A slime came out of the pillar

"Father, look, this is a haiku I wrote myself."

"Have you finished practicing today's sheet music?"

The man sitting in the room was wiping the bone flute in his hand without raising his head.

"……not yet."

"Then don't hurry up! Instead of spending your mind on those useless things every day, you might as well practice your piano skills!"

"Yes……"

The man's voice carried an irresistible majesty, and the boy shrunk behind the door hung his shoulders and walked out in frustration.

He was born into a family of vocal musicians, his father was a famous great musician in the town, and would always be invited by various officials and feudal lords to play in the mansion. As the son of a musician, he should continue to inherit his skills, but his musical talent was not as good as his father's. So high, after several years of study, but mediocre attainments, just barely able to play according to the score.

Because of his father's reputation in the field of music, many dignitaries sent their children to study. As the son of a musician, his level of playing musical instruments is worse than that of ordinary children. Not only did his father lose face, he He was also ridiculed by his peers.

To this end, he has devoted more time and energy. Every morning when he wakes up, he has to face various music lessons, practice his voice in the morning, and play shamisen, zither, and seventeen strings in the afternoon... There is no doubt , all taught by his father himself.

Born in this family, he is destined to spend his life with musical instruments.

Although he carries the sheet music on his back day and night, there is a small dream hidden in the boy's heart.

He wants to be a writer, hold a pen in his hand, write a story of his own, and create a world of his own.

He didn't know when this dream was planted in his heart. Maybe it was when he first opened the Tale of Kaishi, or when he listened to those weird stories told by the old servant at home. Different worlds are like tiny stars, although tiny, they shine brightly.

One night, after practicing shamisen according to his father's request, he picked up a pen for the first time and wrote his first story on paper, sketching a little outline of the world he conceived, although The words and writing style are very immature, and even the word order is not very smooth, but he is still very excited, because he sees that the seed called dream is watered by his enthusiasm, and it is slowly breaking through the ground.

However, before the seed sprouted properly, it was brutally damaged by severe frost.

His father belittled those literati in front of him more than once, mocking them for being poor. Being a writer is a job that does not make money. He felt that writing is not as good as a string in his father's heart.

It is not that he did not try to prove the greatness of the writer. He listed the various contributions made by ancient literati to society, and tried to write haiku like those noble warriors. His father's attitude did not change, but he urged him to practice piano.

If his father knew that he was secretly writing stories, he would definitely be furious, and he might be kicked out of the house.

Under the eaves, he had to bow his head. Seeing that his father was so repulsive about this matter, and he had to rely on his father to survive, he chose to compromise, continued to learn musical instruments, and did not dare to mention writing again.

His father died of pneumonia when he was 20 years old. No one stopped him from writing, but after many years, he had already let go of this matter and became a drummer with peace of mind, performing in different officials' homes with other musicians. Living a boring life every day begins with the sound of the drum and ends with the sound of the drum.

When he went to play at the home of a civil servant in the Shikibu Province, he met an old woman, which reawakened his love for creation.

The old woman looks to be in her 60s, and her body is quite strong. She has worked in the civil official's house for nearly 30 years. The banquet in the civil official's house was held very late that day, and the musicians were exhausted. He wanted to find After a rest in a clean place, I walked out of the yard and saw the old lady sitting at the door of the back kitchen.

She knelt on the ground, and there was a small tea table in front of her, with candles lit on it.

He saw the old woman leaning over the desk with her head down, her expression extremely focused, and she seemed to be studying something. He was a little curious, and couldn't help but stepped forward: "Are you writing a letter to your family?"

The woman was startled by him at first, and then replied with a smile: "No, I'm writing a story."

"Writing a story?"

"Yeah, I'm going to send it to the newspaper." She held a pen in her callused hand, her posture was not right, and the words she wrote were crooked, but she didn't have any guilt, and frankly showed her Work: "Tomorrow morning, Chita who delivers the newspaper will help me take this to the newspaper office."

"And publish it?"

"No, it's not that simple." The woman smiled and shook her head, "Those who have to go through the selection process, only excellent works can be published in the newspaper."

"But, why do you contribute to the newspaper? I mean..." He frowned, trying to express himself as tactfully as possible, "Aren't you a servant?"

