[Comprehensive] Sims can see hell, help!

do as promised.

The swords formed a team spontaneously and made preparations before departure. Teams came to Aphra to say goodbye, hug and pat their heads one by one.

The little girl with a blank face tilted her head, and the hair on her head flicked.

Hmm...why is everyone still doing this at this time?

Are you comforting me?Are you kidding me?Are you upset?

Not realizing that everyone was just being turned by her own master, Aphra smiled energetically at everyone who came to bid farewell.

bless them--

Triumphant return.

At the same time, Aphra also seriously prepared the logistical work.

Regardless of whether the swords will be injured or not, she will never allow her to fail to help everyone deal with the wounds due to her own mistakes!

So.There are still many immortal medicines that should be prepared to replenish spiritual power.

In order to prevent the worst possibility, the fruit of life and the flower of death that can subvert life and death should also be planted.

Fortunately, with her full-level gardening skills, green finger buff, and fairy's natural affinity.

The growth rate of these fruits can fully keep up with the production of potions.

While preparing these, Aphra wrote letters one by one to her friends who were concerned about her safety:

"...I have already understood the situation, please rest assured, I will not go to a dangerous place. I will obediently stay in the palace, and the swords and swords will take turns to accompany me."

"If you need help, you can write a letter, come directly to the palace to meet me, or ask the swordsmen to give you a message, whatever. As long as I can help, please let me know."

"In addition, there are many fairy medicines prepared here. Those that can restore the body, get rid of the miasma, and return to the best state...I have all these medicines here."

"I even have the most taboo flowers that won't let you be taken away by death."

"Thank you for worrying about me. I worry about you from the bottom of my heart too."

"Please, please—please take care of yourself."

"Next time, let's drink tea together in the palace."

Aphra who chose to trust the friends she knew and told the most taboo things.

Absolutely unexpected.

Hit the straight ball with such soft tone, sincerity and enthusiasm.

The letters written are like love letters.

Aphra, who is not aware of this, is still writing continuously at this time, sending blessings to monsters, gods, and humans.

***

The swordsmen separated at the gate of the palace, and acted according to the path discussed in the military meeting.

Some are responsible for eliminating miasma, some are responsible for rescuing ordinary humans or little monsters that need to be saved, and some are responsible for killing resentment and monsters that crawl out of it.

"Then. Let the biggest prey be last—no one will disagree with that."

The swords were discussing in a low voice, showing cold and expectant smiles.

"If monsters or onmyojis get in the way..."

"Forget it, don't tarnish the master's reputation."

The swords whispered, the love for the lord overwhelmed the sharpness and ruthlessness that belonged to cold weapons.

"Let's deal with it like this. End it early, and go home early to accompany Ji Jun."

"Next time I want to hug the main hall too."

"I really envy the swords that are on duty in the palace today..."

The swords whispered.When talking about the master, there is a sincere warmth on the face.

——Once again, something that could refer to "home" appeared in their dialogue.

The Fusangshen scattered in different directions.

The two swords engraved with Genji's sword pattern fell behind and left the team silently.

There is a tacit understanding in the heart, and there is no sword to stop them.

***

In the yin and yang room.

Hei Qingming: "..."

Tamazamo: "..."

One person and one demon did not speak for a long time.

Hei Qingming shook his bat fan, calmed down for a while, and then silently reminded: "...Isn't it appropriate for you to appear here?"

After all, it is the Onmyouliao in Heianjing, so it can be said that it is the main formation of Onmyoji.

Sitting here so ostentatiously, except for him, any onmyoji would probably not be able to tolerate this.

Yuzao didn't say anything tit for tat before, but the slightly raised arc of the corner of his mouth had already expressed his disdain for those humans.

They were silent for another moment.

Hei Qingming stopped shaking the fan.He closed the fan and glanced out the window.

Not far away, although it was covered by miasma—but he knew in his heart that it was the place of the Genjia—"Yata no Orochi" was showing its existence.

The overturned and entangled resentment should have made anyone feel terrified.

He, should have stood there.

Hei Qingming closed one eye:

"For such a little girl who met by chance, is it worth getting involved in this matter?"

Between "Qingming" and Yu Zaoqian, those unspoken connections, I thought they would stay at the stage of "you know and I know".

Unexpectedly, at this time, Tamamo-mae would appear here.

Tamamo, who was wearing a fox mask, laughed silently.

"You are Ge Ye's child. I will watch over you."

Let's see which road this son of the white fox, one black and one white, the best onmyoji in the world, will go.

protect them from death.

But she will not wantonly interfere with Seimei's decision.

- It should be like this.

"But, that kid..."

Yuzao murmured in a low voice.

In the pupils covered by the mask, there emerged that pure, happy and joyful smile.

There is no prejudice against humans, monsters, or gods.

All smiles just because of a cuju ball.

After getting a gift, I happily think about returning the gift.

When the time is right, he will leave delicious snacks made by himself for him.

that kid...

If Yuyi and Aika can grow up.

Wouldn't it be the same smile?

Tamamo stopped his thoughts just in time.He turned his head, looked at Hei Qingming who was not obvious on the face, but a little anxious appeared from the atmosphere, lowered his voice, and said with a smile:

"You can get out of here and go where you want if you want. You know I won't hurt you."

"—The point is, do you really want to do this? Seimei."

***

Genji.

The time has come, but the allies have not.

Minamoto Raimitsu stared at the gap between Yin and Yang with a cold face.

For decades and hundreds of years, it has been enshrined with the spiritual power of the witch.

The Yamata no Orochi, sealed between life and death, appeared before his eyes.

With black hair and purple pupils, the long snake was spitting out a letter, poking its head out from the evil god's long sleeves.

Behind this man, built by the soul of resentment and curse, the eight-headed snake spirit is slowly becoming more and more solid from the phantom.

However, everyone present knew it.

Even if the eight-headed snake spirit becomes real, the Yamata no Orochi in front of him is just a shadow that escaped temporarily.

——The real body of Yamata no Orochi is still trapped in the narrow space day and night.

This is also one of the reasons why Genji dared to make a deal with Yamata no Orochi.

Minamoto Raimitsu bowed respectfully to the evil god, and the Shikigami Onikiri, made by Genji himself, followed behind him one step away.

He waited for Yamata no Orochi to speak.

What could it be?

A mockery of human overreach?

A satire on Genji's Miko sacrifice?

Do you disdain him for using the life spells from the trade to create incomplete lives?

Or, are you planning to take revenge on Heian-kyo?

The evil god raised his eyes indifferently.He didn't take a look at the twisting, roaring, and rolling snake spirit behind him.

His face was gloomy and tired.He looked up at the miasma-stained sky, and glanced around Genji's house a little lazily.

The world, humans, monsters, life.

Still so boring.For thousands of years, nothing has changed——

--Um?

Yamata no Orochi's gaze stayed on Onikiri.

"That's not just the spell I traded to you."

He was keen to find out.It's like seeing the moon in the dark, finding light in the fog, smelling flowers in the swamp.

——It can also shine brightly in the miasma.

What emerges from Onikiri's body, no matter how faint it is, can be seen through at a glance, and once seen, it will never be forgotten.

It is such a trace of clean and clear spiritual power.

Young, but tough.

Yamata no Orochi raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a low voice and slowly:

"That god, who is that?"

Onikiri's whole body tensed up.An instinct that seemed to surge out of his bones made him unable to restrain his hostility.

Minamoto raised his head and couldn't help but smile.