[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

"So, are you really with that god?"

Zhaoma watched Yato's leaving back in the darkening sky, with a complicated expression and disbelief.

"Strictly speaking, it's not that kind of relationship." Fei Shi said with a normal expression, "It's just that he desires me, and I will give him a response. When the time comes, this deal will probably be terminated."

"..." The corner of Zhaoma's mouth twitched: "Do you know that you are really scum like this?"

Fei Shi didn't speak, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhao Ma frowned slightly, intending to criticize his concept, but in the end, he didn't say much because he had just woken up, and instead cared about his body: "The master said that you were attacked by a monster and infected Well, are you all right now?"

monster?Did she say that to other people?

Fei Shi thought about it, but his expression didn't change at all: "It's just a little bit, it's all right now."

"It's just a little bit of a coma for so many days?" Zhao Ma obviously didn't believe it.

Fei Shi didn't want to say more, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea: "Why is Yato here?"

Changing the subject again.

Zhao Ma clenched her hands, turned her eyes away and stopped looking at him, and said unwillingly as if angry:

"It was he who sent you back that day and handed you over to me. He seemed to know me. It should be the place where you told him about our relationship and names? After all, he would come to ask you every day Case."

Fei Shi took a sip of tea, acquiesced to his question, and said, "You didn't tell my lord about me and him?"

"Of course I didn't!" Zhaoma looked at him helplessly, "You must at least ask for your consent before telling others about this kind of thing! Personally, I also want to see the character of that Yetou God first." How, after all, I have never even heard of his name..."

Fei Shi's brows and eyes were slightly relaxed: "It's not surprising that you haven't heard of it, after all, he is just a down-and-out second-rate god."

"……what?"

"Besides, he was the one who pursued me first. Isn't there a period of time? I receive a gift every day."

"He is the one who gives you gifts every day?!"

"Yes. Although he is living in a miserable life, he has put his heart into it anyway."

"..."

Zhao Ma was silent for a while, and began to check the household registration with a blank face: "What is his priesthood?"

Fei Shi thought about it, and answered nonchalantly: "It seems not."

"No? Are you a vagrant?!" Zhao Ma roared as expected, "How down and out this god is! You are not reliable at all, okay?! No! I don't worry! The master will not agree!"

"...You are becoming more and more like an old lady, Zhao Ma."

Zhao Ma's face darkened: "What did you say?"

Fei Shi immediately looked away and changed the topic: "You don't have to worry, he is a capable warrior anyway, if he has a handy artifact, he might not be inferior to my lord sister."

"So powerful?" Zhao Ma expressed strong doubts, "Then why is he not famous?"

After a pause, Fei Shi raised his teacup and took a sip of tea, his tone a bit ethereal: "Because he is the god of misfortune."

"The God of Misfortune? What do you mean?" Zhao Ma, who is still considered a rookie, was a little puzzled, but the young man with cherry hair didn't say anything.

So when Zhao Ma went to ask other seniors, and knew that the God of Fujin was a humble god who created disasters, it was inevitable that he would roar and object again.

But it didn't take long before he had time to worry about it.

——The God of Bishamon has fallen.

It was a very normal day.Bishamon Lower Realm did not show any abnormalities when she came back, but in the evening, she did not show up in the restaurant on time.

When Dao Si went to check, he found that she had fallen to the ground with a face full of pain, and her skin was covered with large patches of ailments.

"It's terrible! The master god has fallen!!"

The old woman rushed out of the room in a panic, and when she saw the terrified artifacts, she turned into an angry expression, and screamed: "Who stabbed her?! Find it and don't let it go! Hurry up!" Report your name, or the God of Misfortune will chop it up and throw it out!"

Everyone was whispering, and at this time, the cold voice that sounded calmly or even indifferently seemed particularly abrupt: "At this time, I think your intimidation is very inappropriate and will only make the situation worse."

"What?" Dao Si was startled, and angrily looked at the young man with cherry hair who spoke.

