Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

I straightened my waist and stuffed the last thing I found in the ruins into the gap between a few wooden sticks and a bundle of straw. Looking at the crumbling or crumbling houses in front of me, I exhaled softly.

After 200 years in hell, I have developed the habit of being self-reliant and never wasting resources.The Ghost Killing Squad is located in such a good place, of course we should make the most of it.Facts have proved that this trip is worthwhile. Zaoyun said before that the monk named Shurayuan Qianyue has the ability to transfer things from the world to here.There are indeed a lot of things left in these places where humans lived, from stoves to heaters to dried sweet potatoes and salted fish, although most of them are useless.I suspect that their owners are actually useless to use them. After all, dead people don't need dried salted fish. This should be purely some kind of thought.

But when I dug into the cellar of Zongzheng's house, I found something. It seemed to be... a large jar of wine.

I never drank wine when I was a god, and I am really unfamiliar with this thing, but from what Zaoyun and the others said before, wine seems to be a very precious thing here, so I decided to pack it up and take it away, let it go Useful or not.

I assembled a shelf with the wooden strips and ropes I picked up, and I re-stacked the huge pile of things, tied them firmly with ropes, and then summoned a stream of water to support them, and easily dragged them back.

What happened to picking up trash?Picking up junk makes me happy!Who stipulated that the gods cannot pick up trash?

The only problem is that something strange seems to be starting to appear in this area.

It wasn't the mutated human-faced monsters that disappeared with the rain of purification, but other indistinct shapes, tall and short, whispering in the shadows of the ruins.

I don't know where they come from, but the vigilance still makes me secretly raise my hearing, trying to hear what they are saying.

"did you see it…"

"Is it ghost blood...?"

"It's not quite ghost-like, but it's not human either..."

"Give up, you can't do anything without the blood ghost technique..."

"Is it okay to eat her? It looks like I got a lot of blood..."

"Yes, yes, have you all seen it? The lord has wiped out all these hateful ghost hunters with the blood ghost technique! Now we are finally free!"

"Shangxian is a terrifying existence..."

"That's not an ordinary winding, haven't you seen the big Buddha? That's the second winding!"

"Ah, no way, it turned out to be two..."

The whispering sound stopped abruptly, as if the speakers were collectively silent. After a while, a new voice came.

"I thought it was one or three..."

"This is really... oh... I miss Master Wu Mi..."

"As for the ghost king, anyone can do the same thing. After all, Mr. Wu Mi has already..."

"That's right, I heard that someone saw the sixth and swore allegiance to that lord..."

"Hello, sister."

A delicate voice interrupted my eavesdropping.Standing not far in front of her was a little girl who seemed to be five or six years old, with a sweet smile on her fair face, and beside her was an old man who was extremely short and looked timid.

It looks like two grandparents and grandchildren. If the old man doesn't have horns on his head, it will be more similar.

"Is my sister winding up?" The girl raised her face at me.

?

"Wind what?"

"That's the end of the string?" She put her hands behind her back and took a step forward.

"What do you want to ask?" I said.

The little girl giggled, "It's nothing. My grandfather is sick. I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

Her face suddenly split from the middle, turning into a huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and her figure also swelled.

"My sister looks delicious, please let me eat..."

Before she finished speaking, her head and body were divided into three evenly, and the three snake-toothed blades completed the cutting in an instant, and the black liquid splashed all over the floor.

"Hey hey hey hey, it's so scary, so scary—" The old man ran away, and disappeared into the ruins in an instant.

The whispering voices in the dark disappeared instantly.

A monster?

I frowned and withdrew the spell.

There are a lot of monsters in the Necromancer Forest. Since the ghost killing team guarding here disappeared, have they become active?

What a hassle.

I dragged a bunch of things and continued to walk forward, and those voices appeared quietly behind me.

"Did you see it? What a strong ghost..."

"Are you blind? How is that woman like a ghost?"

"It's obviously a ghost, it's a blood ghost technique!"

"Is it winding?"

"I've never heard of such a person in Shangxian."

...What is this mess?

Passing by the place where the Sanyashiki mansion was before, heavy snow has completely covered the traces of the battlefield, and the Water Lily Bodhisattva is still in place, covered with white snow, and there is a strange tranquil beauty, as if it has stood here for thousands of years. Thousands of years of ancient ruins.

