Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

【That child is different from what I imagined.I originally thought he was as cold and serious as snow, but in fact he was a boiling flame, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment, madness, and hatred that he had experienced in his lifetime, and impose it on the world.

He loves flesh and blood, especially human flesh, more than I do.

After all, this is a fact distorted by those people. Although he did not do it voluntarily, it seems that he is very used to this kind of life.

After another day of hunting, I looked at him below and pointed to my cheek, "Here, it's stained with blood." The human body was torn apart, and he showed a pure smile like a child, He wiped his cheek with his sleeve. "Have you been waiting for a long time?" I took a sip of the wine and shook the gourd containing the wine, "It doesn't matter about that kind of thing."

He squinted his eyes and looked like those cats walking in the streets and alleys, showing sharp canine teeth, "Hey, let's go." The ominous flames burned up and burned those torn limbs to pieces The ashes completely destroyed the traces.In this era, there will always be people who disappear and die, and they don't attract the attention of others at all.The guy who never gets in trouble as long as it's not too over the top.

He followed me, the bell on his wrist made a crisp sound, I glanced at his wrist. "What is that?" He shook the bell on his wrist, with an almost innocent expression on his face, "This is the only thing left by the woman who gave birth to me."

I looked away, it was a string of women's bells, but it unexpectedly suited him. 】

Zhong Yuan's expression was a bit complicated. Even though he had long been used to such empathy, there were still considerable emotional fluctuations.Empathy is both his strength and his weakness.Entering into other people's memories, this is what happens, but obviously the orange-haired youth has already developed resistance to this.The young man with light blond hair tapped his shoulder lightly with the demon sword, "Calm down, heart."

I just felt the inexplicable emotion in my heart suddenly dissipate, and Zhongya blinked his sapphire blue pupils, "Thank you." The drug seller nodded slightly, "Don't, I was emotionally affected."

The surrounding scenes suddenly fast-forwarded, with two evil spirits as the protagonists, the story gradually unfolded.

The black-haired evil spirit is always drinking, and there is always a white-haired evil spirit beside him. Could it be that the two of them are friends?There are also some doubts in the Central Plains.He has subordinates, bosses, and partners, but when it comes to friends, if you think about it carefully, no one can be called his friend.Although this word will always appear in one place or another, in the mouths of this person and that person.But there is no doubt that he never had any real friends.

Are friends like this?

All he saw was a black-haired evil spirit who didn't care, and a white-haired evil spirit who didn't care whether the other party cared about him.Moreover, he also discovered many details from the surrounding fast-forward scenes. He lowered his eyes, and the story quickly entered the next chapter.

The scene changed again, the flames of war were scorched, the earth was bloody, and the smell of gunpowder was everywhere.

The black-haired demon's clothes were torn, blood flowed from his forehead, and half of his cheek was wet. He looked at the man in front of him.

The man holding the gun knocked off the ghost's head without any hesitation.

[As long as it exists, it will leave traces.

His cannibalism was finally discovered by those troublesome onmyojis.The onmyoji who chased after us and said that they wanted to retreat us did not know how many died, and they always felt as if they were soaked in blood, which made people a little uncomfortable.I shook the blood off my hand and watched him dig out the hearts of those dead onmyojis and eat them.

"Hey, let's go." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and quickly followed my movements. His white hair was still white, like snow falling in winter, and like clouds in the sky.

I naturally know what will happen in the end.There will be more powerful onmyojis to retreat from us, or to kill us.The best choice now is for me to separate from him, obviously I don't care about those things the least, but I never thought about leaving, why?There may be no answer to this question.Still, with any luck, I still have a long time to think.

Not long after, I knew that from the moment I killed the people in that temple, I was approaching my death step by step.

That child separated from me, took part of the onmyoji with him, and fought with them, while I have to deal with this side.But obviously, there's a pretty troublesome guy.I took a sip of the wine, completely showing my ghost horns for the first time, releasing all the ghost nature.If that child saw it, he would probably clap his hands excitedly, but unfortunately, he is not here now.

