Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

The world of ghosts is different from that of ordinary people.

In the eyes of ghosts, passers-by walking in cities and towns are bread with long legs that can run.The bleeding wounds, the stench that fills the human nose, and the scent of the best food in the ghost's sense of smell.

Just as human recipes are rich and varied, ingredients can be prepared in various ways.From the perspective of ghosts, everyone's "taste" is also high or low.

Among them, the one that ghosts covet the most is undoubtedly the thin blood among humans.

As long as you are exposed to the air, you will break your strings rationally in an instant.

A Yin has been hungry for too long, and the energy consumption to support the winding body is also huge. She has been living on the blood bag of food reserves for many days, and she is already in a state of starvation.

She licked the wound and sucked the blood, she drank too fast and too fast, her mouth was full of the unique aroma of wine in Wutiao's blood, like nectar that had been aged for decades, every drop was drunk to the bone.

Just like the precious red wine that human beings drink to the top, it is not sipped slowly, but the kind of... heroic that is blown at the mouth of the bottle.

It didn't take long for A Yin to become dizzy from drinking, his eyes were foggy, and he looked drunk and completely unconscious.

Wutiao made a small cut for himself, and the bleeding stopped quickly, leaving only a shallow trace.

But Ayin was not satisfied. She looked at the scars on the five wrists that were no longer bleeding, like a puppy who was suddenly robbed of her job when she was excited to eat. He sucked a few more mouthfuls, but he didn't taste the fragrance of fresh blood.

Wutiao felt the heat and humidity pulling away from his wrist, A Yin raised his head to look at him, holding his wrist with both hands, very pitiful.

Wutiao was so stared at by her that he almost couldn't hold back and opened a hole for himself. Fortunately, the Zenyuan found out what was wrong in time and forced him to hold him down.

"Stop feeding...do you want to get her completely drunk?"

Just like you can't indulge people to drink too much, Ah Yin has become so drunk, and if he drinks any more, it's hard to guarantee that nothing will happen.

Gojo Satoru's blood was probably too exciting for her.

The monastery ruthlessly separated the two of them. He held Ayin's elbow, lifted the limp ghost girl up, and let her lie on the mat. He made a few seals on his hands, and stretched out the umbrella. The scope of the shadow envelops A Yin.

The ghost girl who was drunk into a puddle of mud was whimpering and whimpering. Fortunately, she didn't go crazy with alcohol, but was carried away by him following the force of the Buddhist monastery.Alcohol paralyzed her brain, and she felt drowsy. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep contentedly.

Wujo felt a little sorry, he healed his scars with a reversal technique, and poked A Yin's cheek with his finger.

"So my blood smells like wine?" he muttered to himself.

I have to say, this feeling is amazing.

The pain of the wound was not worth mentioning to him. What remained in his mind was the warmth and coolness of the ghost girl's lips against the skin, and the itching of the tip of her tongue licking the wound.

And her canine teeth pressed against his skin, subconsciously restraining herself from hurting others.

Wujo caressed his chin thoughtfully, seeming to have experienced a little bit of the joy of feeding.

.........

Ayin fell asleep, and the little treasure of the curse spirit was on autopilot. It communicated with its master, and flew to the destination without anyone operating it, just in time for dusk.

It landed slowly on a small hill, using the gully as a cover, stopped firmly on the slope, and urged its passengers to get off the car as soon as possible.

Ayin felt sweet, yawned and woke up. Seeing that the curse spirit had stopped, she subconsciously raised her hand and took Xiaobao back.

"Finally woke up." A finger flicked on the ghost girl's forehead, and A Yin gasped in pain, hissing.

"Your Excellency Wujo... sorry, did I delay for a long time?"

"No." Wujo looked at her strangely, seeing that Ayin's expression was natural, like any part of a drunk, and he couldn't remember what he did while drunk.

Now, Wu Tiao couldn't help but wonder if his blood really contained alcohol, which was too outrageous.

Zen Yuanhui looked up at the sky, and reminded: "It's almost night, if you want to visit someone's house, hurry up."

Not far from the small hill, you can see a town, the sky is getting darker, and the rows of buildings are lit up with gorgeous lights, just like the neon lights of later generations, adding a unique beauty to the night, and it is very lively.

The Nakata family they interviewed lived in this modern town. They were not rich, but they had no worries about food and clothing, and lived a safe and smooth life. However, disaster struck one day, and the family who lost their only child could not bear the heavy blow. , has reached the edge of the cliff, almost collapsed.

The whereabouts of the child who was sold by the trafficker couple have not been found so far.And in this world where ghosts and monsters are rampant, what ending will the weak children usher in...

