Illness Men's Manual

And Wuzhi: "..."

For the first time, he showed an almost dull expression.

Bawei hugged the quilt and retreated a few meters away before squinting his eyes to see the other party clearly, showing an expression of disbelief, and before he could speak out, he was snatched by Wu Zhi:

"Why did your hair get shorter? I didn't even recognize it."

The silver-haired fox demon laughed back angrily: "You damn bastard, what are you talking about when you come to other people's bedrooms in the middle of the night?"

Knowing she was wrong, Wuzhi choked, she sat in front of the quilt, looked around to cover up her embarrassment, and coughed lightly: "When I first came here, I felt that my breath was not right, I thought something happened."

"This is a shrine, what can happen?" Ba Wei snorted coldly, and suddenly raised the tails of his pretty eyes to look at her, his eyes full of inquiry.

The small and upright nose sniffed, and sure enough, it smelled something different from Wuzhi's.

His ears moved, and the fluffy white tail behind him shook uncontrollably. While sniffing, he crawled step by step towards Yuwuzhi with his hands and feet.

"You... have no use for a human body?"

He leaned closer to Wuzhi and sniffed east and west, and this appearance inexplicably reminded Xia Youjie, the shaking of his ears made his hands itchy.

"For some reason, where did Yuying go?" Yuwuzhi suppressed the urge to rua, put his fingertips on Ba Wei's forehead and pushed him away, but was grabbed by the anti-silver-haired fox demon.

And Wuzhi: "?"

Ba Wei grabbed her fingertips and sniffed for a long time, then caught off guard and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick it.

"??!!!"

Yuwuori stood up abruptly, subconsciously raised his hand and knocked him to the ground, making a loud noise that disturbed the other envoys in the shrine.

"Ugh!"

Bawei rolled over and hit the threshold with a cry of pain, his pupils seemed to have recovered his sanity and immediately turned round, and he shouted angrily at her: "What are you doing?! Do you want to fight!?"

Yuwuori wiped his fingertips, and said coldly: "As a rare monster in this world, you want to die, don't you? Where did Mikage go?"

Since the envoy is still there, it means that Mikage is still alive, so why did the shrine turn into such a ghost?

"How do I know!" Bawei twitched the corners of his mouth, simply sat cross-legged on the floor and rubbed his aching shoulders, and said angrily, "That guy ran away from home without saying a word, leaving a pile of mess for me to clean up." !"

"..."

Wuzhi and Wuzhi froze for a while, and ran away from home?

The gentle and kind land god Mikage would do such a thing?

"It's you, what do you want him for?" Bawei rubbed and lay back, propping his forehead with one hand, with a lazy posture.

"Since Mikage is not here, forget it." Yuri Wuori's expression was a little sullen, but she is not familiar with other gods except Mikage in this world, so is she really going to find the god of misfortune?

Come on, he has no body himself.

Do you want to ask the land gods in other regions?

"Look at you..." Bawei raised his eyelids and looked at Yuwuzhi. As a god, Yuwuzhi's characteristics became stronger and stronger, even he would be attracted.

"Is it because of the human body?"

After hesitating for a moment, Kiriori nodded.

"It turned out that I really wanted to find him to solve my personal problems. It's a pity that he has disappeared for a while." Bawei yawned, as if thinking of some faint veins on his forehead, "If I find him, I will definitely not forgive him." he!!"

"Go to other gods for help, but there should be no gods who can help you with this kind of thing."

"Master Shenming actually lost the human body in the lower realm, ha, you should be the first one?"

Undoubtedly ridiculed by the fox demon.

Wuzhi has no expression on her face, instead of listening to this white-haired fox talking trash, she might as well go to other places to find a solution.

"Hey, wait."

Probably sensing that Wu Zhi was about to leave, Ba Wei suddenly stopped her and sat up straight.

"Hey, I'm really impatient. If you beg me, I can help you find a way?" The silver-haired fox demon leaned lazily on the door frame, took out a folding fan from nowhere and swayed.

Yuwuzhi didn't want to talk nonsense with monsters, she rolled up her cuffs, stood up and walked in front of Bawei.

"What do you want?"

The cold fragrance passed to the tip of his nose through the skirt of his clothes, he immediately covered his mouth and nose and took a few steps back, blushing blushing inexplicably, he kept coughing like a cover-up: "Don't come close!"

"..." and Wuzhi's face became even colder.

He was even despised by monsters.

She held back her anger and listened to Bawei's next words.

The blush on the silver-haired fox demon's cheeks couldn't fade away. He covered the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, retreated to a safe distance to take a few breaths, and turned his eyes away: "Before Yuying returns, you will take the place of the land god temporarily."

"..."

Yuwuzhi didn't want to agree.

"why?"

Bawei rubbed his nose and muttered: "Why is there no reason, Yuying is not here and has no breath, although I live a free and happy life..."

Although he didn't understand why Mikage left suddenly, Bawei still hoped that the shrine could be taken care of before he came back, because without aura, it is easy to be contaminated by filth.

Moreover, other angels are also dependent on the power of the gods, and they will become weaker if Yuying is not there, which is very dangerous, and it will be even more troublesome if they encounter a magician.

Although Wu Zhi and Wu Zhi also understand these things.

But I don’t know when Mikage will come back, part-time land god will only make me busier, because the land god not only listens to the prayers of humans, but also listens to the prayers of gods.

"You don't have to worry about the issue of responsibilities, after all, Mikage is already free enough."

This is true.

Every time I visit Mikage, I am either drinking tea and admiring the flowers or sleeping.

Bawei rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "How is it?"

