non-human secret history

I was startled.

The memory of learning these in the first days of my childhood is really a little fuzzy in my mind.I tried my best to distinguish something from those pictures, but before I could see clearly, Hua Ji's sharp laughter came from my ears again.

"Yeah, how can you remember this kind of thing." She raised her chin, and her lips, which were painted as red as if they had been soaked in blood, bent into a beautiful arc: "But you are also a tenacious vitality, Obviously I was poisoned by that kind of poison at that time, and my memory was destroyed by me, but I can still come back alive—"

"But it doesn't matter, it's thanks to you that you are still alive, so I can see such a good show—the blood of Genji..."

I just feel a chill down my spine.

Although the memory of this person is quite dim, in my impression, Hua Ji should be a noble and elegant existence. She may sometimes be a little indifferent and alienated, but at least, at least she is walking with me Someone who lived through most of childhood.

——She shouldn't be in this mad look.

"Why..." The voice trembled uncontrollably, and I asked subconsciously.

Although I already vaguely have the answer deep in my heart, after thinking about the story about my grandpa Chiwa and that human woman I heard from Daitengu before, I may also vaguely guess that Hua Ji has resentment towards grandpa after all. of--

Did she transfer this resentment towards grandpa onto me?

"But... why?"

"Why?" Hua Ji raised her chin slightly: "Because you are Genji, the blood flowing in your body should be cursed from the beginning."

"How noble do you think Genji's blood is, and it is still not enough to continue with my power—" She took two steps in my direction until the dagger was almost touching my skin: "I really want to know , After learning that your blood has been contaminated by Kimai Tsuji, what kind of expressions should those guys have?"

Even though I have already heard such a thing in the mouth of the knee pill, but when this woman confessed, my body still trembled uncontrollably.

I don't know what direction things would have developed if the boy Qie Angang had appeared on the battlefield in time at that time, but it was all thanks to this person that he couldn't help.

This is a woman who is also related to me by blood.

"You... want revenge on Genji?" Taking a deep breath, I almost squeezed the words out of my throat.

"Revenge?" Hua Ji narrowed her eyes contemptuously, she flipped the blade backhand, and looked at me with contempt: "What qualifications do you Genji have to deserve my revenge?"

"But even if I don't make a move, you will fall into misfortune after all. Your family, no, your entire ghost clan will fall into misfortune, and I just need to watch you struggle from the sidelines." That overly beautiful face at this moment It even looked a bit hideous: "Ah - it's really an exciting picture just thinking about it, even if you are a ghost, you have never seen the real Shura Hell -"

Delusion can destroy a person's soul.

I vaguely remember someone saying that to me, but I can't remember who said it.

Just looking at the Hua Ji who has turned into a completely crazy appearance under the crescent moon, I suddenly feel that what I said may be right.

I really don't know what happened between Hua Ji and Grandpa, but it is an indisputable fact that she left her blood in Genji, and my face that is [-]% similar to her is also a good proof.

She was bound by the chain called "marriage" to Genji for hundreds of years. I can't imagine what kind of mood she got along with her grandfather, let alone how he treated her, but what I can see Yes, even now that her grandfather has passed away for hundreds of years, Hua Ji is still not free.

What a pity.

For no reason, a pang of pity suddenly appeared in my heart-even though I knew that such emotions might not be appropriate.

The fate bound by blood will eventually turn into an inescapable cage. Hua Ji is like this, so why not myself.

I'm Genji too.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Suddenly, Hua Ji seemed a little sullen, she raised her hand and swung the dagger straight towards my cheek.

The distance is very close, but fortunately, her movements are not accurate under the madness, and I have been fully on guard all the time, so I took two steps back, and I finally avoided her attack.

She gave an "oh" in surprise, but the disdain in her voice didn't diminish in the slightest.

"Your movement has improved a bit." She withdrew the dagger slightly, and was not in a hurry to attack, but just looked at me: "If your spiritual power is still there, you may also be a difficult opponent."

"Spiritual power?" I raised my voice, and subconsciously circulated the power in my body, so the flame wrapped around the blade of Wakizawa in my hand became slightly brighter.

But in exchange for such a change, Hua Ji sneered again.

