Why aren't people raising me

After the tsunami, the disaster does not subside.

After doing his best to rescue the victims floating in the water, Masaharu Nakahara released the ghost that was inconvenient to move under the scorching sun, and walked into the sun.

Volunteers were rowing the lifeboats, and Yaji followed them to an area with sparse water flow, where the wounded who were unable to move were piled up, and the father and mother were putting the last two people on the flat ground.

"Yazhi, I can't find any living people..." it said with self-blame, "There are too many, people will die if they are not careful."

"You've done a good job." Yazhi patted its arm,

Curse spirits to save mankind?Even now, it still makes people feel like they are dreaming. Masaharu Nakahara looked up at his mother's face, and the eyelashes that he brushed in the morning were already in a mess. His mimicry was getting more and more perfect, and his expression was similar to that of a human Not bad.

Yazhi hugged it, and the curse spirit laughed excitedly, covering Yazhi's back with his huge palm, "Mom, thank you very much, I couldn't save everyone... There are still many things that need our help , it's not time to relax."

Post-disaster treatment is the most critical.

Many people did not die in the tsunami, but died while waiting for beds.

Masaharu Nakahara wanted to help volunteers move the wounded. Many survivors who were not seriously ill joined the operation. Masaharu Nakahara wrapped countless protective cocoons with spider silk before the waves of the waves ended. At this time, he was a little exhausted, so he took a short rest for 2 minutes and mixed into the crowd.

The ground was full of sundries and mud, and the flying tree branches could easily cut the calf. Masaharu Nakahara tied his hair tightly and dragged a wounded man's shoulder with great effort.

The temporary treatment center is still being built, and the bed will be set up soon, Yazhi will drag him to the base.

The road was not easy. The wounded were gritting their teeth and enduring the pain, and thanked him from time to time. Masaharu Nakahara spoke to him, "Keep your strength, your injury is not serious."

"..." But the man didn't seem to think this was good news, and his spirit was listless.

Masaharu Nakahara immediately understood what he was worried about, "Hold on, your family may be waiting for you there."

The man's muddy and scratched face twitched, "I saw them submerged in water with my own eyes. I wanted to save them, but I couldn't find them. Maybe they already..."

This is the worst-case scenario, and people's pessimism is the first contradiction to explode after the disaster.Masaharu Nakahara dragged him another ten meters, and suddenly put a hand on his shoulder, "Masaharu."

Masaharu Nakahara turned around, and it was Kenji Hagiwara who looked very embarrassed.

Hagiwara Kenji looked at Masaharu and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was fine, "Let me come, you go over there to rest and take care of Jinpei."

Although Matsuda Jinpei's wound was not life-threatening, it was inevitable that he would have difficulty moving.

The strenuous work of moving the wounded is indeed not suitable for Masaharu. Masaharu Nakahara looked at the dispensary in the distance, and could faintly see that there was chaos and he was very busy, "Is the doctor here yet? How long is it?" ?”

"The earthquake and tsunami blocked traffic, and they are trying their best to come here." Hagiwara Kenji said solemnly and melancholy between his brows, "Now there are not enough professionals. I just inquired about the news that two pharmacies were flooded in Fengchuan County, one A clinic and a hospital, everyone has done their best."

Masaharu Nakahara frowned, entrusted the wounded to Hagiwara Kenji, and said eagerly, "I'll go help, be careful."

He raised his somewhat sore legs and ran over there, Darryl followed behind him, "If you think about it, I remember you are..."

Masaharu Nakahara rushed to the treatment center, scanned the numbers above people's heads, and ran to the most critical wounded first.

He walked through the narrow aisle, skimmed over the hospital beds piled up with all kinds of sundries, and the corner of his eyes was full of wounded and bloody victims. He took out the first aid supplies from the passing medical car, and then came to the Beside the unconscious wounded, he handled the wound swiftly with his hands and feet.

"I remember you were in the emergency room before." Darryl looked at him, "The guy who dreamed of being a doctor is now in use again."

Masaharu Nakahara didn't have time to pay attention to her. He observed the state of the injured, and his facial expression tended to be inorganic and cold, which made him look extremely reliable. After the most serious puncture wound on his leg was almost treated, he used scissors to Smoothly and quickly cut open the man's shirt, dealing with the scratch on the man's chest.

Flesh, bones, bloody scenes that ordinary people can't bear to see, but Masaharu Nakahara didn't change his face, and another lying wounded stared at him with wide eyes, suspecting that he was so critical that he had hallucinations.

"a child?"

A child picking seaweed out of a wound with tweezers? !

A child calmly holding a needle and thread to suture the gap? !

