I live longer than the incomparable

The eight hundred bhikkhuni returned a long gaze, long enough to fade the color of Onimai Tsuji's joke.

But "she" still didn't change back to her original appearance, but brought her face closer and kissed her.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni turned her head indifferently, allowing those cool kisses to fall on her cheeks and corners of her mouth, but she herself remained indifferent to "her" kisses as if she had no desires.

This appearance casts a haze on Onimai Tsuji's brows and eyes, "she" pinches the chin of the eight hundred bhikkhuni, forcing her to look directly at her, regardless of whether the eight hundred bhikkhuni is willing or not, and wants to press the body over.

But when the bodies of the two were close at hand, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi suddenly saw her eyes clearly.

That look didn't seem to be looking at "her" at all, or even looking at a living individual.

Her eyes were too empty, even if Oni Wu Tsuji stood in front of her, as close as if she wanted to stick into her eyes, she couldn't see the existence of Oni Wu Tsuji at all.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi realized this, "she" subconsciously stopped her movements, and the hand that was pinching the eight hundred monks' chin was also relaxed. It's complicated.

Before the eight hundred bhikkhuni opened her mouth to say something, Guiwu Tsujimu only left her a back view.

In fact, the sudden stop of Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi was indeed somewhat beyond the expectations of Babaichuni.She thought that if she continued with the actions of "her" just now, the final result might be to rearrange her clothes again.

But Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi suddenly left without leaving a word, and there was clearly no dispute between them.

Although this kind of development made the Eight Hundred Bhikkuni a little confused, it was only to the extent of frowning slightly.Not long after Oni Wu Tsuji left, a servant knocked lightly on the door, and stood in the veranda through the barrier door and said to her——

"Ma'am, I just received a letter..."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni called her in as if she had just woken up from a dream, and the latter carefully pushed open the barrier door and presented the envelope in front of her.

It was a very common envelope that could be bought casually in newsstands and bookstores—but the place where the sender's information should have been filled was blank.

But Babaichuni couldn't think of anyone who would send him a letter.Whether it was Yoya Ubuyashiki or Tamashi, they couldn't trace the whereabouts of the eight hundred bhikkhuni.

This is not because of their lack of ability, or because they have never thought of investigating her residence, but because the eight hundred bhikkhunis themselves are not onmyojis, but they have learned some spells in the past years.

Having lived in this world for too long, many things are naturally mastered more skillfully than others, and the result accumulated over time is enough to block prying eyes from others.

And that day when they left the original house with Tsushima and the others in Asakusa, Yabaichuni also used the technique of obfuscating the traces, so Shu Samaru and Yawaha, who were sent to hunt down Kamado Tanjiro, were on the way With the clues broken, he couldn't continue to catch up with them with vampirism.

Seeing that there was no information about the sender on the envelope, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni raised her face and asked the servant, "Who sent it?"

The servant shook his head: "When I heard movement at the door and went out to look, I only saw someone leaving from the courtyard door, and I couldn't see the other person's face clearly. I only saw this letter left in the mailbox."

The eight hundred bhikkhuni frowned when she heard the words, she lowered her eyelids, lightly raised her palm and waved the servant away: "I see."

Although it is true that things of unknown origin should not be disassembled at will, but if there is something that cannot be seen by Oni Wu Tsuji, it is easier to keep it - not to mention, no matter what is inside, it cannot threaten the eight hundred monks. The presence.

She opened the envelope, but suddenly found something strange after opening it.The envelope is empty.

There is nothing outside the envelope, and there is nothing inside the envelope...

So maybe it's someone's prank, but is she supercilious?

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni thought this was the case, until she noticed something strange around her.

Although the surroundings are still familiar with the room structure, she is still sitting in the room, and even her posture has not changed in any way, but she found some kind of strange fluctuations faintly revealed from the air.

Such a change was so subtle that it might be ignored if she was not careful, and when she realized this, she suddenly understood who the owner of the envelope was.

