The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Sanzi felt like he had a very long dream.

In the dream, she stood on the steps leading to the distance, the road ahead was the paradise on the other side covered with flowers and music, but looking down at her feet, she saw the Santu River of Hell dripping with blood, tears and wailing.

There is constant force pushing her behind, guiding her to go up, to push open the door that represents the kingdom of heaven.

"Come here, Gan, come back to me, be a part of me—"

There was a shadow standing at the end of the stairs, spreading his palms far away towards her.

dad?

……wrong.

The red-haired girl frowned, always feeling that she had forgotten something very important.

She instinctively resisted that figure, but another force extended from Sanzi's heart and turned into a thousand golden chains, wrapped around her neck and wrists, pulling her, forcing her to move towards the end Lean on.

"Come here, Gan--"

A step away, the third son saw that figure with strange blond hair, as if a crack had been knocked open on the white face without facial features, and slowly opened his lips.

wrong!Can't go there!

The third son suddenly opened his eyes wide and struggled vigorously.

She raised her hand to try to pull off the chain around her neck, but the golden chain suddenly stretched into a straight line, dragging Sanzi along, making buzzing vibrations and ringing sounds.

Just before she was about to be devoured, black and red stripes of supernatural powers flashed from the corner of her vision like flowing water.

A pair of black-gloved hands stretched out from behind, and ominous patterns of the same color wrapped around the bare arms.

The owner of those arms encircled the third son's body, and embraced the red-haired girl from behind into his arms.

The familiar temperature was attached to the back, and the figure behind him lowered his head, put his mouth next to the red-haired girl's ear, and softly uttered a sentence——

"You should wake up, third son."

……

…………

The third son opened his eyes and found that he had returned to the night when his adoptive mother died.

Thunder fell from the sky, and the torrential rain raged outside the window. The woman sitting in the quilt coughed loudly, her lungs were like a broken bellows, and she kept breathing hoarsely from her mouth.

"sweet--!"

The scrawny foster mother grabbed the young redhead girl.

Only the phalanx remained of the beautiful hands in the past, and the skeleton-like five fingers sank deeply into the girl's white and tender skin, pinching the third son's shoulders with pain

"Swear to me, Gan! Never try to bond with any human being, you should not have been born, you should not have lived in this world."

Your ability is destined to drag you into the abyss.

Once discovered by the world, you will become a prisoner in a bottle, a wishing cup in a box, that is the real hell!

No one is trustworthy, stay away from them.

"Remember, humans don't need to treat them differently. The emperor is no different from a pawn, and a warrior is no different from a commoner. They are just floating in the sky, a drop in the ocean, look at them, and then forget them, forever, forever—— Don't go near them!"

Rumbling--

A bright white light flashed outside the window, instantly illuminating the dilapidated thatched cottage like day.

The adoptive mother's stern face was reflected in the pupils of the third son, his expression was hoarse, like a ghost,

"Did you hear that, Gan!"

"Swear to me that my wish will come true—!"

The third son stared at the face in his memory for a long time, and a realization that did not match his age gradually appeared on his immature face.

——Yes, it turned out that this was the beginning of her [Vow Mantra].

A huge totem unfolded in the air, and in the night, the restraining power opened its eyes in the dark.

Following the flesh and blood of the caster, he turned his examining eyes to the red-haired girl kneeling beside the quilt.

He quietly waited for the opportunity, waited, and climbed up the girl's body like a thorn, rooting deep into her soul.

Just one moment.

Just a nod.

At that moment, the world seemed to stop flowing, and countless memories came to life in Sanzi's mind.

People who died on ghost flights, people who got revenge on cruise ships.

A person who keeps running towards space and aviation.

and also……

The person standing beside her, holding her hand tightly——

"grandmother."

The third son raised his right arm, put his young palm on the back of the hand covered with age spots, patted it comfortingly, then took it off his shoulder, wrapped it in his palm,

"Sorry grandma, I refuse."

The thorns that were about to fall from the top of the head stopped, barely stopping at the back of the red-haired girl, only a few millimeters away from the third son's hair.