Masaharu Nakahara finished the first aid with concentration, turned around and did not dare to stop looking for the next person.

The eyes of the god of death let him see the time of death of human beings, and let him prioritize the treatment of human beings.

He applied medicine to a woman with a punctured eyeball, performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on a dying child, snatched an injection from a nurse and inserted it into an old man's blood vessel, and closed the eyes of a man who could not be snatched back from death.

People who are delirious and prevent collapse have no time to pay attention to whether the person who came to heal them is an adult. Even if someone asked, Masaharu Nakahara just put on a calm and trustworthy expression.

"Manano, my daughter's name is Mano, have you seen her?" The mother who was being treated weakly murmured, "I didn't catch her, she was washed away, is she still alive...?"

"Hello, can you help me find my brother, he looks very similar to me, wears glasses... Ah, maybe there are no glasses now, his name is..."

"My legs, can't I keep my legs?"

People were desperately looking for the only comfort after the disaster, Masaharu Nakahara replied one by one, "I will find it for you."

Sometimes, just a promise, a comforting word that can be called insignificant and unable to distinguish the true from the false, can become a heart booster that makes people willing to cherish hope.

Masaharu Nakahara has been spinning like this for more than an hour. When he got up, he almost fell dizzy and fell, but a strong hand supported him.

"Jaji, you need to rest."

It was the voice of Matsuda Jinpei,

Masaharu Nakahara glanced at him, his eyes subconsciously swept across his body, and then he was anxious, "You went to help?! Didn't you notice that your wound was open and bleeding?" He was incoherent with anger, "Are you dying! Do you know how many people died from their wounds deteriorating!"

Matsuda Jinpei hugged him.

Without too many words, he pressed Yazhi's head, telling him not to look at the tragedy around him for a while.

"I just wanted to ask you, aren't you tired? You're bleeding..."

Blood?

Nakahara Masaharu realized something was wrong with the moistness under his nose. He was so dirty now that he couldn't tell where the liquid came from. Now that he was reminded, Masaharu reached out and wiped it.

He has a nosebleed.

"It's a little ugly..."

Matsuda smoothed his back, "Enough, at least for now, don't think about anything."

Masaharu Nakahara hugged him tremblingly, the nerves that suddenly relaxed made his strong heart start to throb, everything that happened before his eyes stimulated his senses, he witnessed all the tragedies with his eyes open, "I thought I had already Became useful, I saved a lot of people, but not enough, not enough at all..."

Masaharu Nakahara said with a messy breath, "Did you know that someone just waved away the doctor's hand and cut his own throat with a scalpel!"

Because the man lost his wife, child, and mother, a disaster took away everything from him, and he gave up his life in despair.

And his actions seem to have inspired more people. It was Masaharu Nakahara who interrupted their self-destructive tendencies caused by the emotional vortex, "I found the zigzag! He is still alive!"

Those high-sounding motivational words that make people stick to it are useless. Only facts can raise people's hope.

"Many people have been placed in an orphanage, and those who are not injured are being transported to shelters in vehicles..."

So they are also anxiously waiting for their lost relatives.

But the patient committed suicide right in front of his eyes, which still made Masaharu feel useless towards himself. Osamu Dazai once said that his moral standards were too high, which was correct.

Matsuda Jinpei sighed, his eyes were bloodshot, "For him, maybe relief is the best. He is reunited with the person he loves in another world."

This statement made Yaji's body tremble.

He suddenly thought of the tiredness that dissipated in his arms, and himself who picked up the sun wheel knife and killed himself.

"I..." Masaharu Nakahara buried his face in Matsuda Jinpei's chest, "I'll just rest for two...one minute...and then I'm going to help them deliver the letter."

The only thing that can combat despair is news of lost relatives and friends.

But half a minute later, there were noisy voices outside, and Masaharu Nakahara went out to look, and found that it was a group of newly arrived wounded.

"The treatment center on the west side is full, you here..."

"No, we can't hold it anymore. There are not enough medicines and doctors. Even children with a little medical knowledge are used as manpower."

"what?"

"Yes, it's the child."

The interlocutor looked at Masaharu Nakahara, "It's already very hard for us to hold on here, and two people who couldn't wait for treatment were taken away just now... Really, I feel like I can't stay here any longer. hell."

In the hot summer and the humid seaside, wounds are most likely to be infected and inflamed. They have already foreseen a more difficult scene two days later-many people will die of diseases and injuries after escaping the tsunami.

They negotiated for a while, and Masaharu Nakahara asked them for a ride.

"You will pass by the Ito Orphanage, right? Can you give me a ride?"

