Goujuan always refuses to confess

The silver-haired child stood in the crowd.

He asked: Why doesn't the village head uncle speak his mind?

Countless onlookers around him stopped whispering, their blurred blank faces turned to him in unison, and the young child took a step back shyly.

Those faceless villagers asked him: what did you hear.

"I heard..." He opened his mouth, and looked at the two people who had stopped arguing in the center of the scene, and the two also turned their heads to look at him.

He was silent for a moment, and then replied, "The village head uncle wants—uncle to die."

There was no specific reference to the lack of name in his mouth, but at the moment when his voice fell, the middle-aged man who was opposed to the old man between the two suddenly froze and fell straight to the ground.

Blood flowed out and sank into the loess on the soles of his feet without warning.

He was taken aback, completely unaware of what was happening.

But the people around fell into ecstasy after a brief silence.

Yes, they didn't feel sad because of the unexpected loss of a life, they were ecstatic.

The villagers around him said: It has appeared, what they expected has appeared.

The villagers around him said: It was he and he was, and what they were looking for was born.

Faceless faces began to gather around him, he wanted to escape, he wanted to hide but there was nowhere to go, gradually, he was surrounded by faceless people big and small.

Then he was picked up by both hands and lifted to a high place.

The light suddenly became brighter, and he saw the village head whose face was a little clearer than others announced to the villagers in a high-pitched tone——

——“The Son of God has descended.”

……

He couldn't get out of this shrine.

The old shrine was repainted within a day, and the pungent smell of paint was still there, so he was stuffed in, and the food and clothing were all provided and served by others overnight.

Dazed, he still didn't understand what happened.

In the early morning, the villagers dug them out from the bedding that exudes the fragrance of lotus, followed by complicated washing and dressing.

Faceless young and middle-aged women came and went around him, and when they dispersed, he leaned on the soft cushion.

The clothes he was wearing were of a structure he had never touched before, and the wide trouser legs and cuffs almost tripped him.

There was a complicated gauze curtain hanging above his head, and he couldn't read, so he couldn't recognize what was tattooed on the gauze curtain.

He waited for no one to come, and stumbled to the door. He wanted to open the paper door to leave, but the moment he didn't want to open it, he bumped into a blank face.

"Where are you going? Lord Shenzi." The shrill voice tugged at his eardrums, and the man hugged him back into the room, "Master Shenzi, please show a miracle."

A faceless man walked in, and then many faceless people walked in.

The silver-haired child was in the high seat in a daze.

He opened his mouth and said: But I can't hear now.

There was agitation underneath, harsh voices rang out one after another and intertwined with each other, making people want to cover their ears to escape.

They said: How can you not hear?You must hear it.

The head of the dark man lifted up, and the white color blocks were connected into one piece.

They said: You just listen to our ideas.

They said again: Hurry up and realize our wish.

Suddenly he moved away from the door, the dim environment stretched into a long corridor, and the ethereal white disappeared.

He tried to stand up, but the weight on his legs held him back.

The silver-haired child lowered his head, his pupils shrank from the horrific scene he witnessed.

He stood on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. Countless faceless villagers stretched out their hands, as if they were climbing up on him, or they seemed to be pulling his clothes, trying to drown him in their endless desires. .

The child's figure was not very big, and soon the trousers and the corners of the robe were occupied by greedy palms. The child lowered his eyes, and just when human fingertips were about to touch his skin, a change occurred.

His figure straightened rapidly, and the hunting clothes he was wearing changed accordingly, bit by bit becoming what he was familiar with.

He couldn't hear it before, but now he can hear it clearly.

He heard clearly how these things in the shell of villagers in the village of Sumati poured out their malice on him.

He also saw the imageless "villagers" gradually gathering together, and finally the innocent white was stained with muddy black, and a hand that had been engraved with ominous curse marks stuck out from it, tightly grasping the silver-haired boy's arm.

A pair of scarlet pupils emerged from the black viscous, staring at the silver-haired boy's golden peach blossom eyes that gradually dimmed and closed.

"Come down," said the thing, "you can't escape."

"No one will hear you, and no one will come to your rescue."

"Come down... come down."

"Come to fulfill my wish, let me come into the world—"

At the main entrance of Shibuya Station on the Inokashira Line, there was no living thing.

The scene here is slightly different from the surrounding area. The black mud splashes irregularly and covers the buildings and the ground in all directions. The ominous liquid continues to burn the environment.

And the center of the scene is still the aerial walkway hanging high above, and black liquid is constantly overflowing from above, dripping to the ground.

Looking further in, the slowly flowing black mud gathered into a "cocoon" less than one meter long in the center of the corridor.

It is said to be a cocoon, but it is actually more like a slowly beating heart.

The black liquid not only formed a tough circular film, but also densely woven several stripes on the outer layer, extending from the "cocoon" all the way to the ground.