"Nightmare."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni softly called out his name, the existence that can pull people into dreams, in her memory is only nightmares.

Although I don't know what method he used this time, what is certain is that it is definitely related to the envelope in her hand.

Eight hundred bhikkuni never thought that he would do such a thing during the day, let alone that he would have the courage to do such a thing in front of Guiwu Tsuji.

It's just that... the eight hundred bhikkuni suddenly remembered the back of Guiwu Tsuji when he left, and then related to Nightmare's actions at this time, and immediately realized—maybe Guiwu Tsuji is not in the mansion at the moment.

She picked up the envelope, put it under her nose and sniffed it lightly for a while, but she could only smell the smell of very ordinary paper.

But at this time, after all, he was in a dream, and it was normal for him not to be able to find anything unusual. Eight Hundred Bhikuni frowned, and put the envelope on the low table in front of him.

A few minutes had passed since she called out Nightmare's name, but the other party showed no signs of appearing in front of her. Not only that, but the surroundings were also very calm, as normal as it could be.

Thinking of this, Bhikkhuni Babai didn't intend to continue sitting in the room. She stood up and opened the barrier door. After closing her eyes, what she saw was a courtyard that seemed very familiar.

——not the garden in the mansion where she lives now, but...

There are several wisterias growing in the courtyard, and there is a small pond in the middle. Eight hundred bhikkhuni raised his face and looked up at the sky—it seemed to be a sunny and warm day.

She slowly stepped out of the verandah, her footsteps settled, and she stood in the courtyard with solid soil. When she stretched out her hand, she could even clearly feel the temperature of the sun on her skin.

This overly real feeling made Babaichuni frowned, and subconsciously began to doubt whether his body had really walked into the courtyard in reality.

If this is the case, I'm afraid it will be regarded as sleepwalking.

Just when she was about to go back to the porch to sit down, she suddenly found someone holding her arm.

"Takahashi!"

The eight hundred bhikkuni who heard the voice looked sideways, and a girl dressed as a maid was holding her with one hand and holding a saucer in the other, with a anxious expression on her face: "Why are you still standing here stupidly!"

She forced the saucer into the hand of Babai Bikuni, and Babai Bikkuni subconsciously took it and held it, and also saw clearly that the bowl on the saucer was filled with black liquid.

There was a strange smell wafting out of the bowl, accompanied by the curling heat, which made Babaichuni start to wonder whether this thing had any connection with this dream.

"What are you looking at? This is the young master's medicine. I boiled it for a long time. Hurry up and take it back while it's hot. Otherwise, it will be hot again after it cools down. It's really hard to drink. You It's also hard to coax."

Hearing what she said, Babaichuni was stunned for a moment, apparently her expression caught the attention of the maid, who raised her hand and waved in front of her: "What's wrong with you today?"

The servant girl stared at her suspiciously, and put her hand on her forehead: "Could it be that you are also sick? If you are also sick, then I really don't know who should serve the young master... I I didn't expect to be sent there temporarily, the maid who was sent last time... Takahashi! Are you listening? Why are you in a daze again!"

The maid pushed her gently, feeling deeply helpless with her performance today: "Go back soon, if you don't leave, the medicine will really go cold, and the young master will still lose his temper..."

Pushed by her to walk a few steps forward, listening to so many words from her, combined with the surrounding environment and the saucer in her hand.Eight hundred bhikkhunis suddenly came back to their senses, and suddenly understood where this place was.

[Heian period, Ubuyashiki family. 】

There is a very strange feeling.It was also during this time that Mingming and Qingming met, but for the eight hundred monks, there was no strange feeling when they dreamed of Qingming.

But everything she saw at this moment made her stunned for a long time.

It's clearly the same vampire technique, but it's just a different dream.At the beginning, she could think of Seimei in an instant, and think of the old shrine with few people.Now it took a long time to realize that I was at the Miyayashiki's house at this time.

This was when she was working as a maid at the Ubuyashiki family.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni suddenly remembered that Inosuke had asked her, did the "she" in the story of Oni Wu Tsuji have no name?