All the artifacts around were looking at this side, and Daosi's face was ugly for a while, and he suddenly shouted harshly: "Shut up! A yellow-mouthed child is not qualified to speak! After all, after you were attacked by monsters for no reason, the master will The lower realm is also stained with unclean things!"

"You mean my reason?" Fei Shi's expression turned cold, and he looked at Dao Si as if he was looking at a dead person, "What reason do I have to do this?"

"This sentence should be asked yourself!"

Fei Shi's breath has changed.

The mask of peace faded from his face, and his eyes became deep and menacing, making people feel palpitations for no reason.

Dao Si was secretly startled, and the surrounding artifacts were too shocked to speak by the strong sense of oppression. Zhao Ma watched anxiously from the side, couldn't help it, and rushed forward with gritted teeth.

"Master Daosi, listen to me! We all have seen Qingma's heart for his master. Without his master's body, he would have been unable to bear the burden of the artifact. He is the one who is the least likely to harm the master!"

He spoke hurriedly in front of Qingma, glanced around, and continued after seeing the approval on the faces of his colleagues: "If you don't believe it, you can find someone to check his body! See if there is any formation on it. monster!"

There was hesitation on Dao Si's face.

Fei Shi quietly stared at the young man with his arms wide open to protect him, and said after a while: "I can be checked, but not just me, everyone must be checked."

Dao Si did not hesitate: "Even if you don't say it, it should be so!"

She immediately began organizing inspections.The screen was erected, and all the artifacts were lined up in a long line, and their bodies were checked one by one. However, needless to say, Fei Shi and Zhaoma, in the end, none of the artifacts had monsters formed on them.

The investigation suddenly came to a stalemate. The strange situation that had never happened before not only made the artifacts helpless, but also gradually made them panic.

When Feishi entered Bishamon's room, she was suffering from a high fever, lying in the futon covered in sweat, and was in a daze.

Sensing Fei Shi's approach, she opened her eyes with difficulty, and said weakly, "Is it numb?...Don't come over, it will infect you."

——It’s that sentence again.

"It's come to this point, are you still worried about others first?" He whispered, his eyes darkened, and he knelt down beside her regardless of Bishamon's obstruction, "Who hurt you?"

Bishamon smiled bitterly: "This time, I really don't know."

Fei Shi lowered his eyes to look at the ailment that had crawled onto her face, his expression was difficult to discern.

There will be such a level, either that person is already possessed by a demon, or there are too many people who have a dark heart, and if they come to them one by one...it will be too late.

Bishamon, who was corroded by chiggers, let out a painful cough. She panted twice, stared at Feishi's face, and smiled suddenly: "Hey, Kiyoma, if I die, are you willing to...continue to do it after the replacement?" Is it my artifact?"

Fei Shi was silent.

He took out a small medicine bag from his sleeve and said in a deep voice, "You won't die."

He opened the medicine bag, revealing the brown powder inside, and poured it into the teacup on Bishamon's bedside, and then lifted Bishamon up and said:

"This can relieve your pain. I'll take care of those guys outside, you can rest at ease, don't say anything about death."

Bishamon frowned tightly, and tried to stay away from him with his weak arms: "What are you doing? I told you to stay away from me... it will be contagious to you! Qingma!"

As soon as the translucent white fingertips came into contact with the black and purple ailments on Bishamon's neck, they were immediately stained black like rice paper soaked in ink.

But Fei Shi didn't seem to care about the pain that spread rapidly in an instant, his expression remained unchanged, he stretched out two fingers with one hand and pointed at the center of Bishamon's eyebrows, and said in a low voice, ""Sleep". "

Bishamon's eyes widened suddenly, a look of disbelief flashed across his face, and then his eyelids trembled, and he passed out.

Fei Shi quietly looked at her still frowning eyebrows even in sleep, and then averted his eyes after a while, picked up the teacup, and fed her the medicine.

