[Shaman King] He has a cat

"What's the matter? Is the food not to your taste?"

"...No." A'Du raised his gaze, looked at the nervous maid, paused slightly, and said with a smile, "It's just much richer than I imagined."

She picked up the chopsticks next to the vermilion vessel.

In the third year of Changde (997), Michiman Fujiwara became the head of the Fujiwara family, and hosted a banquet for the ministers in the palace for the first time in the first lunar month.

In a spacious and luxurious mansion, the hall is surrounded by golden lacquer screens. Nine dishes are served to the banquet guests one by one. Her seat has been moved forward a lot this year. Floating in falling snow and music.

The plague spreading in Beijing treats nobles and commoners alike. One-third of the nobles and ministers who held important positions died due to illness. Figures rushed out.

Amid congratulatory voices, the man in hunting clothes got up and left the table.

"Are you leaving so early, Izumomori?"

The music wafting from the courtyard ceased.The surrounding buzzing receded like a tide, and the guests present were silent, cautiously looking at the man with one hand resting on his back from the corner of his eyes.

King Ma Cang Ye did not turn around, but glanced back flatly:

"My wife is not feeling well."

As if not aware of the tense atmosphere, Fujiwara Michimitsu smiled slightly with his chin propped up: "I see, I thought the food in the capital didn't suit Izumo's taste."

King Ma Cang Ye turned his head, and the officials in black court uniforms shrank imperceptibly, their bloated figures seemed to shrink at that moment, huddling together like a nest of quail.

Ying Falcon didn't look away, the Great Onmyoji seemed to have smiled, the short smile was like an arc coming out of the sheath, and quickly put away the sharp edge of the moment: "Just a few years is not enough to change some things."

Eyelids drooping slightly, King Makura Leaf looked at Patriarch Fujiwara, who was only one step away from reaching the peak of power, and said in a tone of boring facts:

"Heian-kyo is still the same as before."

Nothing has changed.

Tiny snow dots fell from the sky and covered the devastated ground mottledly. The figure in the snow abandoned the ox cart and walked for a long time while leaning on the wall. Finally, he couldn't hold it back, bent over and retched.

Acid water surged in his stomach, A'Du retched for a long time, resisted the desire to empty his stomach, and slowly squatted down with his stomach in his arms.

The warm sleeves covered her body, covering the snowflakes that fell on the tips of her hair. She raised her head, and King Ma Cang Ye stayed beside her, looking at her gently.

"Is it still too much to eat?"

"...It's okay." At least she ate all the food at the banquet.

If you don't finish eating, most of the food will be thrown away.

In the cold snowy night, no sound of other creatures could be heard. No matter if it was birds, animals, or even mice, people had already eaten them up. In the huge capital city, only human beings who were divided into three, six, and nine classes were left.

The capital, which has no reputation for safety, is full of dangers to any creature. Although the possibility of occurrence is very small, the stock sect no longer goes out, and the old tabby cat is always waiting at the entrance, waiting for the person who performed the task to return.

At night, Gu Zong would run into the quilt, like when he was a kitten, and sleep in a ball next to a human pillow.

On a night when the moon was hidden and the stars were sparse, Ma Cang Ye Wang put his arms around her shoulders, and his forehead was lightly pressed against hers.

He has to check once a day, using his body temperature to check whether she has a fever.

A'Du: "...I'm not sick."

She couldn't help but reached out and hugged him, and buried her face in his arms.

King Ma Cang Ye touched her back: "What's wrong?"

She doesn't like her own weakness, if she is already suffering so much now, one can imagine how Ma Cang Ye Wang, who has spiritual vision, will feel.

But why did he instead comfort her?

King Ma Cang Ye seemed to laugh slightly, and he lowered his head.

"A'Du."

The close heart was beating in her chest, she raised her face, King Ma Cang Ye pulled the hair from her ears, and kissed the end of her eyes lightly, with a low voice full of viscous tenderness.

"That's enough for now."

