Curse Shirou

"That's not right."

Zenyuan Shier looked up, the man's azure pupils under the moonlight reflected the light that only ferocious beasts have.

"Compared to these spiders, the guy hiding in secret is more annoying."

Between the canopy of the thick trees, a short boy stood out of nowhere, looking down at them with complicated eyes.

"Are you... a family?"

Only seven or eight-year-old children have strange looks. His skin and hair are pale, like albinism, and there are many red spots on his face. Compared with human beings, he looks more like a monster in the mountains and forests.

"child?"

Kotomine Shiro sat up and found that the boy was not hanging in the air, but was walking on extremely thin silk threads under his feet, just like a spider walking on its own web.

"Why are you here alone, where are your parents? Are you lost in the mountains?"

Not affected by the weird image, Kotomine Shirou started talking with the boy instead in order to find out where they were as soon as possible.

"..."

The white-haired boy was silent for a moment, staring at the red-haired eyes below, as if looking at a fool.

Is there really such a dull guy in the world?

Seeing myself who has turned into a ghost, not only did I turn around and run away in fear, but I actually asked myself if I was lost. Isn't it too nerve-wracking?

Although reluctantly, the ghost named tired still answered his question:

"Father and mother haven't come yet, my family lives nearby, but you, why are you still in the woods so late? What's your plan to approach here?"

Compared to the red-haired man, the black-haired man looked more like a member of the Ghost Slayer.

He is a ghost transformed from a human being by Mr. Wu Mi. Since he was transformed into a ghost, he must eat people. The ghost killing team is the only organization that can kill ghosts, so he still has his "family" They are completely sworn enemies with the Ghost Slayer Squad.

If one of these two people is a member of the Ghost Killing Squad, then they cannot be let go.

Of course, even if they weren't from the Ghost Killing Squad, as a source of food, he shouldn't just let them go, but...

Looking at the little baby sitting on the man's lap, the faces of the black-haired father and son are so similar, even if they don't know each other, it is impossible to mistake their relationship.

Tired looked at them, feeling inexplicably jealous.

No, it shouldn't be...

He obviously has a new family, "Father", "Mother", "Brother", and "Sister" have all been changed by him to look similar to himself. He already has so many fetters, why would he still treat him? Are you unhappy with this scene?

"Don't be afraid, we are just travelers who got lost carelessly. We definitely have no bad intentions. Kotomine Shirou is my name. I want to know where this place is, and which direction should I go to the nearest town or village? "

To comfort the man-eating ghost not to be afraid of people, Kotomine Shirou didn't notice anything wrong.

Lei looked at them suspiciously, if the man who looked like Ghost Slayer recognized him, he shouldn't be so indifferent.

But these two humans seem to pretend not to see their anomalies, and they still want to ask him for directions?

"Here is Natian Spider Mountain. The nearest village is going in that direction."

Lei stretched out his fingers to point in one direction, and his indifferent eyes moved involuntarily to Xiao Hui who was very naive and didn't understand anything.

He pursed his lips, suppressing the turbulent malice in his heart, and finally said:

"I have already told you how to get there. Come down the mountain quickly and don't spend the night in this mountain, or you will definitely regret it."

While talking, he turned around to leave here, not wanting other family members to see these three foods.

However, Kotomine Shirou did not intend to let him go.

"Wait a minute, I have another question—"

He got up and walked under the big tree, looked up at the child, and asked with a gentle expression:

"Excuse me, do you know the Dead Apostles?"

Tired turned his head and stared at the other party, his bewitching red and green pupils were still indifferent:

"Dead Apostles? What's that?"

The red-haired young man seemed to be relieved, and then said more gently:

"Dead Apostle is a monster that can infect living people into self-aware undead. If you see this kind of monster, please be careful."

His description made Lei froze. Creatures like ghosts are indeed immortal, but they do not have the ability to transform people into ghosts. Lean couldn't do it himself, and he had never heard of other ghosts being able to do it.

The only person who can do this is Onimai Tsuji Mumi - the master whose orders and controls all ghosts must obey.

"This mountain always has an uncomfortable feeling. I wanted to exorcise the demon just now. Since you don't know the Dead Apostle, that's great."

Kotomine Shirou clasped his hands, as if praying to God:

"It would be a pity if the child who kindly helped guide the way was accidentally purified by me."

Skillfully performing the baptism chanting ceremony is not only to drive away the ominousness in the mountains, but also to test the child by Kotomine Shirou.

If the opponent is a dead disciple, he will be turned into dust in this sacred light, and his soul will return to its proper "seat".

