Illness Men's Manual

There was a faint sound of music and dancing in the distance, and the jingle bells were sweet.

Yuwuzhi was startled like a dream, and found herself standing outside the towering city wall, she looked towards the sky.

The night in Heian-kyo always reveals a faint glow.

As if to prove the peacefulness of the singing and dancing in the city, the whole street was brightly lit with candles, while the city wall outside the light and shadow was pitch black with the howling wind.

Outside the city is even more silent, the luxuriant branches and leaves are like ghost claws, swaying frightening black shadows, and the fog weaving along the bloodstains to the mountains and forests.

The smell of the beast mixed with the smell of blood produced a disgusting smell. She gently pushed aside the branches and leaves that blocked her view, and a long silver blade landed in front of her eyes.

Tick ​​tock.

Blood dripped from the silver blade into the soil.

Yuwuzhi frowned, regretting coming over to take a look.

The young man with the long blade in his hand turned his head slightly, the bangs in front of his forehead flashed across those extremely cold blue eyes, looking at her with a faint blood color, and uttered a meaningless one-syllable word: "Ah."

"It smells so heavy."

Yuwuzhi simply broke off the obtrusive branches and leaves and threw them at his feet.

The young man in front of him blinked his eyes slowly, his dark purple hair was tied high behind his head, revealing a clear and thin side face, and a black bathrobe stained with blood.

He froze, and slowly retracted the blade.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, god of illness."

The young man's voice was particularly ethereal in the woods, and his pair of godless blue eyes were also stained with a little light, and he shook the blood stains on the knife.

"If you know it's you, maybe it will take longer."

Yuwuzhi replied a little depressed, shifted his eyes to his artifact, and said casually: "Why are you still the same, collecting disgusting things like ears."

Yabu, the god of misfortune, belongs to the same nameless god as her, and later changed her name to Yato.

Obviously this guy was a god who was born at about the same time as her, so the taste and aesthetics are so different.

"That's a trophy. Father will be happy."

Ye Bu lowered his eyes and responded calmly, killing those mortals and cutting off their ears as trophies, so that he can get his father's reward.

"Tch, you don't look like a god born from a wish, but more like a handy weapon."

Yuwuzhi snorted softly, with a slight irony in his tone, he caught a glimpse of the artifact in the young man's hand glowing red from the corner of his eye, and seemed a little angry.

"Crimson weapon."

Ye Bu yelled in a low voice, instantly calming down the anger of the artifact, he looked at Yu Wuzhi.

Under the dim light, the girl has a beautiful appearance, fair complexion, and golden patterns embroidered on the skirt, swaying under the moonlight.

His eyes followed her hair and slipped into the loose skirt, like white epiphyllum blooming in the dark.

The suffocating senses climbed up the back inch by inch, causing an inexplicable tremor.

Even the gods are no exception, he clenched the handle of the knife, took a deep breath and shook his head, his expression gradually softened from an inorganic coldness to a normal boy's expression.

Stepping on his wooden clogs, he approached Wuzhi and took a sniff. The smell of blood on her body was almost replaced by the cold fragrance. He pointed at her face full of disgust: "When can you subdue this smell?"

Yuwuzhi looked down at himself: "?"

It's back to the old way again, Ye Bu after the killing is completely different from his usual idle appearance.

Yuwuzhi's expression relaxed, and he didn't bother to argue with him.

I still remember that on the battlefield, when the young man stood in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, he looked back and saw a suffocation feeling like his throat was being strangled, and his breath was filled with the smell of rust and iron.

The gods born from the slaughter became the most bloody on the battlefield.

But she still really hates this guy.

Yuwuzhi rolled his eyes and was about to leave, but he heard him waving from behind: "Hey, hey, you really don't want to continue..."

"Whispering, shut up." Yuwuzhi turned around and interrupted him.

Ye Bu twitched the corners of his mouth, rolled his eyes, kicked away the broken stones under his feet, and yelled at her:

"Listening to the wishes of the weak will only make you weaker and weaker. The high gods will not see the efforts of us nameless gods!"

