rustling --

The sky, which was clear just a moment ago, has been crowded with dark clouds, clinging to each other, squeezing the sky so tight that not even a ray of light can be seen.

Thin raindrops drip from the clouds, passing across the branches, leaves, walls, and roofs below, making a "rustling" sound of friction. Long waterline.

The sky is gray, which makes people panic.

My name has the word "rain", but it doesn't mean I like rainy days, on the contrary, I don't like rainy days very much.

The few major events that have happened in life are always related to the rainy day, and the life belonging to "Yuge" also ends in the rainy day, soaked in rainwater.

The sound of the rain at that time was also the same, converging into puddles on the ground, soaking my body in the cold water, and splashing on the ground.

My mother's death also happened on a rainy day when the sky was so dark and stuffy, one piece after another of dark clouds crowded together, filling the sky to the brim, and there was nothing falling from the sky except icy rain.

A small fuzzy black spot appeared in the sky. It was very blurry at first, but became more and more clear as the distance drew in.

The other party flapped its black wings and flew towards my house against the increasing rain.

The crow stopped on the window sill, shaking the water droplets on its feathers, shaking the water all around.

I moved the brazier of charcoal burning in the room to the edge of the window sill, so that the noisy fellow could warm up.

The crow flapped its wings, and the water droplets between the wings shook onto the burning coals. After the cold rainwater met the high-temperature coals, it made a thin "sizzling" sound, but it was quickly caught. drowned in the rising flames.

"Quack - Quack -" the crow opened its mouth and flapped its wings, calling, "My lord is calling, my lord is calling!"

I watched the rain falling harder and harder outside the window. The black rain curtain had almost covered the whole world, and the world inside the rain curtain was so dull that it made people feel uncomfortable.

The lord is a very gentle person, such a heavy rain made the crow come over in such a hurry.

Things are not going to go well.

Although the things entrusted to me have always been difficult to handle.

"Be quiet." I nodded my furry head, and I was so strong that I was about to press its head into its chest, "I'll go there right away."

No matter how much time has passed, I really can't stand the noisy birds like crows who always like to repeat a sentence.

The lord is not an unscrupulous boss who calls people to work as coolies in heavy rain. Although people in our business have to brave the bad weather and rush to the place where evil spirits appear to kill ghosts, but judging from the current situation, the situation is really serious. Not optimistic.

When Yuanyi was gone, several Zhu and Yan Sheng who was promoted to Yue Zhu three months ago also went out. After all, the ghost killing team was really short of people, and they often rushed to the next destination without stopping after solving a ghost. .

I'm the only member of the Demon Slayer Squad who stays in the headquarters with the strength above the pillar, so the matter can only be solved by me.

In this matter, the lord's nerves are really big, he sent everyone out in a grand manner, and he was not afraid of the base camp being... oh no, it was taken by ghosts.

I got up from the tatami, extinguished the charcoal fire in the living brazier, took the two knives, opened the paper door to the entrance, put on my shoes, and took the oiled paper umbrella in the umbrella bucket.

"I am leaving."

I turned my back to the empty house, and left behind a sentence like I used to go out, and the sound of the paper door being closed.

What responded to me was Tangerine's soft "Mi——" call.

"Swish—swish—"

The rain outside the house was still falling, and it kept falling, as if it would never stop.

When I opened the paper door, what I saw was the young protagonist sitting on the cushion, and the steaming and smoking tea on the tea table.

I put the oiled paper umbrella into the umbrella barrel, got up and walked in.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song." The lord apologized to me, "I still have to call you over in such bad weather."

I shook my head: "It's nothing, since I'm a member of the Ghost Killing Squad, there's no need to pay so much attention."

I looked at this young man, his face was no longer pale, because this face was handsome under the cherry blossom tree a few years ago, but now most of his face is covered with horrible purple spots, and the surface of the skin is bulging. The tendons are like tiny snakes, and one eye is out of focus, and the other eye, I know, is blurry.

He won't live long.

But there was no fear, no anxiety, no decadence, nor any negative emotions, he just sat calmly across from me, and seemed to be planning to make a cup of tea by himself, if...he could hold a teacup now.

I frowned.

The lord smiled slightly: "Sorry, Miss Ge, I couldn't make you a cup of tea."

There was the sound of the rain getting bigger and bigger in my ears, and the heavy rain poured down from the clouds, hitting the roof with a "cracking" sound.

"Didn't you find any trace of Onimai Tsuji Mumi?" I didn't answer his question, but asked another question.

The curse of the Ubayashiki family was caused by Onimai Tsuji, so if you kill Onimai Tsuji, the curse will most likely be over.

"No." The lord still maintained a decent smile.

I think I'm a bit impatient with the emperor and the eunuch, but the lord looks still calm, and even enthusiastically let me taste the tea made by his wife.

After I took a symbolic sip of tea, I put down the teacup, and the lord started talking about the business.

A god appeared in a village in the eastern region. It was originally a poor village with barren land and hardly any food could be grown. There were only a dozen households in the village, but since the whole village began to believe in a god half a year ago, The whole village became very rich.

Many members of the ghost killing team have all disappeared in that village in the past few days, and all the members sent to investigate later have also lost contact.

Sounds like the collective has been kidnapped.

Although it cannot be said that all members of the ghost killing team can breathe, but they can fight ghosts, so many aspects are beyond ordinary people. It is fine if one is tied up, but it is not normal for so many people to be tied up. .

So... is it a ghost?A powerful ghost?

"Please Miss Song." The lord said, "Mr. Purgatory will meet you here."

"I see." I lifted the knife and turned to leave.