But if it wasn't the Dead Apostles, then the ritual would only expel demons or curse spirits within the range, and would not cause any harm to humans, such as Shier and Xiaohui sitting next to them.

"Wait, what are you doing?!—"

Taking Kotomine Shirou as the origin, the silver barrier quickly expanded to the size of half a mountain, giving Lei a very terrifying premonition.

The opponent must be stopped!

It was as if an extremely gloomy voice roared in his heart, this person must be stopped, otherwise he would lose something very important! ...

As important as the existence of a ghost's life!

Tired stretched out his hands, and a cobweb-shaped ball of scarlet silk flew out, as if to wrap the two men and the baby separately.

However, there was a person who was faster than him, and the moment the silk thread was cut, Zenyuan Shier came to him.

boom--

Tired as a ghost, he only felt a force that almost shattered his body hit his abdomen, and then he flew upside down.

How can it be?

All the scenery in front of him was retreating, he knocked down a row of towering trees, and smashed his back hard on the mountain wall.

impossible!

How could human beings have such strong power?

Without using a weapon, the black-haired man is stronger than this ghost. How could this happen? !

"...May the Lord have mercy on this sad soul."

After chanting, Kotomine Shirou looked in the direction of Shier, the Zen garden, where several big trees hugging each other had fallen, and the man was walking out of the flying dust.

Zenyuan Shier carried the fainted boy, but now the boy was not as pale as he had just seen, with extremely pale hair and skin, but had the same black hair as ordinary people, and had normal skin color.

If there is anything unusual, there are probably only strange red spots on his face, but this does not affect the boy's delicate appearance.

"Huh? Is it just possession, shouldn't it?"

Seeing the specialized attack of the blood net just now, Kotomine Shirou's heart sank slightly, thinking that it might be a dead disciple who had been transformed without knowing it, but after the purification, the opponent did not dissipate, but turned back into a human appearance.

The chants of baptism did not have the power to turn the dead disciples back into humans, which meant that the other party still had a slight possibility of returning to human status, and they were not dead disciples in the general sense.

He became a ghost at a very young age, but after living for decades, he already has the thinking of an adult.

When he became a ghost, he could never forget what happened.

Because of his weak body, he couldn't even run like a normal child, so he was born unable to play with other children.

The father and mother who gave birth to him are very guilty of Lei, and have always hoped to find a way to cure his frailty, until their family encountered Ghost Mai Tsuji.

Master Wu Mi pretended to be a doctor and made him drink a drop of blood. From then on, he became a ghost who could not live in the sun and had to eat human flesh.

At first, his parents were worried and helped him find corpses for food, but the sudden disappearance of other people's corpses would only bring riots to the town.

For a while, he hadn't eaten for too long, and when he came back to his senses, he had already killed a relative who was a guest at home.

His father reprimanded him angrily, and his mother cried bitterly. At that time, he was helpless and confused, until one night, his father appeared by his bedside with a knife.

Later... what happened later...!

Tired and struggling desperately, he didn't want to continue, he sat up abruptly, breathing heavily like he hadn't had since becoming a ghost.

"Are you awake, let's get something to eat?"

The voice warmer than the sun spoke to him, although he was completely stunned by the tiredness at this time.

In front of him was rice porridge exuding a long-lost aroma, but he was not surprised by this, but because...

Where he sat, the sun was shining on his face, with the same gentle feeling as the red-haired youth, but it didn't burn him to ashes.

"godfather--"

The little baby sitting next to his quilt raised his hand, wanting to touch the bowl handed to him by his godfather, but Shiro Kotomine gently took his hand away:

"It's impolite, no, Hui-chan."

"No, polite?"

The little baby rolled on the quilt, grabbed his own little feet with both hands, looked curiously at Tired, who had become white, pointed to him with his little finger and said:

"elder brother?"

Tired pupils moved a bit, and without paying attention to the finger that was close to his face, he looked straight at the child's big and bright eyes.

Kotomine Shirou handed him the porridge, covered Xiaohui's fingers with one hand, and made him a small fist:

"Yes, it's my brother, you can't point at my brother, Huijiang can eat her own porridge, okay?"

"No, godfather, hello—"

Xiao Hui, who is not used to eating local porridge, rarely plays tricks. He wanted to be fed by his guardian. When Shirou Kotomine reached out to get a bowl from the low table, a foot suddenly stretched out from the side.

I saw that the big toe and the second toe were clamped on the back of Xiaohui's collar on the soles of the feet with well-defined muscles and bones, and Xiaohui was grabbed like a claw machine...

"Let's make more trouble, let your godfather eat first, if you don't want to eat, just go hungry, little squeamish."