The lover that gravity makes is wrong

"If the timing doesn't exist at this moment, go back to the beginning and destroy the beginning"

****

"Huh? Is it the condition for the wish gem to take effect?"

At that time, when Zhong Yuanzhong also inadvertently mentioned this point, the red-haired girl who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet and playing games stopped moving.

Holding the game handle, she looked up at the ceiling and thought for a while, then looked at the young man with red hair beside her, and said three words seriously in her eyes,

"--have no idea!"

"……cough!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also drank water, and was almost choked by the third son's confident answer.

"...Did you come to such a conclusion after thinking for a long time! It is obviously your own supernatural ability?"

"Mr. Zhongyuan, you are an incredible stereotype!"

The third son's eyes became sharp instantly, and he raised his index finger and said plausibly,

"Who said that people with supernatural powers need to know how to use supernatural power crystals? As the saying goes, 'My vassal's vassal is not my vassal'."

"The wish spar that has been separated from my body is already a mature spar. I believe it will be able to figure out how to display its value by itself! Hmm!"

The third son crossed his arms and nodded affirmatively.

"I think that you are the one who can say such nonsense so naturally."

The red-haired boy glanced at Sanzi speechlessly, and when he was about to get another game controller, he narrowed his eyes in a sudden reaction, and looked at Sanzi, "So according to what you said——"

"Sir, did you send me a stone?"

"……belch!"

The red-haired girl's proud expression froze, she hiccupped in shock, and moved her eyes guiltily,

"Wish, wish, how can it be called a stone!"

"Mr. Zhongyuan, the most important thing is the heart. You can take it as a symbol of the beauty between us, it is very commemorative!"

Nice symbol.

I don't know which sentence touched the young man, the red-haired mafia chuckled, took the third son's game controller, and let go of this topic.

[But the trigger condition...]

On the other hand, after the third son breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

The red-haired girl propped her chin thoughtfully, stared quietly at the game villain on the screen for a while, then turned her head suddenly, facing Chuya Nakahara's side face, said without warning,

"That must be when Mr. Zhongyuan didn't hesitate to use filth to hurt himself, and he also had a wish to realize."

"what?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also shook his hand, and the game car on the screen flipped over on the spot and crashed into a big tree, causing a burst of black smoke from the front of the car.

off screen

The red-haired girl didn't feel that she said something serious, she bent her eyes with a smile, and then fired a shot,

"Because, the master of All Beings Wish, that's what he thinks."

If one day, you really encounter such a crisis.

Then make a wish to me before deciding to consume your life.

Don't hurt yourself, I'll be sure to hear.

……

…………

A scene from the past popped up in Chuya Nakahara's mind like life.

The wish gemstone clinging to the chest of the heart vibrated slightly, exuding a warm silver light,

Dirty... make a wish...

It was so!

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes wide in a sudden realization, the ominous black and red markings that were ready to move faded from his face, and the clear cobalt blue pupils regained their clarity.

At the same time, the hidden wish gem echoed, floating from the neckline of the ocher-haired mafia.

Click——

Accompanied by the light sound of a key being activated, the sleeping Wish Gem was awakened, and the silver light spread out, turning into countless gleaming brilliance.

"——This is, the wish of all living beings?!"

Clement yelled in disbelief, and an angry twisted expression appeared on his face,

"This is impossible! Gan has been rewritten and absorbed by me, why is the ability still..."

He stretched out his hand in horror, and grabbed the wish gem, but the movement was still a step slower——

The glorious weaving web unfolded like a sky curtain in an instant, and driven by Chuya Chuya's ability, it condensed into a huge clock field.

【If you can really hear it—】

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head, his cobalt blue pupils stared straight at the huge hour hand, expressing his wish at the moment in his heart.

[Give back the third son to me. 】

Click.

The hour hand rotated, as if it had received a prayer, it suddenly increased several times.

Silver and black and red are intertwined, like a huge beast, with its mouth wide open, and with a groan, it is also under the hood facing Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Time stood still on the airship,

The next moment, the blond man frantically backed up while roaring unwillingly!

