Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

The answer is no.

In order to avoid controversy, I hereby clarify that Mozun is completely flirting with girls, Comrade Zhou Runhui's position in the Wannian general attack will not be shaken, over

Chapter 83 Goodbye, the person who owes me a New Year's gift [Principal CP10%, head vs. Yan Lanyu 90%]

Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face changed subtly, and suddenly he showed a not-so-serious smile.

Seeing his expression, Chuhe knew that there would be no good things. Sure enough, he smiled and asked Maha: "My dear, since you have eaten people, mom has seen you, and disasters have happened, how about you?" Are you planning to go back to the sea of ​​blood after coming down? Your father and I are in a bad mood recently, if I miss you, I will chop you into three or five yuan..."

Maha asked back: "Who do you think is more likely to chop whom into three or five pieces?"

The wind howled, and the sky and the earth changed color.The huge movement made by the magic dragon finally alarmed the priests in the outer palace in the distance. On the rolling mountain road covered with white snow, shrines and shrines were lit up one after another.

With a loud bang, the giant dragon slammed into the vermilion torii gate not far away, opened its bloody mouth, and let out an earth-shattering roar!

The father and son looked at each other in the strong wind, and for a long time Maha slammed his sword, the metal rubbed against each other, making an eardrum-tearing sour sound.

"You no longer have any binding force on me. The old man should obediently withdraw from the stage of history, and stop interfering with others."

Zhou Hui smiled and said, "Don't talk too much, whoever will withdraw from the stage of history is still uncertain. But I am quite sure that you will withdraw from the stage of life..."

Chuhe's eyebrows twitched.

However, there was no expression of anger on Maha's frosty face. On the contrary, he raised his chin slightly and stared at Zhou Hui condescendingly. A strange light flickered in the corners of his eyes under his eyelashes: "Put down mother." He said lightly, " When you die, don't let my mother stand in front of you."

Chu He shot suddenly, but in the next second, Zhou Hui grabbed his collar and threw it back vigorously, then raised his knife and rushed straight in front of Maha!

Chuhe landed steadily, and said sharply, "Zhou Hui! Maha!"

In the hurricane, this pair of father and son with demonic blood were fighting fiercely. The clash of swords was like a violent storm raging across the border, emitting thousands of bright lights that make it hard to open your eyes!

The vermilion wooden pillars broke and toppled one after another, and then landed heavily, making a dull bang on the bluestone corridor.

"Are you two sick?" Chuhe said angrily, "If you don't make a mess, you will die, right?!"

At the same moment, on the altar of the temple.

Yan Lanyu firmly grasped the edge of the gap in time and space, and the terrifying blue fire erupted all over her body when the spell burned.Not far away, Yoshida Aida sat kneeling beside him with blood on his face, and he shook his head vigorously before regaining his sanity.

"Master... Master Uncle..." A Tantric sect disciple with half of his body crushed in the collapsing rubble reluctantly called out, "Please do me a favor, Master Aida..."

"Damn it!" Yoshida Aida cursed in the shock, got up staggeringly, kicked the big broken brick on the disciple's body, and then turned around and staggered towards the disciple, regardless of whether the disciple could struggle to get out. Yan Lanyu rushed forward.

I saw a huge suction force erupting from the space-time gap, almost sucking half of Yan Lanyu's body into it.However, at the same time, countless unjust souls lingered around him, they were crying and flying, stretching out countless withered hands in the air, grabbing his ankles tightly, and nailing him to the ground.

It must be the innumerable wraiths that Ise Jingu has sealed for hundreds of years. Its power is so strong that it has almost materialized—only two clear black handprints appeared on Yan Lanyu's ankles, just like a horror movie. The traces of being touched by ghosts in the film are simply creepy at first glance.

"damn it!"

Frustrated, Aida took out the last spell in the enchantment, quickly recited the spell, and then a rare black fire ignited in the spell.

"Go to hell with me—" Aida cursed loudly, and slapped the spell hard on Yan Lanyu's celestial cap!

With a slap of the ground, the stellar energy spread in all directions, the ghost screamed and flew away, and the breathless wind around was cleared away.

Yan Lanyu's body suddenly lost its support, and Yin Shihun let out a long, long-lasting scream, and then his entire body was swallowed into the space-time gap!

With a sound of brushing, the gap closed, and Yan Lanyu's figure disappeared into the void.

Darkness, nothingness.

Time stopped flowing, the air was so light that there was no sound, and the void was like a vast and boundless sea.

Yan Lanyu tried her best to stretch out her hand, but his body sank slowly, and he could only watch helplessly as the only light above his head rose and went away.

