non-human secret history

There are many weeping cherry blossoms in Mr. Susan's medical hall.Just in time for the flowers to bloom, the originally withered branches were dyed soft pink almost overnight.The low-hanging branches are lowered by cascading and flourishing flowers, which look extraordinarily gorgeous against the sunlight.

Because there is still a little bit of that guy's blood in my body, I am still a little sensitive to sunlight. Although it is not fatal, the direct sunlight will inevitably cause me to have difficulty breathing.

But even so, I still like the extremely clear days, and I often stand under the cherry blossom trees with an umbrella all day long.

At first, Mr. Xu Zuo would blow his beard and stare at me and lose his temper, saying something harsh like "you don't pay attention to your own body, why bother to help you fix it", but after many times, he finally didn't bother to care I.

It's also the young master of the Ubuyashiki family who doesn't look very good, and Mr. Susan really can't tell his mind.

The days passed slowly like this.The flowering period of cherry blossoms is always very short, almost in the blink of an eye, the cherry blossoms full of trees ushered in the season of drifting.And when eating that day, Mr. Xu Zuo seemed to be in a particularly good mood, and even specially asked the medicine boy to warm a cup of sake for him.

"Is there anything good?" I asked casually.

"It's that young master who finally woke up." Yaotong hurriedly replied on behalf of Mr. Xu Zuo.

"That's really a great happy event, and it's worth Mr. Susan's trouble." I picked up a mouthful of green vegetables and agreed with a smile.

"But his illness didn't improve in the end, he just woke up." Although Mr. Xu Zuo's face was a little smug, his worry was not erased.

"That child is really too difficult." Up to this point, Mr. Xu Zuo sighed again, and he put the cup on the table and made a muffled sound.

"But with the treatment of a genius doctor like Mr., he can always live forever." I said.

"According to the current situation, even if he can save his life, he will not live to be 20 years old." Mr. Xu Zuo lowered his eyes, staring blankly at the ripples in the cup: "Unless..."

"unless?"

"Unless he becomes like you, then he will really live forever." Mr. Xu Zuo raised his head, I don't know if it was because of drinking, his cheeks were stained with a blush, and his eyes were also slightly drunk Half awake and confused.

"That is true longevity." He emphasized again.

His words startled me a little.Did he... have the idea of ​​turning the patient into a ghost?

"But that would make him inhuman," I said.

"But after being abandoned by the family, the world doesn't need him anymore."

The originally pleasant dinner finally became silent. After the cups and plates were removed, only long sighs remained in the room.

The second day was another fine weather, but it seemed to be cold in spring, and the air was somewhat cold this day.

As usual, I held an umbrella and went under the cherry tree under the full sun.With the seemingly absent wind, the light pink petals flutter down from time to time. I stretch out my hand and let the falling flowers cover my fingertips.

Just at this time, a not too unfamiliar aura suddenly appeared from behind, the weak one was the aura of young human beings.

Living in the same space with him every day, I am familiar with his existence, but I have never seen him.

Until he stood under the eaves and asked with some doubts: "It's not raining today, why is the girl holding an umbrella?"

His body froze for an instant, and his breathing stopped suddenly when the sound sounded. Only the beating frequency in his chest continued to accelerate, and gradually lost his rhythm.

……It's him?No, why him?How could it be him!

That breath is distinct...

I was stunned for a moment.

As for the breath, people and ghosts are of course different, not to mention that this guy is still sick at the moment, the breath is already weak and tight, but I can't tell the difference——

Emotions are constantly surging, and the hatred that has been accumulated all the time is overwhelming. It can be said that it is not. He was born in the Heian era and turned into a ghost with human power. Isn't that the guy!

Ghost Dance Tsuji...no misery!

Turning around stiffly, I saw that beautiful face - a pair of bright eyes that haven't been dyed red, but his eyes are very light in color, glowing with a different kind of light against the sunlight.

It is a fragile but tenacious living light that can only be seen in humans.

His complexion was pale, but he was a little more bloody than what he had seen before.The moment his eyes fell on my face, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then the whole face was stained with a light, but it seemed to have a gentle smile.

"I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before," he said.

I just feel a little unsteady in my breathing.

illusion?Or is it simply the power of the blood curse.After all, there are still spells left in my body, so why did he perceive something in the dark?

He is indeed Ghost Mai Tsuji, so he is affected by the blood curse, right?

I think so.

But what if it is confirmed?Right now, he is just an ordinary human being.

Or at this moment, he is more fragile than ordinary human beings. He is already suffering from chronic diseases, so weak that he has no strength to resist. I can easily twist his neck by raising my hand.

In this way, the sins he committed in the next thousand years will disappear in an instant, and he will no longer have the opportunity to inject that disgusting blood into my body.

I even moved half a step in his direction uncontrollably, and even raised my arms slightly.But after all, I still let some icy air condense on my fingertips, and I finally put my hand down a little dejectedly.

The last bit of reason left told me, no.

I can't easily hurt a human being, and it's impossible for me to prevent the appearance of Oni Wu Tsuji.Otherwise the entire way the world unfolds could be rewritten.

That might have devastating consequences.

So he can't die, at least he can't die in my hands at this moment.

"It's really a cliché to strike up a conversation." Suppressing the turbulent emotions, I turned my head away.

"But I'm serious." He seems to have a different kind of stubbornness, and after thousands of years of precipitation, this characteristic has finally turned into a terrible paranoia in the future. Destiny is bound together."

"I don't believe in fate, stay away from me." I could clearly feel the trembling of my voice: "Don't give me the anger of your erotic body."

There was a sudden silence behind them.

I suddenly realized that the other party was just a sick and weak boy under the age of 20. No matter how much I complained, it would be too much to say such things to a seriously ill person.

What's more, the child is still innocent at this moment.

Feeling a little uneasy, I turned around, only to see that young man with a half-smile expression on his face, which was cold, and seemed to overlap with the ghost king thousands of years later.

"But if I want to." He said, with an unresistable coercion in his quiet voice: "If I want to get close to you, what can you do?"

"After all, we get along under the same roof. You and I have many chances to meet each other. Where can you escape to?"

The author has something to say:

I made up the entanglement between the boss and the Ubuyashiki family in the Heian period. I didn’t mean to whitewash the boss/black lord.

By the way, the name Tsukihiko is really Showa-style. In theory, it should be the boss’s pseudonym instead of his real name in the Heian era. Then, I think the name Onimai Tsuji is a code name after becoming a ghost.But in order not to create ambiguity, I simply used this name to make do with it.