Illness Men's Manual

The flowers perched on the other shore are blooming.

Blood-colored mist floated in the dark sky, and the sound of water sounded in my ears, as if it came from far away.

The black-haired man in cassock squatted halfway, and picked off the flower that was more colorful than blood at his feet, and the fragile rhizome was easily cut off.

The white flowers in memory were infected into this appearance.

There was a bitter smile on Xia Youjie's lips. He stood up and looked back. There was nothing but flowers and water, and this dark sky.

There are no monkeys, no spirits and no conjurers.

Just like the new world he was looking forward to, alone.

Is this the result you want?

Xia Youjie was noncommittal. Compared with the new world, this place was more like his own hell, so dark that no light could penetrate it.

If this is the future world...but it is not what he expected.

Xia Youjie's eyes that were eroded by the dense fog gradually lowered, and when the gap in his heart widened to the extreme, the barrier in his heart would peel off little by little from the gap.

Losing the barrier to block the light, the loneliness of being alone crushed him in an instant.

——It shouldn’t be like this.

--not like this.

The new world he was looking forward to, beyond the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, turned out to be nothingness.

The flowers in the hands turned into red fruits, crystal clear, plump and juicy.

Xia Youjie lowered his head blankly, the familiar color was even a bit dazzling in the darkness, he twisted one and put it in his mouth.

"……Well?"

Xia Youjie blinked slowly.

The sweet juice flows into the throat, silently nourishing the internal organs.

Since when... the food I was used to eating became bitter and hard to swallow, and the thin profile showed a trace of bewilderment.

Is it still in that bitter summer?

Gray memories floated in front of him, tearing the past into pieces bit by bit.

A photo fell from the sky.

Xia Youjie rolled up his sleeves and reached for it. The frosted texture was extremely familiar. It was the photo of the entrance ceremony that he treasured by his side.

Above is a photo of him and Wu.

The carefree white-haired boy hooked his shoulders and smiled brightly than V.

At that time, he tilted his head slightly. Although his face was wounded, his eyes were bent into two crescents, revealing his white teeth.

Only then did Xia Youjie remember that he had a fight with Wu when he first entered school.

So the two people in the photo still look a little embarrassed.

At that time, a lot of things in the school were damaged, and Teacher Noctua was so angry that he punished them both for sweeping the playground for a week.

Looking at Xia Youjie, he gave a low laugh.

The sound of water near and far away disappeared, and Gojo Satoru's inarticulate voice gradually sounded when he was holding a lollipop in his mouth.

"Well, although I don't know whether you should die or not, I don't care."

"But since Jie thinks so, why don't you die?"

That's what Satoru said during a curse exorcism operation.

After investigation, it was found that the cursed area that these people thought formed was gone. When they faced the planner of this disaster, the other party counted countless difficulties in exchange for leniency.

But at that time Xia Youjie showed pity in his eyes, squatted down and pressed his head, stared into his regretful eyes and told him word by word: "No matter what kind of difficulties you have, it is not a reason for you to hurt others. "

Whoever kills must be killed.

Just as he personally solved the curse master, he might face the same thing in the future.

"What are you thinking? If you can't bear to do it, why don't you just let me do it?"

Gojo Wujo suspected that he was moaning, so he slapped him on the shoulder so hard that Xia Youjie almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He staggered two steps, glaring at him.

As a result, Gojo Satoru sneered unconscionably.

At the same time, I was very puzzled, why Wujo Satoru could do these things simply and without any psychological burden?

Gojo Satoru, who is unmatched in terms of family and ability, just rolled his eyes and kept urging: "Hurry up, hurry up, or we won't be able to catch up with the seasonally limited Primrose Daifuku sale!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

It seems like I wasn't ready to go.

"and."

"If someone like Jie can say such a thing, that guy must be damned."

Gojo Satoru adjusted his round-rimmed sunglasses, and said this sentence from his mouth as a matter of course.

"Anyway, I have always used Jie's good and evil as indicators."

