Onmyoji Love Curse Volume

In the verandah of Qingming's mansion, Boya and Qingming were sitting opposite each other drinking.

In front of the two of them was a plate of grilled sweetfish sprinkled with salt, still steaming.

It was the Kamogawa sweetfish sent by Chusuke Kamo.Seimei and Boya had helped him solve difficult things before, so Chusuke would always send a few barrels of the fattest sweetfish to him every time of this season.

The honey worm sat beside the two of them, and poured wine for that person when he saw that someone's glass was empty.

Holding a glass of wine, Boya admired the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

It was midsummer, and the sunny courtyard was full of flowers of different colors—hibiscus, impatiens, and bellflowers. The flowers and plants that seemed to grow randomly but followed a subtle order, swaying gently with the breeze, making people feel Feel alive.

There was a torrential rain last night, and several flower buds that had not yet opened were knocked to the ground, and they had not had time to clean them up.

Boya stared at the redness on the ground in a daze, and sighed softly.

"Bo Ya seems to have something on his mind today?"

Qingming looked at Boya tenderly, a slight smile floated on her honey-like lips.

"You see it?"

"You drank less alcohol than usual today." Qingming said, "If Boya is a normal boy, he must be praising 'these flowers are so beautiful' at this moment, instead of frowning and sighing."

"I'm sorry... Seimei, because I saw something sad today."

"Tell me about it."

"...Recently, young girls have been killed frequently in central Beijing, and this morning is already the fourth one."

Boya put down the wine glass in his hand, and began to talk about what he saw and heard this morning.

Since the rebuilding of the capital after the "Phantom Horn Rebellion" has been largely completed, and the palace has been relatively peaceful recently, Boya has been very leisurely in recent days.

This morning, Boya planned to walk around the capital.

He took an entourage and went south along the Suzaku road. When he passed the intersection of the seven roads, Boya suddenly saw some commotion ahead.Many people gathered together and whispered, as if they were watching some excitement, and a woman's cry could be faintly heard in the noise.

"What happened?" Boya stepped forward and asked.

Although Boya was not wearing court clothes, the black hat and straight clothes and the servants beside him made everyone recognize him as a nobleman, and everyone moved out of the way.

Boya was a little surprised by the sight in front of him.A middle-aged woman was crying loudly while hugging the body of a young girl. The girl looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, her whole body was white, her lips were blue, and there was a huge wound on her neck. The blood had already coagulated, and she seemed to have died for a long time .

"What... what's going on here?" Boya exclaimed, "Could it be a robber?"

"Hey, it's not a robber, it's a ghost." Someone in the crowd replied.

"Yeah, this is already the fourth."

"Every time I was sucked dry of blood, it's so pitiful."

Boya turned and looked at those people: "What do you know? Can you tell me?"

When those people saw that it was the nobles who asked the question, they answered honestly.

In the past month, there have been several similar incidents, and the victims are basically young women aged between 20 and [-] who came home late from work.

At first, everyone thought that there were robbers, but soon they found that something was wrong.

First of all, if the robbers kill people, they will probably leave some clues. At least someone should have witnessed the suspicious person, but so far no clues have been found.

In addition, the death conditions of those young women were also very strange. Their corpses had cut wounds on their necks, but the edges of the wounds were very messy, not like they were injured by sharp objects such as blades. There was not a single drop of blood, as if all the blood on his body had been drained.

So everyone speculated that this was the work of ghosts, and there must have been monsters in Beijing that sucked the blood of young women.

Since the ceremony in the palace is approaching, and the victims are all civilians, those ministers who are supposed to be in charge of the safety of the capital don't take this matter to heart at all, they are only busy arranging arrangements to please the Holy One, let alone specially invite the Onmyoji Come out.

As a result, many people could only forbid their women to go out at night, so it calmed down for a while.

And the woman who died this morning was called Ah Chun. She had to go out last night to find medicine for her mother who had a sudden illness, but unexpectedly she was murdered.

The woman holding her was her mother, her voice was hoarse from crying and she was completely speechless.

"That mother's cry is really unbearable to hear..."

After Boya narrated the whole process, he was still very sad.

Qingming looked at the sighing Boya, and said, "If you care so much, how about going to investigate?"

"Eh?"

"I'm also somewhat interested in the true face of the ghost who sucks the blood of young women. And if you always look so sad, I'm also very troubled."

"what?"

"The wine will become bad." Qingming laughed.

"Qingming..." Boya looked at Qingming gratefully, but seemed to think of something, and became a little depressed again, "But no one has really seen that ghost so far, where do we start to investigate?"

"Are all the girls killed near the Seven Avenues?"

"Not really. The other three were found near Shijo Road, Umeko Road, and Mibu Road."

"Well, in that case, maybe you can ask 'them'."

"They? Who are they?"

"The guy who has seen the true face of the ghost."

"Huh? Didn't you say no one has seen it?"

"I didn't say 'they' were human beings." There was a narrow smile on Qingming's lips.

Boya finally came to his senses: "You...you mean..."

"Bo Ya, do you want to go together tonight?"

"Go...where?"

"Go to 'them'."

"But...but..."

"This is the fastest way to find the ghost. Are you going or not?"

Boya seemed to hear the heartbroken cry of the mother again, and couldn't help but gritted his teeth: "Go!"

"What a good guy." Qingming smiled, "Then let's go."

"go!"

So it's settled.

(To be continued)