There are, indeed there are.

"Takahashi..." Eight Hundred Bikuni murmured softly.

This is her original surname.

The maid behind her couldn't hear what she was saying, so she stuck out her head and asked, "What did you say?"

"No," Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni shook her head, "it's nothing."

Seeing that the other party was about to urge her again, Bhikkhuni Baba held the saucer in her hand and said, "I suddenly remembered something just now, and I'm fine now, so I'll go first."

This time the maid finally didn't say anything more, and the eight hundred bhikkhuni left her and walked along the corridor by feeling—in fact, she didn't remember where the "little master"'s yard was at all, but she was not in a hurry .

It's just a dream.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni said softly in her heart, everything is false.

So no matter whether her medicine was delivered or not, it would not really cause any substantial impact.

It's just that everything that appeared in front of her now is too real, not only the warmth that fell on her just now, but also the bowl of medicinal juice she is holding now.

The black concoction was steaming hot from the beginning, and the heat gradually receded after she walked for a while. She reached out and touched the wall of the bowl, and found that it was already warm.

It's just that they haven't seen each other for a while, is Nightmare's strength enough to create such a real dream?

Eight hundred bhikkhuni was thinking about it, but she came to a barrier door unknowingly, as if she had been guided by something in the dark, she stopped in her tracks.

Just when she put her palm on the barrier, she heard a cough coming from inside.

The voice was low at first, then it became louder and louder, and finally stopped, and she heard the childish voice again.

"Takahashi!"

Hearing the voice inside, the eight hundred bhikkhuni's palm that was about to push the door paused, and then pushed open the barrier door.

"I'm here." She left the sunlight and entered the Japanese room where most of the light was blocked, and her whole body went from bright to dark in an instant.

She opened her mouth softly, and said to the people in the room, "I'm back."

The five or six-year-old child who was originally sitting in the bedding had a pair of red plum-colored eyes.

Although he had only seen Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi turn into this posture a few days ago, but at that time he was not even somewhat similar to the child in front of her except for his appearance.

The feeling from the atmosphere is completely different.

The pale-skinned child sitting in the bedding, covering his mouth with his hands and coughing, caused Babaqiuni to put down the saucer in her hand. She put the saucer on the low table next to the bedding, and patted his back with her palm.

Although such a move had no practical effect, it could at least provide some psychological comfort. When she sat down, the child shrank into her arms and hugged her waist.

"Where have you been?" He buried his head in the arms of Babaichuni, raised his face and asked her.

Those red plum-colored eyes were as vigilant as a kitten, and their expression was obviously nervous.

If you feel carefully, you can find that the child's current state is actually very insecure.His fingers tightly clutched the corner of Bhikkhuni's clothes, as if he was afraid that she would leave suddenly again.

When he hugged her, Babai Bikuni's body was obviously stiff for a moment, and she pursed her lips: "I went to bring the medicine back."

The eight hundred bhikkhuni brought the medicine bowl from behind naturally, as skillfully as if he had done it a thousand times.

She brought the bowl to the child in her arms and coaxed him to drink it softly.

"I don't want to drink."

The other party completely buried his face in her arms, deliberately avoided the medicine bowl she brought, and made a muffled voice: "What's the use of drinking it? It's still not the same."

Hearing this, the eight hundred bhikkhuni slightly lowered his eyelids, and set his eyes on the top of his hair.

The child curled up in her arms had beautiful curly black hair as shiny as a crow's feather.

"No." Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said softly, "Drink the medicine and you will get better."

When she said this, she was actually in a trance, but the words blurted out as if she couldn't control them, and fell into the ears of the child in her arms.

He raised his face cautiously, and reached out to touch the face of the eight hundred bhikkuni.

"Are you going to be sick?" he asked.

Seeing that his movements were a bit difficult, Eight Hundred Bikuni lowered his head slightly so that his hands could be placed on her face more easily.

"...Yes." Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said to him, "Human beings will get sick."