A few minutes later, the expression of the blond god was visibly relieved.

Fei Shi put her down lightly, and raised his own hands that were already stained with mottled black and purple, his blue eyes were deep and empty.

"--Guess who I am!"

The world in front of me suddenly fell into darkness, and then, a young man's jumpy and cheerful voice came.

Fei Shi's movement of collecting medicine paused, and he sighed silently: "Yatou, stop making trouble."

"Hey..." Yeto smiled and put down his hand and moved to his side, seeing the slight bruise under his eyes at a glance, he couldn't help but asked in surprise and worry: "What's wrong? Did you not sleep well last night?"

"...A little bit." Fei Shi replied vaguely, stood up and glanced at the sky.

"Take care of yourself. Wait, did your brother harass you at night?" Yetou suddenly thought of a possibility, and immediately looked bad.

Fei Shi had no expression on his face: "How is it possible, don't make wild guesses."

He turned and walked forward, Ye Dou curled his lips behind him, and reached out to hold him: "Then what's wrong with you——"

Before he finished speaking, his fingertips touched the corner of Fei Shi's clothes.Unexpectedly, the youth with cherry hair immediately dodged after realizing it, avoiding his touch.

Yeto was stunned, he froze in place, a little inexplicably uneasy: "Hey, what are you doing all of a sudden?"

Fei Shi hid his hands in his sleeves, turned his head slightly, and calmly said after a while: "Sorry, something happened recently. Let's not meet again for now."

Yato gasped for breath, his pupils contracted and murmured softly, "What...?"

Fei Shi didn't answer.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly turned around and left.

Yetou stood there staring blankly at him, his face gradually paled.

When Fei Shi returned to Bishamon's mansion, he heard Dao Si's screaming more and more piercingly before entering the door: "Who the hell is it? You will all be expelled before you report your name!"

It's useless to pull it out, hasn't it already been tested?

Fei Shi stopped at the door with an indifferent expression, and immediately several male artifacts came over to check if there was any abnormality on his body.

The young man with cherry hair closed his eyes, feeling powerless and confused.

The prisoner has not been found for a long time, and even if he pulls out the culprit, there is no improvement. As time goes by, Bishamon's symptoms become more and more serious.

It's like an unsolvable dead end.

Zhao Ma has been staying in his and Fei Shi's room recently, but even so, those annoying whispers from his colleagues still drilled into his ears like annoying flies.

"If the master can't hold on, what will happen to us?"

"...After the change of generation, Ma's clan will be expelled from the house, right?"

"After being taboo, will there still be gods to take us in..."

The voices of uneasiness grew, and at last the people, tormented by suspicion and suspicion, began to complain.

"Who is it?"

"...Quickly admit it yourself!"

"It's annoying, can't it be you?"

"Thank you for being able to speak!"

"It's not me!"

The brown-red haired young man covered his ears, his heart was filled with uncontrollable grief and indignation because of these selfish guys, and he suppressed it forcefully.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and a young man with cherry hair with indifferent eyes came in. After closing the door and sitting down, his face slowly and slightly showed some fatigue that had not been shown before.

Zhao Ma didn't speak, neither did Fei Shi.

It began to rain patter outside the window.

Then, just like that suddenly.

—the carnage begins.

The pure white paper door was splattered with blood, and the chaos and screams resounded through the sky, causing Zhao Ma to tremble violently. A line cut.

He was pulled by the back of the collar forcefully, and he sat slumped on the ground. He looked in horror at the artifacts who were killing each other and had fallen into madness before him, and tremblingly said in extreme horror: "What... what's going on?!"

What unfolded in front of my eyes was a cruel human tragedy that ordinary people could not even imagine.

The red-eyed artifact lashed out at its former partner, blood splattered, screams intertwined with death, the seeds of resentment germinated, and the artifact turned into a monster was half human and half ghost, causing corpses to litter the field.

Here is hell.