The old woman laughed even more, and asked him: "Who said that servants can't write? There is no threshold for writing stories. As long as you have paper and pen, you can write whatever you want."

"People always say that writers don't make a lot of money. Indeed, even if they are published in newspapers, they don't earn as much money as I do washing clothes every day. But I don't believe that writers have no future." She continued to take He started writing and turned around to devote himself to his creation, "I heard a fortune teller on the street say that a great writer will be born in the future, so great that even his face will be printed on a silver note, and people will think of money when they see him. At that time, everyone was vying to be a writer, and I had to get into it early."

The old woman took a pen and carefully wrote down on the paper. There was still unwashed flour between the nails of her hands, but she obviously didn't care about these details: "I have been doing this since I was very young. Learning to do housework, everyone says that I can only be a cook for the rest of my life, but I always feel that I have to learn something else. Food, no matter how delicious it is, must be digested, but the story will not, even if No matter how bad your writing is, if someone reads it, someone will remember it.”

The last full stop fell on the paper, the woman raised her head, picked up the article she had written, carefully smoothed out the wrinkles, then turned to him and said, "Come on, young man, come and help me check if there are any typos!"

……

Xiang Kai has always remembered the words of the old woman. After returning home, he picked up the pen again, left his work in the band, and devoted himself to writing. He frequently went to lectures from major writers to learn writing skills. He wrote more and more articles, filling all the cabinets and drawers in the house, but every manuscript that was sent out fell into the sea, either being returned or there was no response.

He is not musically gifted, nor is he talented in writing.

Maybe he really only deserves to be a mediocre mortal in this life, not qualified to create a world of his own.

He was not reconciled, thinking that what he wrote would be affirmed by others one day, so he didn't put down his pen and still insisted on creating.

It was a rainy day, and the postman who sent the mail could not come up the mountain. He personally took the manuscript to the newspaper office to submit it, but was kicked out by the editor. The other party directly said that they had no shortage of such works and asked him to submit to another one.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the paper in his arms would be wet even with an umbrella, so he stood under the eaves, planning to wait for the rain to subside before going home.

It was on this day that he encountered a ghost.

Different from those ghosts who like to float around in weird stories, this ghost in front of him is wearing a neat suit, and his elegant demeanor looks like the young master of a noble family, but he has vertical pupils and fangs like a beast.

"You are very qualified, maybe you will become a very powerful ghost."

"Whether to die or become a ghost, it's up to you to choose."

The other party stared into his eyes, beating his heart every word, and he nodded unexpectedly.

Perhaps what the other party said was true. After becoming a ghost, he soon awakened the blood ghost technique, but his life remained the same as before, except that he could not see the sun and occasionally went out to satisfy his hunger. , he still lives in his own home and has always contributed to different newspapers. Even though he was constantly denied by many people, he did not give up.

Even though he can't get the affirmation of others, he is still pursuing his dream and stubbornly feels that this is the meaning of his existence.

Until his dream was severely trampled on the soles of his feet.

……

Xiang Kai only felt blood red in front of his eyes, and a thought filled his mind, that is to kill all those who dare to deny himself and trample on his works.

Kill them, Xiang Kai, especially the white-haired kid, you can get the title of Twelve Ghost Moons by killing him.

A voice kept bewitching him, urging him to act quickly.

No, not him.

Xiang Kai struggled to find Sato's figure in the red, and finally fixed his eyes on Chloe's back.

He is blocking you, kill him too.

The voice in my head continued.

Yes, those who want to stop him, those who want to stop him from writing, all die!

Xiang Kai roared angrily, and in the next second, bursts of drums sounded, and fierce attacks struck Chloe in an instant.

"He's attacking again!"

Chloe quickly pushed Giyuu beside him and Sato, who had passed out, to the side. He didn't feel pain, and even if he was hurt, it wouldn't be a problem, and others must not be hurt.

Just when the attack was about to touch him, someone suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him back severely.

"Before saving people, you should ensure your own safety first." Saito's voice came from behind, and Chloe raised her head, only to see him say to Yiyong and Undead Chuan on the other side: "I checked, There's no one else in this room, just this ghost."

