non-human secret history

Things seem to be unfolding in a direction I couldn't expect, but no matter how I think about it, there always seems to be an inexplicable sense of disobedience-I have seen the wounds on Ootengu's body before, and if his wounds healed If it is calculated before, it should be after being dragged back from the ghost clan by Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi anyway.

I don't think Yoichi, who has been with us all this time, has the opportunity to sneak around the border of the Oni clan, but I don't think Ootengu's feeling will be wrong—after all, he is a guy who can determine the blood of his relatives just by his breath. No matter how sophisticated the disguise is, something like aura cannot be easily concealed.

At least in my opinion, there is probably only one situation in which the disguise that can deceive the Ootengu is better, and that is that the pretender is the person being disguised.

Such years are undoubtedly absurd, but otherwise, I really can't think of a more reasonable explanation.

——Perhaps there is more than one "and one" in this world.

Just like there is probably more than one "I" in this world.

I don't quite know whether it is possible for the me who originally belonged to this world and the present self to meet between time and space. According to the normal development, the current "me" is probably experiencing life and death in the ghost family's own house. And the Yoichi of this world also followed Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou well.

At the same time, I am here, so maybe there is another "Yuyi" in this world, hiding in a corner.

Such a statement is like a fool's dream——

--etc?Dream?

I suddenly shivered.

Day after day is always full of reality, and in the overlapping of such time, I have almost forgotten the boundaries of this world-why am I here?What have I been through?

"The boundary between dreams and reality is not clear."

"When you are in a dream, you often forget that you are in a dream, so that you take some illogical things as reality."

There seemed to be some ethereal voice suddenly sounded in my ear—it seemed to be a voice engraved deep in my memory, so hazy that I couldn't tell who the owner of the voice was.

I don't remember who said these words to me under what circumstances, and I don't know why such content suddenly became very clear-but that voice just continued to echo in my head.

"Just like you can't remember what happened in a dream in reality, you can't remember what happened in reality in a dream."

"This is also proof that you are in a dream."

No, it's not like that—

I subconsciously felt something was wrong and wanted to refute, but I didn't even know who was speaking.

"When you start to realize that you are in a dream, you may recall to a certain extent what happened in reality."

"So you must imprint what I said in the deepest part of your memory, so that you can recall it immediately when you find yourself in a dream—"

"This is the way to get you out of the dream, that is—"

"Breaking the order of this world."

——This is not right!

"—Destroy those things that you believe cannot be changed, and then you will find the edge of the dream, and from there, you can return to the real world."

"Dreams are cages, and this is the only key."

The person who spoke seemed to have calculated all my doubts, but the more this happened, the more I felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience——

"What's wrong? You don't seem to be looking well."

The big tengu on the side was a little puzzled, obviously aware of my abnormality.

I turned to look at him—this reaction was too real anyway.Obviously, I was still communicating in a very ordinary way before, but now I want to judge whether everything in front of me is fabricated by my wishful thinking, or is it a dream created by someone?

The big tengu in front of me is fake, the Yu Yi I suspected before is fake, Tong Mo who shouldn't be here is fake, even...even the tenderness of that man is fake?

Or maybe I just don't want to believe that these things are just my dreams.

But the words that appeared in my mind at a very inappropriate time still made me a little shaken.

I made up my mind.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something unimportant."

When I said this, I couldn't help but looked at Daitengu with my eyes, trying to find some clues from him-even though I knew very well that doing so would only be futile.

If there is an effect, it is more than making the big tengu feel that my words and deeds are abnormal.

"What are you looking for?" Looking at me like this, the big tengu also faintly has a tendency to explode.

"I..." Being suddenly pointed out, I had no choice but to look away awkwardly, but for a while I didn't know how to explain.

——If this is really a dream, why is there no sudden change of scene at such an embarrassing moment?

I can't help but think so.

But the atmosphere just froze in place.

It's just that the sudden silence gave me a sense of peace of mind from the bottom of my heart.

How should I choose when I am constantly struggling between dreams and reality, between reality and illusion?

——Perhaps such a question does not require me to decide. If this place is really just a dream, it may not matter if I have been immersed in this place without waking up.

At least here, for me, is also true in a certain sense. At least in this world, I have found something very important that I have never had before.

So, finally relaxing, I actually let out a soft, inappropriate laugh—just for a brief moment.

"Maybe I care too much about things I shouldn't care about." Turning my head to look at Daitengu, I raised the corners of my lips: "If I can be so chic when making decisions like Lord Daitengu, maybe I won't You're stuck in a tangled situation from which you can't escape."

Having seen his appearance, I also know how much he cares about the girl named Nana, how much he hates Genji who has always been in chaos and abandoned, and the ghost clan that forced the two to separate, but facing that When the half-blooded ghost was about to seek revenge, when faced with the turmoil of the ghost clan, he still did not choose to take action against the ghost clan because of such grievances.

——This may be for the "righteousness" he said every day, but no matter how you think about it, making such a decision is by no means an easy task.

"Decision...?" Ootengu didn't respond to me any more, just twisted out the word and repeated it.

After a long time, there seemed to be a wry smile on his face: "It's just the best choice, this kind of thing has been very clear from the beginning, since there is no other choice, it's better to set foot on it one day earlier. "

Because Ootengu's physical condition is still not fully recovered, at this time, he still needs quiet cultivation, so I didn't continue to pester him to talk.

After leaving his room, the cool night wind lifted the corners of my clothes—the weather was getting colder, and the place where Ootengu lived was in the mountains, so the night looked extraordinarily cold.

I couldn't help but reach out and stroke the other arm.

The coolness of the night infiltrates the skin, making my fingertips feel colder than usual.

"Such a cold touch..." I muttered softly, "No matter how you look at it, it seems real."

Probably because there are no talking partners around, so the entanglement between dreams and reality that has just been suppressed just now seems to be faintly recovering.I can't help but start thinking wildly about everything that happened during this time.

——But recalling this kind of thing has a three-point hazy color, and it is really difficult for me to find proofs of truth or falsehood in this world.

"Why are you standing here?"

It was only when a familiar voice rang in my ears that I suddenly realized that I seemed to have been standing there for a long time—the night dew stained on my body almost soaked my entire shirt.

"Wu Mi." I turned my head to meet those red eyes and called out softly.

He stepped up to my side, took my hand into his palm very familiarly, but frowned in an instant: "It seems to be colder than usual?"

I pressed my forehead against his shoulder, and this sudden initiative made his body stiff for a moment.

"I'm a little dazed." With a muffled voice, I said, "I'm not sure whether what's happening now is real or a dream. I don't know how to believe—"

A familiar force came from my back, and the distance between me and him was instantly erased.

"There is no need to doubt." His voice rang in my ear, close at hand, with a stronger attraction than the hollow voice in my head: "The only thing that you are by my side is There's no need to have any doubts."

"Real? Dream? This kind of boring judgment is really meaningless."

"Your past and future, your dream and reality, your body and mind, all of you—" He pressed closer so that his fangs almost touched my earlobe: "These should all be mine. "

"You just need to..."

"Just stay here."

——This is not the answer I want.

In other words, what he said would make me even more unable to see the boundary between dreams and reality, but when his cool lips slid down my ears to my neck, when I was held in his arms, When I feel the two hearts whose beating rhythms are becoming more and more similar through the cloth, I finally have no time to entangle the authenticity of this world.

At least the unsolvable knot between me and him is real.

At least I don't need to have any doubts about the fact that I'm in love with him.

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