Fei Shi, who held Zhao Ma and led him to escape the attack, stood behind him, watching the carnage quietly, with indifference in his eyes, as if he was watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.

If you stay here again, the artifacts without strength will die, and the artifacts that are alive will be infected by the sky full of ailments, and if you are not careful, you will become demons.

There is no help.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the hands hanging by his sides, which had been corroded by countless purple-black marks, trembled imperceptibly.

"Qing Ma...Qing Ma! What should we do? The master is still in the innermost room... We have to save her!!"

Suddenly, a panicked but firm voice rang in his ears.

Fei Shi moved his eyelids, opened them again, and turned his head slowly, his dead water eyes met Zhao Ma's gaze, and a little gleam gradually emerged.

Zhao Ma was stunned.

Against the backdrop of the ferocious blood, the young man with a face as bright and holy as moonlight nodded slowly towards him, and there was a tranquility in his green eyes that made him feel at ease.

"Zhaoma." He opened his mouth quietly, his pupils reflected two immortal fires, shining like morning stars in the sky.

"—do what you think is right."

The brown-red haired youth left.

Fei Shi turned his head, his eyes no longer reflecting the flames were filled with the rain outside the window, and there was a dead silence in the silence.

He stepped forward to the hell in front of him, stepped over the blood and corpses, and turned a blind eye to the sharp blade flashing in front of his eyes, as if only the god who was softer than anyone else and whispering in pain behind the bamboo curtain was left in his eyes.

There was an artifact turned into a monster attacking him. He didn't give a glance, but raised his hand expressionlessly, and with a sharp white light, he split it in half instantly.

There was blackened blood spattered on his face, and "Zizi" spread, leaving an evil black and purple.

The ominous mark was expanding, but at the same time, a certain power that he was familiar with was gradually awakening in his body.

Because he was about to [die], he gradually regained consciousness.

The "Sword of Ninja Love" in the heart began to heat up, silently implying something.Fei Shi bowed his head, sighed silently, and a whisper overflowed from his pale lips:

"That's cunning, Minato. You gave me this to make me owe you more and more?"

No one answered him, only screams resounded in the air.

Fei Shi seemed to have never heard of it, and walked forward step by step, his eyes were barren.

He finally stopped beside the blond god, knelt down, and held her trembling body in his arms without any intimacy.

The ailment spread, climbing onto the flawless face of the young man like moving ink.

A scent unique to gods, more delicious to youkai than anything, spread in the air.

At this moment, countless ferocious monsters appeared behind them, and the evil energy formed a black barrier, as if to swallow them whole.

However, the young man whose expression didn't change a bit from the beginning to the end was still calm and indifferent even at this juncture, but he hugged the god's slender shoulders imperceptibly, and said to her softly: "I will protect you!" ,elder sister."

It was pouring rain.

The God of Fujin is a lowly god who loves disasters. No matter how taboo things are, he can fulfill them for others.

The brown-red haired young man was covered in mud, humble and devoutly bent his knees towards the god with ice blue eyes, and pressed his head deeply on the ground.

"Please, kill my master, Bishamonten's artifact, Ma's clan... all of them!"

Yato was stunned.

A moment later, the mansion of Bishamonten on Takamahara.

An astonishing number of demonic artifacts condensed together and turned into a black monster as tall as a mountain.An ominous evil spirit surrounds it, forming a sticky black cloud, exuding a disgusting aura all the time.

The huge monster's mouth was completely swallowed by evil and evil spirits, and the artifacts with sluggish expressions like walking corpses kept rushing forward, trying to walk towards their most beloved divine master.

But without exception, their footsteps were blocked by a wall emitting holy white light, and they couldn't get close to the blond god.

Her body was covered with mottled ailments, and her eyelashes trembled amidst the continuous roaring and crying, and she slowly woke up.

A soft white light came into view, followed by a young man with cherry hair kneeling on one knee, holding a knife in both hands to support his body.