...What is this familiar feeling?

Yan Lanyu's eyes widened, but the pupils were blank and out of focus.

Yes, it is death.

Countless shattered pictures flashed like a tide in all directions, swirling and falling one after another.

That was really a segment from many, many years ago.

……

"Mr. Yan, we suspect that you are related to a software engineering leak, please come with us."

"What are you doing? I'm just a lecturer... Hey! Let me go!"

The old picture shot down like a screen, in the yellow light and shadow, a group of people forcibly handcuffed the man surrounded by them, put them into the car, and then drove away in the car exhaust smoke.

The door of the house opened behind him, and the wind picked up the newspaper in the living room, and it flew to the ground.

In the darkness, Yan Lanyu's sluggish face was pale and cold, like a puppet, and even the last bit of feeling disappeared.

However, the tide-like images continued. They were demons spreading from the depths of the sea, spreading their giant hands to wrap him up, crush him, and squeeze him into a ball of blood foam mixed with bones and dregs from the inside out.

There was a stench in the dark prison cell. A skinny young man fell on the iron bed, his wrists and ankles were locked with rusty iron rings, and the blood-stained chains extended to the corner of the wall.

There was a crash not far away, and the door of the cell opened.A few people in uniform rushed in, and respectfully invited an old man with white beard and hair in an onmyoji uniform.

"Is this the lecturer from Dongda?" The old man glanced at the motionless young man on the iron bed and asked hoarsely.

"Yes, my lord. He is an intelligence officer who has sneaked into our country's top-secret experimental project. We tracked him down for half a year before catching him, but no matter how much we tortured him, we couldn't force out his contacts and more information about the other party's spy organization." ..."

The old man looked at the young man with his pure white eyes. Although the other party's eyes were open, they were expressionless and could not even see any signs of being alive.

"Can I take him?"

"This--"

The old man saw the hesitation of the other party, and said slowly: "If you don't say this, you won't say it even if you are tortured to death, not to mention he is about to die. There are very few people with such age, gender, and four-poster horoscope. What is rare is that I have been looking for such an extremely strong soul for too long..."

Several people hurriedly said yes humbly, and the old man said again: "Don't worry, I will greet your Metropolitan Police Department."

He raised his wrinkled hand and patted it slowly. There were a few bangs in the air behind him, and a few low-level shikigami suddenly appeared. He lifted it up on the cold iron bed.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" The change of posture caused the young man to press into his abdominal cavity, and suddenly let out a hoarse and unpleasant cough, bringing out large swaths of dark red blood foam.

The old man watched with drooping eyelids, and saw the shikigami carrying him towards the outside of the cell. When passing by, the young man suddenly raised his head and said hoarsely: "...I won't say anything... ..."

"It doesn't matter," the old man said calmly.

"Anyway, from now on, no one will hear your voice again."

In a different dimension, Yan Lanyu's body was suddenly transformed by the vast void space, just like time and stars shifting backwards, and the next moment his feet touched the ground.

He was like a doll without feeling, he turned his head after a while and looked behind him.

Yes, he remembered here.

This is an abandoned Japanese-style building, empty and withered, covered with dust and cobwebs.

All the windows were blocked by blackened wooden strips in all directions, and the light came in from the gaps in the wooden strips, reflecting on the ground, the wall, and the tightly welded iron fence at the door.

The afternoon light is so blurry, and the dust floats slowly in the light, like the silent plankton in the deep sea.

Yan Lanyu's eyes were scattered and unfocused, and it took a long time to land on a wooden pillar erected in the middle of the big house.

There was a young man hanging from it.

The young man's head was drooping weakly. Although his feet were on the ground, his whole body was leaning forward. Only his hands, which were separately bound on the wooden frame, were used as support points to prevent him from falling to the ground.

His face was gray, the damp gray of the rainy season, and even his chapped lips were the same color.His nose bridge was straight and his outline was deep, and he had not completely lost the shape of his facial features; but his eye sockets were sunken and black, like a dead corpse in embarrassment.

Yan Lanyu's gaze fell on him without any fluctuation.

It was a horrible body.

On his chest, arms, and thighs, there were traces of a large piece of muscle gouged out by a knife, and the flesh and blood turned black and dried, revealing thick white bones.The hideous and terrifying wound emitted a strong odor, attracting mosquitoes to buzz and fly, vying to attach themselves to the rotting flesh.

The frightening thing is that at this point, he is still not dead.

Although it was hard to notice, his chest was still rising and falling slightly.

Why not die?Yan Lanyu looked at him and thought.

Why have I not died yet at this point?

