As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Since when has he been wandering in the boundary between light and darkness, struggling day and night at the appearance of the so-called hell that is approaching him?

It seems to be the beginning.

No one will remember what happened when he was born, even the Ghost Mai Tsuji who later became the King of Ghosts was alone in the beginning.

It's still the kind of extraordinarily weak body, as if born a wrong sick child.

Fortunately, the Ubuyashiki family is one of the big families in Heian-kyo. Although they do not have the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods like Genji Kamo Fujiwara, they are in the hands of the intricate in-laws and the power of the ruling and opposition parties. The scenery in the high-walled and deep courtyard is common Can not be expected.

Guiwu Tsuji survived in the end, living in this so-called deep courtyard with high walls.

For any creature, survival is an instinct. He has been used to drinking bitter soup and medicine since he was a child, which is necessary for him to maintain his life.

In the Heian period, the infant mortality rate was very high, and the servants who took care of him were always careful.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi thought it was nothing at first, his weak body was a fact, and a dedicated servant could serve him more comfortably.

It is said that he seemed to be a dead baby when he was born, and somehow he came back to life.

If he wasn't the only son in the clan, how could he be raised with medicine like burning money?

There is something sharper than the tip of a needle buried in the soft words handed to him, and the longing for a healthy body turns into unwillingness and anger day after day.

For the first time, he raised the porcelain cup and threw it on the servant. Something red twisted down and dripped on the floor, making a sound of drops.

No accusations, no disturbances, the minions who had pissed him off took on new faces, and life went on.

The eldest son of the Ubuyashiki family, even if he is soaked in a medicine jar, he is inherently more noble than others.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is born superior.

Among the young servants bought in the mansion, he chose the most obedient one.

He has a lot of ideas and a lot of things to do. I don't know why he still has a smiling face even after being punished. After making a choice, he has regretted it many times.

Vigorous, he loathes.

To assert himself, he felt superfluous.

What he said was nice, but he felt that it was irrelevant.

He is decent-looking, and he doesn't mind having more pleasing things around him.

The body temperature in the hug is as warm as the rising sun.

He gave him a name that belonged to the night and wanted to drag him into the night.

It's not that Guiwu Tsuji Wumi suddenly changed his sex, the illusion of being gentle is a means of controlling him.

I always change tools around me for no reason, no matter how exquisite things are, they will not be easy to use without time to get used to them.

It turned out that his little servant had irreverent and unrealistic fantasies about him.

He condescendingly turned that feeling into a rein.

A benevolent lord will often satisfy the desires of his followers within his ability.

Easy to use on it.

"Da, da, da... da."

A simple and even broken paper door separates the courtyard from the rooms. The nobles or civilians in Chinese clothes who are out of place here - identities are useless here - they are all huddled in the corner of the wall in fear in the shadows.

Once the clogs scattered outside the house sounded, their bodies trembled once, but no one made a sound despite being so scared, as if it was something more terrifying.

In the only slightly repaired hall among the many dilapidated houses, screens are erected on both sides of the hall, and the bright or dark candlelight makes the atmosphere slightly drunk. If you ignore the blood on the ground, it would be a very formal banquet. .

Onimai Tsuji was flipping through a slightly old scroll, and the contents of the scroll didn't seem to catch his eyes at all based on the speed at which he flipped it.

He saw clearly the appearance of the human being dragged in by the ghost he created, and he thought for a while.

[Master Tsujiya is really clever, such a young child can actually sing waka. ]

[Look at the handwriting... What a pity, what a pity. ]

"It's Miyazaki." Ghost Wu Tsuji chatted with the person who had collapsed on the ground in a calm tone, as if the two were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, "I remember when we first met, You are still just Shaosuke."

"Master Tsujiya! No! Master Wuyou—" The man who was regarded as food couldn't imagine why he was being targeted, "I stand with your family, Master Wuyou—"

"It's a pity, I wanted to catch up with you, but your memory doesn't seem to be good."

The wind and snow covered the sound of ghosts eating their prey.

Unknown civilians, political opponents in the court, or people he ordered ghosts to arrest by name.

No one dares to disturb the eating of the ghosts. Although they still have the appearance of being human, in their eyes, apart from the crazy hunger, all they have left is their love for the ghost Mai Tsuji, who is firmly seated on the throne. fanaticism.

Or to put it another way, fear is more appropriate.

"Hee... it seems that someone broke in..."