I am not that fanatical about fighting and fighting. I am not that fanatical about fighting. What I want to do more is to stay in a certain place quietly and drink wine.At most, one more white-haired kid.

However, it seems that this idea may be difficult to realize.

Although they were all miscellaneous fish, they came together and made me tired of dealing with them, and the most difficult guy didn't consume too much.Even if they try their best, at most they will lose both sides.

One eye was completely blinded, and wet fluid dripped from his forehead.I can smell the strong smell of blood, other people's, my own, mixed together.It's really bad enough.

The man raised the knife in his hand, I snorted and watched him drop the knife and cut off my head.

Ah, really, not a very decent way to die. 】

The memories came to an abrupt end here, and thick fog gradually rose around, engulfing everything, and I don't know how long it took.

The line of sight suddenly widened and brightened, and the sight was white.

Endless white, connecting the sky and the earth, a pure and cold pure white world.The snow was trampled under his feet, making a creaking sound, and Zhongyuan Zhong also looked in the direction of the sound.

A demon in a white kimono with beautiful white hair, wrapped in a cloak and hood, seems to be holding something in his arms.Carefully, as if protecting some important treasure.He left a footprint on the snow field, but he didn't care, thinking about it, after all, no one came here at all.No one would be foolish enough to go into this snowfield where there is nothing.

[I am called a devil.

Because I have white hair.The woman who gave birth to me raised me alone, always caressing my white hair, and showing me an indescribable expression, as if loving and nostalgic. At that time, she was beautiful, Calm and gentle.But soon, she will become extremely crazy, pulling my hair fiercely, saying those words called 'curse' in a sharp voice, she does not want me to be born.

Every time, I just looked at her quietly.As if she was looking at some interesting creature, she would show disgust and fear in her eyes at that time, and I was not allowed to look at her with those eyes.Can such a woman be called a mother?

How can a person, especially a woman, be beautiful, without any survival skills and self-protection ability, and bring a child with her?It seems that there is no need to think about it, the answer is already very clear.

It's just that it doesn't matter.

The eyes of disgust, hatred, and fear of others have nothing to do with me.They have no way of arousing my emotions at all.

That woman died soon after.

The cause of death was suicide.

She hanged from a tree and finally left this disgusting and dirty world.But a woman like her must not be able to go to heaven, but go to hell, right?The place we live in is barely habitable, and I have nothing but the woman's precious string of bells.That woman would always stare at the string of bells with obsessive eyes, why didn't she die wearing this string of bells?It's impossible, leave it to me.

I took the bracelet with the bell on my wrist, it was too big for a child like me, so I found a hidden place, buried it, and put it in a box, for the string For the bell, this box is really too big.But it doesn't matter, what it contains is my treasure.I buried the woman's body in another place.

I can't tell what my feelings are for that woman. In short, I found a place to bury her, and it's clear that I didn't let her corpse die in the wilderness.

Like this, I don't have anything to care about.

Those guys said ridiculously that it was because of me that the village became like this, and it was all my fault.It is not unimaginable to be tied up and escorted to the temple.

There, I saw a kid who was older than me. He looked down at me with no expression on his face, and his eyes were full of slack. He seemed to be different from those other people.But so what?It is estimated that I will be killed soon.

Not long after, I was tied to a pole with extremely flammable straw underneath, and the guy called the village chief shouted next to me, and the faces of the people below were twisted into a ball.Among those people, I saw the kid who was a little older than me.I remember, he should be called, Shami or something?I like his eyes very much, slack, like death eyes.

The flames exploded from my toes, my ankles, my calves, and finally engulfed me whole.Really, it hurts.The woman chose an easy way to die.Through the burning flames, my eyes could no longer see clearly, but I smiled towards the place where the novice monk was.

Those people were right.

I am indeed a ghost. 】

[Who is the curse?Who is cursed?

呪われたのはwho 呪われたのはwho]