"Gan?!" The adoptive mother was taken aback, sharp accusations suddenly rolled up in her dry eyes,

"Do you know what you're talking about? Gan! You have chosen a path that you must never walk on, it will kill you..."

"I know."

The young girl raised her head and met her adoptive mother's stern eyes without flinching.

The sharp light in the woman's pupils pierced the third son's face like needlepoints, causing a burst of burning pain.

However, the five-year-old child who has not yet grown up smiled, and the beautiful emerald pupils danced with light,

"I know."

"As you said, you are not afraid to speculate about human beings with vicious thoughts. No matter how long it takes, they may be as ignorant, greedy, and ignorant as the villagers in the village. However, if there is anything in this world that is as brilliant as the stars Light--"

There is nothing more than the soul and will of human beings.

"For the desire of protection, those small and ordinary creatures can always burst out with great power.

The red-haired girl stared at her adoptive mother, a black mace appeared beside her, and with a 'dang' sound, it sank heavily into the floor of the house.

The immature outline faded away, and the sharp horns representing the identity of the ghost race grew from the hair on her forehead.

The red-haired ghost officer looked at the woman, and on his grown face, a look similar to that of a black-haired ghost assistant officer gradually appeared.

The souls of the dead in this world weep behind her, and the judgment and guilt at that time are reflected in her eyes.

【Although I have no enmity or grievances with you, I will take you back after you die for the sins committed in the world, and you will be judged by the king of Hades and tortured in hell. 】(①)

The third son looked at his adoptive mother, his eyes softened suddenly, and a big smile appeared on his face,

"I am the third son of the first ghost envoy executive under the throne of Hell Yama, and I am here to send you home—"

"Don't worry grandma, I have found the way to go."

The adoptive mother suddenly opened her eyes wide, and the phantom of dying suddenly dissipated.

The thunder stopped roaring, and the wind and rain stopped whistling.

In the illusion, the world suddenly fell silent.

Kara -

With the sound of a crisp crack, the solid barrier of barriers was like a fragile mirror, and a gap suddenly cracked.

One, two.

Extending like a spider web, the next moment, inch, inch, broken, cracked!

The entangled [Vow Mantra] thorns shrieked and turned into ashes.

A ochre-haired figure stood on the edge of the illusion, casting gentle gazes at the red-haired girl.

The third son pulled out the mace stuck in the ground, and smiled at the blue-eyed Mafia,

"It's been a long time, Teacher Chuya!"

So you know it too.

Gravity made a gentle smile appear in the cobalt blue pupils.

He stretched out his hand to the red-haired ghost messenger. His slender fingers were wrapped in black gloves. His fingertips were naturally bent, and his palm was spread upwards, waiting for the girl to take the initiative to hold it.

"Come here, Sanzi, it's time to go back."

*****

In the present world, in the airship hall

All the changes happened in the blink of an eye.

When the paused time started to flow again, the blond Pope Clement, who had woken up, was horrified to find that the silver light spot of supernatural power that was pulling around him suddenly stopped for a moment as if the pause button was pressed——

In the next second, the madness escapes!

Not only those around him, but even the power that had already been integrated into the body continued to escape from the surface of the body like collapsing.

"Ahhh, my strength! My wish for all living beings!"

Clement's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stretched out his hand to catch the scattered light spots.

However, this time, these forces that did not belong to him were no longer under his restraint.

They lightly escape from the man's fingers, wandering around, looking for the real owner.

"What happened?! Impossible! This is impossible!" the blond man shouted with his face twisted.

"Nothing is impossible, Codman."

A familiar tone sounded in the hall.

"This voice is—!"

The blond man's eye sockets were cracked to the extreme, and ferocious love appeared on his distorted face for a moment.

He turned his head and slowly looked in the direction of the sound source——

"sweet."

Under Clement's steadfast gaze, a huge hour hand domain appeared out of thin air amidst the dazzling light.

The glorious weaving web unfolded like a curtain of sky in an instant, and a red-haired figure with a seven-year-old red-haired girl in his arms appeared in front of his eyes.