He took a staggering step forward, followed by another step, and finally stood unsteadily in front of the young man, gasped for a moment, and stretched out his hand to the gray and thin neck.

—End my suffering.

That's it, quickly end my pain...

However, at the next moment, his fingers pierced through the young man's neck, like an imaginary image without substance, directly pierced out.

It's the same again, and it's the same again.

The past has passed, and history is frozen in the pages of the book, which cannot be changed no matter what.

Yan Lanyu looked at the man in a daze, her lips trembled violently, tears slowly poured out of her eyes, and he let out a suppressed, trembling and hoarse cry.

The iron door clanged open, and the sound of footsteps approached from a distance.

I saw two onmyojis in hunting clothes walking into the big house. They were both young, in their early twenties, and their appearance carried the familiarity of time travel after many years—one was Yoshida Aida, and the other was the later head of the Tantric sect. You Qizhi.

Tianyou Qizhi stood at the door with folded arms, looked around with interest, and said nothing.

On the contrary, Aida Yoshihiro took a closer look, but didn't see Yan Lanyu who was beside him in another time and space. He covered his nose and shook his head: "Tsk, why is this person still alive after so long."

"It won't be so easy," Tianyou Qizhi said, his voice had a thicker and careless flavor when he was young: "This is the process of refining the soul, and the resentment of the Yang Shihun must accumulate to a certain level before it can be sent to the underworld. Woolen cloth."

"Wouldn't it be a long time to suffer like this?"

"more or less."

"It's really tenacious!" Aida Yoshiro shook his head with emotion, pulled out a strangely shaped short dagger from his back waist, and turned around to ask: "——Where do you want to cut today, Senior Brother Tianyou?"

They looked at each other for a moment, Tianyou Qizhi blinked and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter where... hurry up."

In the void where no one could see, Yan Lanyu gasped in pain, shaking violently all over her body.

His nails dug into the flesh of his palm, and because of too much force, bright red bloodstains overflowed from his fingers, but he didn't respond.

He knew what was going to happen next.

He knew what pain it was.

Why go through it all over again?

The humiliation and despair that I have tried to forget at all costs, why do you have to experience it again alive in front of your own eyes when time suddenly turns and fate tricks people? !

Aida seemed to be very interested in this kind of bloody thing, he looked around the young man, the blade stuck to the gray face, but then moved away.

"Well, sure enough, it's easier to attack where there is more meat," he said to himself, but when his eyes touched the buzzing mosquitoes, he couldn't help but feel a little bit less interested.

"With such a dirty look, I don't know how many days I can live."

Aida casually chose the outer edge of the thigh wound where a piece of muscle had been gouged out, and stuck the blade on it.I saw that the instrument of torture was very special, there was a sharp spoon shape under the tip of the knife, shining with a cold light; if the blade was pierced, and the instrument of torture was slightly twisted, the whole piece of muscle could be easily dug out.

Yan Lanyu reached out her hand in vain, but it was useless.

He is a phantom that travels through time and space, a resentful soul who returned to the world from hell.

He tried to grab Aida's hand again and again, but passed through the air again and again.He let out a desperate cry, choked with distorted sobs like a trapped animal, but no matter what he tried, it didn't work.

don't want……!

Don't do this to me!

stop!stop! !

However, he could only watch Aida easily pierce the tip of the knife into his body with eyes full of resentment, digging out a hideous piece of flesh and blood.

Yan Lanyu knelt on the ground, thrust her convulsive fingers into her hair, and let out a trembling cry like a ghost.

"Okay, let's go back and deal with business," Aida Yoshihiro turned around and said lightly.

"uh-huh."

Tianyou Qizhi stood up from the wall he was leaning against, and just as he walked towards the door, he suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?" Aida asked.

"..."

Tianer Qizhi did not answer, but turned his head and stared at the young man on the wooden frame who was trembling slightly due to pain and whimpering vaguely, with a puzzled expression.

"What's the matter, brother?"

Tianyou Qizhi frowned, stood quietly for a while, and then shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing... It's just that I heard crying just now, and I thought it was a little strange."

Aida smiled and asked, "Did you hear wrong?"

"I don't know. It sounds very miserable. It seems to be... a cry that makes people feel uncomfortable."

Tianyou Qizhi also seemed to feel a little ridiculous, smiled and waved his hands, and walked out the door.

I don't know when it started, Tianer Qizhi would often come to this abandoned big house to wander around twice.

Sometimes he came with Aida, mostly for executions; more often, he came alone, as if studying some profound issue, looking up and down the scarred young man with curiosity and interest.

Sometimes he also brought some wine, but he just poured it for himself, as if he didn't care about the smell of decay and dilapidation at all.