****

When the silver light dissipated, Nakahara found himself standing in the courtyard of an old Japanese mansion.

The servant in kimono lowered his head and held his clothes, as if he couldn't see him, passed by him and walked towards the long corridor.

The third son's pocket watch was in his hand, making a ticking sound.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head as if feeling something, and pushed the cover of the watch.

The moment the pocket watch was opened, the seemingly stagnant pointer suddenly moved slightly to the 1 position.

At the same time, two figures appeared on the closed shoji door directly opposite the courtyard.

Like a crude shadow play, standing on the left and right kneeling and standing, the conversation passed through the shoji paper and passed into the ears of Chuya Zhongyuan.

"How is Jia San Wu Zero Seven today?"

"Miss, today..."

"Miss?"

The standing shadow seemed to have heard something interesting, the end of the voice rose slightly, and he looked back at the person kneeling on the ground.

"Ah! Yes, it's Jia San Wu Ling Qi..."

The man kneeling on the ground was taken aback by this look, and quickly changed his oral report,

"She has passed the initial sampling stage today, and is in the second stage of the experiment."

"However, the side effects of 'realization' exceeded expectations. According to preliminary judgments, A[-] cannot bear further 'prayers'. If it continues to be enforced, A[-] may not last until one year old."

pray?

In the courtyard, Nakahara Chuya's eyelids twitched, as if he understood something.

As if to verify his conjecture, he strode towards the shoji door, trying to open the sliding door in front of him, but his hand passed through the doorknob like a phantom, catching nothing.

... Sure enough, it was an illusion, and gravity also didn't work.

"What do you want to show me? What should I do?"

Recalling the hour hand field that was last seen on the airship, Nakahara Nakahara buckled the dial of the pocket watch with his fingertips and asked.

The old pocket watch didn't answer him, and continued ticking forward on its own.

At this time, a new dialogue came from behind the shoji gate.

"Really? It seems that Jia San Wu Lingqi is still too fragile..."

The standing figure holds a bat fan, taps on the palm thoughtfully, and draws a new conclusion,

"No, it should be said that it should be so. Since ancient times, a powerful ability can only exert its greatest effect when it matches a strong body."

"If her human body is replaced..."

The figure is thoughtful, and the words are gentle and calm.

However, the madness and distortion revealed in it made the people kneeling on the ground stiffen and tremble uncontrollably.

"Homeowner?"

"Saemon, have you heard a story?"

The figure opened the folding fan, stared at the painting of hell above and said slowly,

"Besides humans, there are many realms in this world that we cannot reveal, such as ghosts, ghosts, monsters, and... gods."

"No matter which one, it has a powerful power that surpasses us a hundred times."

"You said, the dead Jiasanwulingqi will bear more upper limit of prayers than the living ones?"

"Homeowner!"

The person kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head, and couldn't help but raise his voice, his words revealed the determination to go all out,

"A[-] is the only sample in this batch that has reached the initial threshold. If even she is damaged, we won't have any other..."

"Then find some more women."

The man called the head of the house interrupted the subordinate,

"It's just pregnancy, it's very simple, isn't it? You need as many samples as you want, it's not worth pity."

"Saemon, this is all for us to wait for a greater future, you are my most important right-hand man, you will not let me down, right?"

"Tomorrow, let's choose a village and throw it there. I hope that group of villagers who worship God can bring us some new surprises."

The figure kneeling on the ground was silent for a long time, and finally kowtowed,

"……Yes."

At this point, the figure stopped.

As if he hadn't found what he was looking for, the hour hand of the old pocket watch turned rapidly again.

The surrounding scenes rotated like flowing water, and occasionally when the speed slowed down, some chattering chatter also came to the ears of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

……

"Have you heard? That hag brought a child back from nowhere."

"Again?! How many times has this died?"

"Who knows, isn't it better for a ghost woman to raise a ghost girl? Besides, it's not bad to keep it. Waiting for the seven-year-old next year...we can..."

……

"Village chief, the ghost girl died of illness, what do you think the ghost girl will do? Are you going to drive her out of the village?"