Besides, this has not been heard from for several years.

The couple of the Zhongtian family were obviously depressed. They were not middle-aged, but their faces were haggard, their hair was gray, and their backs were stooped. After hearing the intention of the three of them, they still sighed and got up to prepare tea for them.

Their child disappeared several years ago, and now that such a long time has passed, they are gradually losing hope.It's just that half a year ago the real faces of the traffickers and their husbands were revealed, the case made a breakthrough, and suddenly more police officers came to their home to inquire.

Therefore, they were not surprised to see Ayin and others.

"We have finished what we have to say. No matter how much you investigate, we will not be able to provide more clues..."

"You misunderstood, we are not from the police station."

Ayin is slightly socially phobic, and Wutiao's emotional intelligence is touching. On this occasion, of course, the speaker is Chanyuan Hui who can communicate normally with ordinary people.

Zen Yuanhui's expression was calm, he was not someone who liked to go round and round, and hit the nail on the head as soon as he came up.

"We came here this time to find out the authenticity of the 'Gods coming'."

As soon as the word "God" came out, the faces of the two couples immediately became ugly.

Mr. Nakata laughed: "Are you kidding me? In today's era, how can anyone believe in the authentic works of gods..."

"We made this clear because we are people of the divine way."

Mrs. Zhongtian's face froze: "What?"

Five articles: ...

Ah, I'm starting to open my eyes and talk nonsense, Your Excellency Zenyuan.

Wutiao held tea in his hand, leaned back tactically, stopped A Yin who was about to speak out, and let her enjoy the solo performance of the Buddhist temple together.

Just listen to Zenyuanhui's serious nonsense: "We are the descendants of the great Onmyoji Abe Seimei, and the inheritance we have received is the foundation of a thousand-year-old Yinyang family. No one in this world is more familiar with the matter of gods and ghosts than us."

Compared with the world of conjuration that is closed to the outside world, Abe Seimei's name is unknown to everyone, and it's over if he brings it out.

If it is an ordinary person who has never seen a "god", after hearing the words of the monastery, he must think that he has lost his mind and chased away guests.However, it was precisely because the couple had witnessed supernatural events that they were dubious and hesitant about his statement.

"This matter is related to the balance of yin and yang, and you must not be negligent, otherwise you will attract heavenly punishment." Put on a big hat, if you don't cooperate with us, you will also have your part in attracting heavenly punishment.

This family was just an ordinary couple who had lost their child. Chanyuanhui had no intention of embarrassing them too much, but just used words to force them a little.Perhaps the spirits of the two were already fragile, and they confide the truth under the gradually increasing pressure after a while.

"Yes... because we hate those who took our children, we suffer from incompetent police officers who let the criminals go unpunished. When resentment breeds, we attract the grown-up..."

"He said that he can help us eliminate hatred and kill sinners. He is the god born for this."

Ayin's eyelids twitched, and he felt a familiar premonition.

"Who is that adult?"

Mrs. Zhongtian tightened her clothes, her voice was soft, but the faith in her words was as firm as a rock and never wavered.

"The God of Misfortune, Yato."

A Yin: ...

Hello crazy world.

Why can the Japanese island survive until now?

"That lord is the God of Misfortune, as long as there are people's hatred and misfortune, he will exist."

"If you want to invite the Lord to surrender, you only need to write down the name of the enemy you intend to erase on the letterhead, and the Lord will accept the prayer and complete the commission..."

Is it so troublesome to invite Yato God in the Taisho era?

Ayin was dead fish-eyed, and she remembered a certain five-element god who was on call with just one phone call in modern times.

After getting the news he wanted, Chanyuan Hui didn't delay any longer. He put away the letterhead that the Nakata couple handed him, and bid farewell to the two.

The night is dark, the moon is shining in the sky, the sky of the modern city is gray and smoky, the stars are covered, and the light is dim.

They left the city with dazzling lights and set foot on the soil in the outskirts of the country. The dead branches and leaves were trampled on by the soles of their feet, creaking, and the moist breath of rain was permeated.

"Write your name on the letterhead..."

Although neither he nor the monastery has any enemies that must be put to death, there are many people who dislike each other on weekdays.

Left and right are just borrowing the name, since it is "erasing hatred", as long as the gods show up, it will be fine, right?

So Wutiao and Zenyuan looked at each other, and the two reached an astonishing agreement.

Five articles: "Let's just write about Kamo-dono!"

Chanyuan: "Let's write about Kamo."

A Yincao, who was on the sidelines, was speechless, hesitating to speak: ...

Is this the touching plastic friendship of Yusanjia?

How did that "Lord Kamo" provoke you?