[Shaman King] He has a cat

Ghosts are born from the human heart.

Resentment, anger, fear, greed, jealousy, unwillingness... The evil born from these obsessions is the essence of ghosts.

Knowing that King Ma Cangye has the ability to passively read minds, A'Du quickly understood where the hungry ghost that appeared in the mansion that night came from.

When attacked by hungry ghosts, a barrier is formed around the mansion. The purpose is not to resist the invasion from the outside, but to trap the internal threat and prevent a large number of ghosts from fleeing to Heian-kyo and causing disasters.

The darkness in the hearts of human beings has nothing to hide in front of King Ma Cang Ye, but on the other hand, he has no way to block those distorted voices.

The filthy emotions lost their boundaries, and the ugly and dirty desires spread wantonly. After absorbing a lot of malice, those dark obsessions had nowhere to go. In the end, they could only turn into ghosts and burst out from his heart.

The densely packed ghosts she had seen before were all born from the heart of King Ma Cang Ye who was eroded by the dark emotions of the world.

"...That's right."

The waning moon was as thin as a curved hook, and the handsome Onmyoji slightly lowered his eyelashes, and calmly admitted:

"it's me."

That night, the source of the ghost disaster was none other than Ma Cang Yewang himself.

He seems to have been used to this kind of thing for a long time, so even if he is unconscious, he can still open the enchantment immediately.

The Great Onmyoji who guards Heianjing has many evil spirits bred by the evils of the world living in his heart.

The more you know about the so-called spiritual vision, the more this passive mind-reading ability sounds like some kind of intrusive thinking, which is an out-and-out psychological disorder in modern clinical psychology, which means recurring, constant Thoughts and ideas that invade the patient's mind.

But Ma Cang Yewang's situation was much worse than this. It was not only other people's thoughts that invaded his heart, but also various strong negative emotions.

"I don't think pain is something that should be endured." A'Du looked at him seriously.

The mechanism of pain is an instinct evolved by organisms in the process of adapting to the environment in order to survive better.

Therefore, people will take back their hands when they are burned by fire, they will not touch them again after eating poisonous fruit by mistake, and they will know how to be more cautious in the future after being scratched by sharp objects. It is difficult for people who do not feel pain to survive in this world.

Pain is a signal of danger, and the creatures who receive the signal will instinctively take action to alleviate the pain, but among all kinds of creatures in this world, they will spontaneously ignore or even force themselves to endure this signal, it seems Only humans left.

"A'Du." Ma Cang Ye Wang's voice was very soft, like a question mark, or some kind of sigh.

He held her hand, warm body temperature came from the place where the skin touched, Ma Cang Ye Wang raised his eyes: "You are thinking about very dangerous things."

"...Since you have heard what I'm thinking, I won't talk nonsense." A'Du withdrew his hand and said firmly, "Stay away."

This kind of messy job of dealing with ugly vengeful spirits can be left to her.

Having said that, this was originally her personal mission. Even if the actual number of missing persons was several times the original number, she would still be able to handle it.

Thinking of this, she became more confident.

"Go, go, don't disturb my mission."

A'Du drove the Great Onmyoji aside, keeping him away from the area that was about to become a battlefield.

"The core of the curse lies in..."

"I know." A'Du raised his face and glanced at him, "Stay away from here."

So far away that he could no longer hear the howling and howling of these evil spirits.

A broken log flew towards her, and she jumped to the side. The ghost with white bones grabbed it with her backhand, crushing the cedar tree she was standing on, and the sharp debris flew all over the place. , cut off the black arm formed by the condensed resentment.

Dirty blood spattered out, dripping down with corrosive venom like rain, the ghost slammed back, a stern wind came from behind, its sharp teeth brushed the sleeves of her hunting clothes, and the ghost Countless snake-like black shadows emerged from the wound on the severed wrist, and sharp teeth spread all over the depths of the open throat, twisting its body and biting towards her.

Putting her palms on the ground, she turned quickly and jumped back, cutting through the surrounding shadows with a knife. When she jumped into the air, the ghost suddenly turned around, and the remaining arm swung towards her with great force.

The scabbard unfolded the barrier, and the pitch-black ghost hand hit the barrier, and a metallic buzz erupted. With a huge howl of ghost pain, she landed on the fir tree behind her, and instantly kicked with her strength, and she was off the string again. The arrow generally rushes over.

The dislocated arm hangs long by the side. The ghost opened its mouth, and its lower jaw dropped into an incredible arc. The corners of the glued mouth stretched apart like silk, revealing the abyss-like throat inside.

The core of the curse, inside the ghost's body.

It's not impossible to get in from the mouth...

In the blink of an eye, she turned her wrist and changed the posture of the knife.

The ghost's mouth was wide open, and the sharp white teeth were about to bite together. At that moment, a huge five-pointed star array lit up on the ground, fixing the dark body in place, unable to move like freezing.

The sound of the wind was strong in his ears, and A'Du glanced in surprise at King Ma Cang Ye who was not far away.

……never mind.

Just help.

With a grunt in her heart, she leaped into the bloody maw of the ghost, and sliced ​​open the core of the surging resentment.

The sticky darkness came without warning. At that moment, she couldn't tell whether she jumped into the memories of those wraiths, or those memories of wraiths stretched out their bone-white hands and suddenly dragged her into it. Abyss of memory.

The pitch-black resentment was both cold and hot, turbid and filthy like a swamp soaked in countless dead bodies, she panted unconsciously, more and more bubbles floated up from the bottom of the swamp, densely packed and almost completely obscured her vision, and then snap-

The scene in front of me changed.

