Illness Men's Manual
Chapter 27
It's already the eighth.
"Collecting this stuff is really disgusting fun."
Fu Heisher looked at the finger of Su Nuo that had just been removed from the body of a certain curse spirit. It was really disgusting no matter how close or far it was seen. This is a super-grade curse...
"go back."
Yuwuzhi paused for a while, then turned to look at him, why are these words so familiar.
The day before, I dreamed that my behavior of mocking Fu Jinshen to collect ears was disgusting, but today I was complained about by my own words, and I was a little uncomfortable.
"Never."
Fu Heisher lay lazily in the air, looking at her with his jaw propped up.
"Although the feeling of being held by a woman is not bad, but it would be more comfortable if it is held in other places."
There was a pleasant smile on the corner of the scarred mouth.
Yuwuzhi's face turned black, although Fuheshier has become a divine weapon, but Yuwuzhi doesn't like to be in the same body with him, and let him go outside most of the time.
Speaking of which, the weapon he turned into was exaggerated enough, it turned out to be a two-meter-high black sickle.
I don’t know if it’s because of this guy’s bad taste. Not only is it a huge difference from her 1.6-meter height, but she also looks more like a death-defying god of death when she uses it.
Afterwards, he and Kiriori simply kept him in human form, and Fuheshier, who was more free, sometimes rushed up to fight with the "Amazing Hoko" without even needing to fight with Kiriori.
It's just that there are too many messes.
Until today, Wuzhi has gradually become numb, and her own artifact can carry the weapon to fight without her needing anything at all. Speaking of which, it is a little more advanced than those artifacts of Yato.
It is bad habits that die hard.
"It's okay, I'm going to catch up with the next game of horse racing." Fu Heisher threw his fingers to Yu Wuzhi, put his hands on the pillow, and walked away slowly.
"come back earlier."
He said casually, "Where are you going?"
"go home."
He frowned with Wuzhi, sealed Su Nuo's fingers, and left in another direction without looking back after speaking lightly.
Fu Heisher stopped and looked back at her, but there was no one left.
He touched his nose, raised his head and stared at the sky without saying a word.
How many years have not heard these two words ah.
Suddenly he felt quite boring. Anyway, he didn't have much money, so it was not impossible to go back early.
***
***
And Wuzhi is ready to rush to listen to the prayer.
She used to fulfill those greedy and resentful wishes just like the God of Misfortune, wandering in the bloody sunset, and covered the earth with a layer of black soil.
But when blood splashed all over his cheeks, his pupils were stained scarlet.
The whole world becomes hard to breathe.
The stumps on the ground, the severed arms, and the heads rolled down to the feet.
There was a bloody mist, and the smell was so bad that it almost vomited.
She bent down, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something slowly sprouting in the black soil on the battlefield... Was it a flower?
Under her gaze, the golden flowers, layers upon layers of petals broke through the blood mist, swaying in front of her.
——A flower blooming from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?
She thought a little uncertainly, and was completely attracted.
Like the only sunshine falling on it, it shone in her heart and dispelled the hesitation and fog. It looked so beautiful and dazzling at the moment.
Later, Wuzhi and Wuzhi searched for the name and origin of this flower, and then embroidered it on the skirt and cuffs, as if they were parting from the past.
She dismissed her thoughts, and when passing by Shou Sui County, she suddenly smelled a familiar smell, and Wuzhi hesitated for a moment before rushing over, it should be at the sacrificial altar.
No, not right.
Although it is very similar and familiar, but there is no resonance, it should be an imitation...God?
Every region in Japan has its own land gods, most of whom are land gods like Mikage, silently guarding shrines and local residents, and it is impossible to appear in the mortal world so ostentatiously.
"I'm afraid it's a curse spirit again." Yuwuzhi murmured, and after approaching the enchantment, he really sensed the breath of the curse spirit, and it was born by human beings again.
It's ridiculous that the gods who gradually lose their faith are replaced by curse spirits.
***
***
"Huiyuan!!!"
A heart-piercing cry resounded through the sky, and the young conjurer fell to his knees on the ground, with blood seeping from his eyes, leaving two bloodstains on his wounded cheeks.