"Don't you think it's strange? Why is the spiritual power of the children of Qiancheng, who belongs to water, and Qianchun, who belongs to wood, the spiritual power is fire?" As if to indicate something, the dagger in Hua Ji's hand shone with fire It also suddenly became fierce: "Injecting spiritual power into your body, tearing and destroying your original power bit by bit, your expression at that time was quite good—"

"It's a pity that even your memory was destroyed at the time, otherwise you might still show some wonderful emotions when you mention it now—" While speaking, Hua Ji stuck out her tongue like a letter, and licked it lightly. Licking his own lips: "But your expression now is also very exciting."

"Your physical skills and spiritual power are all given to you by me, do you want to compete with me like this?" Raising the dagger again, Hua Ji suddenly suppressed the smile on her face.And through that beautiful face that seems to be covered with frost, all I can feel is the hatred that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"I……"

"Well, it won't work even if you resist." She raised her hand and held a knife: "Besides, if you don't resist, I won't do anything to you. Rather than killing you directly, I want to see you alive ——Only by living can you perform more good shows for me to watch.”

"For example, watching your companion die, for example..."

"Okay, let's stop here if we quarrel."

Hua Ji's words were only halfway through, when a strange clear voice suddenly came from beside her ear.There was a frivolous and playful smile, but the deepest part of that voice was an elusive nothingness.

——Between the astonishment and fear of facing Hua Ji, I completely ignored the surrounding situation, so that... I didn't notice any strangers approaching at all.

Hua Ji, whose voice was interrupted, also stopped, and the wilderness village became extremely silent for a while, as if the only sound left was the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

——I always feel like something is missing, but I can't feel anything wrong for a while.

"I really didn't expect to meet such a beauty here." The young man who spoke was holding a pair of golden folding fans, and the top of his oak-colored hair was stained with traces like splashed blood.He has a young and handsome face, and the most attractive thing is the pair of iridescent eyes—smiling, yet cold.

"Although it is the waning moon, the scenery is really rare. Besides, I am really lucky to meet such two beauties." He casually walked between me and Hua Ji: "It's just two beauties. It's a pity to have a fight here. Why don't you tell me your troubles, maybe I can help you solve them."

While the young man was speaking, his eyes flicked towards me, whether intentionally or not—I'm sure I've never seen this man before, but just looking at his eyes, I always feel that he seems to know me of.

This inexplicable feeling made me instinctively withdraw a little, but his identity gave me a little urge to get closer.

Because he is a ghost.

Yes, he is also a ghost nourished by the blood of Oni Wu Tsuji, and the smell of blood on his body tells me that his strength should not be underestimated.

Maybe it's winding.

—Wait, winding?

The thought that popped up in my mind made me feel a little dazed, but I seem to have heard the term "Twelve Ghost Moons" somewhere.

Did you hear someone mention it when you were with the little ghosts of the Ghost Killing Squad a long time ago?

No, it seems... Shanyi told me?

But when exactly?

I only felt a slight headache, but I couldn't remember the whole story.

"Ah, someone is here to disturb you." Hua Ji shook her wrist, and took the dagger back directly: "You are really doing your duty, Master Patriarch of the Eternal Bliss Sect."

"You also said that this is my duty." Lightly twisting open a golden folding fan, the young man smiled brightly.

"I'm not in the mood to play this kind of acting game with you." Hua Ji turned around, but half-turned her head as if remembering something: "But I think, if this guy is in your hands, maybe There will be some interesting developments."

"Oh? It's so indifferent..." The young man slowly moved his gaze away, looking at the woman's back with interest, and after a long time, he chuckled softly: "It seems that I don't have the honor to keep you."

"But I don't know if this young lady is willing to watch the moon with me?" He suddenly turned his head and met my gaze unexpectedly.

I subconsciously want to dodge.

"Oh, what are you afraid of?" He approached me very familiarly, and stretched out his hand with pointed long nails at me a little frivolously: "I'm not a bad person. The one just now The young lady has also said that I am the Patriarch of the Bliss Sect, and I am the one who can solve all your troubles."

"Or do you want to leave just like that lady?" Tilting his head slightly, the young man made a slightly sad expression—but I couldn't feel the real sadness in his breath.

"If you don't even want to accompany me to enjoy such a beautiful scenery, it will be too sad." He said, and then the expression on his face brightened again as if remembering something: "Otherwise, I will send you a A present."

"I think this may come as a surprise to you."

"What?" I was a little puzzled.

But at this moment, a slightly familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of me.Even though the aura had turned into a ghost, and a face was hidden in the shadows, making it hard to distinguish, I still recognized the somewhat ignorant young man who used to hold the Yin-Yang spell.

"...and one?"

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Don't ask me where Shanshan has gone, just to look at the moon.