As we all know, winding zero is a human being

The name is the same as one's own origin. It is the initial asset that a person puts on the chessboard called life at the very beginning.

There is no way to make a choice, and even if at a certain age they will quite dislike their own name, most people just think about changing their name and surname.

After all, this is something that has been integrated into the trajectory of my life.

His Master Tsujiya's reincarnation luck is not sure whether to say it is good or bad. He was reincarnated into a big and powerful family named Ubuyashiki in that era, and he was born to be many times more comfortable than the general public at the foot of Heianjing.

Even with the debuff called Terminal Illness stacked on his body, his chessboard was full of cracks from the beginning.

Oni Wu Tsuji found a way to overturn his chessboard, and always overturned other people's good moves as well.

Cough, so there is no way for him to be chased and beaten.

Things have evolved to this situation, and Zero didn't feel that he could escape safely. The fire he gave seemed to have a bit of stamina.

Standing there, Wu Mi's green and white face seemed to be changing like a palette, and there were veins on his forehead, as if he was about to go berserk in the next moment.

Miss Zhu Shi felt the terrifying aura of the ancestor of ghosts, her body trembled like flying flowers swaying in the wind that were about to wither.

Zero really didn't know, it turned out that he could use such a simple method to make Guiwu Tsuji so lively.

After all, the sick and weak young master who belonged to Ping'an Jing in memory couldn't be lively even if he wanted to.

Maybe it's because of this feeling that after getting rid of the disgust for the family he abandoned, it lightly brought back the nostalgia for the people around him in the dark history in the past. on him.

Wu Mi stared at him again for a moment, then put on that pretentious attitude again.

Resentfully put away the foot that was about to step out, Zero relaxed the tensed muscles.

He actually got away with fooling around?

"Since you're back in front of me, don't you still want to leave my sight?" Looking at Zero's every move playfully, he blamed lightly, "Why is right and wrong already in front of your eyes? To do those superfluous stupid things?"

Here we go again, taking for granted that all of our actions are right above all else.

What else could he say, he just nodded.

"You are right, Mr. Wuyan." Miss Zhushi had already demonstrated for him what it should be like to be a secretary by Guiwu Tsuji Wujing's side. In order to cover his vest tightly, Zero immediately followed suit. A different way of blowing rainbow farts.

There was no fear, no doubt. When he raised his head, there was only room for Wu Mi's figure in his pupils, and the illusory and beautiful barrier condensed by the blood ghost technique was not mixed at all.

Unexpectedly, Wu Mi didn't buy it, and his good mood became weird again.

He seemed to have thought about it for a long time, as if he had given him a great honor: "Call me Wu Mi, or Young Master, you can choose one."

...?

Zero was so excited right now that he wanted to burst into tears.

The servants of the big family have always been the property of the master's family. He felt that the status of the two was not equal, so he had deep doubts about the possibility of HE.

But now his Master Tsujiya gave him a chance to stand beside him and look at him at the same level.

[Well, host, let the system say the last sentence—really the last sentence. ]

[Isn't this really a death option that needs to be archived? ]

Uh.

Sure enough, this kind of thing can only be seen clearly from the perspective of a third party...?

Whether it's the system, or the Zhushi girl who can't hide the fear in her eyes and also has a deep compassion for him, they can easily translate the thoughts that Kiwu Tsuji gave this option.

It's just that after returning to his senses, Zero is not quite sure whether this is someone else's prejudice against Onimai Tsuji, or he is too naive.

It's so difficult, Master Tsujiya.

Will Guiwu Tsuji Mucan really put others on an equal footing with him?

can you?

If you don’t know it, you have to learn it from him, damn it!

So after the silence, he opened his mouth boldly as if he was being favored and arrogant.

"No misery."

He stood up calmly, relying on the ignorance of his current status, he shouted affectionately and confidently, and he said again when one sound was not enough.

"No misery."

And the owner with red plum-like eyes froze for a moment after hearing this call.

The belated bleak moonlight reflected their figures indifferently, and Guiwu Tsuji Wumi hesitated and took a step back.

The similar tone, but this name should never appear in the mouth of his little servant, the similar face, and finally dragged the past life that he didn't want to define into reality.

The dazzling and sweet red soaked the robe, that person had died in the snowy night 600 years ago.

will laugh.

Stories that he can't reach will be placed in front of him.

A lamp will be lit waiting for him to come home.

Will always take his words to heart.

The puppets he picked out one after another during the past 600 years are difficult to manipulate, and the deliberately fabricated moods seem to be mocking the ancestors of ghosts again and again.

He is now Onimiya Tsuji Mumi, not Ubuyashiki Tsujiya.

He could no longer figure out what kind of beautiful things he once had, who was so weak that he seemed to die if the wind blew.

It seems that no matter how many ghosts he creates, he can't find it——

That blue Bana flower.

It seems that Zero made the wrong choice in everyone's mind, and unexpectedly did not recover the death flag that they thought should be recovered.

Unaware that he gave his young master such a quick razor blade, he was still half a step behind Kiwu Tsuji, and followed him back to a certain spacious and imposing mansion in this city. .

The task is not too important, and the crows have already escaped. After receiving the news about Onimai Tsuji, Ubuyashiki Yiya probably wouldn't mind postponing the prosthesis for a while.

