[Onmyoji] Deep Sea Girl

A glance.

Qiong Lang's eyes darkened slightly, and he secretly kept the name of the person he was looking for firmly in his heart.

"Senior, thank you today."

Saying goodbye to Arakawa, Qiong Lang took Huang away from the bank of Arakawa, and hurried back to the palace in the territory.

The person he had been looking for for many years had no other clues except some news from Arakawa, Qiong Lang felt moved and immediately found the bookman.

Shuweng is a special and strange monster.

His favorite thing to do is to travel around, especially like to go to inaccessible places, and then use the notes in his hand to write down their unknown beauty and anecdotes, and also like to listen to other people's stories. The most knowledgeable monster in Shahai.

Shuweng was in danger when he traveled to Luocha Sea, and was rescued by Qionglang from the mouth of the sea monster.In view of the other party's SR rating, Qiong Lang wanted to keep him, so he asked the scholar to accompany him for 30 years as a reward, and the scholar readily agreed.

Although due to the existence of the contract, Shuweng can no longer roam around as he likes, but the days in Luochahai did not make him feel boring.

In addition to being fascinated by the new appearance of the sea every day, Shuweng also has a selfish desire to explore and record the past of Qiong Lang, a mysterious monster, although he has not been able to achieve his wish.

Qiong Lang didn't want to take the initiative to tell others about her past, just like him, he never opened his mouth to tell his own story.

Qiong Lang felt that for a monster like Shuweng who had seen a lot, maybe he could get more clues from him.

"Does your lord know who is enshrined in the third shrine in that village?" Shuweng asked with some surprise.

It's not that Qiong Lang didn't ask him before, it's just that Shuweng had never visited this place before that, and naturally he didn't know the past of the village.

"En." Qiong Lang nodded, with different emotions in his usually calm eyes, "I learned about it from the Lord of Arakawa this afternoon."

Although it is not 100% sure, but it is [-]% consistent.

Lord of Arakawa, it is true that youkai who have lived for a long time know much more than themselves.

With a little emotion in his heart, the scholar asked curiously: "Who is that person?"

"He is called 'Yimulian', and I heard that he was a descendant of a god." Qiong Lang briefly told the story Arakawa told, and then asked, "Scholar, do you know where this person is now?"

The scholar was turning the pages of the book, frowning and pinching his pen, writing something to add to his Book of Vientiane.

Qiong Lang was not surprised by this, in her opinion, Shuweng was a diary maniac, so she didn't interrupt him.

After a long time, the bookman raised his head from the book of Vientiane.

"Fengshen Yimulian, I heard a little about him from humans and some monsters a long time ago. I don't know where this god is now, but I have visited the abandoned shrine. A small statue for worship."

Shuweng described Yimulian's statuette.

White hair, double horns, accompanied by a golden dragon, plus the one-eyed Arakawa said.

Qiong Lang firmly memorized these characteristics, but still heaved a long sigh.

Although he knew about the appearance of the other party, the scholar didn't know Yimulian's whereabouts. I heard that his whereabouts were always erratic. Maybe wherever the human beings needed help, he would appear there.

The bookman was a little surprised, he rarely saw Qiong Lang showing such sadness in front of them, which was inconsistent with her character of hiding her thoughts.

It seemed that that person had a very special meaning to her.

The scholar did not rush to ask, but a deep thirst for knowledge surged in his heart.

Thanks to Shuweng, Qiong Lang was walking alone by the shallows in the night, she folded her arms and was thinking about something. The night wind blew her soft and slightly curly long hair, making her back look disheveled and cold.

A tall, thin and handsome man stood beside her silently, putting his hand on Qiong Lang's left shoulder.

Qiong Lang turned his head and subconsciously called out: "Huang?"

"Qiong Lang, are you thinking about that Fengshen? Why do you care about that person so much? Have you ever met?"

Qiong Lang frowned, and said softly: "You don't have to worry about me, I just remembered some things from the past."

The big hands on her shoulders tightened slightly suddenly, Huang lowered his head, the shadow of his hair under the night obscured his face.

