[Inuyasha] The male protagonist is a yin sword

The village of the exorcist is isolated from the outside world, hidden in the deep mountains that no one knows, and the communication with the outside world is mostly carried out through specific tea houses.

For several days, there was no one at the tea house, and the entrusted exorcist seemed to have evaporated from the world. Seeing that the envoys from the city had inquired about the news to no avail, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and report the situation truthfully.

The winding mountain road was illuminated by the fire, and the people in the night saw that the city was more brightly lit than before. The crackling firelight on the wooden frame could not dispel the chill of late autumn, but the swaying light and shadow made the atmosphere in the city more oppressive and heavy.

"...Really, I know."

The imperial palace was empty, and Yin Dao made the messenger retreat.

Outside the hall, there was the sound of patrolling military attendants passing by in the open space covered with gravel, and the sound of heavy footsteps gradually faded away into the dense fog-like night.

It was very late at night, with faint light streaming out from the gap in the partition, Yin Dao stopped for a moment in front of the familiar Japanese room, and then gently raised his hand to open the door.

Behind the hanging imperial curtain lay a shadowy figure, just like before he left, stuck motionless in the soft quilt, still sleeping with eyes closed.

Her face was paler than usual, and her breathing became quiet and fragile, as if the trees that had lost their dead leaves this season had faded their color.

it's fine.

Yin Dao slowly untied the blood-stained cloth, his movements were careful and gentle, as gentle as if he was treating fragile porcelain.

He put the replaced cloth into the prepared wooden basin, without any cover, the hideous wound came into view, the pale skin was in stark contrast to the dull blood color, the body whose heart had been forcibly dug out was not dead yet, In the bloody hole, the new granulation was wriggling with difficulty, like a slender branch growing from a broken log, trying to suppress and remove the rotten meat rotted by the miasma.

Yin Dao calmly picked up the dagger placed beside him, and as he stretched out his arm, the cuffs of the kimono slipped slightly, revealing the ugly scars winding on his white wrist.

The cold blade stuck to the soft and slender skin, and it cut neatly along the unhealed scar, and bright red blood gushed out immediately.

The blood fell down and dripped on the tender shoots of the wound, like rain seeping into the dry soil, and was immediately sucked clean.

Eyelids drooped slightly, Yin Dao looked softly at her sleeping face, as if feeling no pain, letting the fresh blood flow from her wrist.

His face paled quickly, and his skin faintly revealed an unhealthy light blue color.

Yindao kept his arm outstretched, and sat motionless on the edge of the bed until the granulation that had sucked enough blood curled up slightly, then he retracted his wrist, and simply stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound, allowing the hanging cuff to cover up again. Scars on the wrists.

The person on the bed is still asleep.

"It's going to be winter soon," he said softly.

Autumn is coming to an end soon, and only the embers of dead leaves are left in the burning forest, spreading in large swaths.

"Xiaomei, how long will you sleep for?"

The flowering period of plum blossoms is in late winter and early spring.

Yin Dao stretched out his hand, trying to smooth out the soft, broken hair on her sideburns.

The plum tree in the courtyard had withered branches hanging down, dizziness from excessive blood loss surged up, he bent down, hugged her into his arms, and let their foreheads touch their foreheads, embracing each other intimately.

"..."

No answer today either.

it's fine.

Yin Dao lowered his eyes and kissed her hair tenderly.

"Good night."

……

When the news came that the exorcist had been wiped out of the village, people saw that the first layer of snow had already fallen in the city.

The village that lived on exterminating demons for generations was slaughtered by resentful monsters, and it is said that no one was left alive.

The timing of the attack on the demon master's village was very unfortunate. It just happened that the masters in the village went out to perform tasks. Those who stayed in the village were old, weak, sick and disabled. It was so tragic that the retainer who came back to report almost vomited out.

Although the white baboon was not mentioned in the received report, it was hard for people not to link the two together, but the demon master was entrusted to hunt down Naraku and was retaliated by the monster not long after.

It is already impossible for the exorcist to destroy Naraku.

Screening everyone away, Yin Dao left the royal hall and returned to the Japanese room before he knew it.

This time, there was a figure waiting there. The old servant who had served him for many years was kneeling in the corridor outside the partition, with his head deeply buried.

"My lord, please stop."

He stopped, and after a slight pause, he said softly, "What are you doing, Eemon?"

The man kneeling on the ground did not raise his head.

"According to your previous instructions, I went to visit the prisoner in the dungeon." The old voice was suppressed and trembling, "The prisoner's spirit is indeed not normal, and he keeps talking nonsense."

Yindao was silent for a moment, and his voice became softer: "What did he say?"

"The prisoner said that he was bewitched by a monster that night, and that's why he made a big mistake."

"But you also said it, Eemon." The smile that was already so light that it was almost absent in Yin Dao's eyes immediately faded away, "That's just the foolish words of the prisoner's insanity."

"My lord!" Uemon's voice was mournful, and his forehead hit the ground, making a heavy muffled sound.

Yin Dao looked away, and said in a flat voice, "She's not a monster."

He lowered his hands, and his light blue sleeves drooped, covering the scar on his wrist.

Uemon finally couldn't help but said: "My lord, have you ever seen your own face in the mirror recently?"

"Everything is voluntary."

"Young master!" The other party blurted out in a moment of urgency, "You are bewitched by a monster!"

Yin Dao turned his head and stared at the old servant who could almost be said to have watched him grow up.

"No, Emmon." He said gently, "I begged her first."

"I begged her to stay with me, begging her not to leave me."

