a miracle, and it is a miracle of creation.

That feeling may not last for a moment, and then it will be filled with countless noisy and disordered desires and memories.Then the newborn Naraku sat up and saw the fragrant vegetation and flowers around her, which instantly withered into an ugly stench.

Like the unconcealable smell on his body, he clearly realized that he was a lowly half-demon made up of countless miscellaneous monsters.

The pouring rain brought thick water vapor, and the milky white mist lingered mistyly among the pavilions.The wind conveys the smell of water to every corner of the city, whether it is the water in the sky or the water on the ground, it clearly soaks everyone's consciousness.

But what Naluo felt was the indescribable aura of a girl taking a nap on the bed a few steps away.

In a sense, Naraku is actually a monster who is honest with himself, at least when he is really aware of a certain idea.Just as he is honest about his ambition and desire/desire, he can also honestly say that he is obsessed with this girl named Liang, and the feeling it brings.

That is something different from any human or demon, breath, feeling, existence, or any adjective.Sometimes he even wondered what kind of factors and coincidences combined to produce such a wonderful "power".

He still remembers the moment when he looked up and saw her on the day when he first met.Hearing, smell, taste, sight, touch... All the senses reached a consensus at this moment, cheering, roaring, and moaning/groaning.He could feel his pupils changing color rapidly, which was the result of losing control of his emotions.Compared with that time, many of the out-of-control in the past are like a few drops of water jumping out of the turbulent waves.

Then he saw his reflection in her eyes, the gentleman with a gentle smile made her frightened and depressed until she lost the strength to hide it.

She saw through my blindfold!She wasn't even affected at all!

The boiling killing intent almost occupied his mind in an instant, and he rushed into a ball with the previous intense joy.He didn't even know what he wanted to do, but he saw the clearer and stronger emotion in her eyes.It seemed to be mixed with his emotions, entangled and chaotically fighting, not knowing whether he wanted to possess or destroy.

"...So, you can see it."

In the end, he said this, laughing lowly with completely confused and almost out-of-control emotions.

The person on the couch moved at this moment, then rubbed his eyes and got up.

It seems to be her special instinct for monsters, and he is too exciting for her.At least half a year has passed now, as long as he appears in a relatively close place, Ryo will wake up soon no matter how deeply he sleeps.

She looked at him sleepily, and it took a while for her to regain her usual sobriety.Blinking his eyes, he asked clearly: Why did you come here suddenly.

He smiled habitually, and closed the bamboo slips in his hand to pass the time: "Tomorrow is the marriage of 'Renjian Yindao' and 'Ima Chuanliang'."

She stared at him: yes, what's the matter?

He stood up and walked out the door: "I'll take you out tomorrow night, so be mentally prepared."

He had been looking for the monster outside Takeda Castle for a long time.

Since killing the bear demon for the first time two years ago to collect power, now he has encountered seven bear demons in a row.That kind of similar subtle feeling, if he is not himself a mixed monster, it is difficult to detect any relationship between them.

But the current situation is that even if there is a connection, it is impossible to further explore.

So he thought of her.

The half-demon who can only separate power and create new monsters, or it can be called "clone/body".That was an ability very similar to his, which made him excited while being curious.

She didn't let him down, she found his goal straightforwardly, even easily.

In addition to creating clones/bodies, another ability of this monster is to build illusions, so as to kill all creatures that enter it.

If it was said that she came towards him for the first time, she was only incidental. With that kind of talent, it is not difficult to see through everything.

Then the second time, when the battle between him and the monster came to an impasse, he chose to break and then break the shackles immediately.When he watched the cloud of black energy pounce on her who was obviously weak, for a moment, he wanted her to die here.

In the past six months, he has had this idea countless times.

Test her ability in different ways, train her reaction, expand her endurance, but at the same time, there is a killing intent brewing in every action, thinking that if she can't make it this time, then just disappear here.

After so many times, he didn't even know whether he was greedy for her breath and wanted to gradually get rid of the patchwork body of this miscellaneous monster; or he was unwilling to be controlled by an ordinary human being and simply destroyed her completely.

He stood outside the illusion, close to her, watching her persistence like a spectator.This monster is old with the wife of the former lord of Takeda Castle, and everything shown in that illusion, in the final analysis, is full of the remaining struggle of this monster between half-dead and not alive.

——It was discovered by her lover, and the terrified girl couldn't accept the reality, and became a lunatic immediately, and the child couldn't be kept.Seeing this situation, the family head and the invited monks who came after them took advantage of the unsteady mind of the monster and sealed it here forever.

——And the girl was sent to the sedan chair in a foolish way, and died soon after she got married.The monster was forced to linger here, and later attracted the surrounding creatures into the illusion to absorb their emotions and life, and created clones to go around looking for lovers who did not know whereabouts.

This is what he peeped back when he first entered the illusion and was peeked into part of his memory by the other party.

She entered the illusion to fight, which would give him half the chance of winning.But as long as the story goes through a cycle in the illusion, and he still fails to absorb the other party, she is doomed to die in it.If she can't hold on during this period, the result will be the same.

Just like every time before, it was just a more powerful opportunity for him, but it forced her to bet her life.

In the end, he felt the unreconciled cry of the monster, and the last remaining wish—just like the monsters that made up his body 50 years ago and had their own desires, there were always some troubles before the remnants disappeared.

But this time the wish is very simple, weighing the pros and cons, he doesn't mind taking a trip - turn back to Takeda City, find any reason, let the city lord keep those animal skins as its avatars.

What happens after he does that is beyond his concern.

The illusion that was originally another world gradually became dilapidated and messy because of the disappearance of the master.He easily broke through the reserved barriers, thinking about retreating for a period of time after returning, studying the monster absorbed this time, and using its abilities as much as possible.

Then he saw her.

He squatted in the center of the barrier with his knees tucked in, with dried blood between his exposed fingers.In those pitch-black eyes, there seemed to be something burning, cold and hot, a black flame that burned everything.

[Naraku, it's enough to have you on the table. ]

He recognized what she said, and then she closed her eyes, the fire in her eyes went out, and she fell down limply.

The author has something to say: the last paragraph is actually a subtle change in mood that Naraku (and even Ryo) did not express... I thought about it, and I still used this kind of vague metaphor.

One of the problems mentioned by No.1 is incomplete, so here I can only use Naraku's side story to make up for it.