After pausing for a moment, Huang finally raised his head and looked at her, there was a hint of injury and fragility in his usually calm eyes.

"I thought the company of these years was enough to make you open your heart to me, but you never wanted to mention your past to me."

"Is there something I haven't done enough? You can't fully trust me so far."

There was a hint of depression and unconcealable concern in the deep voice, "Qiong Lang, I don't have any other thoughts, I just don't want you to be troubled and melancholy."

For this woman who rescued him back to Rakshahai back then and brought him up single-handedly, Huang has admiration and dependence, but Qiong Lang always regards him as a younger brother.

This feeling finally merged into an inextricable family affection in the long river of time.

This person who occupies an important weight in his life, every frown and smile also affects his emotions.

Qiong Lang was slightly taken aback, suddenly feeling guilty in his heart.She was too sensitive and vigilant, thus ignoring the feelings of the people around her.

"Feel sorry……"

Before she could finish her words, Huang Qing raised her hand to interrupt her, and said seriously: "Qiong Lang, between us, never say the word 'sorry'."

"If this matter really troubles you so much, you might as well tell me. You want to find that person, right? I'll help you find it together."

"It's not just this matter, I hope that no matter what happens in the future, I can rely on you."

He grew up under her wing with gentle care, and he also wanted to treat each other with sincerity.

Huang's voice was very soft, but extremely firm, and his simple words seemed to be making a promise, which filled Qiong Lang's heart with a complex emotion.

If you can't even trust Huang, who else can you trust?

At this point, Qiong Lang's face was really moved. She raised her hand to cover the other's big hand, and a smile appeared on her cold face, "Okay, you said that, you can't break your promise."

Huang's eyes suddenly burst into brilliant colors, revealing a deep smile.

Qiong Lang squeezed his big hand, and the two of them walked side by side on the beach, the waves lapping against the shore made the sound of crashing water, and occasionally there were water birds and seagulls singing.

This all-too-familiar scene reminded Qiong Lang of the time when Huang was a half-grown boy, at that time she also held his hand and walked along the beach like this, telling him some familiar fairy tales from her previous life.

The daughter of the sea, the wild swan, the ugly duckling...the naive Huang always listened with gusto and asked some silly questions.

Such years are plain and warm, but deep feelings are planted in the lingering fetters, but Qiong Lang has never deliberately felt it.

"It's been years since I told you a story."

As Huang grew up, Qiong Lang rarely took the initiative to hold his hand in such an intimate way.

This action made Huang's mouth stained with an irrefutable smile, and his tone became a little lighter, "I love to listen to you whenever you tell me."

Qiong Lang couldn't help laughing twice, "Of course I can't tell you those childish fairy tales now."

"Actually, when I was young, my parents always liked to hold my hand and tell me a lot of weird stories."

Whether in the previous life or in this life, the two pairs of parents are like this.

Qiong Lang's voice at this moment was softer than ever before, and his charming voice was intoxicating, "The stories in their mouths are basically related to monsters. Adults always try to use these legends to educate us to stay away from those unknown dangers."

"Compared with monsters, human beings are always so fragile. Even if there are no monsters, the sea can easily swallow their lives."

In her previous life, she drowned to death, and in this life, she almost died in a tsunami.

Qiong Lang spoke very slowly, but Huang listened very seriously, even though she babbled on for a long time without mentioning Yimulian.Her words are more like recalling the time when she was still a human being.

Suddenly, Huang discovered that Qiong Lang was actually a very lonely person.

She has lived for nearly a hundred years, and usually can't remember or occasionally forget some things about Luochahai, but she can remember everything that happened more than 70 years ago.

Although he always smiles lightly and looks like he doesn't care too much about anything, he is actually a nostalgic and emotional person.

"I've lived in that village for 12 years, and I'm used to the tides and storms at the beach, and the adults are also used to going out to fish in such bad weather."

"One time there was a storm at sea, and my father and the villagers returned after tossing in the sea all night. That time they brought back a different kind of prey...a mermaid."

Hearing this, Enchanted Huang couldn't help but suffocate slightly.

His intuition told him that this was related to Qiong Lang's secret of becoming a monster.