"Ah, that's easy." Bu Shichuan clenched the knife in his hand, his eyes widened, and he looked at Xiang Kai in front of him with absolute certainty.

"Wait!" Chloe saw that he was about to charge up with a sword swing, and subconsciously called out to him.

"what?"

"Maybe things are not what you think..."

Undead Chuan's footsteps paused for a moment, giving Xiang Kai room to fight back. With a bang, the room turned again. They felt top-heavy and fell down as if they were powerless.

After hearing Chloe's words, Yoshihiro next to him couldn't help but frowned. He grabbed Sato, rolled over and landed firmly, and immediately rushed forward with his sword drawn: "Don't sympathize with the ghosts! There is no reason for them Justify the act of murder!"

"Yiyong be careful!"

Sabito behind him reminded him, Yoshio braked vigilantly, and a tile from the ceiling hit him in front of him, making a heavy muffled sound.

One of the load-bearing walls of the house that Undead River had just cut off, coupled with the constant tumbling of the house, at this moment the roof above their heads was already crumbling and was about to fall down.

Xiang Kai struck another drum without haste, and his figure disappeared immediately.

Chloe remembered the drumbeat he heard when he entered the door before, and probably understood his actions: "His drum may still have the ability to teleport, and now he should be taken to the downstairs room."

When Sato heard the words, he glanced at the ceiling, "We have to leave quickly, or we will be hit."

After that, they turned over and jumped out of the window together. The height of the second floor was obviously nothing. After they landed, they saw the second floor of the house collapsed, and the house was instantly shorter.

After Undead River returned to the ground, Lian rushed towards the door again. The moment the door was opened, the drum sounded again. They were no longer facing the door before entering the door, but a strange room.

"This ogre is hiding in the house with his vampirism. It may take some time to find him." Sato put the fainted Sato under the tree next to him, and followed Undead River.

"Cut, just chop up all the rooms." Undead Chuan swung his knife, intending to carry out simple and rough routine operations.

"Wait a minute!" Chloe rushed up and hugged his legs quickly, "I will pay a lot of money for destroying the house! Do you want to go to jail!"

"This is a ghost's house, and ghosts won't call the police!"

"...That's right." Chloe was stunned for a moment, and felt that what he said was quite reasonable, so she quickly let go of her hand.

Sato pulled him to the side of Yiyong, "You two wait outside, I will come with Undead Chuan as we go."

Although the blood ghost technique used by this ghost is rather peculiar, he looks like a new ghost with little combat power. Satu and Undead Chuan should be able to easily deal with it.

Giyuu nodded and watched them enter the room without saying a word.

The sun had completely set below the mountain in the west, and the sky was gradually getting darker. From time to time, there were loud bangs and bangs in the house, and the whole house was shaking. Chloe listened to the movement inside, and carefully looked at the scene standing beside him. of bravery.

His expression was indifferent, and Chloe felt that Yiyong was probably angry because he blocked Undead Chuan from killing ghosts just now.

But when Xiang Kai first met him, he clearly saw through his identity as a ghost hunter, but he didn't show any killing intent, and even showed him his own work. Maybe he really didn't have any malicious intentions at first.

But Yiyong is right, no matter what the reason is, killing someone should be punished, since Xiang Kai has already made a hurtful move and wants to put Mr. Sato to death, then they can't show mercy.

Chloe wanted to turn around and explain to Yi Yong the reason for what she said just now, but she opened her mouth but didn't know where to start, so she let out a long sigh.

He turned around to check Mr. Sato's situation, but found that he was lying on the ground with his hands clasped together, his eyelids were shaking constantly.

"...Mr. Sato, why don't you wake up when you wake up."

Sato didn't open his eyes, but the shaking became bigger and bigger, and he kept muttering something in his mouth. Chloe leaned over to listen, and it turned out that he was hypnotizing himself: "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming...it's not real it's not real..."

Chloe made a small needle, held it in her hand, and pricked him hard.

"Ah!" Sato opened his eyes suddenly, jumped up, and wanted to run and hide behind the tree: "The ghost is coming! Help me!"

Chloe dragged him back, seeing his terrified look, she immediately lost her temper: "You know you're scared now! Why did you go so early? Why did you say such exaggerated things just now!"

