Anomalous Ability Named World Literature

Ghost Lamp's eyes were like a sharp knife, and the mace ran over the ground, "Duty? Hell is where my duty lies."

Seimei suddenly realized.

Ghost Lamp takes managing and protecting the order and stability of hell as its mission.

"I don't want to fight with Lord Ghost Lantern." Qingming pondered for a moment, and his words hinted at advice, "Under the nest, there will be no eggs. Master Ghost Lantern should understand this truth."

Ghost Lantern held a mace, and said coldly: "Under the collapse of the nest, the first thing to bear the brunt is hell."

Open the gate of the deepest part of the underworld, the underworld is destroyed, and the hole in hell is opened... The boundary between life and death is blurred, the order of death is chaotic, hell will be in chaos, and the ground will also fall into chaos.

Ghost Lamp will never allow this to happen.

Qingming didn't want such a thing to happen, he sighed, "If there is another way, who would want to do this."

But, there is no other way.

They have prepared too long for today.

With soft hair and light blue clothes fluttering, Qingming's eyes showed a hint of apology, followed by resoluteness, with invisible vigor vibrating by his side.

"Under the overturned nest, there are no eggs." Qingming repeated this sentence.

If the world is destroyed, every person and every existence in this world cannot be alone.

Two-phase trade-offs choose the most important.

This hell must be opened if it is not opened! !

This Huangquan must be destroyed if it is not destroyed! !

With Qingming as the center, a violent air wave suddenly oscillated, and spread rapidly to the surroundings, destroying everything around it like wind and churning clouds.

Ghost Lamp stood at the center of the attack, and raised its mace horizontally to block it, long cracks had already appeared on the ground.

"Abe Seimei!!"

With an ice-cold expression, Qingming raised his hand, opened a bat fan, and countless mysterious and powerful magic circles formed under his feet.With a swipe of the folding fan, countless gorgeous light curtains will go straight towards the ghost lamp.

Ghost Lantern charged forward with a mace, smashing the light curtain to pieces, and at the same time leaping closer, waved the mace mercilessly, and slammed heavily at Qingming's forehead with a numbing sound of breaking through the air.

The lantern shattered in mid-air, and bits and pieces of light shimmered down.

Qingming touched the ground lightly, and spun up in mid-air, her clothes and hair were flying, and a piece of light and shadow was still tightly locked on the ghost lamp.

He knew that time was limited, and he had to make a quick decision. In just a few seconds before the ghost lamp broke through the formation with force, he closed the folding fan decisively, and the folding fan shone with a faint blue light, drawing the seal of Kikyo out of thin air.

The raging energy in the underworld has already awakened most of hell, and some people have rushed to the scene, but they were forced by the energy wave to get any closer, and they couldn't see clearly what happened in the center.

As the uneasiness spread, strange big monsters quietly appeared on all levels of hell.

In the center of the strong wind, energy radiates in all directions, Qingming is as elegant as flying. He holds a fan in one hand and a formula in the other.

Ghost Lantern knelt on the ground with a mace in his hand.

After a brief fierce battle, the two resumed their confrontation.

Qingming raised his eyes and looked into the distance, time was running out.

He said: "Lord Ghost Lantern, I can swear an oath."

Ghost Lamp opened his eyes suddenly, his gaze was like lightning.

Qingming's expression was indifferent, as usual, "I am determined to do my best and my life to stabilize hell, so that it will not be completely destroyed."

Ghost Lantern was silent for a while, "Mr. Qingming knows what I'm talking about?"

Under the great momentum of the reconnection of the divided world, hell cannot be preserved yet.Even Qingming, after facing the momentum first, and then turning around to protect Hell... is a matter of near death.

Ghost Lantern showed an extremely complicated expression.

Seimei smiled, "I, Abe Seimei, swear by the rules of the world."

The ghost lamp watched Abe Seimei's back disappear into the dilapidated sea of ​​flowers of the underworld.

He went to the deepest part of the underworld.

The back looks extremely calm.

A jailer hurriedly stepped forward to hold up the ghost lamp, and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?!"

Gui Deng coughed out a mouthful of blood, pushed away the hand that was holding him, and stood up straight with the mace in his hand.

He looked around coldly.

The hell assistant officer spoke again, his voice was cold and majestic, and spread throughout hell.

"Everyone is in his place! Those who dare to go out of hell without authorization, wait to be punished by me!!"

The jailer was stunned, "Master Ghost Lantern?!"

Ghost Lamp grinned ferociously, "Tighten your skin! Next... we have something to do!!"

"……Yes Yes!!"