The child who heard this answer was obviously not satisfied, he frowned: "I have never seen you sick."

Eight Hundred Bhikuni suddenly smiled, such a light smile, she closed her eyes, and pressed her forehead against his forehead: "If I am sick, will Wu Mi feel happy?"

Wen Yan Wuyan's eyes widened, he withdrew his hand from her face, and also got out of her embrace.

He sat back in the bedding, turned his face to look at the eight hundred bhikkhunis, and after a while he said softly: "Don't get sick."

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni raised her eyes, her gaze was calm and gentle: "Why?"

Wu Mi thought about it seriously, and her young and immature face was full of seriousness: "If a person is seriously ill, he will die, right?"

He said, "I don't want you, Takahashi, to die."

At this moment, the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni had the urge to cry.

She clearly knew from the very beginning that this was just an illusory dream, but when she saw this child, she suddenly felt that everything was real.

The child's small palms were pressed against her face, and his body was also warmer than ordinary people because of his young age.That kind of temperature seeped into the skin of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, causing her to fall into a long silence.

By the time Babaichuni realized it, the medicine bowl that had been placed next to the bedding was already empty.

"I don't want to die either." Wu Mi said so suddenly, he looked at Eight Hundred Bhikkuni: "I want to live."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni looked at him quietly, "You will survive."

She didn't know what she was thinking, and she couldn't even keep awake and calm, as if something was buzzing in her mind, making her want to get up and leave.

But her body remained motionless.

Wu Mi seemed to have noticed her strangeness, frowning slightly on her unopened face, but she did not see the cruelty of the future, but the innocence and purity of a child.

"Is there something on Takahashi's mind?" He asked her softly, "You still think, stay here with me..."

It was clearly a very soft voice, but it revealed a bit of coldness for no reason: "Is it a very boring thing?"

Eight hundred bhikkhunis came back to their senses, "No."

She looked at Wuyou's young and immature face full of frailty and sickness, and also saw his excessively pale skin and a body that was much thinner than children of the same age.

[As if his entire existence meant nothing but misery. 】

Yabaichuni can't say "very interesting", and she can't think of anything that Onimai Tsuji can do. When passing by other yards, she saw all kinds of flowers blooming in those yards ——But Wu Mi couldn't leave his room at all.

His body at this time is too weak, so weak that even a little wind will cause his life to hang by a thread.

He didn't know what Wu Mi was thinking of, after hearing the denial from Babaichuni, he asked her again: "Will you stay with me all the time?"

The eight hundred bhikkhuni hesitated.

She opened her mouth and finally said, "Yes."

Wu Mi held her hand. Her hand was soft and her skin was always fair. Wu Mi had actually met other maids in the family before. She was completely different from those maids.

Compared with the lowly maid, she is more like Ji Jun in distress, forced by life to lower her noble head, and can only barely survive under others.

The most obvious evidence is that Wu Mi rarely sees her smiling.

She was always too quiet, but she couldn't be ignored, and Wu Mi could always sense that she had something on her mind, but every time he asked, she would only say "nothing".

"Really?" Wu Mi asked her again as if to confirm something.

After the first answer was uttered, Babaichuni's follow-up answers were much smoother, and she said affirmatively: "Really."

So Wucan laughed, the small outline outlined a happy arc, he held the hand of Babaichuni, and said to her: "Then I will be with you when I grow up."

Eight hundred bhikkhunis suddenly froze.

She couldn't tell whether this was the real past reappearing, or an illusion constructed in an illusory dream.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

But Wu Mi still has something to say: "After I take Yuanfu, I can marry you."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni lowered her head, Wu Mi couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Won't you?" he asked.

Although her status is indeed low, she also told him that her hometown is in a fishing village in the Wakasa country. It was because all the family members passed away that she left her hometown and came to Heian-kyo.

But as the youngest son, Wu Mi still has an elder brother above him, he has no chance to inherit the family business, and if he wants to become an official, he will only be restricted by his physical condition... So even if he marries a maid as his wife, it is actually not a big deal.