"The human body that just ran will be hotter, and the meat will become more delicious?"

There is no need for more instructions from Oni Wu Tsuji, and one after another, ghosts will walk with them, unable to restrain their desire to hunt fresh food.

He closed the slightly thin dark bathrobe he was wearing, not a single drop of blood splashed on his body.

The scroll that was flipped aimlessly soon reached the end page, and the plants depicted with fine brushwork were lifelike, but none of them was what he was looking for.

It is rare for Oni Wu Tsuji to regret it. The process of becoming a ghost is unnecessary pain. In the pain, he lured the young doctor to the back and stabbed him to death. He simply thought that such a scene could make him feel the initial pleasure.

It's just that the doctor is not a quack doctor. His prescription is effective, but it lacks the last king's medicine.

The lack of Junyao's prescription made him unable to appear in the sun, and at the same time, ordinary food could no longer satiate him. The object of Gui Wu Tsuji's longing for food became human beings.

He thought that the latter was irrelevant, not even a small defect, but the former really irritated him for a long time.

...why are you angry?

He can't remember.

Looking at the little servant who was running under the sun without knowing it, and the tempting scent of blood that was different from others dangled in front of his eyes for so long, Guiwu Tsuji felt that he had only tasted the patience of blood Strength deserves praise.

However, the blood mixed with low-quality alcohol destroyed the original taste a lot, and next time he would not let the little servant drink so much alcohol again.

The ghosts created at the beginning were not capable of intelligence. Oni Mai Tsuji tried many times. He learned to control the strength of his blood and successfully created ghosts that could retain normal intelligence.

As for the ghosts who survived his blood, none of them can fully possess their own memories of being a human being. The attitude of Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi towards this situation seems a bit double-standard.

In most cases, he doesn't care whether his subordinates can have such useless things as memory, but when a certain thought arises quietly, he will hesitate because of this sequelae, which is rare.

"My lord, we met a samurai of Genji, he, he killed us a lot of ghosts."

"Besides sunlight, is there anything else that can kill you?"

Oni Wu Tsuji was stunned and then became vigilant. While waiting for the ghost to present its spoils to his desk, he frowned slightly and flipped through its memory.

"What an idiot, you just killed him without asking why he could do such a thing—"

The oni created by Onimai Tsuji Mumi belonged to him, and the death of an oni would leave nothing behind, only indistinguishable ashes like burnt firewood.

The day came quietly, and the snow scene was covered with a layer of gray.

"...Why are you disobedient? I have clearly said that as a human being, you just need to sleep well at night, won't you be fine?"

"I smelled the smell of thin blood, why didn't I present him whole?"

"Is this against my orders?"

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi, the name he gave himself never contained any sense of self-pity.

Although this is very popular in Heian-kyo at the moment.

No misery means no guilt.

The Ubayashiki family was cursed by the gods because the ancestor of the ghost appeared in the family.

He stood in an unfamiliar courtyard bathed in the moonlight, his face similar to his was covered with horrible sickness.

It turns out that even if there are gods in this world, they are bullying and fearful.

A mistake made him treat his blood relatives generously.

It's just that I didn't expect that the Ubuyashiki clan of later generations would miss me so much.

The ancestor of ghosts can completely control all ghosts that appear in front of him.

Later, on a snowy night, Guiwu Tsuji discovered that if the distance is far away and he doesn't pay attention all the time, his control will be weakened by the distance.

The ability of ghosts is much stronger than that of humans, and the quantity can be worth the quality.

Oni Mai Tsuji, who created other oni just to make them look for the blue Higan flower, cast the first curse in the blood.

From now on, ghosts are not allowed to gather together.

One night, I don't know how many years have passed, Guiwu Tsuji Wucan sat in the exquisite mansion, in front of him was the seasonal fruit that the maid brought him during the day, and the leaves of the loquat tree in the courtyard rustled.

His hand that was flipping through the Tale of Genji suddenly stopped.

The content on the pages of the book depicts the farewell of Liujo Yushi under the moon and Guangyuan: "The moon tonight is so beautiful. In the rest of my life, I will miss the moon I saw with you tonight."

He has existed as a ghost king for who knows how many years, he thought, the relationship between human beings is indeed stereotyped and boring.

[Tonight は月がきれいだ. ]

Suddenly remembering that such an extremely subtle voice was swallowed by himself, he subconsciously looked out of the eaves.

In the night sky of the new moon, stars flicker, but there is nothing left.

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