In the dark room, there was the sound of shaking bamboo sticks. Villagers in ragged clothes gathered in front of the shrine with their heads down, stretching out their hands to the bamboo sticks numbly.

A hand reached out, then another.

When the vermilion and blood-red bamboo sticks were poured out of the bamboo tube, the numb expressions around them suddenly changed, becoming distorted and hideous.

Countless hands rushed up and pressed the desperately struggling person to the ground.

"why me?!"

The thin and shrill voice was drowned out by more voices.

"For the village."

The voices of whispering gradually became louder, some people were chanting mantras, some people were crying loudly, and more people were silent like cicadas. Those noisy voices boiled up, like boiling water, and then the temperature dropped suddenly, cold and merciless Silence fell again.

The sound of shaking the bamboo stick sounded again.

The sound of rustling bamboo sticks echoed in the silence, and fewer hands reached for the bamboo tube.

Sometimes it's a skinny hand, sometimes it's a young hand.

Those hands were digging bloodstained traces in the mud, leaving crazy scratches on the rock walls of the cave, but there were always more hands rushing up, tearing those struggling and crying, despairing and fearing with all their strength. They were tightly covered, and all of them were buried deep in the ground where the sun could not be seen.

"For the village."

The rest of the voices murmured, multiple vibrating hums like a swarm of bees.

"For the village."

Then one day, all the bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube turned the color of blood.

"Why me?"

It seemed to be a woman's voice, a child's voice, and an old man's voice. The hoarse and overlapping voices carried crazy and deep hatred. Dirty blood poured out from the mouth and nose of the dead body, staining everything that was left. Bamboo sticks.

Not enough hands.

The whispering voices became frightened, and those hands that still had strength began to tremble.

But those who try to escape, will soon return to the village again.

The bamboo tube that was not shaken by anyone, the blood-red bamboo stick rattled, and the sound like a talisman became louder and more urgent——

"Why me?"

A strange hand knocked on the door.

The man lost his way and sought shelter from villagers who were unable to leave the place.

The whispering voice suddenly disappeared.

After a moment of silence, the smile returned to the face of despair for many days.

"If it can be me, it can also be you."

"I'm innocent, so you can be innocent too."

"Everyone is unhappy, and that's only fair."

The traveler who strayed into the deep mountains never came out again.

The bamboo tube stopped shaking, and the sound of knocking on the door replaced it.

The person who finally knocked on the door was a young Onmyoji.

There was a faint light in the darkness, and the slender white thread was wrapped around her wrist, separating the blood-red hatred and the pitch-black thread like a cocoon.

……kill me.

It was a gentle voice.

A'Du turned around, and in the pitch-black water, stood a young figure, with countless pairs of black hands clinging to his body, those skinny hands tightly grasping his clothes and body, as if they wanted to drag him into hell together Usually, the rotten liquid with strong resentment continuously seeps out from the festering fingers.

——I can't hold back these grievances anymore.

The onmyoji smiled at her.

——It’s because I’m not good at learning. I thought I could suppress all the ghosts with this body, but unexpectedly, my body was swallowed up by ghosts, and I became a medium for many evils to incarnate in the world.

The swamp boiled, and the deep-rooted hatred and resentment chichi burned, wrapping around the body of the onmyoji like a pitch-black fire.

—— Time is running out, hurry up.

The slender white light gently tugged at her wrist, the faint light was very warm.

A'Du held the knife.

...you clearly did nothing wrong.

——But I am an Onmyoji.

The moment the thread was cut with the knife, the young man seemed to be smiling.

——And, he is also the onmyoji of the Asakura family.

With a click, there was a soft cracking sound from the depths of the ghost's body, and then the gap expanded wider and wider, countless cracks appeared on the white skeleton, the dark resentment was swallowed by the blazing light, and the huge light opened the gap , dazzling light burst out.

No deafening bangs, no explosions and collapses.

When it was full to the critical point of rupture, the dazzling white light overflowed and scattered like water, and the dark wraith gradually faded in the light, turning into soft gray smoke, blown by the oncoming night wind, like fragments of embers Gone with the wind.

The blood-stained hunting clothes fell down, and A'Du stretched out his hand.

On the back of the blood-stained hunting clothes, the family crest of the pentagram is embroidered.

——It is the mission of Onmyoji to protect the world.

The curse was removed, and the sounds of the night flooded into the silent world again. She turned around and looked at King Ma Cangye.

"How will the people in that village be treated?"

He stretched out his hand and wiped away the blood oozing from the wound on the side of her face: "Onmyojis are only responsible for exorcising ghosts."

In the previous battle with the ghost, she may have been scratched by a sharp debris.

"...Do you just leave it alone?"

"Leave the rest to the court."

"but……"

Everyone in that village is a murderer, and the principle that the law does not blame the public is applicable no matter what era it is.

"The human heart is a very fragile thing." King Ma Cang Ye smiled slightly.

His tone was gentle: "Once people's hearts are swallowed by fear, even if you tell them that the curse is gone, they won't believe it."

"After all, things like ghosts are born from the human heart."

That deep cold chill should only be her illusion.

Ma Cang Ye Wang's expression was always gentle, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that his fingers were still resting on her cheeks, and the place he touched before immediately burned up.

She took a step back, Ma Cang Ye Wang smiled, took his hand back slowly, and rubbed his fingers lightly.

"We should go back."

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