"I am much older than you." Eight hundred bhikkuni said suddenly, "When you grow up, I will be old."

Hearing this, Wu Mi held her hand and said indifferently, "It's okay."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni didn't know whether he could say anything because he was still young, or because it was a dream created by a nightmare, so he couldn't think about the problem from a realistic perspective.

But when she heard this, she still said a few more words: "Even when you were young and handsome, I have become old, ugly and wrinkled, do you still think it's okay?"

She asked him like this, even though she knew that such a thing was completely impossible.

What Bhikkhuni has is eternity, even if the human beings around her age one after another, she will only maintain this young and beautiful appearance for endless years.

But the child who heard this frowned.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni suddenly wanted to feel the cruelty of reality—this kind of cruelty even continued into the dream.

But to her surprise, the child asked her, "Will you die before me?"

Eight hundred bhikkuni was stunned.

"Yes." She said to him suddenly: "Because I am much older than you, I will go to another world before you."

Wen Yan Wuyou held her hand tightly: "Then it doesn't matter."

Wu Mi said to her: "If you will always be by my side, I will definitely be by your side. I will watch you die with my own eyes, and then go to another world with you."

Even if he actually didn't know whether the world after death existed at this time.

Wu Mi only knew that she didn't want to die, and she would die before herself.

This kind of thinking is actually very strange, but when holding her hand, he suddenly felt that if she would die first and wait for him in another world first, then he would not be so afraid of death.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni didn't know what he was thinking, the innocent answer in front of her made her heartstrings tense, she stared deeply into his eyes, trying to see something from his eyes.

But those red plum-colored eyes were wide open, and the color inside was clean and beautiful.

It is as soft as the petals falling on the snow-white ground in winter.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni didn't know what she should say at this time, she didn't even know what the Wu Mi in front of her was.

In the silence, her eyes suddenly touched the porcelain bowl on the saucer.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni's eyes fell on the porcelain bowl with a little medicine residue left at the bottom, and suddenly reached out to pick it up.

Nightmare will no longer appear.She thought, from the moment she called his name to now, he hadn't responded at all, as if he couldn't enter this dream.

She couldn't feel the breath of Nightmare at all, and couldn't detect any trace of his existence.

But what Babaichuni was sure of was that she should not continue to stay in this weird dream at this time.

Regardless of whether the child sitting in front of her is real or not, it is the Wu Mi who gave birth to the youngest son of the Yashiki family.

In her memory, she could not remember the slightest trace of this conversation.

Babai Bhikuni didn't know whether it was because of fiction, so she didn't exist in her mind, or she really had a bad memory, just like what Tong Mo said, she would always forget important things.

It doesn't matter anymore.

It's just a dream.

Babai Khuni slammed the porcelain bowl into pieces, she stared at the pile of debris for a long time, then raised her face to meet Wu Mi's eyes.

In the eyes of Wu Mi and panic, she suddenly asked him: "If I do something too much to you, will you forgive me?"

Wu Can's immature face showed a look of fear at this moment.

But he still said, "Yes."

So Babaichuni smiled, the smile had a wide arc, like self-deprecating and ironic.

She picked up a fragment of a porcelain bowl and cut her own neck without hesitation.

The splashed blood stained Wuyou's bedding red, and also splashed on his face. He wanted to crawl over in panic, and his distorted face fell into the eyes of the eight hundred bhikkhuni in an instant.

Perhaps a second passed, or perhaps not even a second passed, and the eight hundred bhikkuni opened his eyes.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, still holding the opened and empty envelope in her hand, the surrounding area was too quiet, only the sunlight fell into the Japanese room through the thin shoji door, illuminating the whole Japanese room at the same time , also brought a little warmth.

But Bhikkhuni Eight Hundred also keenly discovered that the position she was sitting at now could not be exposed to sunlight anyway.

So... Where did the warm and real sunlight I felt in the dream just now come from?