Xia Youjie was stunned for a long time, and he didn't recover until Wutiao Wu's figure gradually shrunk.

Use him as an indicator.

This guy trusts him too much.

The corners of the raised mouth froze again,

...but what does 'someone like me' mean! ?

After recalling, Xia Youjie silently curled the corners of his lips and sighed slightly.

What I said back then was denied by my current self. No matter what difficulties I have, I can't forgive him. Xia Youjie has always acted with the attitude that I can't forgive myself.

At least in this way, he can face certain things without hesitation.

There was only one fruit left in his hand, Xia Youjie twisted it again and put it in his mouth, it still tasted sweet, like the embrace and wind that night.

It was also the first time he was drawn into such an embrace. It wasn't very warm or even a little cold, but it was enough to make him tired, addicted, and unmotivated.

"The innate technique has never been a shackle, but a choice."

That was the only one who said that to him.

Maybe not human, but she seems to love the world more than some people.

"Human beings are composed of various desires, emotions, likes and dislikes, and are inherently chaotic."

"There is no such thing as an overly pure person. Rather, such a person loses his human essence."

When he once fell into a dark and dark corner, Yuwuzhi once told him so.

"But it can be assimilated or changed, creating infinite possibilities."

His eyes shone brighter than the stars.

It's like... a spark in this world.

That is the god who loves the world.

Does it also mean that he is among them?

Xia Youjie swallowed many inhuman thoughts with difficulty, trying to reach a height where he could touch the corner of her clothes. Compared with the pursuit of ideals, he seems to be more addicted to human evil desires.

and pulled her down,

Will she fall into the world she loves like this.

I've seen her smiling but indifferent, I've seen her cold and condescending, but I've never seen her help those two college boys in such a clumsy way.

It was replaced by Xia Youjie who looked at everything with his eyes downcast.

And Kiriori seems to have changed.

And he's still there.

This beautiful story carefully crafted by him finally ends with his choice.

Xia Youjie didn't think that he was a farsighted and thoughtful person, and even ignored the faint premonition in his heart before leaving, thinking that he was bound to win.

So that unspoken wish became a regret in his heart.

But it won't be heard.

After all, she doesn't seem to be such a god who repays evil with virtue.

Xia Youjie smiled silently, a black vortex formed in front of him, and the last time had come.

Should go to hell too?

He clapped his hands, straightened his skirt and cuffs, and showed a very shallow smile on his pale eyes.

Looking back, he still lives in Mohai Yiyu.

Xia Youjie took a step forward, and the sound of distant and near water sounded in his ears again, more like playing music to send off the last journey.

The black vortex was very much like the palm of his hand that had swallowed many curse spirits.

If the end point is here, it is also counted as his last rush, the righteousness he chose for his persistence.

...but if there is an afterlife.

The black-haired man in cassock slowly closed his eyes and plunged into the huge black vortex.

...the afterlife.

Don't be Xia Youjie.

"Don't you want to be a monk in the next life?"

Xia Youjie was suddenly awakened by a cold sneer next to his ear.

The cold water drops hit his face, and the nearby stream was the source of the sound of water.

As if waking up from a distant and long dream, he opened his eyes and was blocked by the dazzling light, and chaotic thoughts took shape in his mind little by little.

"..."

Shouldn't he be dead?

The moment he stepped into this black vortex in the underworld, his soul should have disappeared long ago.

"..."

Xia Youjie blinked dryly, unable to speak as if his throat was blocked.

The girl in the same red and white kimono in front of her was sitting on the rocks by the spring, her long hair slid down all around, and a mere glance of her delicate and indifferent eyes was enough to suffocate her.

Woven with fog.

his god.

Xia Youjie's empty mind couldn't digest the scene before him, so he could only raise his head and stare blankly at the bright and charming girl in front of him.

Glancing over with Wuzhi, the beautiful eyebrows and eyes were stained with a little bit of frost and snow, and his voice was heard in his ears like the stream of tinkling bells.

"That's right, you should die, Xia Youjie."