World A, Yokohama.

Inside the golden cube, the flowers of the underworld suddenly bloomed to the extreme, and the brilliance was almost like weeping blood, and the crazily growing vines even wrapped around the light cocoon in the center.

The more vitality the flower of the underworld grows, the more filthy and dead energy it becomes.

It's coming soon.

Osamu Dazai occupied two seats by himself, sitting staggeringly, playing with bandages in his hands boredly.

"Tsk, it's really slow."

Lan Tang folded his arms and waited aside, staring at Guangcocoon without speaking.

Huang cast a sideways glance at him, ignoring him.

A mature person would never say a word to the black mud spirit.Just let him spit out black mud by himself.

Finally, the ultimate bloom is followed by unstoppable decay.

The scorching flower of the underworld seems to have burned itself out, and it has gone through the process from blooming to withering, withering to ashes in a few blinks of an eye.

A handful of flower embers fluttered, like goose feathers and heavy snow, more like Qingming catkins.

Huang and Lan Tang took half a step forward at the same time.

The light cocoon in the center began to vibrate violently.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he had a long dream, which was not pleasant. He couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly in his sleep, trying to beat someone dirty.

He gritted his teeth in the dream, sparing no effort to frantically squeeze and absorb more energy from the surroundings, completely ignoring the energy disorder in his body, gearing up for it.

When he couldn't absorb more energy, he used his strongest blows.

Finally, he shattered the light cocoon with a punch, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

There is no enemy in front of him, but the worried faces of Lan Tang's father and Huang.

"Chuya, are you feeling alright?"

"...It's okay." Just as Nakaya was about to withdraw his fist silently, he caught sight of Dazai approaching him.

Dazai looked Chuya up and down, and his tone was quite frivolous, "Ah, Chuya~ has grown up a second time~"

Chuya turned around without hesitation, and punched Dazai hard with his clenched fist.

Dazai lightly jumped back a few times, "Chuya has become angry from embarrassment?"

Chuuya was full of strength, and he had never felt so relaxed for a moment.In the past, he always felt the bulkiness and restraint of his body from time to time, but now he feels that he can press Dazai at any time and get a good beat without being out of breath.

But business matters.

Zhong also briefly resonated with Huang in the power awakening, which made him know everything.

He was about to stand up from the light cocoon when he suddenly realized that something was wrong? ?

Chuya: "..."

Zhong Ye silently raised his hand to pick up the curly orange hair hanging on his chest. The curly orange hair grew all the way to his waist. It was fluffy, smooth and shiny, longer than even Lan Tang's father.

Huang touched Zhong Ye's wrist to make sure that his breath was normal and stable, "Very good, he awakened very well."

Lan Tang calmly took out a hair tie for his son, red and crystal strawberry, which Lan Tang carried with him for his daughter.But, my son can also use it~

Chuya: "...can you bring me some clothes first?"

He looked at Lan Tang's hands eager to try to braid his hair, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

His clothes were all shattered by the supernatural power, and now, if his hair wasn't long, he would have to run naked.

Huang reliably prepared clothes for his cheap son, white shirt, black suit, and leather gloves, which seemed to be the style that Zhong also liked.

But—isn't it a little bit considerate that the panties are also ready? !

Lan Tang glanced at the purple underwear subtly before looking at Huang.

It is true that gods cannot be judged by appearances.

Huang was very calm, and even raised an eyebrow at Lan Tang.

Zhong also awkwardly thanked him.

After changing his clothes, Chuya was pleasantly surprised to find that he, he had actually grown taller! ! !

Oh my God!

Chuuya's eyes lit up.

Huang with the height of a male model, a tall and handsome French man, the two parents thoughtfully did not interrupt their son who was ecstatic because of his height.

Dazai is not in this category at all, he asserted with a smile: "Chuya~ the second development is not as high as mine~ this is probably the only way in this life~"

Zhong Ye, who was in a good mood, slanted the bandage, and Jing didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore.

Araki rubbed Chuya's curly hair, "Since there is nothing wrong with you, I should go."

The warmth of the broad fingers on the top of the head.

Chuya still had to look up at Huang, thinking about the scene he saw in his dream, Gao Jie's moon was eroded by filth again and again, he wanted to avoid Huang's touch, but failed to do so.

After struggling for a while, he finally spoke, "You...you pay attention to safety."

Huang was slightly startled, then smiled.

With a gentle smile, he touched Chuya's head again, "Don't worry."

Lan Tang lifted the hand of the cheap father whom his son found at the door from his son's head, and combed his hair.

