Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

The teeth of ghosts are very magical.

In the front are four fangs that are comparable to steel knives, with a bite force enough to cut through the leg bones, the split teeth in the back are used to tear off the flesh of the prey, and the strong molars are responsible for cutting.If you look closely, they are very similar to wolf teeth, but stronger and sharper.The most peculiar thing is that these teeth seem to be changeable. When the ghost chooses to mimic, they look no different from human teeth, or just like slightly pointed canines, but when the creature tears off the mask , the ferocity and bloodiness of the predators at the top of the food chain are enough to make any creature terrified.

No matter how elegant the ghost is, it is greedy and brutal when eating. Every mouthful is filled with flesh and bones. Even the humerus can be easily crushed. The creaking sound is like a human chewing chicken and duck. brittle bones.The ghost's tongue is sharp and dexterous, it can quickly suck up the blood in the blood vessels, but when the tongue licks your skin, it is extraordinarily gentle, as if it can release some kind of anesthetic, making people forget that the next moment they are sharpened Tooth piercing pain.

Tong Mo finally finished gnawing on my right arm and bit the side of my neck. After tearing open the blood vessels, he began to gulp down my blood.

The spiritual power and blood of my whole body are concentrated towards the neck, and the body begins to repair instinctively, which makes the aura more intense, and the special fragrance belonging to the gods diffuses in the air, becoming more and more intense, like a lotus pond in a midsummer afternoon.

"It smells so good... Xiaoran is such a good boy..."

He murmured with a mouthful of blood in his mouth.Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, dripped onto his long white oak hair, and was absorbed instantly.

His eating style is rough, but he really doesn't like waste.

Winding No. 200 is a tall ghost. He is picky about food and countless battles in the past [-] years, so he has a nearly perfect muscle line, which is a combination of flexibility and strength.At this moment, rather than a man lying on top of me, it feels more like a cheetah-like animal, gorgeous and vigorous.

He suppressed my body, his fangs broke through the skin and penetrated another layer.

I turned my head to the side, fighting back the shivering from the pain.He seemed to notice this, and lightly scratched my face with his sharp, dark blue nails.

"Did you hurt Xiaoran?" The ghost's voice was as soft and silky as silk, "I didn't mean it. If it hurts, you can cry."

"Fortunately, within the range I can bear... hiss, you... you lightly..."

Hmm... Does this conversation sound a little weird?

I looked at the eaves outside the paper door, silently cursing.

Tong Mo stopped gnawing at the right time, carefully licked the blood on my cheek, and said softly:

"Why doesn't Xiaoran cry? The girls before were all able to cry... Even the girl who begged me to save her would still cry and beg desperately. I don't understand," he sighed softly. , "Why on earth? Is it not good to go to bliss?"

"The bliss they understand is probably different from the bliss you understand, Master Tong Mo." I said with a smile, "Next time you'd better ask the other party what they think about this kind of thing."

He sneered, lying lazily on his side beside me, propping his head with his hands, showing innocent eyes.

"Then what does Xiaoran think? In the world of gods, is there bliss?"

It was raining outside, probably because the purification rain hadn't stopped yet, and the rain fell into the pond in the yard, making a rustling sound.

"listen."

The ghost tilted his head in confusion, "What are you listening to?"

"The sound of rain." I said, "When I was the god of water, I liked floating on the river when it was raining. The sound of rain hitting the water is different in every season. Spring is like this. It's like whipping the roof in summer. Have you lived so long that you never noticed it?"

Those glazed eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a kind of enchanting dark light in the dark room.

"Every season...is the same." He held my regenerated arm, rubbing the tips of his teeth tentatively like a kitten grinding his teeth, "When it rains, believers who come to me will A little more, probably because there is nothing else to do, they will talk endlessly, sometimes even I want to doze off."

"No way?" I couldn't help asking, "Don't you do other things? Why do you have to stay in your church all day? 200 years, how did you survive?"

For the first time, this powerful winding ghost showed a somewhat dazed expression.

"Eh? But that's their job. The responsibility of the Son of God is to listen to the pain of the believers and give them guidance and salvation. They have been very serious about fulfilling their duties."

"Other things, that is, to help Mr. Wu miserably look for the blue Bianhua that doesn't exist at all, and go out to find food." He said with disinterestedness, "Yoshihara's women have changed wave after wave, and the taste is also different." There is not much difference, except that Xiao Luoji sometimes leaves some blood for me, and those ghost hunter pillars are worth looking forward to. If Xiaoran, will you do something interesting?"

"There are so many things I can do." I got excited, "Let's take spring as an example. Cherry blossom viewing is a must. When the cherry blossoms are in bloom, there are cherry blossoms blowing snow everywhere in Edo City, which is very beautiful. Yea! Even the Arakawa River is full of cherry blossom petals. It was the general’s order to plant cherry trees by the river. Every year at this time, the streets and alleys in the city will start to sell various seasonal snacks related to cherry blossoms. Like sakura yokan, sakura foreign sugar dumpling, and Mizushingen cake with salted sakura, which is made of glutinous rice, and it tastes better if it is sticky with soybean flour. But the fruit of the sakura tree is not edible, I tried it, Sour to die for."