"That red-haired and green-eyed look is scary at first glance, and I don't know if I keep it, whether it will anger the mountain god and bring divine punishment to our village."

"Keep it, one person will give her a mouthful of food, and multiple people will work hard to order her."

"Besides, Gan, you're five years old, right? I'll raise him for another two years, and when it's time to 'send seven', isn't it just right?"

……

…………

Send seven.

This is already the second time Chuya Zhongya has heard this word.

Although he didn't know what it meant, when it was discussed by this group of villagers, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help frowning, feeling repelled instinctively.

And 'gan'...

He remembered that Clement called Sanzi by the name, could it be that——

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that he was about to approach the core.

Facts proved that the ocher-haired mafia's guess was correct, and the hands of the pocket watch stopped again after turning a few times.

The blurry scene around became clear, and with a call to command, a snow-covered village appeared in front of Zhongya Zhongyuan.

Before he could take a closer look around, a young red-haired figure ran past him.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also slightly stunned, and turned his head vigorously. After seeing the girl's appearance clearly, the brown-haired mafia's pupils shrank, and anger appeared in his eyes.

In the illusion, the current season is winter.

The snowflakes were blowing quickly with the wind, and from the villagers in the plowing field, they could see that it was the coldest time now.

However, the red-haired girl was only wearing an old dress that was washed white.

Her nose and face were red from the cold, she carried firewood on her thin shoulders, and stepped on the ground with her bare feet.

The short wine-red hair hangs messily on the back of the neck, and the ends of the hair are long and short, like a dog chewing.

She was only five years old, a small one, but her height didn't even reach Nakahara Nakaya's calf.

"Aunt Sachiko, the firewood is ready, here it is."

The red-haired girl squatted down and put down the firewood on her back that was taller than her.

"It's slow to death, dawdling, is it because you haven't had enough food?"

Amidst the rude muttering, a burly woman with a turban on her head shrank her neck and came out of the house.

As if reluctant, she opened the door, counted the amount of firewood perfunctorily, then waved to the red-haired girl,

"Okay, let's go, hurry up next time, it's winter, who do you want to freeze to death?"

The red-haired girl didn't move, however.

She raised her head, and her exposed emerald eyes were shining brightly. The girl stretched out a small hand that was red with cold, and looked at the woman expectantly.

"It's agreed, change it, rice dumpling."

"Huh? You still want to trade for rice with just this little firewood, haven't you woken up?"

A trace of impatience flashed across Xingzi's face, she had no guilt of deceiving the child,

"Gan, you have to figure it out. Everyone in the village is kind enough to support you. If you don't know how to be grateful, let it be, and even ask for food. Why, don't you think that our family is a bully, so you stick to it on purpose..."

"It's not bullying, it's not begging for food."

The young girl shook her head, and repeated every word seriously, "It's agreed, a bundle of firewood will be exchanged for rice balls."

"you……!"

Sachiko frowned irritably, and she half-raised her hand, as if trying to push the girl.

But after thinking about it, if this brat hurts her, no one will run errands for her tomorrow...

"Tsk."

The woman clicked her tongue unwillingly, dawdled for a long time, and finally turned around cursing and went back to the house, casually broke half a rice ball from the stove, and threw it into the red-haired girl's arms.

The rice balls were made the day before, and after being left overnight in such weather, they were already as cold as ice, definitely not something a five-year-old child could chew.

But the red-haired girl didn't mind. Instead, she carefully put away half of the rice ball and thanked the woman.

"Go! Go!"

However, Sachiko didn't appreciate it, and her expression turned even worse.

As if she was afraid of being entangled by something dirty, she slammed the door shut.

It wasn't until the red-haired girl was gone that she carefully opened a crack in the door, stared at the girl's back through the gap, and whispered,

"Hey, he's still alive like this, he really is a monster."

……

…………

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists: "I can only look at it like this, can't I?"

The pocket watch didn't answer, a ray of light floated from the dial and landed behind the red-haired girl, as if reminding Zhong Yuanzhong to follow.