"Oh."

Those were the last words the God of Fujin said to her.

Ye Bu folded his arms and looked at the back of her leaving without hesitation. The thirteen or fourteen year old boy clenched the weapon in his hand and showed complicated eyes.

The moment the tree shadow dances, the wind moves and the shadow moves.

The elongated black figure also surged along with it.

"I think he's right."

He Wuzhi stopped after hearing the voice, and stopped with some helplessness: "Why do you think so, Feng Qi."

Her artifact is a necromancer wandering in the maple forest, and she simply called it Maple Artifact because she was too lazy to name it.

"Your strength is getting weaker and weaker. If you don't be more active and careful, I won't even be able to pick it up." Feng Qi's voice came from his mind, and the cold female voice made the night's chill even worse.

"Don't worry, since I can take you out, I will always take you with me." Wuzhi shook his head, looking up at the starless and moonless night sky, there was nothing, tomorrow must be bad weather.

"You don't like the feeling of being covered in blood, do you?"

Yuriori called out Maple, and blinked at her.

It was a silver-white long knife with a chilly air, and a string of fringed tassels in the shape of maple leaves hung on the handle.

"..."

Fengqi was silent for a while, then sighed: "But if you do this again, if you meet a big monster, you will..."

"It's okay. I'll go and listen to some more prayers. Recently, there seem to be many ghosts, gods and demons haunting the villages in Nanjiaoyuan. Let's go and have a look."

Yuriri touched the blade, and it slowly floated in the air.

Recently, many wars have broken out. Although the capital of Ping'an is prosperous, the war and smoke of power struggle between small countries are indispensable in the Warring States Period.

It is also because of this that people's hearts are turned toward evil, and many weird monsters and gods have been born.

"Master Wuzhi..." Feng Qi was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "As a god... don't you know what your birth wish is?"

It can feel the breath of the gods.

For example, the God of Misfortune just now committed suicide.

Although Kiriori-sama can tell at a glance that it comes from desire, he doesn't know what kind of desire has the indiscriminate attraction. He was also attracted by her at that time and became the artifact of the god of disease.

Speaking of...

The term "God of Disease and Disaster" is still called by those nameless gods and mortals.

The fundamental reason is probably because wherever she goes, it will cause disasters for many people.

Shortness of breath, irregular heartbeat, twitching—it's all a disease.

A disease that is more inclined to love has caused a disaster.

Later, Wuzhi and Wuzhi came and went alone, wandering back and forth, never staying in one place.

"I'm different from that guy. I didn't come from a certain desire or greed. You can think that I was born naturally."

The voice of Wuzhi is as soft and slow as the night wind.

So she is free, but trapped between heaven and earth.

"In addition to maintaining my own existence, I want to find my wish. I only know that killing people is not my wish." He Wuzhi murmured, looking at the sky: "Maybe I want to sit on the plateau and become a real god ?”

——But what about after that?

Feng Qi was speechless, and simply didn't reply.

"I heard that girl's wish."

Feng Qi was a little sullen: "Then go, let's go towards your wish."

He pursed his lips with Wuzhi and chuckled a few times, and soon came to the village.

The houses here look very dilapidated, and the surrounding villages are often harassed by the flames of war, and supplies and food have to be handed over continuously. The villagers who are hungry have caused the misery of this land.

One of the thatched huts was lit with a faint candlelight.

Going in lightly with Kiriori, she saw a girl in yellow linen covering her face and crying. She looked sallow and emaciated at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and her body was also very petite due to malnutrition.

"You, you..." The girl's eyes widened for a moment, staring at Wuzhi who appeared out of nowhere, she stopped sobbing instantly in fright, and quickly stepped back a few steps and hit the table behind her.

The fair-skinned girl in kimono, dressed simply and without extra accessories, fell in front of her with a faint glow on her skin.

"Don't be afraid, I came here to hear your wish."

You Wuzhi bent down and stretched out his hand towards her, his gentle breath calmed the other party's rapid and flustered breathing.

