Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

The fire lasted for two hours. Rimbaud suspected that the deep pit used to prevent the fire from getting out of control was almost burnt out of pottery, and the Roshan monster thrown in it for barbecue was still alive.

She was about to add some more fuel to go in, when the red sun jumped out of the ground, and the golden sunlight shone on the open space. The monster in the deep pit let out a heart-piercing howl when it touched the sunlight, and then it was completely quiet.

"...how is it the same as the legend of Transylvania..."

Witnessing this phenomenon that cannot be explained by science, Ms. Rimbaud felt that her three views were not very good.If I had known this was the result, I should have saved some samples before doing it, and brought them back as gifts.She walked to the edge of the pit, and the flames that had lost their combustibles were gradually extinguished. The bottom layer was covered with a thin layer of ash, and a few fox masks carved out of wood could be faintly seen in the ash.

Rimbaud used the subspace to protect himself and jumped into this extremely high-temperature furnace, grabbing the last remaining mask and returning to the ground before all the masks were completely carbonized.She looked down at the mask in her hand. The size and pattern should be a gift for children, and it would appear on monsters... The results of the children are self-evident.

There was no response from the Warp, it seemed the mask was not the anchor.She turned around with this thing and planned to continue searching, but she bumped into a pink-haired boy wearing a little fox mask who jumped out of the forest.

Sato had heard the mournful cry of the ghost a long time ago, and after rescuing all the candidates he saw, he finally followed the sound and found it. He thought he would see some hellish scene, but unexpectedly there was only a tall, long-haired woman Standing in a glade.The golden sunlight shone on her body, haloing layers of halos, as if she was a goddess who had strayed into this place.

Not afraid of the sun, not a ghost.

He put away the sun wheel knife and went out to see if she was injured, but the other party turned around, holding a small, wooden carved fox mask in his hand.The young man rushed out from the forest in a moment of impatience, and bumped into this lady with a tall nose and deep eyes who looked very different from other people.

"Excuse me……"

There is a difference between ancient Japanese and modern Japanese. Rimbaud could not hear what he said clearly, but he could probably guess what it meant.

She tilted her head, shifted her gaze from the long knife in his waist to the fox mask on his face, blinked and smiled and handed the mask over: "Sorry, I only saved this one."

The boy took the mask with trembling hands, wiped off the dust, with a half-crying and half-smiling expression.Master Lintaki said that every time he sent his disciples to participate in the final selection of Mount Fuji, he would personally carve a few of these masks for disaster relief and give them as mascots, hoping that the children would come back alive.

However, after so many years, there is not even one.

Turns out they were all here.

"Thank you! Thank you..."

All the words I wanted to say before were choked in my throat and I forgot them all. At this moment, all I can say is the gratitude torn out of my throat.

This is just a fifteen or six-year-old kid. Rimbaud raised his hand and rubbed his long, fleshy pink hair: "What the hell is that monster? It's covered in hands all over its body, as tall as a man, like a lump of rot The fat meat is not afraid of being cut or burned, and it will turn into dust and dissipate when it encounters sunlight."

She stepped aside to reveal the deep hole behind her, and Satu stepped forward to look down.The heat in the pit hadn't dissipated yet, and he saw the dust at the bottom of the pit and several carbonized masks.The young man took off his mask and lowered his head to mourn for the unfortunate seniors. After a while, he turned around and looked at the strange woman.

Judging by her age, she should have been married a long time ago, and her clothes are as modern as the poster girls who occasionally come from big cities, and she probably entered here by mistake.

"Come with me, and find a safe place to explain to you."

Rimbaud followed him along the mountain to the low-lying place, until he reached the edge of the forest - there was a dense wisteria tree, which seemed to be in bloom at the moment, and strings of wisteria flowers hanging under the green leaves attracted swarms of bees and butterflies. Under one of the largest wisteria trees, there was a black-haired young man leaning on the root of the tree, as if he had fallen asleep.

"That's my friend, who is resting after being injured."

"The monsters you mentioned, we call them ghosts. They are transformed by humans and feed on humans. They have extremely powerful regenerative abilities, and they are afraid of wisteria flowers. It is almost impossible to kill them except for the sun and the sun wheel knife."

The young man smiled very gently. He didn't raise a single question about Rimbaud's origin. His silver pupils were full of respect and gratitude to the strong: "Did you get hurt during the fight with that ghost? If you get hurt, you can Don't hold back."

Rimbaud was amused by this kind of maturity that obviously didn't match her age. She stretched out her flat hand to show him: "I'm not injured. I'm not a fighter who is good at swordsmanship, you see."

There is not even a layer of calluses on the onion-like fingertips, white and tender, just like the female relatives raised in the boudoir of a wealthy family.

In modern society, there are many ways to eliminate any mark left on a person, which is why Rimbaud has never been found out about his dangerous part-time job. Of course, he has also successfully deceived the inexperienced teenager.