The rain was still falling outside the house, tick-tock hitting the wisteria flower stand in front of the house, and the wisteria flowers connected in strings one after another were beaten to the left in the wind and rain.

The thin rain fell on the face, and there was a feeling of desolation on the face.

I opened the oil-paper umbrella and plunged into the majestic rain.

The weather in summer is the weather of children. The sky was clear just a moment ago, and the hot waves rolled and expanded in the air. The cicadas under the trees opened their throats and kept shouting, as if they would never stop.The next moment, the dark clouds covered the top, and after the thunder rolled and roared among the clouds, the black clouds poured down a heavy rain like a scoop on the ground, hitting the roof with a heavy and loud sound.

The ground was full of rainwater, and pedestrians passing by made a loud "tapping" sound, splashing overflowing water.

After I rushed from the Sanyashiki mansion to a small town near my destination, I took a short rest and stopped at a meatball shop. I sat on a bench under the eaves and watched the comings and goings in a hurry. Passers-by, on the right hand side is a cup of steaming tea and a long box with a long Japanese knife inside.

The people who run this meatball shop are an old couple. The couple always have a smile on their faces, and they considerately serve hot tea and snacks to the passing passengers.

When I came to this small shop with an umbrella, my wife kindly gave me a towel for wiping water and hot tea.

"Little girl." The old lady brought up a plate of tricolor dumplings and put them on the stool next to me, "Where are you going in such a heavy rain?"

I didn't speak, just lowered my eyes and looked at the rainwater all over the ground. From time to time, people passing by would step on it, splashing water all over the sky.

"Looking for someone." I said nonsense, "Looking for my brother."

The old woman's face was full of years, but the moment she smiled and bent her eyes, her expression was extremely lively and bright.

"That's great, your parents must be very happy." The corners of the old woman's mouth were raised, with a gentle smile, but I felt a little inexplicably sad.

I am familiar with this kind of sadness, because I also have this kind of thing. Because I can’t get it, I feel sincere envy when I see others’ full hands, and the bitterness of having nothing and gushing out of my heart.

"I also have a son and a daughter." The old woman sat down beside me, looking at the crowd coming and going in the rain with calm eyes, "My daughter is as beautiful as you, but my son is not obedient at all. He keeps making troubles, the old man is very fierce, every time he gets into trouble, he will be beaten, so he dare not go home, and my daughter will go to him to go home."

"Aren't they... not at home...?"

I asked the old man carefully as much as possible, and my intuition told me that she was not here simply to chat with a girl she had never met, but to sit on the bench under the eaves to wait for someone.

"Not at home." The old man said, "The son always said that he was going to do something big, and the daughter wanted to get him back, but she didn't come back for many days."

The people on the street were still coming and going, and I didn't pick up the topic because there was nothing more to say.

The rain was still ticking down, gradually changing from a majestic heavy rain to a patter of moderate rain.

"Aaron always said that he wanted to do great things." The old woman continued, "But I couldn't see him doing big things. I always thought, but in reality, everything goes well? So he said that he would go to the Goddess of Sanskrit Bliss, Go and make a wish to her, and you can accomplish the great thing he has always wanted."

"Da da da--"

A man with a straw hat on his head ran past me, splashing water droplets flying around in the air.

Sanskrit Bliss Goddess.

My hand holding the teacup paused.

"Miss Song!"

But before I had anything to think about, a familiar calling voice appeared in my ear, and the yellow and red hair color in the distance was so conspicuous even in the gray rainy day.

Yan Shoulang stepped on the water stored on the ground all the way, and ran towards me all the way, splashing all the way.

My eyes twitch.

After the rain, the sun gradually emerged from the clouds, and then the layers of dark clouds were pierced. As the first ray of sunlight fell to the ground, the world became bright again, and the blackness of the sky dissipated, and was replaced by white clouds and Blue sky as an alternative.

The sky after washing is extraordinarily bright and clean, and the fresh smell of rain still remains in the air.

"Little girl." The old lady was a little puzzled when she saw Yan Shoulang, "Is this your brother?"

I rolled my eyes at the golden owl, motioned him to stop talking, and decisively denied, "No."

"I see." The old lady looked curiously at the yellow-red haired swordsman, "No wonder you don't look alike at all."

"Mother-in-law, can you tell me about the Sanskrit Goddess of Bliss?" I blinked, with a sad look on my face, trying to look like a simple girl who couldn't find her brother.

The old woman was taken aback.

"My elder brother, he has been idle all day long, abandoned his wife and children, and his family has not been well-off since his parents passed away. Recently, the family is very short of money. He didn't know where he heard that believing in Sanskrit music can make a fortune, so he came here to find That goddess hasn't come home for more than a month." I talked nonsense without changing my expression.

"Then what's your brother's name?" The old woman couldn't help asking, "According to rumors, if you go to the Goddess of Bliss, you will never come back again!"

"His name is Ji Guo Yan Sheng." I thought about it, and finally decided to talk nonsense in a serious manner, "My brother and sister-in-law are very worried about him. Please tell me, mother-in-law, where is the Goddess of Sanskrit Bliss? Go find my brother."

The author has something to say:

Ji Guo·The legendary elder brother Yan Sheng who abandons his wife and children all day without doing business properly:...

Jiguo. According to the legend, the younger brother of the elder brother who abandoned his wife and children all day long without doing business. Yuanyi:? ? ?

Yan Sheng: Ji Guo Yuan Yi, take care of your wife!

Song: serious nonsense jpg.

感谢在2020-10-1121:59:47~2020-10-1421:12:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Moqin; 5 bottles of Aiman;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like