"Qing... Ma?" She was stunned and murmured in a daze.

The young man who was facing everything alone moved with his back to her, and slowly turned his head away.

Bishamon's eyes widened.

"Sorry, my sis... for waking you up."

Uchiha Feishi who said so, his eyes and expression were as calm or even indifferent as before, but the ominous mark that had spread across half of his face was a shocking indication of his terrible state at the moment.

Bishamon's pupils contracted violently.She stood up and wanted to rush to his side, but she was unable to fall because of the illness all over her body, but without any hesitation, she struggled and crawled to the side of the young man bit by bit, and caressed his face with trembling hands.

Even if he was infected with ailments, the young man whose beauty was not damaged in the slightest looked down at her with peaceful eyes.

Tears began to well up in Bishamon's eyes.

"You silly child..." she said in tears, caressing the corners of Fei Shi's eyes over and over again with tears in her eyes.

Fei Shi let her move, and replied calmly: "Well, I seem to always do some stupid things recently. Although it was for the promise of doing good deeds every day that I made with that guy back then, it seems that it is impossible to do this kind of thing. Too desperate."

He paused slightly, his brows and eyes relaxed: "However, in this case, he must be very happy."

Bishamon bit his lip and shook his head fiercely, tears slid down his cheeks, which cleared up a little bit of his ailment, but it didn't help in the end.

"No, he won't be happy seeing you not cherishing yourself so much! None of us will be happy!" She denied Fei Shi's remarks, her voice choked up.

Fei Shi was slightly startled, and after a few seconds, he slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Ah, you are right."

The ailment continued to spread on the face of the cherry-haired youth, and then, black blood began to overflow from his lips.

Bishamon looked at all this, feeling hopeless in his heart.

The ailment has almost spread all over the body, and there is such an area, which means that the evil spirit has corroded the internal organs.

This child...has...

"I will not die, my lord."

Bishamon opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Feishi in astonishment.

The young man who picked up her voice as if he knew what she was thinking said flatly: "You know everything about me, so you should understand that I have acquired the power of [space], so I will not die."

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his emerald green pupils had already turned into a magnificent red, and the gorgeous hands were turning like they wanted to confuse people's hearts.

Bishamon looked into his eyes in shock: "Why? You obviously don't have that special physical strength anymore!"

"It was originally like this." Fei Shi replied calmly, coughing lightly, more and more blood flowed from his lips, "But as I got closer and closer to [death], Chakra has begun to gradually recover. "

It's a pity that he has no time in this [space].

Bishamon didn't notice his hidden words, but became more and more flustered by his worsening state: "What do you mean? Didn't you say you won't die?! Then why do you still vomit blood?!"

"This..." Fei Shi murmured in a whisper-like voice, the hand holding the knife gradually became unstable, and the originally hard state became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

Bishamon caught the young man who fell towards her in endless panic, even his voice was trembling: "Qingma?!"

"...That's because I'm still a dead spirit now, and I can only become a human again after dying again."

The young man with cherry hair stared blankly at a little behind her, even at this point, his expression was still calm.

"However, by then, I will no longer remember everything I experienced with you and Zhaoma."

Bishamon wept silently while listening, but there was a sad smile on the corner of his lips.

She said softly, "But you're still alive, aren't you?"

Fei Shi's fingertips trembled slightly.

He sighed silently: "Yes, I'm still alive."

Bishamon smiled softly, but that smile was too soft, making it look sad.

There is no blood relationship, but the fetters are no less than that of siblings. Both fell silent, as if waiting for the last moment.

However, neither Fei Shi nor Zhao Ma will allow her to usher in such a moment.

The feeling of the disappearance of the name came suddenly, and Bishamon's expression froze, and he looked outside almost immediately, with panic gradually showing in his eyes.

"The name disappeared...my artifact is dead!" Her pupils trembled violently and she rushed forward, protesting from her already ruined body, but she didn't seem to notice it. He rushed to the place where the names disappeared one after another, the grief in the voice made people want to cry.