He gasped for breath, and a mournful cry broke out of his throat.
The blond hair was stained a mottled earth color by the dirt, and his usually indifferent face was shattered with the screams.
The mission information this time was miscalculated again. It was clearly just a second-level curse spirit that could be easily solved, but the Faith of the Earth God in front of him was clearly a first-level mission! !
The weapon in Huiyuan's hand was smashed into the air by the curse spirit, his body fell uncontrollably, and was suddenly pierced through the abdomen!
"Quick, run away..."
Haibara's pupils shrank sharply and spewed out a mouthful of blood, a hole was ripped open in his abdomen, blood continued to overflow from his mouth, and he made intermittent inaudible sounds towards Qihai.
Qihai wiped off the blood stains from the corner of her mouth, and crazily raised the weapon in her hand and rushed towards the curse spirit, jumped up in the air and cut off one arm of the curse spirit!
"Hold on! The support staff we called earlier should be on their way—"
"Qihai, go away..."
"Don't talk, save your strength, we can drag until—"
"Qami, if you can..."
"I, I really want to meet my family and Kiriori-senpai..."
"Stop talking!!!"
Qihai's near-collapse cry came to an abrupt end, and her heart stopped suddenly the moment the other party lowered her arm.
Already... no one answered his words.
But the battle continues.
Desperation and a huge shadow enveloped him like a dark cloud hovering above his head, and his malice and lack of fighting spirit made him lose the ability to fight back.
Qihai lowered her head, clenched her fists, trembling all over.
This is a road that he never imagined. He walked on this road with Hui Yuan and others. The laughter and tears, suffering and torture he experienced will eventually point to an end.
Such a scene... seems to have been seen once.
That was when she was there.
Qi Hai was in a trance and couldn't dodge the next attack of the curse spirit. His whole body was overturned again and again. After rolling dozens of times, he fell on the concrete floor, and the scar on his forehead deepened.
The blood mixed with the soil, turned into a black substance, and the whole body was messed up.
He coughed twice, the blood choked his throat, his pupils began to slack, and he could see a faint light. Is this sign a fantasy before he died?
Or...
Memories flooded up like sea water.
The cursed master who was judged to have defected... Kiriori-san?
Is that Huihara's wish?
The bright light gradually turned into bigger and bigger cracks, tearing away the deformed appearance transformed by fear, the originally distorted body of the curse spirit suddenly stopped, screamed fiercely, and was cut open abruptly!
The battlefield is always gray tones of black and red.
At the same time as the smell of blood permeated, the bright color was overwhelmingly overwhelming, and the cold light came first, piercing the sky.
There are countless dust and mourning of the undead floating in the air, as if they have been redeemed at this moment, cleaning up this gloomy enchantment.
She stood under the night, holding a cold light in her hand.
Along with the long wind and smoke, the corner of the skirt swayed the breathtaking scene.
"I believe Kiriori-senpai is definitely not that kind of person!"
"Qihai! I can see people very accurately!"
Qihai closed his eyes, and after coughing out the blood clot stuck in his throat, his consciousness was a little blurred, the heat flowed across his cheeks, and he almost choked up.
The most recent time, it seemed that they had dinner with their seniors at a hotel in Okinawa.
Whether it is a magician, a curser, a curse spirit, or a god...
Are they all heading down the same path of no return?
When Wuzhi appeared on the stage, she killed the cursed spirit called Ultu God. Seeing a familiar face under the ashes and gunpowder smoke, she froze for a moment and didn't say much.
These two used to be her juniors, but now they are on the opposite side of her.
She came not because this curse spirit occupied the god position, but because she heard the wish, the wish closest to her.
"I want to see her again."
—and so she appeared.
Yu Wuzhi lowered his eyes, turned around with the narrow knife in hand, but heard a hoarse voice behind him, with a weak and gentle breath: "You...how did you appear?"
"I heard wishes for my presence."
Yuriori's cold voice dispelled the lingering humming, Qihai gave a low mocking laugh, and lowered his eyelids in despair, the wounds all over his body had already made him unable to move.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was still breathing, maybe he wouldn't have believed that such a thing actually existed.