Maybe Yuwuori looks too beautiful and holy to be a harmful monster at all, or maybe she is desperate and begging as if grabbing a straw.

"Please! My lord, no, god, my lord, help me, woo woo woo!!"

"It's so noisy." Feng Qi rubbed his ears, like this every time, and started crying and shouting without saying anything.

"Don't worry, I will help you."

Yuwuori didn't mind the girl's cries at all, and patted her on the back reassuringly, in exchange for the sneer of his own artifact: "I haven't become an orthodox god yet, but I already have the hypocrisy of those guys."

"Shut up." With a smile on Wu Zhizhi's face, he secretly complained to Feng Qi: "What do you know, this is called building a glorious image for the future shrine to be worshiped by mortals."

Feng Qi sneered: "We'll talk about it when you have a shrine."

Yuwuzhi ignored it, and listened carefully to the intermittent appeals of the petitioner's crying, and was stunned at the end.

"Save you as a sacrifice to ghosts and gods?"

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Yuwuzhi suddenly opened his eyes, and the moment he woke up from the bed, he clearly felt the malice, which emanated from the seal.

Sure enough, you shouldn't put the cursed thing here, so let's throw it in the warehouse later.

She rubbed her forehead, and she actually dreamed about something that happened thousands of years ago, maybe it was because she recently received an artifact?

In short, the feeling was getting worse and worse, and Wuzhi got up immediately, washed up and went to the favorite place of the magic spirits.

Side hall.

The originally empty place was filled with things by the real people and the others.

Monopoly, Mahjong table, Fight the Landlord, Flying Chess...

In addition to these chess and cards, there are also electric toys and various handheld devices...

It was definitely brought by the real guy, and he tugged at the corners of Wuzhi's mouth twice. As a malicious curse spirit of human beings, besides studying those books and collections, what he likes most is studying these fun things.

Forget it, after all, that guy hasn't been born for a long time.

Compared with the ocean and the forest land, he is still a child at present, and his potential for future growth will definitely be wider than them.

but……

After all, it's just a curse.

"Ah!" Seeing Wuzhi, the little real person immediately dropped the game console in his hand, and rushed towards her without saying a word.

The gray-blue eyes are like a spring full of water, holding her waist showing sparkling eyes, and elongated the tone of aggrieved: "Why did you bring this guy here, isn't it enough with us?"

"I can also be Kogiri's sharpest weapon?"

Yuwuzhi touched his head and asked him, "Is the injury all healed?"

The little real person paused for a moment, and was immediately swept away by the branch of the royal flower sitting in front of the low table. He could keenly sense that Wuzhi and Wuzhi were not in a good mood now.

"Tch, Hana Yu!"

The little real person was hanging on the huge tree trunk, with his face propped sideways and his face full of depression.

"It seems that you were hurt by Gojo Satoru, but it's good that you escaped." Yu Wuzhi glanced at Fuheshier who fell asleep in the corner and yawned.

He gently propped his head up with his left arm, and the tails of his eyes were raised slightly. The feeling of being in the same room with these curse spirits is not bad, and the experience is novel.

Anyway, he's not a human now, so he doesn't need to look at these guys as a human, right?

It's just that the guy who deliberately turned into a child is really noisy.

Fu Heisher thought casually, his smooth muscle lines were naturally stretched, and his lazy appearance looked like a cheetah resting in the afternoon.

Her eyes naturally lingered on the divine girl in front of her, her brows were not as soft and loose as before, but there was a beauty buried by Frost Toad.

The graceful figure is so soft that it will leave marks when pinched.

Fu Heisher tilted his head, his calloused fingertips rubbed each other unconsciously, his eyes gradually became playful and aggressive, of course he couldn't be the kind of delicate young lady he thought before.

If this kind of appearance and temperament were ordinary people, it would be unworthy for her, but it is naturally impossible for him to have those serious and decent words in his mind.

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, he stretched his waist and rested his head on his shoulders.

His eyes are frivolous, his voice is lowered, his accent is unclear, and his sentences are deliberately tainted with an aftertaste of unknown meaning.

"Are you going to work...Miss?"