[Onmyoji] A Dao

Going back to the carriage, he picked up the severed hand in the snow, and Guiqie lovingly pressed it against his cheek.

How can it be so cold?

"Ghost, Onikiri-sama?" Looking at this horrifying scene, a soldier in the queue boldly asked.

When he looked up, his blood-colored pupils were filled with murderous intent.

The howling wind overwhelmed the screams, and gorgeous red plum blossoms bloomed on the white snow.

……

When Feng Zhan and Shi E, who had to give up the chase after being hindered, turned back and prepared to join the team, the once huge escort line now only left the cruel scene after the massacre: no one survived.

And Onikir has disappeared.

"Oops." Shi E looked at the corpses all over the ground, and had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Ibaraki Doji, who spent a lot of demon power, waited anxiously in the demon formation he had set up by himself.

He was annoyed at his underestimation of the enemy, and he still had lingering fears about the attack of the black-clothed warrior—if the knife was a little bit off, it wouldn't be just his right arm that was broken.

Unexpectedly, such a powerful monster of the same clan would be willing to be Genji's lackey.

Glancing at the painful wound, Ibaraki Doji felt that he had suffered a great humiliation: Before he retired to practice in seclusion, where did he seem to have seen that arrogant guy?

When Yingcao cried and came to Mount Otowa to ask for help, she couldn't believe that Shuten Doji, who was as powerful as Shuten Doji, would be defeated until she followed the devastated Dajiang Mountain that she saw with her own eyes...

No matter what, Shuten Doji will not die, and he must avenge the perpetrator!

The burnt demon fire dissipated, and the ghost king's reborn body gradually opened its eyes.

Ibaraki stepped forward excitedly, and the bell on his ankle rang with his movements.

"Who are you?" The recovered voice was strangely cold and unfamiliar.

Hearing this, Ibaraki was taken aback, Jiu Tun looked at him as if examining an irrelevant stone, could it be that he had lost his memory?

"You don't remember me?"

He asked carefully, but the other party didn't respond.

"I'm Ibaraki Doji... I'm your best friend."

Jiu Tun frowned - he had never seen the injured one-armed monster in front of him.

With the gourd on his back, Jiu Tun walked past Ibaraki without saying a word, but Ibaraki stopped him with one hand: "My friend! Where are you going?"

"It's none of your business. Also, even Enma Arakawa Daitengu is not my uncle's close friend," Jiu Tun said in disgust, "You are not a guy like you."

"You!" Ibaraki was irritated by this discriminatory remarks: Shuten remembered everyone, but forgot himself alone.

At the beginning, it was obviously Shuten who first identified himself as a close friend, but now he puts on a high-ranking posture, which is really disgusting!

But when the words came to his lips, it became: "Forget it, I will fight with you after I recover, and you will remember who I am."

It turned out that Shuten was walking in the direction of Dajiangshan.

Ibaraki silently followed behind him, the atmosphere between the two condensed to a freezing point.

"It's so noisy." Jiu Tun suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Ibaraki, who followed closely behind, also paused, looking at Shuten suspiciously.

"The bell on your foot," Jiu Tun pointed to Ibaraki's right ankle and said impatiently, "It's really noisy!"

Izuku's face darkened.

"This bell was originally a gift from my best friend." Ibaraki stared at Shuten and said coldly:

"he died."

"Master Onikiri?" The family guard bowed respectfully: "Didn't you escort the head of the Oni King to the capital? Why did you return to the mansion alone?" It was already dawn, and the guard looked behind him and asked: "What about the rest?"

"The others continued on their way. We were attacked on the road and captured the hands of the Rashomon Oni..." Onikiri emphasized his tone: "So I will bring it back."

"But……"

The sword flashed, and the guard fell into a pool of blood before he could finish speaking.

Onikiri picked up his knife and left in disgust—he wanted to spare his life.

With the sound of "Zi La", the bodies of the guarding warriors were cut open smoothly like a fish.Onikiri greedily inhaled the rusty smell in the air, the samurai's appearance gradually faded, and the Onikiri horn on his forehead finally appeared.

"Free." He smiled with satisfaction.

