Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

There are always some corners in this world that will be forgotten by the world due to various reasons, some are due to natural disasters, some are due to man-made disasters... But as time passes, when the last person in the world who remembers what happened here also dies, these Forgotten corners are truly forgotten by the world.

Many years later, the archaeological community has a collective name for these lost places that are difficult to enter and entwined with layers of mysteries.

"Land Abandoned by God".

The spirit of Ashina, who looks young, walks among the high mountains, hidden in the uninhabited forests in the northeastern part of Japan, and has her territory.

The cold mountain wind blew, but it didn't even blow any strand of her hair. A reed-shaped dark green tattoo quietly emerged on her cheek. In her eye sockets, the originally light blue pupils were dyed into emerald green that symbolizes the breath of life.

The huge stone stairs stretched upwards under her feet, and those complete and shiny white jade-colored stones reflected the surrounding snow-capped mountains and forests.

Shenming stopped in her tracks. She raised her head expressionlessly and looked at the sky above Weiming Country, which seemed to be suppressed by dark clouds forever. The first snowflakes since the beginning of winter this year fell gently between her eyebrows. The chill slowly permeated beneath the skin.

But Taketori Che's expression didn't show any sign of becoming gentle, she just stared at the sky coldly and unwaveringly, and after a while, she looked away.

"Humph."

The huge and steep mountain wall cracked open in front of her, like a closed door opened to welcome her master home.

As early as three years ago, she came to Weiming from Yokohama, and beheaded the original spirit of Weiming after tricking it out, usurping the authority of the other party's god.

Thus, Taketori Che became the new "Spirit of Ashina".

To put it in a more general way, it is obvious that only the subordinate CEO killed the chairman, took control of the company's largest equity, and became the new chairman.

According to Ma Canghao, the psychic king who is also a god of nature, it is not that this kind of thing has never happened throughout the ages, but the number of times is relatively small, and the success rate is terribly low.

But she wrote down her first wish by using the broken page about being able to make a wish in life hidden in her supernatural book [Life Out of Control].

——[I want to become the new spirit of Weiming]

For this copied and pasted backup world, the [book] is the root of shaping the world, so the wishes written on its residual pages have the same effect of realization.

She didn't choose to be a sacrifice for world promotion, nor did she choose to fuse the broken pages with the [book]. Instead, she embarked on another path with a slightly disappointed look in Ma Canghao's playful eyes.

Today's Weiming Kingdom has no second god in charge. The former Yinglong was permanently sealed by her, and the wolf of Shura was also beheaded by her. Even the spirit of Weiming was beaten to death. dissipated between heaven and earth.

She grasped the power and authority in the dark, and closed the door to the outside world forever in this land abandoned by gods.

The former Ashina Castle was dilapidated, and Taketori Che awakened the undead sleeping here and ordered them to repair the city and conduct daily patrols.As for the Palace of Origin at the top of the mountain, she also violently transformed it.

The miserable green lake, which was originally bottomless and buried with countless bones and house wreckage, has long since been emptied, but Taketori did not turn it into a sunken basin full of grass and forests.On the contrary, using the authority to transform the terrain, she refilled and uplifted the place, and then demolished the ancient but dilapidated Origin Palace, leaving only one or two of the best-preserved ones, and finally killed those who died. All the beauties in Canada were buried as plant fertilizer.

Probably that's it.

Taketori Che lived a peaceful and secluded life here, and at most he would go out once a few months to buy some daily necessities.

Now that there is no Sakura Dragon in Weiming Country, all the original undead creatures are dead. Taketori Che buried them all back separately, leaving only some necessary manpower to patrol the city and repair the buildings-these remaining undead are still alive. Take responsibility for daily planting, fertilizing, watering and so on.

When the clouds rolled away to both sides in front of her eyes, a huge ancient traditional Japanese-style courtyard appeared on the top of the mountain.The courtyard building is full of pine willows and cherry blossoms. Although there are no undefeated cherry blossoms like the ones in the Sakuralong period, they still bloom vigorously and brightly under the infiltration of Weiming's water and soil.

Of course, it's winter now, and those plants are withering in accordance with the changes of natural seasons, and Taketori Che has no willful intention to disturb people's daily routine of growth—although she can indeed do this.

The spirit of Weiming stepped on the wooden boards of the promenade silently. She just flew over, so it saved the hard work of climbing the mountain.