"There are more things to play in summer. There are rabbits on the mountain behind the shrine, pheasants with flower feathers, and fireflies at night. The wild flowers on the mountain are blooming in patches. Lie down on the grass until the stars come out, and then go to the night market in front of the shrine to buy mugwort yokan and soy sauce dumplings to eat. There is only that kind of green yokan in summer. The taste of moxa is slightly bitter, but it will feel good if you get used to it Eat. Soy sauce dumplings are also made of glutinous rice. After cooking, put them in ice water. The store will put them on bamboo sticks and dip them in sweet soy sauce...Why are you looking at me like that?"

There was a flash of confusion in Tong Mo's eyes, and he even forgot to put on that habitual smile.

"Eh? Just now, I seem to see Xiao Ran as someone else." He said to himself, "It's so strange, Zhu Shi's blood ghost technique shouldn't have this kind of effect..."

"Are you tired from fighting?" I said, "Rainy days are the best time to sleep in. Do you want to try it?"

"Ghosts don't need to sleep." He held his chin and smiled, "Go ahead and tell me, people like to hear what Xiaoran said~"

"Oh, where are you talking about? By the way, summer. I heard that the wealthy families in Kyoto eat running water noodles and Kawadoko cuisine in summer. Some people in Edo also learned it. They lived in the shallows beside the Arakawa River Set up a table, spread out bamboo mats, say it is to take advantage of the cool air of the river to escape the summer heat, pair it with melons, fruits and sake from Shuili Town, and at this time, acquaintances gather together to sing waka, the most elegant..."

"Hehe..." the ghost laughed, "Why are they all food? I really can't tell, Xiaoran is still a greedy child~"

"You still have the nerve to talk about me?" I rolled my eyes, "Don't you also eat and eat all day long?"

"In autumn, the maple leaves on the mountain are as red as fire. At this time, the chestnuts are ripe. The chestnuts are steamed and mashed into a puree. They can be made into chestnut cakes with glutinous rice flour. But my favorite is red bean yokan. Sprinkle with golden osmanthus..."

I was stunned suddenly, and slowly stretched my hand into my bosom, and took out a small cloth bag.

The blood stains on the cloth have been almost washed away by the rain of purification. When I opened it, the gold flat sugar inside had long since melted away, as if it had never existed.

"Hey, the smell of this cloth...is that Thunder Pillar?"

Tong Mo at the side came over and asked curiously.

The ghost's keen sense of smell is really terrible...

"Why did you kill him..." I sighed, "Saoyun has been helping me since we arrived at the Ghost Killing Squad. Xiaomei and I have been taken care of by him a lot."

Tong Mo put on a completely innocent expression: "You still have to ask Xiaoran, did you make new friends casually? Really, Xiaoran said clearly that she has no other friends besides me. So sad~"

I looked at him speechlessly: "Doesn't it mean that there can only be one friend? A person can have many friends. Doesn't Master Tong Mo have many other friends?"

"That's different. In short, Xiaoran is not allowed to have other friends besides me." The ghost looked like he was about to cry, "Otherwise you are lying to others, and they will not forgive you~"

"But it's very unfair, can you make some sense?" I said a little angrily, "We will leave here one day, and I will meet other people. Friends are not defined in this way..."

"Then Xiaoran can stay in hell with me."

A cruel smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, turned over and pressed me firmly to the ground.

"That's right, why didn't I think of it before? As long as I turn Xiaoran into a ghost, I can stay by my side forever~"

I was shocked.What kind of bizarre brain circuit is this?

Realizing that he might mean it, I struggled like hell.

"Tong Mo! Gods can't become ghosts! Don't go crazy! Let me go!"

"How do you know if you don't try it?"

The absolute power of evil spirits suppresses people to despair.He showed his fangs with a smile, and lightly licked the teeth with the tip of his tongue, drawing a dripping bloody mouth, then bent down and blocked my lips.

The cold, sweet blood poured into my mouth continuously, bringing a burning tingling sensation to my body, like some kind of poison.

I gave up struggling and just looked at him with wide eyes.

Those iridescent peach blossom eyes are half-opened and half-closed, extremely beautiful and charming, but there is only a boundless emptiness.

After a long time, Tong Mo raised his head and gave me a bloody smile.

His voice was still soft and erratic like a dream.

"Hey... Is Xiaoran different from those girls before?"

The ghost slowly held my newly grown right hand, and bit down on the wrist again, blood overflowing with spiritual light flowed out, and he sucked it lightly like a child sucking a piece of candy.

"Everyone is talking about their loved ones, but as long as they bite the skin a little bit, they will cry to death, begging or scolding, no matter how they explain it, it's useless." He complained quite aggrieved, "It's really boring and pathetic. Ah. But as long as they die, they will be quiet, hehe, I ate them all very clean, and only kept their heads. After all, they really love every believer~"

I couldn't say a word, but he continued on his own.