"Cocoon" danced slowly for a while, then stagnated.

——It's time to "break out of the shell".

The black film suddenly solidified at a certain moment, and then created countless gaps, and pieces fell off, exposing the body wrapped inside little by little.

The silver-haired boy lay on his side in a baby-curled posture, and after the black mud had completely faded from his body, he opened his inorganic golden eyes.

Ten Zhikong woke up.

The floor tiles of the station were icy cold, and after lying down for so long, they didn't use human body heat to warm the floor.

How long has he been asleep?It felt like a long dream.

In the dream, he was trapped on the top of the mountain, not in the shrine of Mount Sumati, but on a bare mountain top, with only an old old tree with withered branches that could not shelter him from wind or rain.

And then he... day after day, day after day—

Some bastards were still holding on to the ground stiffly trying to sit up, Shizhi touched the ground with his hands and touched the mud with one hand.

After the black mud touched his palm, it diluted, as if it disappeared out of thin air.

Shizhi shook his head and stood up from the ground. The wet hem of his clothes was pulled out from the black mud, but it was clean without stains or burns.

The silver-haired boy's golden peach blossom eyes were half-closed.

His name is... Shizhi Konglai.

He is the owner of the Sumati Shrine and a second-year student at the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Magic.

He is now on a line leading to Shibuya Station.

The light golden pupils turned around, and the light gradually returned to the half-closed eyes.

"Can this thing be turned off?" he asked.

Shizhi pointed at the top of his head. The circular opening hung a few centimeters above his hair. At first glance, it looked like an angel's halo. Looking closely, there was a solid depression in the middle of the circle, from which sticky black mud dripped out. .

No one answered his question.

"Forget it." He muttered to himself, and Shizhi started to walk out, and he kicked something on the ground not long after walking.

The silver-haired boy looked down, and at his feet lay a purple-haired girl whose life or death was unknown. The white dress she was wearing was stained with a lot of blood, but it wasn't her blood.

Shizhi stared at the girl for a while, and suddenly he covered his face, and a dull and slightly nervous laughter leaked from the gap between his five fingers.

"Ha...haha, hahahahahahahaha——" Shizhi laughed so hard that he bent down and looked at the girl's face, "Pfft, is this the medium?"

Too long silver hair fell from her shoulders, and Shi Zhi's golden eyes widened from between her fingers.

The laughter gradually subsided, but no one answered him, only the girl's shallow breathing and slightly heaving chest represented that the other party was still alive.

He watched it for a while, and finally straightened up and did nothing.

"What are you?" Shizhi looked away from the purple-haired girl and looked elsewhere, "Why did you find me?"

After all the black mud receded, two figures appeared on the ground, Qihai Jianren and Chanyuan Shier, they both lay down there without making a sound.

It seems to be alive, if this state can be counted as alive.

Shizhikong blinked.

He smiled.

Different from his previous smile, Shizhi's smile now has a bit of wanton arrogance visible to the naked eye.

Although it is only a small gap, people who are familiar with it can still see what happened to Tokue Sora.

——It was as if the gate had been opened.

The silver-haired boy skipped a few people on the ground and continued to walk outside. When he reached the opening of the cave, he stopped.

There is no one on the empty streets, only the uneven and smoking ground testifies to the suffering that has been suffered here.

Shi Zhikong's memory slowly came back, he vaguely remembered...the few people he kicked out before.

There were no signs of them on the street, so Shizhi looked around, thinking that the people probably ran away when they saw the black liquid spreading out.

Oh yes, he forgot one more thing.

There was a cold wind blowing at the entrance of the cave, Shizhi remembered something and turned around, rummaged through the puddles of black mud on the ground, and finally found a finger-like object.

When Shizhi took out Su Nuo's fingers, the surrounding airflow stagnated for a moment.

He held his finger in front of his eyes, and the curse that tore the seal had a strong sense of presence, and if it were normal, a curse spirit would have found it by following the existence of the finger.

But now, nothing happened.

Shizhi drew a talisman with mantra, and the realization of mantra is an operation he is very good at, but after being submerged in the black mud and spit it out, the color of his mantra changed.

The bright golden color is stained with a layer of dim black light, which makes people feel uneasy just looking at it.

After re-sealing the finger, Shizhi rummaged through the ground again, found the half-damaged wooden box, and managed to stuff Su Nuo's finger into it.

The magic spirit that can store things is probably dead, and it's nothing.

Just holding the box in his hands, Shi Zhi walked to the broken French window again.

In fact, there is one thing that he has been very concerned about since he just woke up.

His hearing was amplified.

The world that is higher, farther, wider and wider is displayed in his ears.

His powers of discernment also improved.

But - he did not find the existence of dog curly spines in Shibuya.