After going all the way to the end, Lan Tang held Zhongye's curly hair, and suddenly said in a cold tone, "...after everything is over," he paused, "you can come again."

Huang smiled: "Okay."

Dazai listened to the small talk about reorganizing the family with his face propped up, curling his lips boredly.

This flag is more stable than him...

hell.

Seimei meets Izanami.

The Goddess of Huangquan was holding a puppet with her back on her side, dressing him, and her long black hair, as thick as seaweed, meandered across most of the room from behind.

This hair squirmed and rubbed on the corroded floor as if consciously, like surging black magma.

Qingming stood at the entrance of the hall and saluted politely, "Dear Goddess of Huangquan."

Izanami changed the hideous-looking puppet in her arms into a snow-white prison uniform, and her laughter was crisp and cold, like the sound of a pile of bones about to fall.

"It's Qingming." The goddess smiled.

Izanami cherished the puppet and turned her face away, with a small fair face and soft eyes.

Seimei slightly staggered his eyes, as if he didn't see this familiar face, nor did he see the maggots twisted on the goddess's white collarbone and tender skin.Still standing respectfully in place.

"What do you want to do here?" Izanami asked.

Qingming replied, "I would like to make an excuse."

Izanami burst out into a mocking and angry laugh, and with her laughter, the long hair that covered almost half of the ground fluttered anxiously.

Since being betrayed by her lover, this kind-hearted goddess has been twisted in her mind in the long and lonely underworld.Often in madness, rarely rational.

The filth once again covered the goddess's body, and the puppet in her arms was cut into pieces by the unstable divine power around her, and recovered under the divine power.

After repeating this several times, Izanami managed to regain some sanity.

The goddess' voice was so cold that there was no warmth at all, "...is this also Tsukuyomi's idea?"

"Yes."

Izanami doesn't have deep memories of her own son, no matter how good the memories are, they are all faded away in the dark and cold world, only resentment has become the deepest consciousness under the backlog of years.

However, she still remembers or misses the happiness of being a mother.

Izanami turned the puppet's head off casually, "In that case, wayward child."

"I should have known that he would have made it this far."

The goddess muttered to herself.

As he talked, he dismantled the puppet.

"This kid even gave me this big gift..."

"Unknowingly, Yuedu has grown up."

The goddess whispered to herself, but Seimei didn't interrupt her until the voice was too low to be heard before he spoke again.

"Master Huang entrusted me with a message—you should leave here."

The filth has completely submerged the body of the goddess, only one face is still exposed.

Hearing this, Izanami's eyes rolled slowly, she crushed the puppet into powder, lowered her eyebrows and watched the puppet's difficult recovery, a mysterious smile appeared on her face.

"Ah--"

Izanami gave a short laugh.

"leave?"

"Yes. Leave." Qingming said calmly, "Master Huang has a son. It's time for you to have fun with your grandson so that you can enjoy your family."

Izanami's eyes were a bit strange, her own daughter's descendants have been in the underworld for so many generations, she is not even half interested, but for some reason, after hearing Qingming's talk, she became interested absurdly.

The goddess laughed.

Qingming said softly, "Master Huang said that he will come to pick you up with your grandson."

Izanami stood up slowly, the filth slowly faded away, her long hair was like an endless river, "...no need." Her voice was surprisingly soft, "I can't let Yuedu go to hell. He can't bear this filth. "

She walked gracefully, with a soft and light figure, and walked indoors with the puppet in her arms.

"You follow."

Seimei took the lead.

The innermost part of Huangquan Palace is a gate.

The reason why it is called a door is just the definition of life in this world.

It's not just any definable door in the world.

In front of you is a boundless sphere composed of countless bubbles that are constantly merging and splitting.The sticky liquid continued to fall off from the top, flowing on the ground to form a large pool of indescribable filth.

A layer of gauze that seems thin and thick blocks its beautiful light.

Seimei glanced briefly and then looked back in time.

Izanami said, "This is the door."

The sound of bubbling and cracking is weak and continuous, making people tinnitus and dizzy.

"However, this is not its body. It does not exist in this time or space, what is here is just a phantom."

The filth on Izanami's body seemed to echo it, and she took a step back unbearably, "It has been in a deep sleep state, so it can be borrowed here by [Him] as a door to separate the world."

The goddess' stern eyes fell on Qingming's face, "Are you sure you want to open it?"

The author has something to say: unlocked information:

1. Limited Long Hair Long High School also drops~

2. Regarding the door, I borrowed a small part of the concept of Cthulhu's Yogsothoth, which is exciting~~