"Speaking of which, what is love, Xiaoran?"

"The believers say they love me, but they are unwilling to accept my redemption."

"I love Xiaoqin Ye, but she would rather die than stay by my side."

"The mother said she loved her father, but she stabbed him to death with a knife and then committed suicide by taking poison."

I turned my head and looked at him in horror, but he only stared at the wound that kept gushing blood, his eyes were dead silent.

"That's right, I should have been seven or eight years old that year? I still remember the way it looked at that time very clearly. They made the room so dirty, there were blood and internal organs falling out everywhere, I just thought it stinks ..."

"But other than that, I still don't feel anything..."

The ghost said as if sighing.

I still didn't manage to turn into a ghost, but probably as a side effect of being forced to ingest too much ghost blood, I fell asleep.

Actually had a dream.

In the dream, a boy in a black cassock danced in the sun, his pure white hair shone like the first snow, and the smile on his face was pure and bright.

With a smile like that, he held one pair after another of the grown-up hands stretched out to him, chewing every word they spoke in confusion but trying hard, swallowing their sadness, resentment, anger, desire and despair.

Human beings have eight sufferings: birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, separation from love, not being able to get what they want, and the five skandhas.

That is the pollution from the world, which is endless and endless.However, the ignorant Son of God couldn't see it.

He just held those hands again and again, taking this as his responsibility and the meaning of existence.

What finally stretched out to him was the hand of his mother covered in blood all over the place.

He shook the believer's hand as he always did, smiled and said:

Neither god nor bliss exists.

There is only me.

When I woke up, I didn’t know how long it had been, a white light pierced my eyes, I opened my eyes, and found that the rain outside turned into snow at some point, the sky and the earth were pure white, and everything was silent.

Tong Mo sat on the soft cushion under the porch watching the snow, his face was neither sad nor happy, it was blank.

I knew that was his real expression.

Sighing, I climbed up from the tatami, feeling like my whole body fell apart and put back together again.

"Hey, Xiao Ran woke up~"

The ghost turned his head to see me, and immediately showed a pure and innocent smile.

"People thought they accidentally killed you. It's great that you're all right. But as expected, Xiaoran still hasn't become a ghost," he said with a bit of regret, "What went wrong?"

I walked over to him and sat down, looking at him slightly.

"Because I am the god of Arakawa, I am sure of this in my heart. And hell is a world determined by belief and will."

"Master Tong Mo, knowing who you are and what you can and cannot do is very important even for gods."

He blinked those beautiful eyes, unexpectedly did not speak.

"As for the question you asked me about love," I continued, "love is the most difficult thing to describe in words in the world. Not only ghosts and gods, but even human beings often don't understand it, so they don't understand it. It's not your fault."

"I haven't experienced much human love, but I still know a little bit. I can't explain it to you, I can only demonstrate it to you."

"So let's play a game."

I smiled and took his hand.

"For the rest of this time, if I tell you after I've done something that this is love, you have to remember it. You don't have to understand what love is or why things are the way they are, just remember It’s fine to live with the matter itself, of course, if you want to imitate me, you can add points to the game!”

"It doesn't sound difficult at all." Gui said happily, "I have the best memory. But if I win, will Xiaoran give him any reward?"

"Games don't have to be won or lost, the process of the game is the most important thing." I said seriously, "But if Master Tong Mo can really remember these things, I will definitely prepare a big gift for you .”

"Then it's a word."

He pulled me into his arms with a smile, and whispered in my ear:

"Xiaoran owes me a lot of rewards. I remember them very clearly. I want to ask you for everything~"

"Hey, how can I make Xiaoran remember this?"

Before I could react, his left arm was firmly grasped in his hand.

"Master Tong Mo, what are you going to do again?" I was really a little scared, "If I suck it again, I will lose my blood. Then I will see who will find you something to eat!"

Tong Mo fiddled with the silver bell on my wrist, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Shh, good boy, don't move."

He gently sucked the dark blue nails unique to that evil ghost in his mouth, and a drop of thick blood was hung on the long and pointed nails.

Then the nail pierced into the skin under the silver bell, carefully but mercilessly tore through the flesh and blood, and the blood mixed into a stream.

New blood and old blood, blood of gods and blood of demons.

Using blood as ink, draw imprints that look like words and pictures.

It didn't subside as the wound healed quickly, and the blood was winding on my wrist, vividly like the death falling on the snow, the curse engraved in the song.

It wasn't until the end of this inexplicable move that I realized...

It seemed to be a lotus flower.

"Master Wu Mi's skill of engraving words on the eyeballs, I can't learn it no matter what."

As we all know, Shangxian No. [-] has a very seductive voice, lazy and gentle, even if the words spoken are extremely cruel.

"But even if I can't become a ghost, Xiaoran is still my follower. Having a god as my follower is really something to be proud of."

"So," he smiled innocently, "Master God, you can't escape~ Please continue to tell me about the gods and bliss."