When he entered the inner room, Minamoto Raimiko was sitting at the table calmly and drinking tea, like an elegant nail piercing Kikiri's eyes.

"It's only a matter of time before your dirty blood is finally revealed." Putting down the teacup in his hand, Minamoto Raimiko regretted:

"You let me down too much, Onikiri."

"Don't be hypocritical!" Full of vengeful hatred, Onikiri drew his sword and rushed towards Minamoto Raimiko: "You really make me sick!"

Minamoto Raimitsu also counterattacked with Dojikiri, but human beings are not as fast as Onikiri, and the sword was already in his stomach when he got up.

"It hurts..." Onitie looked at his bloody abdomen in disbelief: "How could it be! This is my own blood..."

"Hahahahaha! Stupid!" Minamoto Raimitsu laughed wantonly.

"The contract in your eyes is just for sealing the memory, the real contract is in your body - it is my blood." He wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth fiercely: "I am dead, and you cannot live alone!"

"So what." Onikiri also burst into mocking laughter, and finally chopped at him: "Then let's go to hell together!"

The bloodthirsty madness drove him to go straight to the vitals, and Minamoto Raimitsu couldn't stand it at all, and the injured part bled profusely instantly.

Even though I was bearing the same pain, my heart was uncontrollably excited.

Chop this hateful human into pieces like a vegetable!Even eating its marrow and eating its flesh can't calm the anger in my heart!

Onikiri crazily pulled out the knife that had pierced Minamoto Raimiko's heart, and stabbed it hard into his ribs.

"It's really... a good knife..."

At the beginning of the farce and the curtain call, Minamoto Raimiko sighed with the same words, and then fell into a pool of blood.

The eyes in his eyes also gradually dimmed until they went out.

Onikiri smiled, but felt deep ridicule, grief and regret—the sword skills to defeat this man were all taught by him himself.

"If you kill more humans, you will become a demon; if you kill more monsters, you will become a human." The ridiculous words that the man said suddenly appeared in his mind.

He picked up the knife and walked towards the door with difficulty - Ibaraki's ghost hand fell out of his arms and fell to the ground during the fight just now.

"Ibaraki..." Onikiri couldn't hold back and fell to his knees, the pain in his chest had stagnated and numb.

A large amount of blood also gushed out from his abdomen and chest, like a meandering red snake slowly moving forward.

"I..." Guiqie struggled to stretch out his hand—before he died, he could recall the things he regretted in his life, but when he looked up, he saw the plum blossoms in the courtyard rustling down.

Before the darkness struck, the fingers finally touched the icy coldness.

A satisfied smile bloomed on his face: to be able to love someone like this, there is nothing else to ask for.

……

Onikiri's blood spread on the ground, entwined with Ibaraki's Oniki hand, bit by bit devouring the strength of his arm.

And the blood-stained ghost hand gradually merged with it - tightly holding the knife he had already let go.

Onikiri, who was lying in a pool of blood, suddenly opened his eyes.

Thinking that he had come to the underworld, he looked blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar things around him, and it took him a long time to realize that he was actually still alive.

Ignoring the severe pain of the wound, Onikiri picked up the knife in ecstasy.

"Can you perceive him?" He said urgently to the ghost hand floating above the blade: "Take me to him, can you?"

The burden of rebuilding Dajiangshan fell on Ibaraki.

Shuten-douji is addicted to drinking all day long, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.Even if Yingcao told him the whole story, he just put down the wine cup and said lightly: "Ah, is that so."

Ibaraki had no choice but to find Peach Blossom Demon, who was exhausted from reviving all kinds of monsters, and asked her to help him find out what was wrong with Shuten's head.

"I don't think there is any problem." Peach Blossom Demon refused.

"You always want Master Shuten to return to his previous posture, but he doesn't want to." Peach Blossom Demon said seriously: "You should respect his personal opinion."

Izuku felt unreasonable.

"The ghost king of Dajiangshan has undertaken too much...and even sacrificed for us. Even if he can never remember the past, he can't change his identity as our 'king' forever. And everyone doesn't want to see Lord Shuten again. We sacrifice a second time!"