The rest time is hard to come by, the onmyoji is severely understaffed, and everyone is upside down day and night. She often feels that she just closed her eyes for a while, and then it is time to change shifts again.

Before dawn, the open space of Dongji Temple was filled with embers of bonfires. It was not easy to persuade the imperial court to use the temple to take in refugees. The military attendants were not enough to repel the raging crowd, so the court could only take a step back and reluctantly opened the two southernmost monasteries in the capital to take in refugees who had nowhere to go.

People in ragged clothes sat or lay down, and there was almost no place to stay in the open space of the temple.

A'Du said to the onmyoji next to him: "Women and children need a separate space."

The onmyoji glanced at her, and a look of surprise briefly appeared on his tired face. It seemed that he had exhausted his remaining strength to make such a small expression. He nodded without retorting: "Then hand it over Here you go."

This is not an easy task.

While serving porridge, a few strange men forcibly squeezed into the queue of the elderly, weak, women and children. When she dragged them out of the queue, more men who were on the sidelines surrounded them.

She threw the man to the ground, and he rolled over like a beast, baring his teeth and shouting:

"Why!!"

A child cried out of fright, his voice was hoarse and dry, and was quickly covered by the woman next to him.

"It's not fair!!" Someone shouted, and the others echoed their voices, their eyes fixed on her. When she drew out the knife, and when the knife fell to the neck of the most vicious man, those voices seemed to be choked. Hold the throat, and immediately disappeared without a trace.

"You're right, it's not fair," she said calmly, "but so what?"

She originally wanted to say hello, but later she used a more polite tone.

"Go back to me."

It was the first time she had seen someone look so vicious.

The temporary shelter in the monastery was mixed with fish and dragons, and A'Du was worried about the security there, especially the safety of women and children, so he didn't sleep a wink on duty for several nights in succession.

Those who tried to kill, and those who tried to get a share of the meat were all ruthlessly expelled and could never come back, but the situation in the shelter was only a little better than outside, and the infected were separated from those who did not show symptoms Quarantined, the smoke of burning filth persisted all day long.

Even so, there are still an endless stream of people who come to ask for shelter every day, and then they can't squeeze in, so they can only sleep on the steps outside the temple.

When King Ma Cang Ye came to the temple, A'Du almost invited him out together.

"You can't come here." She looked back at the direction she came from. The black smoke that burned the clothes of the deceased floated into the gray and snow-covered sky, and the sound of coughing was intermittent. Other than that, there was deathly silence. There are countless voices in her heart that she can't hear.

King Ma Cang Ye stroked her hair and told her, "There is no difference."

She was dumbfounded.

"So, I might as well come and see you," he said, "You haven't been back for a few days."

A'Du slowly withdrew his hand.

The ghosts born from human hearts are the embodiment of dark emotions. In the era of plague and famine, these resentments become especially strong, and even target all living people.

Hatred for the living became the nourishment of ghosts, and the more crowds gathered, the easier it was for ghosts to attack.

As night fell, the atmosphere in the temple became visibly tense. The onmyoji summoned shikigami, and the invisible air rippled like water.

The opened barrier burned down the first batch of ghosts that hit it, Ma Cang Yewang formed a seal, the barrier of the pentagram expanded and spread, and the ghosts that touched the barrier uttered screams, as the barrier The light of the shattered stars split and scattered.

But then, a strange thing happened. The surviving ghosts did not rush at the crowd, but frantically gnawed on the stumps of the same kind on the ground.

The sound of teeth tearing flesh and fascia continued to resound, and the sharp long claws broke bones, not even letting go of the bone marrow in the gap. With the sound of swallowing violently, the ghost in the shadow continued to change and grow, and its body merged into one. It became even taller and more terrifying.

A'Du glanced at King Ma Cang Ye, and the two exchanged glances.

The front ghost and the rear ghost descended from the sky, and the heavy long ax and iron shield fell at the same time, pressing the ghost to the ground with a loud noise.