Probably because he couldn't bear to see Mikage Shrine in such decline, he sighed with Kiriori, pursed his lips and said, "It's okay, but I can't stay in the shrine forever, just call me if you have something to do. "

"It's enough to keep the breath, whoever wants to keep you here, cut." Bawei turned his head unhappily, gnashing his teeth: "When I catch Yuying, I will definitely repair it!!"

Divine breath, as the name suggests, is the breath of the gods.

It is equivalent to some kind of natural enchantment, mainly used to resist the invasion of evil spirits and purify the shrine.

Generally, as long as the gods are resident, they will naturally produce divine breath. Temporary visiting gods like Yuwuzhi need to leave something worn all year round to leave the divine breath.

Yogiri didn't wear any accessories, thought about curling the tail of her hair on her little finger, and then cut a curl.

Putting the object in the shrine will produce the divine breath of Kiriori. Just as she was about to place the hair object, Bawei suddenly said: "Leave it to me, and then I will think about where to put it."

Frowning with Wuzhi: "This is hair, very important."

Generally speaking, the gods are inviolable. Cutting off the hair is already a great sacrifice for the gods, although it is only a small curly hair.

"I know, you have to cast the enchantment first. You can't cast your own enchantment at Mikage Shrine. In the end, you don't want me to come."

After Bawei said impatiently, he took Yuzhi's hair and put it into the cuff of his bathrobe, and he turned his head slightly: "By the way, about the personal matter..."

"I'm going to check it out. I remember that Mikage has dealt with similar prayers to the gods before. You stay here and I'll look it up."

Yuri nodded, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

In fact, Mikage's envoy is quite reliable.

Unlike the guys in my shrine, they are not fuel-efficient lamps.

The dim light blurred his vision, and he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Thinking about it, sleepiness hit.

She gently closed her eyes, breathing slowly.

***

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Heian era.

"My lord, my lord..." The girl tremblingly covered her with a white cap, with an unstoppable cry in her voice.

The candles flickered in the dilapidated thatched cottage, and the night fell outside the window again.

Yuwuzhi was wearing a thin white dress, her hair fell like a waterfall on her shoulders, she smiled and shook her head: "It's okay, you'd better go."

The girl's wish is nothing more than to escape the fate of sacrifice.

However, in such an era, there will always be the next girl, so at the suggestion of Wuzhi, the girl changed her wish and asked her to sacrifice instead of herself.

"Is it really possible?" Feng Qi questioned, "Recently, the ghosts in the south have been very powerful. They have slaughtered many cities and villages, and many exorcists and onmyojis have left without returning."

"There is no other way. If you don't want to kill people, you can only slay demons." You Wuzhi also calmly talked with Fengqi in his head, sitting in the room and letting the girl play with his appearance.

Feng Qi said angrily: "What if it's a big monster!?"

"Run if you can't beat it, what else can you do." You Wuzhi closed his eyes, feeling a little puzzled.

I'm not that weak either.

Although it is an anonymous god, it is still a god after all.

As the night deepened, and the lights outside the village became brighter, many villagers had already gathered around the house to pick up people. The girl combed Wuzhi's hair, crying unknowingly, sobbing softly.

Seeing this, Feng Qi also shut up.

I really don't understand what there is to cry about, the wish was also made by her, and she is about to regain her freedom, but she looks extremely reluctant while dressing up for Wuzhi.

After all, Fengqi didn't express these thoughts, but as a divine weapon and Wuzhi, she could still sense Fengqi's mood, and she still just closed her eyes without making any movement.

The time had come, and the wooden door was opened immediately.

Perhaps because they were afraid that people would run away, several burly youths pushed the door open and came in, escorting Wuzhi and Wuzhi, who were wearing white hats, out and onto the sedan chair.

There were the shouts of the villagers and the cries of relatives mixed in, but none of this had anything to do with her.

"Tell me, does this posture look like getting married?"

While still in the mood to joke with Wuori at this time, Feng Qi sneered twice in response.

It is said that the sedan chair is actually very simple, with white gauze and bells hanging on all sides, and the person in the front is holding offerings of fruit and food, which seems to be a bit of a sacrificial posture.

A group of people walked to the river in a mighty way, and the white gauze figure was reflected in the water, and the color of the lake water turned out to be dark red and black from the corner of the fog.

Perhaps too many bones had been buried, making it cloudy and foul-smelling.

And Kiriori, however, had an increasingly bad premonition.

...these people will die.

"Stop!" You Wuzhi yelled loudly, but no one responded, and he still insisted on sending her on the road.

Feng Qi said coldly: "These people are busy sending you to your death, so don't expect them to give up halfway."

You Wuzhi pursed his lower lip, and the strong malice that got closer to the lakeside made people tremble more and something was wrong.

Not right.

A feeling of suffocation, trembling, and choking all over the body.

Suddenly.

Yuwuzhi felt a cool wind blowing across his neck, blood splashed all over in an instant, the white gauze curtain was stained scarlet, and those people stood still for a while.

"..."

Because the head is gone.

Everyone's heads had just been chopped off.

The sedan chair hadn't been killed yet because they were killed too fast, and everyone was still in a state of muscle stiffness. The line of headless corpses stood blankly by the lake, red yarn flying.

Yuwuzhi slowly tore off the white hat, and vaguely saw the extremely brutal and cruel guy in the blood.

The throne in the middle of the lake, on top of the pile of bones.

You Wuzhi gently squeezed the cuffs and tilted his head, stretched out his hand to lift the thin gauze curtain, and raised his eyes to see the slightly flowing red eyes, and the other party just raised his chin to sweep.

Carelessly, looking down at the world.