"But...he has already..."
Every sentence that Qihai said seems to have exhausted all her strength, her voice was hoarse but extremely fragile, the blood in her body was constantly flowing, and her lips became paler and paler.
There is no marquee of life before death.
Some are probably just endless remorse and unwillingness, circling in the rest of his life. For him, any conjurer or defector is just a sufferer on this road.
If you don't take this path, more people will die, and there will be more irreparable losses, but what does that have to do with me.
He is only a human being, and he also has... his own wishes.
It's rare for Wuzhi and Wuzhi to stop. Huiyuan, who fell on the ground, has long since lost signs of life and is powerless. If he is forced to save him...
"The price of being resurrected from the dead is not something you can pay."
Qihai's Adam's apple rolled twice with difficulty, and her gradually collapsed expression began to twist, even if she came back from the dead, so what?Who can guarantee that the same situation will not happen next time?
The end of the conjurer is like this.
Going back and forth to the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of their companions.
"But he didn't have a wish until he died..."
An inaudible low choke, speaking of a low and suppressed kick.
She looked back at him slowly and long, "Ah, it's finished."
Qihai was stunned for a moment.
There was a call from the support staff in the distance, and he turned his eyes along with the red and white shadow without hearing it.
So...that was my wish?
***
***
"Go and rest first, Nanami."
Xia Youjie lowered his head slightly, and covered Huiyuan's body with a white cloth. The hair on his forehead covered the expression in his eyes, and his increasingly thin profile looked more gloomy.
Looking carefully, the black-haired young man's lower eyelids are covered with black mist, and his slender eyelashes cast a shadow smudged with ink.
"...I saw her."
"..."
"... She saved me."
"I see, this matter has been left to Wu to handle."
"..."
The infirmary was silent at the moment.
Until Xia Youjie sighed, turned around slowly, and wanted to speak again to persuade, but was interrupted by Qihai's tired and hoarse voice.
"...Then why not leave it all to that person."
"If it was him, what would he do?"
Xia Youjie's eyes returned to calm, like a deep pool with no bottom to be seen.
"He'll stand his ground and take care of everything."
"Collecting this stuff is really disgusting fun."
Fu Heisher looked at the finger of Su Nuo that had just been removed from the body of a certain curse spirit. It was really disgusting no matter how close or far it was seen. This is a super-grade curse...
"go back."
Yuwuzhi paused for a while, then turned to look at him, why are these words so familiar.
The day before, I dreamed that my behavior of mocking Fu Jinshen to collect ears was disgusting, but today I was complained about by my own words, and I was a little uncomfortable.
"Never."
Fu Heisher lay lazily in the air, looking at her with his jaw propped up.
"Although the feeling of being held by a woman is not bad, but it would be more comfortable if it is held in other places."
There was a pleasant smile on the corner of the scarred mouth.
Yuwuzhi's face turned black, although Fuheshier has become a divine weapon, but Yuwuzhi doesn't like to be in the same body with him, and let him go outside most of the time.
Speaking of which, the weapon he turned into was exaggerated enough, it turned out to be a two-meter-high black sickle.
I don’t know if it’s because of this guy’s bad taste. Not only is it a huge difference from her 1.6-meter height, but she also looks more like a death-defying god of death when she uses it.
Afterwards, he and Kiriori simply kept him in human form, and Fuheshier, who was more free, sometimes rushed up to fight with the "Amazing Hoko" without even needing to fight with Kiriori.
It's just that there are too many messes.
Until today, Wuzhi has gradually become numb, and her own artifact can carry the weapon to fight without her needing anything at all. Speaking of which, it is a little more advanced than those artifacts of Yato.
It is bad habits that die hard.
"It's okay, I'm going to catch up with the next game of horse racing." Fu Heisher threw his fingers to Yu Wuzhi, put his hands on the pillow, and walked away slowly.
"come back earlier."
He said casually, "Where are you going?"
"go home."
He frowned with Wuzhi, sealed Su Nuo's fingers, and left in another direction without looking back after speaking lightly.
Fu Heisher stopped and looked back at her, but there was no one left.
He touched his nose, raised his head and stared at the sky without saying a word.