Standing on the snowy ground was a figure in tuanhua kimono, it was Zhu Shi.

She also seemed to be aware of my existence, turned around, and we looked at each other silently in the whiteness.

Finally, I spoke first.

"I'm sorry about Zao Yun."

Zhu Shi looked at me, eyes still covered with mist.

"They are relieved." She finally sighed, "Miss Ran, do you hate my concubine?"

"Hate." I said frankly, "I know you also hate Wu Mi, Tong Mo, and even yourself. But hatred can't undo what has happened, it can only make more people fall into endless pain."

She turned her head and said nothing.

I walked to the pile of things I was pulling, pulled out a short knife and threw it to her.

"Your blood ghost art has been sealed, it seems that this place is not peaceful now, this is for your self-defense." I said, "You are familiar with herbs and poisons, this skill should allow you to live here safely for a while , but I still advise you to let go of your obsessions as soon as possible and go back to the world. Hell is not a good place. Unless your beliefs are very firm, it is easy to lose yourself. Also, "

I said coldly, "Don't let me see you appear near Tong Mo again."

"The concubine came here just to atone for her sins, and has no other intentions." She said lightly.

"What you did when your heart fell into confusion cannot be considered a sin. Besides, you cannibalized people hundreds of years ago. What you hate is actually your inability to protect important people, but so what, There will always be a day of reunion in the future, and then it will be fine to protect it.”

She lifted her eyes, tears glistening in the purple mist.

"I hope we never meet again, Miss Zhushi." I said.

It didn't take long to return to the hut. I went around the house to check the barrier before going back to the door to move things a little bit.

It's very quiet here, there are no strange sounds.

"Xiaoran is back~"

A certain smiling ghost appeared at the door at some point, leaning against the doorpost like a boneless one.

"Eh? Where are you going?" He looked surprised, "What are these?"

"Your snow is almost crushing the roof of this dilapidated house. I went to the ghost killing squad to find some materials and repair it first. I also found some interesting things."

While putting away a bunch of things, I explained to this ghost who didn't see the slightest desire to help.

"Hey, is that wine?"

His eyes were pointed, and his tone was visibly excited.

"I can't tell, Master Tong Mo actually likes to drink?" I couldn't help laughing, "I heard that Zongzheng brewed the wine himself, and it wasn't poisonous, so I brought it back. And this is for you. "

I turned out a piece of colorful paper and a box of chess pieces, and held them up for him to see.

"Hey, this seems to be Double Six?" Tong Mo showed a curious expression like a child, "Will Xiao Ran play this?"

"Not really," I said honestly, "I just saw someone play it when I was young. Do you know it?"

"Hehe, it's very popular among the noble ladies in Kyoto to play this game, and they will occasionally play it when they go to a tea party~"

"Then Master Tong Mo, please teach me." I smiled, "I don't know anything about human games."

The ghost propped his chin with a fan, and smiled very schemingly.

"It's okay, but what will Xiaoran give in exchange?"

"Are you so preoccupied?" I said in disbelief.

"He is the son of a god, and everything he does is blessed by the gods~" Tong Mo said innocently, "Is it right to worship?"

God, I've never seen such a brazen ghost!

Resisting the urge to vomit blood, I pointed to the frozen pond in the yard:

"Well, how about I make you a hot spring pool?"

The forever 20-year-old face suddenly beamed with joy, making me wonder if he really lived to be two hundred years old.

"I knew that Xiaoran is the best god~"

"Okay."

I clapped my hands and stood up from the steamy pool, "I'm such an almighty god, I can conjure hot water in hell. I put the bathrobe beside me, although it's definitely not as luxurious as you usually wear , but the conditions are limited, please ask Master Tong Mo to make it up."

The ghost shook off the dark blue cotton bathrobe with a face full of surprise:

"Wow, Xiaoran can actually conjure clothes?"

"I'm not the god of Jianye mallet life, of course not, I picked it up." I said proudly, "It's just new, do you like to wear it... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ah!"

This guy is probably the first ghost ever to soak in a hot spring in hell.