Xitu has never seen what the so-called noble lady looks like, she should be like the woman in front of her.The boy blushed, and even the scars on his face turned red. Rimbaud withdrew his hand, and the professor who had downloaded the language update package asked a very important question: "Where is this?"

"Ah, Teng Shishan, this is Teng Shishan."

When Tomioka Yoshiyuki woke up, he heard his good friend Saito say such a sentence to someone, turned over and sat up from the ground and rubbed his eyes. The boy with a blank expression looked around, and seemed to see a faint line of light standing in the depths of the wisteria flowers. color figure.

"Sakura, who are you talking to?"

Sato turned to look at his friend with surprise on his face, "This is the lady..."

Wait, what about people?

"...there's no one there."

The black-haired boy got up from the ground, sure that the figure should be his dizzy hallucination, stared blankly at his friend who seemed lost, and a question mark slowly appeared above his head.

injured?Why do you stand there talking to yourself and imagine a lady.

"No... There, there was indeed a lady standing there just now. She killed a ghost and gave me this."

He handed the mask to his friend, who also had a similar disaster relief mask hanging on his waist.

"Probably a kind god passing by here? She looks very different from us."

He made a rare joke.

In this era, only two places in Japan, Yokohama and Osaka, can see a few foreigners sporadically, and most of them are Dutch and Americans. There are basically no Gauls to which Rimbaud belongs. Naturally, it is a very rare appearance.She is not a swordsman, and she has no sense of tension in a sudden crisis. She is calm but tortured and killed the strongest ghost in Fujishiyama alone. With all the previous things, it is not surprising that she was mistaken.

The two teenagers looked at each other for a few minutes, and finally decided to report the matter immediately after the selection was over, and to bring back the news of those seniors who never returned to Sagiri Mountain to Master Linlong.I hope their souls can return to Sawu Mountain together, where they can find eternal peace.

As for this mysterious lady, maybe time will give them the answer.

……

Rimbaud never expected that the anchor point returning to the original space coordinates this time turned out to be a string of wisteria flowers that looked ordinary.She just thought the flowers were so beautiful and wanted to take some back to show Chuya, but the moment she took off the flower stalks [Color Painting Collection] suddenly fluctuated violently, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in a familiar living room.

Looking down at the phone, it was only ten minutes before leaving the civil affairs hall.

Oh, this is already back.It seems that the son hasn't finished school yet, and the newly hired "nanny" will probably pick him up later.

She rummaged through the utility room to find a pot, filled it with clean water, inserted the wisteria flowers she had brought back, and placed it on the balcony. Next to it was a pot of green plants with wide leaves that looked lazy—that was Zhongya. The "pet" I keep is very precious on weekdays, but I almost take it with me wherever I go.

After arranging a "friend" for his son's pet, Rimbaud changed into home clothes and collapsed on the sofa, thinking about arranging the itinerary of the "bookstore" in his notepad.

Now that she has a nanny, she naturally has to take care of everything in the kitchen, even if she can't for a while, it doesn't matter, she can provide teaching books and a series of necessary utensils for free.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Chuuya was picked up from school by his new follower, Sakunosuke Oda, after finishing club class.The old woman who had agreed to finish her business trip on Sunday and Monday actually returned to Tokyo from Hakone one day earlier, and told him two good news by the way: "I'm on vacation, and today I went to the Civil Affairs Office to sign the marriage certificate."

Her tone was so flat that it seemed that getting married was not as important as paid vacation... In fact, it was exactly the same, she even secretly planned in her heart to use this vacation to take her son around to gain some insight.

Nakahara Chuya: "Oh, you're on vacation. Well, you signed a marriage contract... Wait! What are you talking about?"

He was so surprised that his supernatural powers appeared, and he squeezed the football he was about to hang up: "Why did you suddenly get married? With whom? Why?"

Rimbaud was drinking water from a glass, and the sound of the soccer ball exploding didn't make her look sideways, but now she diverted her attention to him: "It's Mr. Sen. I think it's okay, anyway, it's just in a It’s just the name on the paper. The surname has not been changed, and the household registration does not need to be changed, and there is no change from before.”

"...Uh, if you talk about changes, it's not without. Just...an extra life accident insurance that can be withdrawn at any time?"

She was a little uncertain, and the question at the end of the sentence seemed particularly lacklustre.

"Aren't you! Anyway, it's your first marriage, so you can't think about how to spend your husband's legacy on the first day of your wedding?"

Zhong also feels that his mother's integrity can still be salvaged, so the ending of the story is also light and full of good expectations.

Rimbaud leaned back and laughed: "How is it possible! Don't be kidding, I have already thought about it before signing the marriage contract, so I can't make plans when things are imminent."

Zhong, unable to complain, didn't know whether he should sympathize with Mr. Mori, who didn't seem like a good person but was a bit too unlucky: "Well, just as long as you're happy..."

He turned his eyes to the immovable "nanny", hoping that he could complain for him or something... The other party looked back suspiciously, and the question mark on his head almost materialized.

Forget it, I can only count on Oda to complain... I can only count on it.

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