Standing on the corridor, she heard the howling of the wind passing through the hall, and an inexplicable sense of bleakness arose spontaneously.However, the girl only hesitated for a moment before finding where her target was.So she walked through the winding corridors, walked through unoccupied rooms, and finally opened the door of the study.

A young man in a black yukata is lying on his back on the tatami mat in the study, holding a wine bottle in one hand and an ancient book that looks like it was from the Shogunate period in the other. bandage.

Taketori Che frowned unobtrusively, and with a wave of his hand, those bamboo slips and ancient books scattered on the ground automatically flew back to the bookshelf and put them away in different categories, even the wine bottle that was drunk with only one bottom left. It flew back obediently and put it on the table.

Perhaps hearing the sound of the pages of the book flying and rolling in the air, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly, and the iris-colored pupils full of water were also looking at her.At first glance, I thought he was very affectionate and deeply affectionate.

After a few seconds, he murmured, "Ache?"

"It's me." Taketori Che approached him, smelled the alcohol on the other person's body, and didn't dislike anything, but squatted down and helped him up, "You're drinking again."

"Hmm...do you still care about me at this time?" Dazai said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, "As expected of you, Ah Che."

Taketori Che was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I'll take you to take a bath."

"No."

"Huh?" The god showed a puzzled expression.

"I want..." The black-haired young man rolled around in her arms with the strength of alcohol, shouting, "Take a hot spring!"

"can."

She has always been easy to talk about in such details.After all, Taketori Che was about to carry this drunken drunkard to the hot spring pool for a cleanse, but Dazai Osamu still grabbed her by the sleeve, and leaned over to bite her collarbone as if being coquettish or insane, He said vaguely, "You come with me, too."

Taketori Che had a bit of a headache, but he still agreed: "Okay."

Soaking in hot springs in winter is of course very comfortable, but for drunk people, it may cause unnecessary burden and pressure on their bodies, so on the surface it is called "hot springs", but in fact it is the hot springs used by Taketori Che The water washed the other party's body, and then put the guy on the wooden board of the constant temperature tatami to lie down and sleep.

"Wow, is Ah Che playing on me?"

Osamu Dazai laughed and teased her even though his eyes were closed and a white towel was draped over his forehead.

Taketori, who was soaking in the pond, replied without raising his head: "I haven't been doing this for the past few years?"

"Ah... yes, I forgot."

The young man whispered, the towel on his forehead slipped onto his face at some point, which made it impossible for Taketori to "see" his true expression at the moment.

The girl was silent and did not answer.

Since when did things become like this?Obviously they used to be two people who liked each other, but in the end they came to such an abyss.

The god who has always had a good memory remembered that it was three years ago—the leader of the port mafia was about to commit suicide by jumping off a building. She rushed over to drive away all irrelevant people and tried to keep her boss, but accidentally triggered the [Book] In the end, Taketori Che still did not choose to integrate the "remnant pages" hidden in his book of abilities with the [book], thus giving up the way to promote this false world.

After Taketori came out of the conscious world, he knocked out the bewildered Boss Scrap with one punch, and temporarily sealed the incomplete [Book] in his Bone Spear.Immediately afterwards, she took away the unconscious Dazai Osamu... What was left to Chuya in the Central Plains was a mess of "the leader disappeared and the cadres defected".

Although he felt a little sorry, Taketori Che couldn't care so much anymore.

After thinking for a long time, Taketori Che finally decided to hide Osamu Dazai in the Land Abandoned by God.

One reason is that it is his territory, and anyone who wants to take the [book] must come to Weiming, that is, he must first pass her level.Secondly... Taketori Che also has selfishness that cannot be shared with outsiders.

That selfish and distorted hope made her unable to live frankly, and her dark and sad heart whispered chaotic wailing in her ears day and night.

After all, there is actually only one sentence.

... She didn't want that person to die.

She didn't want to witness with her own eyes that the person she liked jumped down from a tall building and turned into a pool of bloody corpses after a short period of weightlessness and fainting.

Taketori Che has always dealt with life and death, whether as a human being or a god, and she is very familiar with the essence of death.

It is precisely because she clearly knows the pain of struggling on the verge of death that she is unwilling to impose the same feelings on the person she likes.

Living may indeed be a painful thing.

People who are naturally sensitive may feel extraordinarily, doubly painful about being alive.