"Is this our residence?" Zero sighed unconsciously.

Also, the clothes worn by Onimai Tsuji always seem to be at the forefront of the trend, whether it is the elegant and gorgeous straight clothes and hunting clothes in the Heian period, or the well-fitting haori and inner wear thanks to the blessing of high-class cutting techniques today, up and down A suit of clothes is estimated to be worth all the net worth of other people.

In terms of how to live, he will never treat himself badly.

He didn't know which words pleased him in the ordinary words. Wu Mi heard Zero's words before entering the mansion, and the side face under the black curly hair reached a perfect angle when he turned around.

"...This is our residence."

Passing through the courtyard planted with camellias, the rosewood floor was polished and polished, and Ling suddenly realized that he didn't seem to see any servants in such a large mansion...?

Wait, won't he be required to do this kind of work in the future? !

So the stand-in script written by Oni Wu Tsuji is so normal, it is really a perfect reproduction of the life in the Heian period?

No matter how you put it, it's not impossible.

It's very subtle, this is the daily life of the so-called ancestor of ghosts that the protagonist of the ghost killing team and those swordsmen may not have imagined at all?

Wu Mi walked into the house first, and the Zhu Shi girl who had been following but at least three meters away from them saw Ling standing in the courtyard as if in a daze, she hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and reminded in a low voice: "Please come with me, over there is the room prepared for you by Lord Wu Mi."

"Is there any work...?"

Zero hesitated to see Miss Zhu Shi leading him straight forward, not intending to leave the courtyard at all.

Wait a minute, this script still doesn't seem normal.

He remembered that Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi seemed to have just walked into the room separated from this room by a wall.

Was it waiting for him here?

"You have been living with Mr. Wu Mi, and your clothes have been placed in the house." Miss Zhu Shi obviously relaxed when facing him, and her expression returned to the normal state of neither joy nor sorrow .

However, after collecting enough information, Zero felt that she should not be as well-behaved as she was in front of her.

He decided to find out the facts first: "Is Miss Zhu Shi free now?"

The beautiful and gentle girl looked at him with some well-hidden wait-and-see and pity: "No."

...Okay, beauty and gentleness are an illusion.

Zero had no choice but to try to walk into the dark room after she turned and left.

Without the cover of clouds, the moonlight tonight was extremely bright in addition to being pale, and found that no one of them was carrying a lantern along the way. After adapting to the dark situation, he was able to see the furnishings in the house clearly.

The half-covered closet contained white bedding, and the clothes stacked in the center of the room were probably the so-called clothes that belonged to him.

In place of the coat, dark blue feathers were trimmed with gold thread.

In addition, there is even a knife that looks quite familiar, but it should not be a sun wheel knife.

The fitting clothes seemed to have dropped something when he shook them out and changed them.

Groping in the dark, he found a candle placed on the table. He took out the torch he carried with him, and stood up in the dark room with difficulty like a candle that had never been lit, glowing slightly. The light of the fire illuminates the eight-fold-sized room.

It's the same hair rope that uses the same fabric as Haori.

Zero glanced at the mirror, and what was reflected in the not-so-clear bronze mirror was his black hair scattered quite casually.

Even he himself is not obsessed with a hairstyle anymore, it's just that it's more convenient to work if he did it like this before.

Oh, by the way, his Master Tsujiya seems to hate change.

change, change.

Every time he heard this word, the condition of him who could only live indoors at first would get worse.

When everything encounters this word, it seems that it will only go bad in an irreversible direction.

The hair that was used to being loose was tied into a bundle and rubbed against the side of his neck softly and docilely.

Kneeling and sitting in front of the bronze mirror didn't even need to look carefully, Ling looked at himself amusedly as if he had really returned to the courtyard 600 years ago.

The thin paper door on the wall between the two rooms was undoubtedly opened, and he seemed to be infected by the current attire and the blurred atmosphere, showing his face to the person standing opposite him. The same smile as before.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi who waited in his room for a long time but still didn't come to zero seems to always throw away all the self-cultivation and restraint he should have in this kind of place. It can also be seen from the setting of the room that he I don't even think that anyone in this mansion can have something that can be called privacy except him.

The ghost Zhu Se disappeared in the mansion, and he can find out all the most secret things in her heart with just one thought.

However, it was only separated by a wall, and even though the young man was still in front of his eyes, he still couldn't see why he cared so much about him, so that he gave way to the bottom line again and again.

He should have completely wiped this guy out the moment he called out his name.

"...No misery?"

Zero placed the candlestick in his hand on the table, and he shifted his gaze from Onimai Tsuji Mumi's body to the quilt in the closet uncertainly.

He seemed to suddenly realize: "It's very late, do you need me to help you make the bed?"

It's really weird that this conversation is happening between two grown men!

He swears, if Guiwu Tsuji Wumi dared to say yes—then he would dare to go over and make his bed like before!

Don't ask him why he has to use an exclamation point so sincerely!There is no reason to use an exclamation point!

"I thought you knew that ghosts don't need to rest."

Just throwing down these words, Ling actually felt that Wuyou pulled the door door with a gloomy face, turned around and left...it seemed a little bit like running away?

This is really his illusion, right?