When the blind date is 5t5

The father dissipated faster and faster, and it had now spread to his chin.

He curled the corners of his mouth, and his voice was inexplicably weak, like the heat from a winter breath, and it disappeared in an instant, "After I used all my divine power to block the thunder for Qing Ji, my body collapsed, leaving only a piece of soul It is attached to the half of Xiao Feiniao's blood. Most of the time, I choose to sleep to maintain the status quo, only..."

He paused, looking at Qing Ji with a little sadness in his eyes, "Only when Xiao Feiniao enters the reset, I will wake up briefly and use my soul to pay the price needed. However, a while ago If I remember correctly, it should be October 10st, which happens to be Halloween. With the little bird reset every few minutes or hours, my soul is still exhausted in the end."

"Then what is he talking to us now?" Xueyin asked curiously.

"Remnant," Yeto looked indifferently at Chunshen who was about to dissipate, "the last remnant before the fall of the god."

Regarding my father's last sentence, I don't have a minute or even a second of memory on October 10, as if it was erased by an invisible hand.

The hands around my shoulders quietly tightened, I turned my head, and my eyes fell on Gojo Satoru's brows that seemed to be covered with frost.

As if he had thought of something, he silently stared at the midair, and his entire body erupted into a terrifying aura that was enough to make people shudder.

"It seems that you will be there that day." The father said lightly.

At this moment, he only has a pair of almond eyes that are slightly narrower than mine.

He didn't look at me. Instead, he kept his last gaze on his mother's muddy and blood-stained face, which looked extremely embarrassed. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Little bird, I'm not a good father."

"However, long before you were born, the first and only gift I personally prepared for you was placed in the shrine. The key is the string of torii necklaces. I hope I can finally do my best for you. Some responsibility."

After finishing speaking, I could no longer find my father's translucent figure within my line of sight.

This time, he completely left my life.

And the mother seemed to be in an endless collapse of madness, her eyes were sluggishly staring at the place where her father disappeared, and the words in her mouth were vague, no one could hear them clearly except herself.

Zhiri squatted down, and the immaculate hem of the miko's uniform swept across the ground, but there was no trace of dirt on it.

She quietly picked up the curled and withered cherry blossom petals that shouldn't appear in winter, and handed them to her mother like alms, "the last trace he left."

I saw the light of hope lit up in my mother's eyes little by little after she spoke in Zhiri.

"Master Shenming," she stretched out her pale fingers to grab Zhiri, and begged paranoidly, "Is there any other way to bring Chunhe back? As long as I can bring him back, I can do anything. Shall I kowtow to you, or become your slave, as long as, as long as Chunhe can come back."

Her humble appearance at this moment, in my eyes, is like a big joke.

Zhiri shook off her hand neatly, with a mocking smile on her face, she said: "If it was the day when Chun Heming just dissipated 25 years ago, you would have started to miss and believe in him wholeheartedly, maybe He can really recover his divine body and descend again."

The light in the mother's eyes gradually dimmed under these words.

"No, if you can be a little less crazy," Zhiri paused, then squatted in front of her, cupped his chin in his hands, and stared at her with pity, "Reduce the number of times the bird enters the reset, and try to consume as little as possible." There may be a chance to save Chun Heming's soul, after all, my brother is Amaterasu."

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

"And you who have become a demon will have no reincarnation, that is to say, you will never see Chun He Ming forever. Even under the new belief, a new Spring God is born, and he will not be the one who loves you Spring and life."

"very pitiful."

Under Qing Ji's gradually dying eyes, she shook her head and stood up with a smile on her face.

It is extremely cold by the river in winter.

As if mourning the fall of the Spring God, the air is also filled with a breath called chilling loneliness.

After a long silence, Qing Ji's body trembled, and she uncontrollably coughed up a mouthful of black blood with broken internal organs.

Maybe it was the flashback before she died, but she looked sober now.

The madness in the blood eyes disappeared, and his expression gradually became calm, and he began to move closer to the gentle mother in the diary little by little.

"Little bird." She called me weakly.

I stood in front of her and looked at her calmly, as if looking at an insignificant stranger.

"I'm sorry," she said word by word, "I shouldn't put all the blame on you, and I shouldn't look for Chunhe's shadow in you, forcing you to become him."

This apology came too late.