At this point, Zhongyuanzhong can also be sure that this is the memory illusion of the third son, which is connected to the past of the red-haired ghost.

The hell girl Yan Moai once said that the wish curse of the third son was actually planted in the village when she was young.

In other words, as long as he followed the instructions of the pocket watch, there was a high probability that he would be able to find the source of the third son's [Vow Mantra] and destroy it.

No, it must be found.

There will be no second chance like this.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, resisting the anger accumulated in his heart, and continued to spy on the third son's past.

The young girl did not go back to her residence, but went to the distant forest alone.

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned uncomfortably.

Forests in winter are not safe, especially in ancient forests like this, where fierce beasts often attack villages.

Although due to the cold weather, most animals choose to hibernate, but if you are unlucky and encounter large animals looking for food...

Nakahara Nakaya walked up to Sanzi and bent over to hug the little girl, but as expected, his arm passed through the girl.

He cannot touch her.

"Third son, don't go there..."

He couldn't even convey his voice, so he could only watch the girl walk towards the forest under the gloating eyes of the passing villagers.

In fact, in the middle, Sanzi stopped for a while.

As if attracted by the playful laughter of the other children, the red-haired girl quietly hid aside and watched for a long time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that when one of the children laughed and was picked up by his father, the eyes of the third son appeared to be puzzled and envious.

"...Dad, what is it? Is it warm?"

The girl's immature voice was accompanied by Luoxue, which was blown into Zhongye's ears by the wind.

For a moment, the red-haired boy showed an expression as if he had been pricked by a needle.

It didn't hurt, but it wrapped around his heart so thinly that it almost made him breathless.

"Third son..."

Zhong Yuan also squatted beside the girl, even though he knew that the other party couldn't hear him, he replied softly as if having a conversation,

"Your father is a very powerful ghost assistant officer. His hands are very big, and he can easily hug you like this."

"Don't be envious, you will become a powerful person like him in the future."

Zhong Yuanzhong also spoke seriously, but the red-haired girl couldn't hear it.

She seemed to want to observe for a while, but was accidentally spotted by other children.

"Look! It's the red ghost! The red ghost has appeared!"

"Hurry up, hit her with a bean, hahahahaha, she is so stupid to pick it up, I want to get a medal today!"

It's not picking up. Grandma said that food is very precious and should not be wasted.

The red-haired girl wanted to explain, but was pushed from behind by a boy and fell to the ground.

The thick snow offset the force of the bump, but the sharp gravel mixed in the snow still accidentally scratched the girl's knee.

"Wow!"

The third son was in pain and wanted to get up quickly, but the playful children rushed forward excitedly.

Like the 'heroes' who really defeated the evil spirits, they cheered and picked up the pebbles to separate Sanzi's hair.

At this moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly understood what was going on with the short hair growing on the back of the third son's neck.

"Damn it! Get out of here!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also grabbed a boy's collar in a hurry, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only grab it in vain.

The villagers present just watched cheerfully, no one said a word of reprimand, and occasionally followed a few words of guidance.

A sense of powerlessness spread in Zhongye's heart.

Even though he has a powerful gravity ability, in this illusion, he can't even touch a girl!

"Wow! Woof woof——!!!"

At this moment, an angry dog ​​barked from afar.

After a while, a black wolfhound came out of the grass and rushed towards the villagers and children.

It was half the height of an adult, with stern eyes, baring its teeth viciously, exposing its scarlet gums, and saliva flowed from its mouth and dripped on the ground.

"Wolfdog! The wolfdog is coming to eat people! Run!"

The children who bullied the third son dispersed in a rush.

The surrounding villagers picked up their children in panic and ran away. There was also a man in the middle who lost a shoe because he was almost bitten on the buttocks.

The noisy open space suddenly fell silent, only the red-haired girl and the huffing wolfhound remained.

The tall wolfhound had been hungry for a while, and under the messy black fur, the abdomen had been sunken, exposing a series of gnarled ribs.