How many years have not heard these two words ah.
Suddenly he felt quite boring. Anyway, he didn't have much money, so it was not impossible to go back early.
***
***
And Wuzhi is ready to rush to listen to the prayer.
She used to fulfill those greedy and resentful wishes just like the God of Misfortune, wandering in the bloody sunset, and covered the earth with a layer of black soil.
But when blood splashed all over his cheeks, his pupils were stained scarlet.
The whole world becomes hard to breathe.
The stumps on the ground, the severed arms, and the heads rolled down to the feet.
There was a bloody mist, and the smell was so bad that it almost vomited.
She bent down, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something slowly sprouting in the black soil on the battlefield... Was it a flower?
Under her gaze, the golden flowers, layers upon layers of petals broke through the blood mist, swaying in front of her.
——A flower blooming from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?
She thought a little uncertainly, and was completely attracted.
Like the only sunshine falling on it, it shone in her heart and dispelled the hesitation and fog. It looked so beautiful and dazzling at the moment.
Later, Wuzhi and Wuzhi searched for the name and origin of this flower, and then embroidered it on the skirt and cuffs, as if they were parting from the past.
She dismissed her thoughts, and when passing by Shou Sui County, she suddenly smelled a familiar smell, and Wuzhi hesitated for a moment before rushing over, it should be at the sacrificial altar.
No, not right.
Although it is very similar and familiar, but there is no resonance, it should be an imitation...God?
Every region in Japan has its own land gods, most of whom are land gods like Mikage, silently guarding shrines and local residents, and it is impossible to appear in the mortal world so ostentatiously.
"I'm afraid it's a curse spirit again." Yuwuzhi murmured, and after approaching the enchantment, he really sensed the breath of the curse spirit, and it was born by human beings again.
It's ridiculous that the gods who gradually lose their faith are replaced by curse spirits.
***
***
"Huiyuan!!!"
A heart-piercing cry resounded through the sky, and the young conjurer fell to his knees on the ground, with blood seeping from his eyes, leaving two bloodstains on his wounded cheeks.
He gasped for breath, and a mournful cry broke out of his throat.
The blond hair was stained a mottled earth color by the dirt, and his usually indifferent face was shattered with the screams.
The mission information this time was miscalculated again. It was clearly just a second-level curse spirit that could be easily solved, but the Faith of the Earth God in front of him was clearly a first-level mission! !
The weapon in Huiyuan's hand was smashed into the air by the curse spirit, his body fell uncontrollably, and was suddenly pierced through the abdomen!
"Quick, run away..."
Haibara's pupils shrank sharply and spewed out a mouthful of blood, a hole was ripped open in his abdomen, blood continued to overflow from his mouth, and he made intermittent inaudible sounds towards Qihai.
Qihai wiped off the blood stains from the corner of her mouth, and crazily raised the weapon in her hand and rushed towards the curse spirit, jumped up in the air and cut off one arm of the curse spirit!
"Hold on! The support staff we called earlier should be on their way—"
"Qihai, go away..."
"Don't talk, save your strength, we can drag until—"
"Qami, if you can..."
"I, I really want to meet my family and Kiriori-senpai..."
"Stop talking!!!"
Qihai's near-collapse cry came to an abrupt end, and her heart stopped suddenly the moment the other party lowered her arm.
Already... no one answered his words.
But the battle continues.
Desperation and a huge shadow enveloped him like a dark cloud hovering above his head, and his malice and lack of fighting spirit made him lose the ability to fight back.
Qihai lowered her head, clenched her fists, trembling all over.
This is a road that he never imagined. He walked on this road with Hui Yuan and others. The laughter and tears, suffering and torture he experienced will eventually point to an end.
Such a scene... seems to have been seen once.
That was when she was there.
Qi Hai was in a trance and couldn't dodge the next attack of the curse spirit. His whole body was overturned again and again. After rolling dozens of times, he fell on the concrete floor, and the scar on his forehead deepened.
The blood mixed with the soil, turned into a black substance, and the whole body was messed up.
He coughed twice, the blood choked his throat, his pupils began to slack, and he could see a faint light. Is this sign a fantasy before he died?