I'm probably also the first water god in history who smashed a paper sliding door by covering his eyes and running around.

I have always thought that ghosts are a kind of strange existence, and Master Tong Mo is a strange existence among strange existences.

He is very ghostly at times, such as those times when he shows his fangs, tears flesh, and kills wildly with a smiling face on the battlefield.

Sometimes he doesn't look like a ghost, such as when his face is expressionless and shows some kind of inorganic eyes that don't belong to this world, or when he lowers his eyelids like a real god and Buddha, and puts on a compassionate expression.

But sometimes I don't know what he looks like, for example... when he is soaking in hot water with a springy face and an intoxicated face like now.

I guessed that he was an ice ghost, he might react strangely when exposed to heat, and his mind was probably offline again, so I thought it would be better to sneak away.

"Hey, I seem to have forgotten something important ~ Xiaoran ~ other people's wine ~~?"

Hmm... the voice became even softer, almost like a pussy cat, eh...

I filled a small bottle of wine and carried it to him tremblingly, keeping my eyes on the ground the whole time.

"How is this enough~ Take it all~ Xiaoran, don't be so stingy~"

"I can't see that you can still drink." I could only go back and move the jar of wine, "Don't get drunk, I don't care about dragging you back."

Accompanied by the sound of water, a slender and pale arm stretched out, picked up the jar of wine and poured it into the water, the strong aroma of wine instantly permeated the air.

"Ehhh?" I was dumbfounded, and suddenly raised my head, forgetting to look at my nose, nose, nose, and heart, "Aren't you for drinking? What kind of game is this?"

A man named Tong Mo stood just a few feet in front of me, at least a head taller than me. His long, wet, white oak hair hung down along his broad shoulders and strong chest muscles until there was no excess waistline. The pair of overly brilliant iridescent pupils and innocent expression really look like those western statues given to the General by the missionaries.

Hell, this is real hell.

I felt like my face was going to burn, so I quickly turned my head away.

What has he eaten for more than 200 years?No matter what, I can't connect with the little god who looks like a snow dumpling in my memory!

"Ah, I forgot to tell Xiaoran that ghosts can't drink alcohol~ But because I really like alcohol, I can only use this method to satisfy my hunger~ Eh? Where is Xiaoran looking?"

I was a little dizzy from the smell of alcohol, and my mouth became uneasy: "I didn't look anywhere, you, you, you, go on clubbing..."

The ghost let out a low, bewitching laugh.

"Hey... Xiaoran looks so cute..."

That arm stretched out like that, and the cold fingertips dripping with water gently scratched my cheek.

"Hehe... It's like Yoshihara's new creations that haven't passed their first night... My lovely god..."

He leaned over with his whole body, blowing the cool wind full of alcohol in my ears.

"Could it be that you... haven't seen a man's body yet?"

Ah, ah ah.

Amaterasu Omi God!What is this... What kind of tiger and wolf words? !

"What about me...how could I...I...huh?!"

The words that could not be formed into sentences were blocked back into the mouth by two thin lips.

Icy, with the sweetness of lotus and the smell of blood.

Probably the fangs scratched my tongue, but I didn't feel any pain at all, but the smell of blood made him penetrate into my mouth harder, biting and licking.

Although I didn't drink a drop of wine, I felt that my mind was full of wine.

This is... what and what... what does it mean... ghosts are very good at this kind of thing...?

"Hey..."

Tong Mo finally let go of my poor tongue, and licked a trace of blood on his lips.

"Xiaoran is so cute, I can't help it..."

He hooked my belt with one hand and gently pulled it down.

"Standing there by yourself is so boring... Why don't Xiaoran come and try the wine bath?"

No no no no there must be something wrong!

"wait wait wait!"

My mind returned to normal at the last moment.

"Master Tong Mo, how many people have you taken a wine bath with so far?"

"Eh?"

The ghost was stunned, "No, it was me before."

"Then what about just now?" I summoned up my courage and pointed to my lips.

Tong Mo said suddenly, "This...that's too much, let me think about it," he counted seriously, "and the female believers, the maids, the ladies of Sagano, the Ocha family and Fujiwara Miss of the family, not to mention those Taifu and Gezi in Yoshihara, Xiao Luoji sometimes finds some cute Xinzao and bald, hehehe, don’t girls like this?”