It sniffed the air as if looking for food, then turned its head quickly, and a pair of ferocious dog eyes fell on the young girl.

"Run, third son!" Zhong Yuanzhong also yelled in horror

However, how could a five-year-old child run faster than a wolfhound half as tall as a man.

The third son only had time to bend his hands and feet, but before he could stand up, a black shadow came, and the dirty black dog threw itself on the girl.It suddenly opened its sharp teeth full of fangs, and bowed its head fiercely——

Licked the redhead girl's face.

Then another sip.

As fierce as the dog's face is, so happy is the tail wagging.

"Wow, Dahei, it's so itchy, and it stinks!"

The red-haired girl pushed the big dog's face in dissatisfaction, and then got two disapproving barks from the big wolf dog, and the more enthusiastic dog washed his face.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

It took three full seconds before Zhongyuan Zhongye let out a breath slowly.

Scared the hell out of me, idiot.

The ocher-haired mafia habitually reached out to touch the girl's head, but quickly put it down and stood beside the third son quietly.

The red-haired girl got up from the ground, shook the snowflakes on her head like a puppy, took out half of the hidden rice ball from her arms, and handed it to the wolf dog.

"I'm sorry Dahei, that's all I have. Next time, I'll find a way."

The black wolfhound sniffed the tip of its nose, sniffed the rice ball on the girl's palm, and leaned over to rub Sanzi's cheek in a humane manner, without seeming disgusted.

The red-haired girl pulled the corners of her mouth with sparkling eyes, trying to make a smiling expression, but it didn't work except to make her face weirder.

Well.

The third son rubbed his face in frustration, propped his face with his small hands, and looked at the wolf dog who was obviously a meat eater, gnawing rice balls with a dog's face in his heart.

"Hey, Dahei, what do you mean by 'father'? Does Gan also have one?"

Dahei didn't know, because it was just a dog.

The red-haired girl propped her chin and thought for a while, then suddenly said 'ah', and an expression of 'thinking of a good idea' appeared on her frozen red face.

Chuya Zhongyuan: "Third son?"

Dahei: "Wow?"

One person and one dog turned their heads tacitly, and looked at the third son suspiciously.

The two faces were put together, inexplicably revealing a somewhat similar sense of joy.

——It's how interesting the third son saw it when he grew up, and would secretly draw it and serialize it into a manga.

It's a pity that the red-haired girl couldn't see this scene.

The red-haired girl turned her head excitedly, only a big black dog's face was reflected in her eyes,

"I thought of Dahei! If there is no 'Daddy', Gan can make one himself!"

Big black:"……"

Dahei didn't understand, but this didn't prevent it from opening its dog eyes, watching the human cub get up, pile up the snow on the ground, and play dumbly with his frozen hands, slowly rolling the snow into two pieces. A sphere that overlaps up and down.

"It's done!"

The red-haired girl proudly announced, but soon, she always felt that there was something weird and not quite right.

She looked left and right at the blank snowman's face. After staying for a while, she quickly realized that she picked up two stones and branches from the side and stuck them on the snowball.

The branches are the hands, and the pebbles are the eyes.

Well, so 'Dad' is done.

The little red-haired girl stood quietly in front of the half-person tall snowman for a long time.

Until Dahei, who was lying on the snow, opened his mouth sleepily and yawned, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but stepped forward, walked behind the snowman, and leaned over to look at Sanzi.

The third son watched the snowman intently, his immature emerald pupils were full of innocence.

She raised her head, and the expression that she had only seen in the Central Plains not long ago appeared in her eyes again.

Like doubt, but also seems to be envious.

——Dad’s words, are they warm?

The little red-haired girl raised her head, her raised eyes just happened to fall on Zhongyuan Zhongye's position, as if asking questions, she looked at the red-haired boy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also tightened the corners of his lips, his voice could not reach the girl's ears.

But it doesn't matter, Gan will soon know.

The young third son blinked with a smile.

Standing on tiptoe, she stretched out her thin arms, and together with the boy with red hair standing beside her, she clumsily hugged the snowman into her arms.

"Hi, I'm Gan."