"It's really amazing to be a lecturer at Dongda University at this age."

"The weather is getting colder and colder. Where is your home? What is your hometown like this season?"

"No wonder the master wants to use you to refine the yin and yang dual souls, so why are you still alive?"

……

The young man's body became more and more corrupt, and he spent all day in a coma.

However, Tianyou Qizhi didn't care, he seemed to have found some kind of pleasure in this way of getting along with himself, drinking and talking to himself, and sometimes he could spend a whole afternoon happily without saying anything.

"It's said that I've known you for so long, but I still don't know your name." Before leaving one day, he suddenly looked at the young man with a little regret and said.

"If you can still talk, can you tell me your name?"

The young man's eyes were closed and he was not breathing.

Only the extremely inconspicuous rise and fall of his chest can prove that he is not completely dead.

Takashi sighed.

"It's a pity... If you don't know the name, you can't really know each other."

The first snow in winter finally fell, and the white snow mist was blowing up one after another, and the cold wind rolled up the fine ice slag, making whimpering sounds between the window eaves.

When night falls, there are lively voices from afar, and the fireworks are opened in the night, reflecting the gorgeous fireworks.

The iron door of the cell opened again, and Tianyou Qizhi walked in, wrapped in a thick robe, carrying a lantern, and a pot of small wine, wrapped in a cold air, and said with a smile, "Today is New Year's Eve."

"New Year is coming, and today is a day for family reunion. It is said that the fireworks will be set off all night." He sat on the ground, poured himself a glass of wine, and said with a smile, "Hey, I wish myself a happy New Year, good health and a long life...... No need."

The young man's head moved slightly.

At this time, fireworks bloomed in the night sky outside, and the instant light reflected his barely raised eyes.

"..."

"Huh? Are you awake?" Tianyou Qizhi was surprised, put down his glass and asked, "What did you say?"

"..."

The young man's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Tianer Qizhi stood up and walked to him.

The condition of the young man was already very bad. His face was pale gray, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes were cloudy, which was a sign of the number of days.One of his arms was only a skeleton, with dried flesh and blood attached to it; the rest of the body wasn't much better, but it shouldn't be painful anymore.

Tianyou Qizhi looked at him, there seemed to be a little pity in his eyes.

"Well, it's rare that you lasted so long. Let me give you a New Year's gift."

"..."

"You talk about your wish first, and then I talk about mine. It's a fair deal if you have a relationship—as long as you don't ask me to commit suicide, everything else is fine, how about it?"

The young man made an indistinct sound, and Kishi Tenu stared at him with interest.

"……I……"

"kill……"

"kill me……"

There was a long silence in the cell.

The fireworks outside the window rose into the sky, illuminating the sky, and then there was a brilliant explosion when they bloomed.The voices of people farther away, the New Year's Eve festival was very lively, and the wind spread far away.

The cold wind whimpered hissingly through the cracks in the windows.

"Okay," said Akihito Kishi after a long time.

"But you have to tell me your name in exchange. This is the New Year's gift I want."

However, the young man lowered his head, as if he had no extra strength to say a word.

His head was drooping, and there was no sound, as if his heart had stopped beating.Tianyou Qizhi waited for a long time, but could not hear anything except his own breathing.

He finally smiled helplessly.

"...It seems that I should be bounced."

Tianyou Qizhi raised his hand, put his four fingers together, and pressed against the young man's cold chest.

Under the fingertips is a slightly beating heart—it has persisted for so long, so long that one even wants to see it beat like this forever.

"Goodbye, the person who owes me a New Year's gift."

Four fingers easily cut into the chest, and touched the heart amidst the slight brittle sound of bones.

The young man twitched slightly, and then black blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and there was a sound of shortness of breath from his throat.

In the next second, his heart was pierced, and after a violent beating, he collapsed silently.

—he will never move again.

The scarred soul that has persisted for a long time finally roared towards his hometown in the cold north wind on New Year's Eve, through the mountains and wilderness, across the frozen Miyako Strait.

A bell rings in the distance, zero is coming.

The shrine will strike one hundred and eight bells, graceful and solemn, with endless curls.It means that the evil of the old year is driven away, and the blessings of the new year are coming; when the bell stops, it is zero o'clock, and the new year comes to the world in the anticipation of everyone.

Fireworks bloom and laughter is endless.

Tianyou Qizhi pulled out his palm, and there was a slight sound when the flesh and blood rubbed against each other. He looked at the young man's dilapidated corpse, his eyes dim in the shadows.

"……Happy New Year."

He said softly, turned and walked out of the cell.