Illness Men's Manual

There are still many undeveloped regions in Japan. Those mysterious and remote places still retain the customs of the old era, and they are stuck in their own small world.

This is an endless sea of ​​trees.

The lush and dense branches and leaves cover the sky above the forest densely, and the fine sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves.

It's this kind of deep mountains and old forests again.

The bushes are covered under the shadow of whirling trees, like gray snakes entangled under their feet, making mysterious sounds when they step on them.

Yuwuzhi sighed, stretched out his hand to push aside the branches and leaves, just in time to see the cooking smoke rising not far away.

An ancient and backward mountain village.

There are people praying in such a place.

Originally, I didn't really want to come to this kind of place, it would take time and effort, but I couldn't help thinking that Feng Qi once sighed to her like this.

"The smaller the wish, the more hopeless the situation is."

"Do you want to help the weak, or give alms?"

At that time, she answered Feng Qi decisively, "It's not charity, I extend a helping hand, and they give faith."

She needs these beliefs badly.

She wants to be a real god.

What happened when Akira Kiriori and Akira Kamma came to the village?Why are there more and more memory killings recently?An unknown emotion is fermenting, some...

The mood is difficult to calm down.

The gate of the village was closed, and only a mud-stone path in the mountain led to the outside world. Such a village should be very exclusive, so she simply hid her body and looked for the location of the petitioner.

It seems that some important person is coming today, and everyone in the village gathers at the gate, just in time to sneak in and explore with Wuzhi.

It occupies a small area, and the house expands outwards around the central square.

The houses here are still very dilapidated, and there are many wooden houses closely connected, and the thresholds form simple corridors, and finally found a relatively luxurious and spacious house.

Yuwuzhi was stunned after pushing the door open, what is this?

A huge... iron cage.

Standing in an empty house.

Two shivering little girls with short hair were locked in a black iron cage, hugging each other for warmth, wearing tattered sackcloth, with scars all over their faces, no, all over their bodies.

"Ugh..."

The two little girls carefully looked at the person coming, and shrunk their bodies back even more, as if they had touched a wound on their body. She bit her lower lip and let out a weak sob.

"How is this going?"

Yuwuzhi approached the iron cage, and a stench emanated from it. It was not used to imprison people at all, but more like an iron cage for livestock and livestock.

"Woo, who are you..." Among them, the blond-haired little girl hugged the girl beside her tightly, choked up her sobs and let out a low animal cry, full of vigilance.

It was only when I got closer that I saw the wounds on the little girl's body. Some of the bruises and wounds looked like falls, while others were wounds from whips, and most of them had festered.

Yuwuzhi was inexplicably angry. She squatted gently beside the cage, fearing that her expression would frighten the two children, so she tried her best to smile: "I heard your wishes, and I'm here to help you." of."

"Wish, wish...?" The little black-haired girl was a little dazed, and instinctively wanted to shrink back, but seeing Yuri's smiling face, she couldn't help but suffocated for a moment.

"really?"

The eyes of the girl who was hugged in her arms suddenly lit up faintly, she coughed weakly a few times, swallowed her saliva and asked Wu Zhi tremblingly: "Really? I, the wish I just made... ..."

Yuwuzhi's eyebrows were soft: "Ah, I hope someone can take you away."

"Is it just to leave? You can't live just outside like this?"

"Please! Just get out of here!" The blond girl became agitated, tears welled up immediately, and choked up, "We don't want to die in this place..."

"I, I want to die where I can see the sky..."

"..."

These two children exude chaotic spell power, and they should be born conjurers.

Shouldn't conjurers be treated and educated as treasures?Even in the Heian period, torturing a conjurer was a felony and could even be punished by oneself.

— Ignorance is also a sin.

Yuwuzhi pursed his lower lip, patted the hem of his clothes and stood up, tearing off the lock on the iron cage not very gently, even a little rough, and the heavy iron door made a harsh sound.

As if opening the shackles that imprisoned life, the little girl hugged each other tightly, and looked up at the person in front of him who broke the iron chains with his bare hands, becoming the only light in her eyes.

Yuwuzhi stretched out his hand towards them, showing a gentle smile: "Come on, I'll take you to a place where there is sky."

The cage in front of them was opened, and the pupils of the two little girls gradually enlarged, and Wuzhi wiped away the darkness in their eyes, and the bright colors bloomed again.

"Thank you, thank you oh..."

Before Wuzhi took them out of the iron cage, a burst of hurried footsteps disturbed the two little girls.

"My lord! This is here!"

A sharp voice sounded, and it seemed that many people had come.

The little girl subconsciously hid in Wuzhi's arms in fear, her body began to tremble, and Wuzhi knelt in the iron cage, half-embracing them, and looked back.

Just in time, a slender figure came into view, and the man stood at the door with one hand in his pocket.

The handsome side face became more three-dimensional against the light, a strand of hair fell from the forehead and swayed at the end of the eyes, and the young man with the ball head was wearing a simple and clean white shirt.

"you……?"

Xia Youjie was slightly taken aback. How could he meet her at this time and this place?

"Who are you!? How did you get in!?"

Then the villagers who came up stood behind Xia Youjie on the left and right. The middle-aged woman with short hair pointed at Wuzhi and shouted: "How can you open the cage casually!? Who are you!?"

Xia Youjie?

He and Wuzhi frowned, it was difficult to connect things together.

She ignored the villagers' questioning, but frowned and looked at Xia Youjie, what's going on?

"Long, so beautiful..."