But is death really the end of all things?

Maybe it is true for others, but for Taketori who knows the truth about hell and after death, it is just changing the place of pain from the human world to the world after death.

It's as if you live in pain in one country. Would it be like going to heaven in another country?Not necessarily.

Therefore, Osamu Dazai has no way to get the detachment he dreamed of from such a death—unless someone puts him in reincarnation or simply makes this guy fly away.

Therefore, Taketori Che, his former boss, his former crush... completely disappeared.

After arriving in Weiming, Osamu Dazai was stunned for a few days, and then tried several ways to escape and even committed suicide. After all failed, he became unusually quiet and docile, and never did these useless actions again. , but immersed in alcohol and books day in and day out.

Watching the other party's self-willed depravity, Taketori Che saw it, but she didn't say anything, didn't stop him, but silently intercepted and brought him back again and again.

This "game" has almost become one of the few connections between the two of them.

In fact, she really wanted to ask: Did the "prophet" who kept predicting the future and seeing the development of stories in countless parallel worlds also foresee this path?

But she will never know the answer, because the [book] has been temporarily sealed by her, and Osamu Dazai's heart has been closed for the past three years and has not been opened to anyone.

He is like a stone, or an unknown substance wearing a mask.The gods can clearly see the smiling face carved in advance on the mask, but they can never see through the true face hidden in the shadows.

In this regard, although Taketori Che was a little depressed, he did not regret it.

If she did it again, she might still choose to "hide" this man.

The so-called hermitism means that the gods took a fancy to a certain human being or a certain object, and stole it from human society, thereby completely cutting off the connection between this "treasure" and the world.Then, of course, what will be replaced is the "bonding" between gods and humans.

Taketori Che used this method to forcibly retain a man who wanted to die, forcing him to "make a relationship" with him.

——She can only use this method to save people in her own way.

Thinking back to the present, she heard a steady and long breathing sound from the temperature-controlled wooden board behind her, presumably Osamu Dazai had fallen asleep.

Taketori Che didn't need to look back to know that the towel just blocked the opponent's mouth and nose - if he didn't help him remove it, this guy would probably suffocate himself to death in his sleep when he turned around.

Therefore, the girl suddenly stood up from the hot spring pool, and the crystal clear hot water droplets immediately flowed down her white and powerful limbs, slipped past her clean chin, and fell down along the butterfly bone and back.Due to the long soaking time, her white and delicate skin was slightly reddened at this time, which made the face of the young god standing in the cold wind and hot pool a bit more "human" in color.

Taketori Che didn't intend to put on clothes, she walked frankly to the side of the semi-outdoor tatami, stretched out her hand to remove the towel that was pressing Dazai Osamu's nose - someone grabbed her wrist suddenly!

Taketori looked down expressionlessly, without blinking her eyes, she was not surprised to find that it was Osamu Dazai who had woken up at some point, and there was some kind of complicated and struggling expression in those deep kite-colored eyes. color.

He didn't speak, just grabbed her wrist and brought it to his lips, licking her fingertips lightly.

The man looked like a docile cat at the moment, even though he kept his eyes on the girl while doing it.

It's obviously just a very ordinary movement, but it's a bit more... other meanings when he does it like this.

Taketori Che's light blue eyes did not show a slight change until this moment, as if he did not expect the other party to do so.

But soon, she understood the meaning and meaning of this action, so she gave her own response - her fingers pressed the corner of the other's lips, and she leaned over and kissed him.

So what is this man thinking deep in his heart, even at this moment?

Will he... think of me?

These strange thoughts flashed in the god's mind, but soon, she had no time to think about these rational issues.

Naturally, Taketori Che also ignored the strange and inadvertent smile that quietly emerged from the corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth when his attention was uncontrollably distracted.

Everyone in the world says that the gods took away their loved ones and hid them, so has anyone thought about...

That human being actually captured his own god?

No more worrying about losing, no longer worrying about being abandoned, the destined "fate" is tightly entangled, and there is no chance to tear them apart.

The first snowfall of this winter also arrived as scheduled. Under the dark night, those white snowflakes were quickly melted by the heat rising from the hot spring pool, and finally turned into water droplets before they landed.

Although it is a pity that such beautiful snowflakes cannot completely maintain the original exquisite shape and descend on the earth.

But it, after all, fell into the world.