The light of the knife cut through the darkness, and she was about to cut off the head of the ghost that was pressed on the ground. The ghost, who had a premonition of danger, suddenly broke free from the shackles of the front ghost and the rear ghost with a sudden burst of strength, and opened the mouth to rot. The like teeth bit her towards her in a flash.

It was too late to stop the half-swinging knife, the sharp fangs were close at hand, her pupils shrank slightly, and the back ghost punched the ghost's mouth that was opened to the limit, and pulled out the ghost's tongue.

The stinky blood burst out, and the shield of the Hougui was crushed by the sharp teeth. When the weapon shattered, the damage received by the Shikigami would be returned to the caster. She quickly looked in the direction of Asakang Yewang, and couldn't Unexpectedly, I saw the bright red blood seeping out of the white hunting clothes, flowing down the fingers of the great Onmyoji.

There was a scream that almost shattered the eardrums, and the ghost who had lost her tongue bounced off the ground. She braced herself on the ground, and when she turned over and jumped back, the sudden sound of the wind brushed past her head. She turned around and slashed sharply. The arc cut off the ghost's arm, and it dragged the gushing blood, and began to run in the direction of the five-storied pagoda. The crowd who felt the vibration of the ground screamed and fled in all directions.

"Former ghost." Ma Cang Ye Wang's voice was calm and unwavering.

The sharp long ax sliced ​​through the air, the ghost jumped in the air, and the previous ghost's attack missed.

The rear ghost grabbed the ghost's hind legs and smashed it hard on the ground, the cracks on the spider web burst and spread, A'Du followed closely, grasped the handle of the knife and swung the knife, splitting the ghost in half .

The flesh and blood peeled off from the ghost's body, revealing the white bones. The huge skeleton started from the head and slowly melted into ashes.

The bonfire casts a long shadow on the snow, and there are disturbing movements from the crowd. The uninspired people don't know what happened, they just instinctively feel fear and panic. They don't know that the biggest crisis has passed, and they are still pale and tense. next to each other.

"Master Ye Wang..."

Before those onmyojis approached, a trembling voice suddenly came from the crowd——

"Son of the Fox."

A'Du turned his head, the dim flames outlined a ragged figure, the man was standing in front of the crowd, he was one of the people who fled from the villages around the capital, she had no impression of him before, that face Printed like a ghost-like expression.

"It's you." The man's voice was hoarse, "I remember you."

The people around looked at each other, and after a while, the blood-stained figure in hunting clothes slowly turned around.

The veins on his temples were bulging, and the man took a few heavy breaths, as if he could not escape from the terrible memory, his pupils shrank sharply, and his voice suddenly became high-pitched and strange.

"Fox...no, son of ghosts!" He shouted hoarsely, "You are the son of ghosts who bring disaster!"

The crowd became agitated like boiling water, and the man still didn't stop, shouting like crazy: "Run! He's coming to take revenge! He's going to take revenge for his mother who was burned to death by humans! Run! This person is a child born to a monster!"

In an instant, something changed in Ma Cang Yewang's eyes.

The skeletons on the ground stopped dissipating and slowly gathered together again. The onmyojis shouted anxiously: "Don't disperse! Come back quickly!" But the people who were seized by fear and confusion couldn't hear it anymore, and the crowd scattered and fled.

The villager shouted insanely: "I know you! I know who you are! You, like your mother Asagi, are both..."

The crazy words came to an abrupt end with the splash of blood.

The ghost, who was resurrected from fear and resentment, waved his long arm, and his sharp claws tore the figure in half.

The human body flew out like a rag bag, and the blood and internal organs inside spilled all over the ground. After the deafening silence, the screams of the crowd became more piercing.

The flickering flames were overwhelmed by the night wind, Ma Cang Yewang stood where he was, letting the chaos spill around like blood.

He seemed to smile, and he seemed to sigh.

The light brown eyes drooped slightly, reflecting the fire like burning amber. The Great Onmyoji stared at the wreckage on the ground, as if he knew that things would come to this point, his voice was soft and shallow, as cold as frost that would not melt for a thousand years.

"It's so tiny."

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