"Stop...don't cut it! Huang Yuling...stop! Don't kill my child! Everyone is a good child...please...don't kill them!"

However, at this moment, Yato, who was on the periphery of the giant monster, didn't seem to hear it, and just cut off one fallen artifact after another with a cold face.

He couldn't hear Bishamon's prayers, nor could he hear the sound of skin and flesh ripping open. His eyes were just stubborn and stared at something in a faint panic, and he didn't care about the lives that passed away under his hands.

So the artifacts were frightened, they withdrew their ugly minions, stretched out their hands as far as they could in the direction of Bishamon, screaming and crying for her protection and help, just like they have done countless times in the past In that way, countless hands that only know how to ask are stretched out to the gentle and tolerant mother.

And that great mother was as flustered as they had hoped, and at the same time tried her best to catch them, her eyes gleamed with an unchanging, feather-like gentleness.

However, that cruel and merciless blue-eyed god took all of them away.

All the hands stretched out to Bishamon were broken.

There was light, shining in from behind that person.

The blood-stained young man squinted at the figure falling against the light. His red eyes reflected the sunlight, looking magnificent and pure.

"Qing Ma!"

In the distance, he heard that person's calling, and his brother's calling from farther away, and the golden hair of the beautiful god was reflected in the corner of his eyes.

—Ah, do you really want to forget all of this?

The young man who looked like a god was thinking slowly, and a specious and heart-wrenching loneliness gradually appeared on his face.

——Slightly...a bit reluctant...

'tick. '

The clock stopped.

At this moment, the name inlaid on the back of the hand drifted away gently with the wind, as if it had never existed before.

Japan, Tokyo, 1:00 AM.

The dull and chaotic footsteps echoed in the dirty and smelly narrow alley.

The nauseating smell of alcohol spread, making the faint fragrance even more beautiful.

"Huh? Look, there's actually a sweet little girl here?"

"Huh? Ah, really! Hee hee, kid, why are you sitting here alone? Don't your parents want you?"

"It's so pitiful, do you want to go play with your uncles? We will make you feel comfortable, hahaha...!"

Vulgar laughter erupted, and spread far away in the silent night.

A man in black with a cloth wrapped around his neck stopped, and silently looked into the alley with bloodshot eyes, his eyes were gloomy.

Under the dim streetlight, a little girl with cherry-colored hair and whose face could not be seen clearly did not feel the danger around her at all. She just lowered her head and stared indifferently at the bright headlines on the discarded newspapers with her green eyes.

[Good morning All Might!Solve 1 cases within 4 hour from morning! ! ]

There was laughter, the sound of men starting to step forward, and the stench of cheap booze approaching.

"Hey."

The little girl—no, it was the little boy who spoke suddenly.

He didn't even look at the men, but quietly looked at the newspaper in his hand, treating them as if he was treating some scum that wasn't worth looking at.

"I don't like to be recognized as a girl, and I don't like people who have no survival value and are very unclean to approach me."

The clear and moving boy's voice echoed in the night, abruptly interrupting the piercing laughter of the men, and making them angry like bears whose tails were touched.

"This stinky brat who doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, look at me if I don't—"

Before the roar was finished, the obscene sentences were completely cut off in his throat at a certain moment.

In the viscous night, the gurgling sound of blood gushing out made my heart chill.

The whole body was spotless, and the handsome boy who seemed to be doing nothing was facing the silent bodies with his back, his eyes faintly showing uncontrollable redness.

"Ah, I was wrong."

He was talking to himself nonchalantly, looking at the tall figure with blond hair and blue eyes in the newspaper, there was no trace of emotion that a human being should have in his eyes, they were all chillingly cold.

"In such a comparison, you are not even [human beings]."

The sound of empty footsteps echoed in the alley where only children stood.

He raised his head and met the eyes of the man who was slowly stepping out of the darkness.