Illness Men's Manual

It turned out that she heard it.

Facing his body, Xia Youjie showed a rare awkward and bewildered expression. He was lying in the stream without one arm, his face was pale and he made no sound.

Is he out of his body?

"You're dead, Xia Youjie." You Wuzhi repeated it indifferently, pulling Xia Youjie back from his thoughts.

"..."

Xia Youjie was speechless.

He shouldn't just die, even his soul should perish.

As a person who does not deserve to be redeemed, Xia Youjie never had any hope, even in the face of Yu Wuzhi, who are gods.

——The unspoken wish.

Yu Wuzhi stared at Xia Youjie with downcast eyes, of course she knew what Xia Youjie was thinking.

I also don't understand why I listen to Xia Youjie's wish.

From the very beginning, she never thought of saving Xia Youjie, and even tried to kill him countless times. Even at the last moment, she was wondering why she didn't do it herself.

but--

When she felt the hope covered by despair and gloom, the heart that was so dark that no light could penetrate it almost made her breathless.

Gods were originally born in the despair of human beings.

Self-abandoned person, self-exiled person, self-degraded person.

Without the strongest desires derived from such human beings, there would be no gods.

Desire has no distinction between good, evil and ugly, it is the most primitive force in the human heart.

Weaving with Mist requires this kind of power.

...and cannot deny the wishes of those buried deep in despair.

Lucky people don't need her, only the unlucky ones need her.

Xia Youjie.

People who have been struggling in the abyss.

"Then... what is my wish?" Xia Youjie opened his mouth now, his hair was scattered on his shoulders, his clothes and hair were soaked, and he felt an unspeakable sense of relaxation.

Frowning with Wuzhi, this guy hasn't been dead for a long time, and it hasn't been long since his soul left the body. Could it be that his memory has faded?

"...See you again."

Xia Youjie couldn't find an exit from his chaotic thoughts, he only felt that his vision began to blur. He blinked hard, and something came out of his eyes.

Dripping in the rushing stream, he stared blankly.

In the end, why do you want to see her so much, it's like a straw that people... want to grab at the last moment.

"..."

Yuwuzhi suddenly looked away, and with the wind in the mountains and forests gently swaying her sleeves, she bent a strand of hair by her ears.

"But this wish was accepted by another god."

Yuwuzhi spoke, with a slightly awkward and indifferent tone, she just saw that Yedou was too poor, so she even let him do Xia Youjie's work for him.

Xia Youjie came back to his senses and blinked.

Can the gods still transfer each other like this?

"And your stored spell spirits are all gone as a price."

Yuriri thought of Yato's expression when his eyes were shining, and he was holding those rare curse spirits to the black market for bounties. Although it was different from expectations, she didn't need to exorcise those curse spirits herself.

He has nothing now.

Xia Youjie responded in a low voice, the corners of his mouth raised helplessly.

Even he himself shouldn't be here. He didn't expect those curse spirits who were disgusted by him to change their wish to see her.

Yu Wuzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, it seemed that Xia Youjie's IQ had indeed regressed.

Don't you understand what it means?

Once you see her, you are already a friend.

Xia Youjie's sluggish thoughts rushed to the distance with the stream, just like the place he was about to go, and he would never see this piece of sky, this piece of woods, and that once unforgettable sea area again.

"..."

The empty pupils gradually faded to a gentle purple.

And her.

Sure enough, once you see it, you can't let it go.

Humans are indeed greedy.

Xia Youjie's thoughts gradually came back, and suddenly he turned his head to look at her as if thinking of something, his wet long black hair made a splash in the air.

His eyes widened slightly, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, gradually connecting the memories of the underworld together, which was the message Yuzhi sent to him.

"So……"

Xia Youjie spoke dryly, and raised his fair and slender neck, showing a calm and pious posture.

"Now, can I still pray to you?"

"..." Yu Wuzhi glanced at him, and said lightly, "Let's listen."

It's already dawn.

When the first rays of the rising sun fell on him——

In an instant, the gentle black-haired boy came back again, the hair at the corner of his forehead swayed around his cheeks, and gently brushed the end of his eyes.

Xia Youjie knelt on one knee and put his left hand on his heart.

The curved curve of the corner of the mouth was soft and clean, kowtowing to Kiriori like an oath, and a low hoarse voice sounded.

"...I want to stay with God-sama."

Wu Zhi's brows and eyes are still indifferent: "Why."

The unmoved appearance is like the bright moon hanging high on the branches, exuding bright and clear brilliance.

Because of this clear brilliance, it will always stand above the clouds.

He has never been covered by fog, never been dimmed by dark clouds, which makes him yearn for this moment.

"I want to find the scenery I have never seen, the land I have never set foot on, and the world I have never seen."

Only when you appreciate the various states of the world and the various appearances of all beings will you seriously think about the meaning of life.

He used to think that it doesn't matter if he makes a wrong step and falls into the abyss.

But when he paid attention to this vast and boundless sky, it turned out that there is no abyss in this world, only himself who is stubborn and refuses to turn back.

to this end--

"I'm willing to give my life's faith."