Or...
Memories flooded up like sea water.
The cursed master who was judged to have defected... Kiriori-san?
Is that Huihara's wish?
The bright light gradually turned into bigger and bigger cracks, tearing away the deformed appearance transformed by fear, the originally distorted body of the curse spirit suddenly stopped, screamed fiercely, and was cut open abruptly!
The battlefield is always gray tones of black and red.
At the same time as the smell of blood permeated, the bright color was overwhelmingly overwhelming, and the cold light came first, piercing the sky.
There are countless dust and mourning of the undead floating in the air, as if they have been redeemed at this moment, cleaning up this gloomy enchantment.
She stood under the night, holding a cold light in her hand.
Along with the long wind and smoke, the corner of the skirt swayed the breathtaking scene.
"I believe Kiriori-senpai is definitely not that kind of person!"
"Qihai! I can see people very accurately!"
Qihai closed his eyes, and after coughing out the blood clot stuck in his throat, his consciousness was a little blurred, the heat flowed across his cheeks, and he almost choked up.
The most recent time, it seemed that they had dinner with their seniors at a hotel in Okinawa.
Whether it is a magician, a curser, a curse spirit, or a god...
Are they all heading down the same path of no return?
When Wuzhi appeared on the stage, she killed the cursed spirit called Ultu God. Seeing a familiar face under the ashes and gunpowder smoke, she froze for a moment and didn't say much.
These two used to be her juniors, but now they are on the opposite side of her.
She came not because this curse spirit occupied the god position, but because she heard the wish, the wish closest to her.
"I want to see her again."
—and so she appeared.
Yu Wuzhi lowered his eyes, turned around with the narrow knife in hand, but heard a hoarse voice behind him, with a weak and gentle breath: "You...how did you appear?"
"I heard wishes for my presence."
Yuriori's cold voice dispelled the lingering humming, Qihai gave a low mocking laugh, and lowered his eyelids in despair, the wounds all over his body had already made him unable to move.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was still breathing, maybe he wouldn't have believed that such a thing actually existed.
"But...he has already..."
Every sentence that Qihai said seems to have exhausted all her strength, her voice was hoarse but extremely fragile, the blood in her body was constantly flowing, and her lips became paler and paler.
There is no marquee of life before death.
Some are probably just endless remorse and unwillingness, circling in the rest of his life. For him, any conjurer or defector is just a sufferer on this road.
If you don't take this path, more people will die, and there will be more irreparable losses, but what does that have to do with me.
He is only a human being, and he also has... his own wishes.
It's rare for Wuzhi and Wuzhi to stop. Huiyuan, who fell on the ground, has long since lost signs of life and is powerless. If he is forced to save him...
"The price of being resurrected from the dead is not something you can pay."
Qihai's Adam's apple rolled twice with difficulty, and her gradually collapsed expression began to twist, even if she came back from the dead, so what?Who can guarantee that the same situation will not happen next time?
The end of the conjurer is like this.
Going back and forth to the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of their companions.
"But he didn't have a wish until he died..."
An inaudible low choke, speaking of a low and suppressed kick.
She looked back at him slowly and long, "Ah, it's finished."
Qihai was stunned for a moment.
There was a call from the support staff in the distance, and he turned his eyes along with the red and white shadow without hearing it.
So...that was my wish?
***
***
"Go and rest first, Nanami."
Xia Youjie lowered his head slightly, and covered Huiyuan's body with a white cloth. The hair on his forehead covered the expression in his eyes, and his increasingly thin profile looked more gloomy.
Looking carefully, the black-haired young man's lower eyelids are covered with black mist, and his slender eyelashes cast a shadow smudged with ink.
"...I saw her."
"..."
"... She saved me."
"I see, this matter has been left to Wu to handle."
"..."
The infirmary was silent at the moment.
Until Xia Youjie sighed, turned around slowly, and wanted to speak again to persuade, but was interrupted by Qihai's tired and hoarse voice.
"...Then why not leave it all to that person."
"If it was him, what would he do?"
Xia Youjie's eyes returned to calm, like a deep pool with no bottom to be seen.
"He'll stand his ground and take care of everything."
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