"I, I, and I were just telling the truth... Who knew he could not stand the blow," Sato glanced around, and found that he was not in any danger at the moment, so he calmed down a little, and gradually gained confidence in his speech: "That guy's own writing is terrible, why don't you allow me to say it?"

"I don't mean that! I mean your disrespectful behavior. You stomped on his article! I can see it clearly."

"Then, so what! He is not a human being, so what if I step on it, such a monster should be cast aside!"

Chloe's eyes widened. He wanted to vent all the suffocation that had just accumulated in his chest, Sato in front of him, and Yiyong's voice broke in: "They came out."

He turned his head, only to see Immortal Chuan and Sato coming out of the entrance with normal expressions.

"Where's the ghost?"

"Cut it off."

Hearing Undead Chuan's answer, Chloe quickly grabbed Sato's arm and rushed towards the house quickly.

"Wait...it hurts!" Sato burst into tears, he just felt that his arm was about to be taken off by this white-haired kid.

The house was in a mess, all the furniture fell crookedly together, and the floor was full of debris. Chloe opened the door and searched one by one, and finally found Xiang Kai in a remote compartment.

His head and body have been completely separated, and half of his body has been reduced to ashes when he fell on the ground. Those red eyes have returned to their original blue color, and he is staring blankly at the moment, thinking about something.

Seeing the two people who broke in suddenly, he was a little surprised. Chloe dragged Sato to him and made a strong request: "Apologize for your rude behavior before!"

Sato was stunned for a moment, then shook off his arm: "Why! I don't want to be with such a monster! Look, he's going to be wiped out!"

After finishing speaking, he ran out in a scrambling manner, avoiding this room, as if he would suffocate if he stayed there for a second longer.

"Hey! Why are you running! Come back!" Chloe wanted to stop him, but Sato disappeared in no time, so he could only stand where he was and said angrily, "What a coward!"

"It's... no longer needed..."

Xiang Kai's voice came from behind, and Chloe turned her head, only to see him staring at her blankly, with sadness and unwillingness in his eyes, and other emotions he couldn't understand: "Little brat...Xiaosheng asked you , do you think my article is well written..."

Chloe didn't dare to answer. The reason why he noticed Xiang Kai's manuscript was because it was tainted with the smell of ghosts. In fact, he had never read his article at all, so he was not qualified to express his opinion at all.

Xiang Kai waited for a long time, but Chloe didn't answer, and he didn't care too much, just continued to say: "Everyone I meet tells me that you are a worthless person, when I meet you That adult, he also said the same thing, since it is useless, why not become a ghost? I... I agreed, because there is no place for me in this world, to be a ghost, to gain A little sure, maybe that’s not bad, but thinking about it now, it’s impossible.”

Chloe heard the sadness in his tone, he wanted to say something to comfort him, but he couldn't say anything.

Xiang Kai probably thought that he had the same thoughts as those people, and smiled sadly, as if he was laughing at himself: "Maybe it is really like what they said, I am a complete waste, whether I am a human or a ghost It has no value and should never have been born in this world."

No one in the room spoke, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet for a moment. Chloe could hear the sound of slowly burning out like confetti, and he knew that it was Xiang Kai who was disappearing bit by bit.

In the extremely suppressed silence, Chloe suddenly felt something rubbing against his ankle. He looked down and found that the gray cat he had just sent back to Akutagawa's house had appeared at his feet at some point. There are two pieces of paper in his mouth.

"Kintaro, why are you here?" Chloe knelt down, picked up the two pieces of paper that the gray cat was holding in her mouth, and saw from the handwriting that it was the manuscript of Hibiki Kai, which may have been brought by Sato before. The one from Mr. Akutagawa's house.

Chloe picked it up and took a closer look, only to find that the two pieces of paper were different from the ones she had seen before. There were more traces of revisions between the lines, and at the end of the article there were four short and scribbled words: well written, with A paw print of a small plum blossom.

After thinking about it, there was only one person who could make such an evaluation. Chloe quickly turned to Xiang Kai who was about to disappear and said, "You are not a useless person! Look! Your article was approved by Mr. Akutagawa ! He said you wrote well!"