The dazed silver spot of light with supernatural powers stopped wandering.

Like flying birds returning to the forest, they jumped forward happily, rubbed the visitor's cheek affectionately, and then obediently returned to the red-haired girl's body.

It is Nakahara Chuya and his third son.

The blond man lowered his eyes gloomyly.

The defeated dog brought back the red-haired ghost messenger who should have disappeared, and once again stood in front of him.

"Yo, Codman."

The third son jumped from Nakahara Chuya's arms, and the moment he landed, a black mace appeared in the girl's hand.

On each of the thorns, there is a fierce and fierce light, reflecting the red-haired ghost, especially the kind smiling face,

"Thank you very much for your hospitality before, now, it's my turn?"

The blond man took a step back uncontrollably, the penetrating wound on his back, which had just healed, once again throbbed like nerves.

The next scene is enough to be called a real cruelty.

After all, it is a ghost messenger who has been immersed in the torture of hell for hundreds of years. Of course, he knows where the mace hits the most painful, and it can make life worse than death.

Not to mention, there is a PortMafia gravity user who is well versed in interrogation next to him, and he mentions it from time to time.

"Let you call Teacher Zhongye a loser!"

"Anyway, I know a little bit of etiquette in this world, so I should call my last name and add 'Sang' at the end!"

The powerful fist hit Clement's stomach, the man curled up in pain and bent down, vomiting a mouthful of gastric juice from his mouth.

The third son turned his head to avoid the spray of unknown liquid, grabbed the opponent's hair, and pressed it hard into the ground.

"And your eyes! It's really, really, really disgusting! What kind of idiot are you who likes little girls? You, pervert!"

The forehead of the blond man hit the hard wooden board of the airship, creating a cobweb crack.

Zhong Yuan, who was on the side, paused, as if he heard the sound of an arrow being shot in the knee of his own leader.

If you pay a little attention, you will find that every blow that the third son lands on Clement is a double return of what the other party once inflicted on her.

What did you say?

Don't offend the good-tempered ghost girl, she is very vengeful when she gets angry.

Clement gasped in pain, he struggled to prop up his bruised eyelids, and opened a crack, intending to repeat the same trick and drive the third son's soul gem.

However, the next moment, he was shocked to find that the expected result did not happen.

"Are you waiting for this?"

The voice of the ocher-haired mafia came from one side.

Clement turned his head to look, his green pupils suddenly narrowed——

His fragments as one of the hole cards are being held by Zhongyuan Zhongye at this moment.

At the same time, another emerald gem shimmered, tightly blocking the third son's soul fragments in the field of time, completely declaring it useless.

when……

A strong premonition of failure welled up in the blond man's heart.

He was stunned for a second, but soon, the man seemed to think of something, and the complacent madness appeared on his face again.

No, not lost!

He hasn't lost yet!

"Gan! So what if you break the wish spell! So what if you trap the soul fragments! As long as there are sentient beings, you will never be able to catch me hahahahaha!"

"Go up to the poor and fall to the underworld, as long as I am still a human being, you who claim to be rules will never—never be able to sanction me hahahahaha—!"

Clement grinned and looked at the third son mockingly, "Just wait! As long as I find another chance..."

"No, you have no chance."

The third son spoke, interrupting the blond man's wild laughter, "Ke Deman, the same trick is ineffective against hell."

"If you doubt it, why don't you give it a try? Can your proud [All Beings Sacrifice] still respond to you?"

Clement froze.

Sure enough, the unresponsive superpower finally made this arrogant man show a genuinely terrified expression, and even screamed uncontrollably,

"...What did you do! Gan!"

"Yeah, what did we do?"

The third son narrowed his eyes and asked back with a smile.

*******

There is a saying that the more afraid of death a person is, the more he will hide the real life-saving things in his lair.

In this whole plan, Clement's biggest mistake was to catch Yan Moai as a bait, and let the magician under him bring her back to the 'old nest'.

Overseas, in an underground experimental base

"Oh, this is really an incredible amount."

Looking at the sleeping children in the laboratory with a glance, he let out a sound of admiration.