Ignoring the shocked expression of the other party, Yin Dao replied politely: "I seduced her first."

For a long time, the kneeling figure did not speak again, nor did he get up from the ground.

"...Please..." The old man's voice was extremely hoarse, with a faint choke, "Please return to the original young master."

Yin Dao looked down at him for a while.

"Tell me, the original me."

He looked a little dazed, and seemed to laugh lightly.

——"What was the original me like?"

Since birth, Hitomi Yindao has been raised by everyone as the only heir in the city. From daily food, clothing, housing and transportation to specific course arrangements, everything has long been fixed.Long, long ago, he understood two things, one is that he will become the city lord in the future, and the other is that he probably won't live to that time.

When thinking of death, people don't feel fear when they see a knife.

The weak and cumbersome body, the difficulty of breathing, he has long been accustomed to these, death is only an obstacle preventing him from fulfilling his duties, and it is also a relief from everything.

Many people hope that Renjian Yindao will live, so he will live.

Many people hope that Renjian Yindao will become a generous and benevolent city lord, so he will do that.

Ren Jian Yindao's life does not belong to him, so even if it is taken away, it is not painful, and thinking of death will not feel sad. If someone is more suitable for that position than himself, then it is okay to be replaced.

The candle flames burned in the night, melting little by little into white fat-like oil.

Yin Dao picked up the dagger, and before the cold blade was attached to his wrist, a candle light flickered behind him, and when the light and shadow on the wall merged again, there was already another breath of existence.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The puppet in baboon skin deftly avoided the dagger that was thrown and moved to the side in an instant.

"If you just feed blood, you don't know how long you will have to wait. Compared with monsters, the lifespan of human beings is too short." He stretched out his hand, holding a small fragment in his hand.

Yin Dao turned his head.

"Don't look at me like that, this is a really good thing." Naraku let go, and the fragment of the jade of the four souls fell on the wooden floor in front of Yin Dao, exuding uncontaminated brilliance.

"If you don't believe me, try it on yourself first."

Naraku said meaningfully, and glanced at the criss-crossing scars on Yin Dao's wrist.

"……what do you want?"

"In less than three days, you will meet the half-demon Inuyasha and his accomplices." Naraku hid his hands back in his robe, "If you want to save her, kill them."

The exorcist did not perish, but the girl named Coral survived.

After meeting Inuyasha and his party, she understood that the genocide massacre of the exorcising demon masters was a conspiracy facilitated by Naraku. Following the clues left by Naraku, she found Naraku's whereabouts and finally disappeared Hitomijo.

The lord of Hitomi Castle used to be the employer of the exorcist. He paid a generous reward and entrusted the exorcist to destroy the monster named Naraku.

In the spacious imperial palace, Coral met the young city lord for the first time. He received Inuyasha and his party and ordered someone to prepare a sumptuous feast for them.

"I heard about the demon master's village." The young city lord showed pity, "I'm sorry."

He said that it must be because of him that Naluo took revenge on the village of the exorcist.

"No, Lord City Master, that's not the case." Coral briefly explained the relationship between the village of the demon master and the Jade of the Four Souls. The hidden village was attacked by monsters with a grudge against the demon exorcist.

"Jade of the Four Souls?" the other party asked, "What is that?"

"The Jade of the Four Souls was born from the souls of witches and monsters. It is a gem with powerful spiritual power and can give the holder great power. Therefore, it has always been coveted by monsters and evil people. Naraku is one of them."

During the conversation, the silver-haired half-demon in the red fire mouse robe remained indiscriminate.When meeting the lord of a city, it is the most basic etiquette to not bring a weapon. Before ascending the palace, the human attendant took away his saber. The feeling of not having a weapon made him uncomfortable, and his ears were shaking irritably.

"Inuyasha." Kagome, who was sitting next to him, lowered his voice.

He snorted and stopped shaking his ears.

The maids with low eyebrows and narrow eyes filed in and set up the vermilion lacquered wooden dining table inside.

After the maid left, the young city lord who was sitting at the top seat suddenly said softly, "This meal is not edible."

"……why?"

"Because it was poisoned."

Inuyasha jumped up all of a sudden, Coral and the others subconsciously wanted to hold their weapons, but belatedly realized that their weapons had already been taken away.

"I originally made a deal with Naluo." As if he didn't see the vigilant eyes of the group, Yin Dao said calmly, "As long as I kill you, he will give me the pieces of the jade of the four souls."

Mitreya observed his expression for a moment: "...Why did you go back on your word?"

"If the jade of the four souls can really strengthen the power of monsters as you said, then it is impossible for Naraku to give me the jade of the four souls." Yin Dao coughed, his already pale face became less bloody, and even the most aggressive Inuyasha hesitated for a moment, feeling that this opponent was too weak.

There was a faint smell of blood in the hall, Yin Dao put down his hand, his gentle expression seemed a little more indifferent at this time, his indifference to his physical condition formed a weird contrast with his soft and hoarse voice .

"Naraku should be very weak recently. He was seriously injured before, and he probably hasn't recovered yet, otherwise he wouldn't try to use my hands to get rid of everyone present."

"... Seriously injured?" Maitreya keenly caught the key information in his words.

Yin Dao held back his cough and continued talking.

"If you want to deal with Naluo, I can help you, as long as it is within my power, whether it is money, manpower, or weapons, I can provide it."

"...Why?" Kagome couldn't help asking, "Why did you do this?"

The young city lord with a sickly look on his brows has not changed his expression since just now, and he always has that gentle and elegant appearance.

He replied quietly:

"Because I want him dead."

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