The faith of the two super magicians poured into the power of Wuzhi, and the feeling of fullness caused layers of air to flow around her.

And Yuwuzhi didn't show any different eyes because of this, but quietly stared at the undead in front of him, his dark pupils were like starlight illuminating everything in the world, Xia Youjie bowed his head in silence due to the visitation and silence.

Until the light of dawn gradually moved away from him.

The coolness of the morning dew dripped from the green branches and leaves and fell into the stream.

...Finally look like a human being.

And Wuzhi thought for a long time at this moment, although some were a little dissatisfied with it, but——

"Xia Youjie, I am the god of disease."

True gods are never imagined and fabricated.

She got up slowly and flicked the cuffs, narrowed her eyes, her clothes and hair were gently swayed by the white light, and the figure floating in the air was so bright that she dared not look directly at it.

A sense of oppression came naturally, Xia Youjie's back tensed instantly, but his eyes drooped more and more, and then they were completely closed.

The power of the gods, like the revival of all things, nourishes the entire mountain forest with incomparable vitality.

"I accept your wish."

If you want to be with the gods for a long time, there is really only that way.

Xia Youjie suddenly opened his eyes, feeling his whole body lighten up, and his ears were filled with frost and coldness.

"Give you who have nowhere to go, you who can't die, a place to return to"*①

"My Name and Mistweave"

"Listen to my order and transform my artifact"

"It's called Summer" and "It's called Summer"

"Give a name..."

Wuzhi touched Xia Youjie's eyebrows with his fingertips, and white light bloomed instantly on his fingertips. Unlike subduing Fu Heisher, Xia Youjie was given a new name.

"Xia Qi."

The black-haired man kneeling in front of her closed his eyes, turned into a white light and disappeared in front of Yuri, and then fell into her hands.

What will Xia Youjie's artifact look like?

Yuriri stared down at the weapon in his hand and choked up.

"..."

It is a long staff wrapped with black vines, the top is a black swirl-shaped dark glow surrounded by ghost-like vines, emitting a dark purple light.

...Why is there no normal weapon form.

Holding a certain sense of sight of a necromantic black magician, it is incompatible with the exquisite red and white kimono worn by Kiriori, but it is similar to Fuheshier's two-meter-long sickle.

"..."

After examining it with Wuzhi for a long time, it was finally thrown into the stream with a 'plop'.

Xia Youjie: "!?"

Ignoring his astonished expression, Yuri turned around with a gloomy expression, and said coldly: "You have become a divine weapon, and you will be used by me from now on."

And she absolutely doesn't want to have a common sense with these two guys.

Xia Youjie thought of being held by Yu Wuzhi just now, his pale cheeks were so pale that there was a tinge of red, he coughed a few times, and with five fingers, he brushed aside the hair on his forehead and looked away.

He heard the other party's voice continue.

"You go back to the shrine first, Shier will tell you the rest."

"...?"

Xia Youjie's usual expression froze, this familiar name... the picture of the astral body incident played back in his mind.

Is it Fuheshier who died for many years after robbing the astral body? !

Pausing with Wuzhi, thinking about how Fu Heisher beat Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu before, he immediately felt better.

She squinted her eyes: "Shener is the artifact that came first, and his qualifications are older than yours. I will listen to him when I am away."

"What, what—"

Xia Youjie opened his mouth slightly, his frozen expression suddenly split.

And here, of course, Wuzhi and Wuzhi went to see Nakahara Chuya.

And reasonably concealed the incident and only stated the conclusion.

"So that's what happened..."

Zhong Yuan also folded his arms and nodded, without any emotion in his tone.

If you can ignore the other person's brow with veins and gnashing of teeth, Yuri and Wuzhi may really feel that Zhongyuan Zhong also understands something.

But obviously.

Zhongyuan Zhong also understands and understands, and he is really angry.

There was no change in expression with Wuzhi, anyway, she had already made up her mind to not mention what happened during the period when she was under the spell, and she couldn't leak a single word!

"you--"

Seeing that Yuwu Zhi still looked like this, the anger that Zhongyuan Zhongye had just let go came up slowly again, and even the red light around his body was still faintly visible.

"Me too... I can't help it." Yuwuzhi replied with a little hesitation. Due to the coercion of Rage God, she reluctantly said some perfunctory words of comfort.

"In short, it has been resolved."

"So it's just like this?" Nakahara Chuya said angrily:

"What are you talking about, in order to find something, you disappeared for so long inexplicably, and you didn't even say a word to me—!?"

"How important and dangerous is it!? Is it something that others care about that is completely insignificant to you!?"

The 1.6-meter Nakahara Nakaya was at this moment distraught like a two-meter-tall elder.

"...?"

Yuwuzhi seemed to feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what the problem was, so he could only choke for a while, and finally choked up an excuse:

"If you want to think so, I can't help it."

"..."

"……Aha!???"

Sure enough, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was stunned for a while, was also quite angry. The hat on his head seemed to be smoking with anger, and the red light around him reflected a hideous blood on his side face.

"Can you say that again!?"

Yuwuzhi: "...I'm sorry."

"I said the last sentence!"

And Wuzhi: "..."

Why do you have to listen to it again when you are so angry?