Xiaomei... What the hell are you doing every day...?

"Master Tong Mo, this is your ignorance." I said solemnly, "First of all, we are friends, right? Friends don't share baths."

"Eh? Is that so?" He opened his eyes slightly and looked at me suspiciously.

"That's right, think about it, you and Master Hei Si Mou are friends, right? You definitely won't go to the hot spring together, right?"

I'm sure this question can get stuck in Lord Tong Mo's off-line mind, and it turns out that he does seem to be stuck.

"Eh? But Heishi Mou-sama..."

"Also," I immediately interrupted him, "in our Edo, men and women sit at different ages at seven years old, just now... the kind of thing just now is only done between lovers. I don't care who you did it with before, But I... I am a god after all, so I can't do this casually!"

"But I love Xiaoran." The ghost said aggrievedly.

"You also love your female followers, your maids, and those ladies in Kyoto, Yoshiwara's wandering girls, and you love Xiaoqinye too." I said, "But that's not what I said Love. The kind of love I'm talking about cannot be easily expressed, it needs to be expressed in concrete actions. With all due respect, Master Tong Mo knows nothing about it."

"What is the specific action? Xiaoran tell me~ I want to know~"

I took a deep breath: "The specific action is to soak your wine bath! The water is going to be cold!"

Running back to the house, I found a corner and sat for a long time before I calmed down.

I successfully got stuck in the mind of the genius of the ghost, the second one, this is really an unprecedented record!

What a great god I am!

Damn, tongue hurts...

"Xiaoran~I finished washing~"

I turned my head and saw the ghost standing at the door wearing a bathrobe. The clothes were well put on, but I didn't know what to do, the hair was covered with icy scum, and it just walked in as if nothing had happened.

Such a big ghost...why does it always look like an eight-year-old child?

"...My lord, don't you even know how to dry your hair after taking a bath?"

The blush on his face still hasn't faded, "Oh? The maid helped me before, but it's okay, ghosts are not afraid of the cold hahaha..."

I covered my head, "If you were a human being, you would probably have died of various inexplicable diseases a long time ago... and it's all frozen, is it really okay? Come and sit here for me."

I found a clean cloth from the "trash" I picked up, and applied a water-absorbing spell, and I dried his beautiful but not very docile long white oak hair little by little, and used my fingers as a comb to slowly Straighten out.I have to say that this ghost's hair is really smooth and feels so good to the touch, probably because it has been served by people all year round, and it has been taken care of very carefully.

Alas, there are always people who don't want to be a good son of God, but insist on becoming a ghost, and even go all the way to hell.

"Hey, the red patch on Master Tong Mo's head... seems to be disappearing soon." I suddenly realized this, "I remember when I first met you, it still looked like blood was splashed on it."

"That's the ghost pattern." He smiled lightly, "The ghosts created by Mr. Wu Mi have ghost patterns, and each ghost is unique. For example, Your Excellency Yiwozuo has a pattern like a sinner's tattoo, while Hei Si Lord Mu used to be a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad with stripes when he was a human, and after he became a ghost, his stripes became ghost stripes."

"Then what are you?" I looked carefully at the faint red patch, "Does it mean that you are mentally ill?"

"How many times have I said that people's brains are not sick!"

He protested, as expected, and I couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahaha, just kidding! I know Master Tong Mo's brain is the best to use, and he is also the smartest in winding!"

"Of course, he has been a smart and kind child since he was a child." Master Tong Mo said with satisfaction.

"If you have to say what this is..." He said in a calm tone, "It's the place where Mr. Wu Mi's fingers got inserted when he became a ghost."

The movements of my hands stopped, and suddenly I couldn't bear to touch that place again.

"...Does it really not hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." The ghost said indifferently, "Speaking of this, Your Excellency Yiwozuo is really pitiful. I heard that even his brain was smashed by Mr. Wu Mi, so his brain has not been very bright, even if he is better than me. I became a ghost a long time ago, but I have always been the top three, no matter how hard I try, I can't beat me, hehehe~"

"Because Master Tong Mo is a genius." I smiled and combed the last lock of his long hair.

Also stupid.