Before Ibaraki could refute, the black feathers fell down gracefully.

Yatengu, holding a naginata, came from the sky and landed firmly in front of Ibaraki Doji and Peach Blossom Demon.He bowed slightly to Ibaraki: "Master Ibaraki."

With a melodious whistle, countless tengus hovering in the air descended one after another.

"This is?..." Ibaraki Doji frowned deeply, want to start a war?

Seeming to see through his thoughts, Yatengu explained: "Please don't worry too much, Lord Ibaraki. We are here under the order of Lord Daitengu, and we will make a small contribution to rebuilding the great river and mountains."

"Thank you so much!" Peach Blossom Demon was very happy.

The dark tengu clan folded their wings and walked towards the pile of wood.

Ibaraki picked up a piece of black feather on the ground and looked at it carefully: it looks familiar inexplicably.

Sensing the approaching breath of his right hand, Ibaraki rushed towards him angrily.

But when he saw someone coming, the murderous aura all over his body dissipated immediately: "Ah, Ah Dao?"

That person saw Ibaraki coming towards him, wanted to step forward but took a step back involuntarily, with a timid look close to home.

"...I am Toto," he lowered his head, "It's also Onikiri."

Hearing this, Ibaraki was taken aback.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

A ghost hand instantly grabbed Onikiri's throat, and Ibaraki trembled angrily: "You bastard..."

Onikiri closed his eyes resignedly.

"Why did you do so many wrong things! Why did you kill so many of your kind!"

"...I'm sorry." Onikiri repeated.

"It's unforgivable!" Ibaraki gritted his teeth, and the meridians on his forehead were highlighted.

However, the pressure on the neck disappeared.

Onikiri opened his eyes suspiciously, and found that Ibaraki had turned his back.

"I was also at fault." He said in a low voice, "If I hadn't lost you at the beginning, there wouldn't have been so many cruel things that happened later."

The wind blew, raising his empty sleeves.

"Ibaraki..." Onikiri called softly.

Ibaraki shook his head: "There are no ifs in everything."

"Toto, oh no, Onikiri-sama, it's better to leave this kind of thing to me." Yingcao looked at Onikiri with some embarrassment.

Onikiri was kneeling behind Ibaraki Doji, combing his hair carefully.

"I don't know why the right hand can't connect...Ibaraki is not convenient with one hand." After tying up the ponytail, Onikiri still looked ashamed.

Ibaraki, who saw Onikiri's expression in the bronze mirror, snorted coldly: "Even if I only have one hand left, I can still crush you to death easily."

At this time, the one-eyed little monk brought a knife holder from nowhere: "Excuse me!" He put it heavily on the table, saying it was a gift from Shantu.

I would like to thank Ibaraki Doji for resurrecting Shuten-sama.

Immediately, Ibaraki's face darkened, and after retreating from the crowd, he asked Onikiri the doubt that had troubled him for a long time: "Is Shuten's head hidden in the iron box real?"

"Yes."

"Then why doesn't he remember me?"

"...I don't know." Onikiri stood up, "But I promise, I will never forget you again."

There was a strange look on Ibaraki's face: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking... I saw the fireworks that night, they were beautiful."

"So Ibaraki-sama... still doesn't understand your intentions?" Yingcao asked.

Ghost cut nodded.

"It doesn't matter! I will definitely understand!" Yingcao's tone was firm.

"Thank you." Flying the dandelion in his hand, Onikiri touched the ghost hand behind him, showing a gentle smile: "Monsters have a long lifespan, and I have a lifetime by his side. enough."

theend.

The author has something to say:

The move is complete!This trumpet may have to be picked up and reused, it doesn’t look good when it’s empty 2333333333

The ending of the final chapter may be a bit hasty, but the official plot comes out quickly, and I don't want to go too far against the main line.

Personally, I don't like overly ostentatious emotions, so it is destined that the "Onikiri" in the text can only hide this deep affection in my heart, even if it is revealed inadvertently, Ibaraki, who has a big personality, cannot understand...

Of course Ibaraki will understand in the future! ?(???)?☆

Finally, I wish that such a loyal "A knife" that only fights for you will appear in your life.