If I had just suffered violence at the age of six, I might have really forgotten the pain caused by my mother and chose to forgive her.

However, year after year, my mother never stopped doing evil things to me.

Now, facing this scene that I have been looking forward to for many years, there is no wave in my heart anymore.

After a while, I said in a cold tone: "I accept your apology, but I will never forgive you. These injuries are enough to destroy my personality, and I will never get my forgiveness in this life."

Mother just stared at me with sad and soft eyes, and then moved to Gojo Satoru, who was bending over her and looking down at her.

"In the end, you still married Master Wutiao," she said with emotion, "It's great, so I can rest assured."

Hearing this, I seemed to catch a message that flew by in my mind, and turned to look at her in confusion, "Why did you use the word 'or'?"

Under my questioning, my mother seemed to remember something suddenly. She lowered her eyes and asked with a trembling voice: "Little bird, do you still remember the place where you loved to hide biscuits when you were young?"

"The secret passage by the bedside of your room."

This was mentioned in the diary.

Later, I heard her say guiltily: "I put your diary when you were seven years old there, remember to go back and look for it."

As soon as this sentence came out, Gojo Gojo lowered his face abruptly, staring at her sharply with blue eyes and asked: "In addition to the diary when I was seven years old, there is also the diary from September to October this year. Woolen cloth?"

The mother flatly denied the later period of time, "I only took seven years old."

Wujo Wu heard the words, and changed his face without changing the question, "Do you have any doubts about the mastermind behind your madness?"

I looked at him in surprise, and my heart skipped a beat.

Does he mean that the mother was killed by others?

Of course, I have occasionally thought about this guess in recent years, but there is no evidence to prove it.

It doesn't make sense. Before the age of six, my mother was still gentle, but after the age of six, she suddenly became a lunatic.

She was silent for a moment, and after a piercing cough, she said in a hoarse voice: "I currently think there are three suspects, Kamo Yuta, Kamo Yuki, and Kamo Yamato."

The first is the mother's half-brother, and the latter two are the upper echelons of the Kamo family.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, and Wei Yin said lazily, "I know, and you can die now."

The mother laughed helplessly, her face was pale, and her expression was filled with the shadow of pain and imminent death, she opened her mouth with difficulty: "Then I will hand over the little bird to you, I hope you can keep the promise you made when you were a child, Treat her well."

To this, Gojo Satoru just said in a flat tone, "I never break my promise."

After getting his reassurance, my mother seemed to have settled her mind. After staring at me deeply, she opened her eyes wide and died.

No, it should be said to have been exorcised.

The shackles that oppressed my shoulders were all removed, and I just stared at her quietly.

I saw that the thick long snake tail that was always threatening me had turned into a bare "twist". Her black hair like seaweed was scattered in the dirty soil, and her pale face was covered with blood. Not the same as before, embarrassed and miserable.

Suddenly, I suddenly felt that my mother was not the horrible and terrifying existence in my memory.

Her life was pathetic and hateful, and mine was just beginning.

Why drown yourself in the quagmire of the past?

After thinking about this point clearly, I chose to say "goodbye" softly to my former self in my heart.

"Are you leaving her here?" Xueyin asked us in a low voice, looking at Qingji's death.

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets, looked down at me lazily, and said coldly, "Never mind, I'm not interested in building a grave for the curse spirit. In the end, it will become the fertilizer of this soil, or It has nothing to do with us to become the rations of other low-level spell spirits."

"Next, shall we go directly to the shrine?" Yato yawned, rubbing his grumbling stomach and asked, "Let's end it quickly, and then go have a good meal together."

This is a decision we have discussed just now, and we will settle all this at once while it is still early today.

Hearing the words, Zhiri raised his chin and said to the artifact beside him, "Go and get Dazai back, he's leaving."

——*——*——

According to Chihiri, only a god who owns a shrine can have a shrine in Takamahara.

The torii necklace left by his father connects the gods and secular worlds he inhabits.

Under the guidance of Yuri, we walked through the torii gates, and finally stood in front of a rather empty and decaying shrine.

There was no water in the water house, the stone lanterns were covered with a layer of dust visible to the naked eye, and the four wooden doors leading to the main hall lost their original brilliance and were extremely dim.

I met their gazes and held out my hand hesitantly.

As soon as he pushed it away, what came to him was a paper page exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

On it is written correctly - the shrine transfer agreement.