The Mediterranean man wrapped in a white oil towel stared at Wuzhi's face and muttered, he swallowed, and looked at Xia Youjie: "Is she with this lord?"

Xia Youjie came back to his senses, this situation was obviously not right no matter how you looked at it.

He rubbed his forehead with some nerve-wracking, glanced vaguely at the Mediterranean man behind him, and replied lightly: "Ah, that's it."

"Then you can't open the cage casually! What if these two monsters are released!?" The sharp voice of the middle-aged woman sounded again, pointing at Wuzhi angrily.

"It's these two girls, maybe it's their fault! Sure enough, it's better to kill them!?"

?

How dare you say it, who gave them the right to commit suicide?

Yuwuzhi's eyes turned cold, the two little girls trembled, and hugged Yuwuzhi's arms tightly to retort: ​​"We didn't—"

"Shut up! Two bad guys! You should have strangled you when you were babies!"

The middle-aged woman's chicken voice was too sharp, and even Xia Youjie frowned in discomfort. He barely endured the discomfort, pointing to the iron cage where Wu Zhi was, and said again: "What is this?"

"What, what, this is the source of the strange events during this period. These two have brain problems, they attacked us with strange power, and they even hurt people..."

"It's just two monsters!"

"Sure enough, they are the offspring of monsters, and so are their parents. They should be burned to death..."

Xia Youjie had never felt such a headache in exorcising the curse spirit from his ears. He let out a long breath, but his eyes still stayed on the girl in the prison.

"To shut up."

After all, it was the proud god who stood up with Wuori half-embracing the little girl. With a slight movement of his fingertips, he threw the two villagers who were talking nonsense to the fence at the gate.

It's still the same as before.

The sharp wind brushed against his skirt, Xia Youjie wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Indifference, contempt, and defiant words seem to be no exaggerations for her, but she looks so weak and kind.

No, it seems a little different...

He noticed the behavior of protecting the two little girls with Kiriori.

Was she like this before?

After many months, Xia Youjie recalled the unpleasant things again. He folded his arms and concentrated on her, as if he was tracing something carefully.

In the pitch-black and cold prison, it was actually a god.

He couldn't help breathing heavily, and couldn't help thinking if she was really locked inside.

The moon hanging high on the branch was torn out of the night sky, covered the Qinghui and placed it in the cage, revealing the back of the neck and ankles that were submissive, and locked the shackles he made himself.

Will she still show such unreachable eyes?

He lowered his eyes, swallowed dry syllables, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Why did you appear here?"

But it was undeniable that he was blaspheming the god in his head.

The intimate tone of encountering an old friend by chance made Yu Wuzhi a little unnatural, did Xia Youjie not understand her current identity?

After being wanted for so long in name by the ridiculous magic world, after doing something like that——

Still can't tell...the position?

He Wuzhi's eyes were filled with the brilliance of the night, and he looked down at the two messed up little girls, desperately holding onto her life-saving straw.

"I heard the wishes of these two children and came to take them away."

desire?

Xia Youjie glanced over.

When the little girl received Xia Youjie's gaze, she immediately shrank to Wuzhi's side, her small hands clenched her cuffs tightly, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and she couldn't even see her true face clearly.

The spell power on these two girls can be seen almost at a glance.

A born sorcerer.

It's genetic.

"You, you are all monsters!!" The villagers who fell to the side immediately scrambled and crawled to hide behind Xia Youjie, pointing at Wuzhi and the three of them and shouting, "My lord! Help, help!!"

Xia Youjie rubbed the center of his brows, his eyes were cold, and his thin eyelids lifted: "I said, the root of the problem has been eliminated by me."

"They are the problem!!"

The middle-aged woman stood up with disgust on her face and shouted: "With these invisible forces, my grandson was almost injured!"

"This kind of alien should be burned to death!? Without them, such weird things would not have happened!"

The sharp sound of piercing eardrums gradually weakened Xia Youjie's illusion of self-control.

Heterogeneous.

How it came about, these people still don't know.

He even takes pride in his ignorance and abuses conjurers.

The existence of conjurers is to protect ordinary people and eliminate the curse spirits that endanger human society.

Then the person who keeps shouting to kill monsters and keeps causing disasters should die the most, right?

The pupils that were originally purple like glass were smeared with ink color little by little by the tumbling undercurrent. The moment he looked at Wuzhi, the two positions were sharpened to the extreme, and they got a certain overlapping shadow.

Begin to choose his path by denying the assumed self.

This might be a little easier.

The corners of Xia Youjie's thin mouth curled into an emotionless arc, his eyes were as gentle and humble as ever, black swirls surged at his fingertips, and his tone was gentle and intimate: "Wuzhi, can you wait for me?"

"..."

The ends of Xia Youjie's eyes were dyed a different color from the black ink, and his long and narrow fox eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly to the villagers: "Everyone, let's go out and talk."

"Xia Youjie."

Feeling a different melancholy with Wuzhi, she suddenly called Xia Youjie to stop.

The villagers went out cursing, looking back warily from time to time.

And he stopped and didn't look back, but turned his head sideways to reveal a smooth and smooth jawline, and the hair on his forehead swayed in the air, like dead leaves in the frost and snow season.

Yuwuzhi subconsciously wanted to stop something, seeing that his pupils were swallowed by the black ink, perhaps leaving a little bit of residual warmth.

"If you go out, you will never come back."

He raised his usual smile, which was heavy, depressed, and no one knew whether it was from the heart.

"It's fine if you don't come back. People always have to move forward to know where the end is."

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"Even if you're here."

"Fortunately you are here."