Nearly a hundred missing children are stacked in the prison.

Like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, they were washed clean, put on white robes representing holiness, and locked in different fences in batches.

Next to each fence, there is a record board, which clearly specifies the whereabouts of these children.

Sales, human experimentation, collection, choir...

There are dozens of them.

It is enough to imagine how much profit and funds the blond pope has gained by relying on this.

It's no wonder that he can "preach" unimpededly in various countries, and some righteous officials should also take a lot of share.

"Miss, what should we do with this group of people, can we take them away together?"

Yimulian pinched the guard's neck and turned his head, looking at the hell girl wearing an old sailor suit beside him.

However, he found that his lady didn't pay attention to him at all, but instead stared at the child she found, thoughtfully.

The one-eyed youth repeated in doubt: "Miss?"

Yan Moai: "...No."

"Eh? What's wrong."

The quantity is wrong.

With that Ke Deman's ability, it is impossible to catch only this little child, there must be more hidden...

But where?

Yan Moai's blood-red pupils looked around, and at this moment, a murmur that seemed to be absent, blew past her ears like the sound of wind.

The black-haired girl immediately raised her head and followed the wind.

"Miss?"

Yimulian put down the unconscious guard and raised his heel.

They walked past the researchers straddling the ground, through corridors, and finally stopped in front of a white wall.

"There's something behind it."

Yan Moai spoke affirmatively, and gently pressed her palm against the wall.

As it turned out, the brunette girl's guess was correct.

As the wall was violently shattered, the true face hidden in this underground experimental base was truly revealed in front of Yan Moai and Yimulian.

"This is--?!"

The one-eyed youth opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

——Have you heard of batteries?

The scene in front of you is the same as the battery.

In the huge space with no end in sight, the dead children were inserted into the grooves of the suspended, huge transparent petri dish pool like batteries to be used.

The blue liquid flowed in the petri dish and was continuously pumped up. Driven by the golden supernatural power, it gathered into a larger supernatural pool.

【All living beings festival】

——At the cost of a certain group's voluntary sacrifice, in exchange for gaining the power to rewrite.

Yan Moai looked at the giant superpower pool in front of her, and her face turned cold.

"Found it, your source of strength."

The black-haired hell girl raised her hand, and the black flame of Huangquan burned in her hand, and the scorching temperature awakened the spirit of the child in the blue pool.

As if they had finally waited for this moment, they opened their eyes wide in surprise, and kept patting the barrier vessel with the spell on it with their hands. Blood and tears fell from the eyes of the black hole, and an innocent smile appeared on their faces.

"Go to hell, Ke Deman, Huangquan and EU have been waiting for you for a long time."

Yan Moai said softly, and her thin five fingers retracted suddenly with the opposite force.

The next moment, the scorching hell black flame fell straight towards the huge pool of supernatural powers like the fire from heaven!

boom--!

Violent vibrations sounded, and amidst the explosion smoke and dust, Yimulian saw that the huge petri dish shattered in an instant.

Countless dark children's wraiths swept out of it. They screamed, rushed out of the experimental base, and disappeared in the direction of the extreme east.

****

Japan, Tokyo

The third child in the airship seemed to have sensed something, she let go of Clement's head, took two steps back, and deliberately gave way to a space.

"you……"

The blond man was overjoyed, but before the pleasantly surprised smile burst from his face, a cold breath appeared behind him without warning, clinging to his back like a snake, crawling along the man's spine up.

Clement's smile froze.

He shifted his gaze inch by inch, and from the corner of his vision, he saw a small blue and white child's hand gently resting on his shoulder.

Extreme fear climbed into Clement's pupils.

At this moment, the man who could no longer escape lost all his demeanor and composure. He screamed with utter dismay, begging for help in the direction of the third son,

"Gan—! Save..."

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, a child's wraith had already climbed to the top of his head. He lowered his head and stared at the man with trembling pupils with empty eye sockets. He grinned and opened his mouth.

【We are here to find you, father~】

【Father Father Father Father Father Father Father Father Father Father——】

Amidst the tragic wailing, countless children's wraiths crawled in through the gaps in the windows of the airship.