However, when he finished speaking, Xiang Kai's figure had completely dissipated into the air, and Chloe didn't know if he heard what he said.

"He heard it."

A strange voice sounded beside her, Chloe was startled, and looked around vigilantly, but didn't see anyone.

"I am here."

Chloe lowered her head, and the gray cat sat on the ground, licking its front paw gracefully.

"Kintaro?" He opened his mouth in disbelief, besides crows, even cats can talk these days?

"My name is not Kintaro, my name is Kinnosuke, ah, I don't call it that name anymore." The gray cat looked up at him, Chloe didn't see it open its mouth, he thought the cat might know ventriloquist or something .

[Answer, it’s not ventriloquism. This cat has extremely strong spiritual power, and it has communicated with you. Others would not be able to hear its voice. 】

It turned out to be like this... No, how can a cat have spiritual power?

Chloe had only communicated with Coney with his mind, and at that time Coney had already...

"Yes, I'm dead."

As if seeing through what he was thinking, the cat in front of him replied.

"I was a human being when I was alive. After my death, my soul was scattered all over the world and turned into a cat, protecting everyone who wrote stories."

Chloe didn't expect the conversation to develop in a supernatural direction. He was so surprised that he didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he heard a voice from outside the door: "Chloe, come out, we have to go."

It was Sato's voice, probably because he had stayed in this house for too long, which made them a little worried.

"You give this manuscript to the editor outside, and he'll know what to do."

Before leaving, the gray cat handed him the two manuscripts. Chloe nodded and hurried out of the room.

"Finally I'm willing to come out." Standing outside, Undead Chuan saw him running out, and immediately squinted his eyes to look him up and down, with an unkind expression on his face: "What are you doing in there? Singing a requiem for ghosts?"

Chloe knew that he was also very dissatisfied with what she had just said for the ghost, so she shook her head without saying anything, walked straight towards Sato, handed him the manuscript in her hand, and said with a cold face on purpose: " Here, take it."

"This, this is..." Sato took the manuscript in a daze, glanced at it, and then his eyes lit up: "This handwriting is..."

Chloe didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she turned and left without saying a word.

……

They returned to the wisteria house, and the next morning, while having breakfast, Fujiya's mother-in-law brought a newspaper.

"Kintaro put this at the door."

"Grandma, it's not Kintaro, it's Kinnosuke."

"Hehe, I'm so old that I can't remember anything." The mother-in-law who was corrected by Chloe several times smiled kindly, and walked away with the plate, still muttering: "Kinnosuke, and Natsume-san had the same name before."

Chloe picked up the newspaper by the table, spread it out, and looked at it. She wanted to see if the article was published by Sato, but she was attracted by a very inconspicuous section on the lower right.

He took a closer look, carefully read the full text, and then sighed: "In society, something just happened from heaven."

"What's wrong?" Satoshi who was sitting next to him looked over suspiciously.

It turned out that Chloe had read a report, which described a roadside robbery in the next town a few days ago. The thief was an eleven or twelve-year-old child, and the thief was an extremely weak girl. The child not only stole the girl's wallet, but also pushed the girl to the ground very roughly. Who knew that the girl was hiding something, and directly dislocated the child's arm with a backhand. He brought two bodyguards, grabbed the child and beat him up. The child cried so loudly that he directly attracted the police. It was later discovered that the girl had an unusual background. With the support of Qian's big family, in order not to make things worse, the police directly put the child in prison, and promised the girl that he would have to work as a coolie for at least five years before releasing him.

Although the content was ups and downs, Chloe was very satisfied with the final ending and resonated strongly, "Sure enough, dramas all come from life, and people who write novels dare not write like this."

Sato and Yiyong looked at each other calmly, and tacitly did not express their opinions.

The author has something to say: something has happened around me recently, so it has been delayed for a few days, I am really sorry QAQ

In fact, that cat is Mr. Natsume Soseki, refer to the ability setting in the little wild dog~

I hope that every author in the world can meet a cat who silently guards you qwq【Blessing from a catless person

Another: Natsume-sensei has been guarding Akutagawa's side, Akutagawa likes to eat sweets like red beans, so at the beginning, Natsume-sensei took the hagi pancake away, and wanted to give it to Akutagawa