Like a black ocean, it crawled in front of the blond man in an instant, from his eyes, ears, nostrils...

Drill into any hole and drown the man.

"Ahhh-!!!"

Clement stretched out his hand struggling.

The next moment, the skin exposed outside the clothes seemed to be sucked dry, aging and shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But for a moment, there was only a set of torn clothes left on the ground, nothing else.

【belch】

The children's resentful spirits burped contentedly, waved affectionately at the third son, and went to Huangquan.

Third son: "..."

"What's wrong?" Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that the red-haired girl showed a somewhat strange and complex expression.

"Well……"

The third son scratched his face, his expression was a little hard to describe, but he tried his best to explain,

"Mr. Zhongye, do you remember what I said, generally speaking, children, especially those who have been brainwashed at birth, are willing to give everything for their parents..."

Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"Well, so...well." The red-haired ghost messenger raised his head and blinked at Zhong Yuanzhong.

ha?

The ochre-haired mafia paused for a while, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and instantly understood.

He gasped with a 'hiss', and then showed an indescribable expression,

"Just now, if I heard correctly, those 'kids' are called that Ke Deman's 'father'?! In other words...they all belong to that guy?!"

The third son nodded: "Well, it's just what you think, Mr. Zhongye."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

How many children did that man give birth to...

The ocher-haired Mafia's scalp tingled, and he refused to think about it.

Just when the two people, one big and one small, were relatively speechless, immersed in the limits of human beings, the wish gem in Nakahara Chuya's hand flickered slightly, and disappeared into light foam as if completing the task.

The soul fragments that had lost their confinement floated in the palm of Chuya Nakahara, spinning in the air in confusion.

Then he turned slightly, and met the 'line of sight' with the third son.

Third son: "..."

Soul Gem: "...?O?!!!"

While staring wide-eyed, the third son jumped humanly when he saw this gem.

Then, like a kid after kindergarten, he sprinted into the red-haired girl's heart with a bang.

Returning to where it should have been, he sighed comfortably.

It was comfortable, but the owner of the soul took two steps back unsteadily, his face turned pale.

"Third son?!" Nakahara was also startled, and reached out to support the girl.

"...I'm fine, Chuya-sensei, I'm just not used to it..."

The red-haired girl shook her head, looked up at the red-haired boy, and was just about to explain.

However, when she raised her head and looked into those cobalt blue pupils——

puff.

Puff, puff.

The heartbeat suddenly beat wildly at an unprecedented speed.

That familiar feeling, after the return of the missing piece of 'Ghost Spirit', multiplied by a hundred times, rushed out like a raging tsunami, catching the third son by surprise.

The red-haired girl stared blankly at Chuya Nakahara, and heard her heart beating louder and louder.

The blood is screaming in the veins, and every time the heart beats, it is saying——

"Teacher Chuya!"

The third son suddenly grabbed the hand of the ochre-haired boy with all his strength, showing the eyes of a soldier who looked at death as if he were at home, and said loudly in a breath of obedience,

"Teacher Chuya! I like——"

tear-

A sound like cloth being torn suddenly sounded.

Um?what's the situation?

The third son was taken aback for a moment, followed the voice and lowered his head strangely, the next moment, his eyes widened in horror.

The integrity of the soul makes the potion of simulating children expire in advance.

Under Nakahara Zhongye's astonished gaze, the seven-year-old red-haired girl grew faster than she could react!

The shoulder-length red hair grew to the waist in the blink of an eye, the short limbs elongated, and the slender waist stretched accordingly.

As the third son continued to grow up and regained his 16-year-old appearance, the child's dress on the girl's body finally couldn't hold it and "teared"——

Split from the back.

The button on the chest also seemed to have reached its limit, and it bounced on Zhongya Zhongya's face with a 'boom'.

A large piece of white skin was exposed, and the small dress was completely scrapped.

Third son: "..."

Third son: "..."

The red-haired girl tremblingly covered her chest, her face was so red that she could bleed, she was only a second away from suffocation.