He wrote down all the information about the people here. Some people wanted to find children, some wanted to find boyfriends, and some wanted to find companions. They entrusted Yazhi to run errands for them, and Yazhi agreed.

The driver was easy to talk to. Masaharu Nakahara climbed into the truck from behind and sat in the trough of the convertible. Matsuda Jinhei held the wound on his waist and waved to him, "Be careful, it's still not safe."

"Yeah." Masaharu Nakahara said in a low voice, "You too, you're an adult, you haven't learned how to take care of yourself yet, Brother Yan is much better than you."

Matsuda Jin pretended to be angry, "Stinky boy!"

Masaharu Nakahara is lucky.

The disaster didn't take anything away from him, Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji are fine.

Father and mother followed behind Masaharu like spirits, Nakahara Masaharu raised his eyes and looked at it tiredly, without saying anything.

Ten minutes later, Masaharu Nakahara arrived at the orphanage.

The scene in front of him made his heart rise to his throat,

--die.

Another death.

The numbers on these people's heads will be cleared to zero after half an hour. They don't look like survivors at all!

Nakahara Masaharu looked at the surrounding environment. The orphanage building is relatively old and leans against a small ridge. However, because the space is relatively large and the food is sufficient, many people settle here.

It's not safe here!

Putting all the tasks of finding someone and sending messages aside, Masaharu Nakahara began to shout at people, "Go! Get out of here!"

He quickly adjusted his tone to be steady and official, because yelling orders for no reason is not convincing, "The county magistrate just issued a notice saying that everyone is going to Central Park. He needs to count the number of people to confirm their identities. Everyone cooperate."

Masaharu Nakahara came in an official car, and it was not suspicious for a child to act as a messenger when everyone was busy. What's more, those who escaped from the disaster were already exhausted, and most of them would just follow instructions numbly.

They walked out of the orphanage intermittently. Masaharu Nakahara walked into the gate, looking for anyone missing. The father and mother flew to the second floor and separated from him. After turning around several empty rooms, Masaharu found the children's room and the baby room. , the three babies were rolling restlessly on the bed. The big and small children were crowded together. In order to make room for the refugees, the mother of the orphanage rushed to coax the two crying children. Yazhi went to help, and Going to make up a reason to get them out of here.

He had plenty of time, but suddenly, the house began to shake violently.

"Aftershock?!"

Masaharu Nakahara guessed in surprise, he lowered his body to protect the falling child with weak legs, his pupils stood up instantly.

After about three seconds, cracks appeared on the surface, and the entire building collapsed.

When the heavy objects above fell down, Masaharu Nakahara felt something strange, because he calculated from the law of numbers above people's heads that the so-called accident that could kill a large number of people should arrive in 10 to [-] minutes.

But now it's ahead of schedule.

If Masaharu Nakahara is not around, these people will definitely be buried alive.

The silver-white spider webs formed an unbreakable protective layer, appearing on the bottom of people's feet and the top of their heads respectively, forming a safe zone in the ruins.

Masaharu Nakahara raised one foot, and the soles of the feet were several intertwined like vines.

……What's this?Is there something like this growing in the ground?

The fireworks from lighters became the only light source in the dark. The older children in the orphanage picked up candles from the ruins. Masaharu Nakahara only had time to prop up an open space, but there were still gravels falling. The cries were trembling, and the young man who was tightly suppressed was trying to call for help.

"Help me, my leg, my leg is being suppressed by steel bars." His cheek was on the ground, and one hand was still tightly holding his wife's arm.

Nakahara Masaharu cut the steel bar into two pieces with a wave of his hand, and then lifted it up carefully, the oppressive feeling that made it difficult for the man to breathe in the air disappeared immediately, this force made him pale with fright, "You, you...?!"

"Come out, don't talk nonsense." Masaharu Nakahara grabbed his collar and pulled him out.

Masaharu Nakahara shouted again, "Everyone, come behind me."

It's just the ruins of a building, and Masaharu Nakahara can break through it, and his cutting wire flow can make this area have an explosive impact.

But suddenly, a child began to cry.

"Mom, mother of the scorpion, wake up..."

Masaharu Nakahara was stunned, he looked over with red eyes, and saw a child in the dark pushing hard against the mother of the orphanage, while the woman sat on the ground without any response, but still held two children in her arms. baby.

Masaharu Nakahara appeared in front of the scorpion in the blink of an eye, and there was a subtle, dead smell coming from the tip of his nose. His extraordinary eyesight made him see that the woman's chest had lost its ups and downs, and he couldn't see the trauma for the time being. It might be a sudden shock caused by shock. disease.

Masaharu Nakahara stuffed the baby into the arms of the child next to him, and immediately performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation and artificial respiration on the scorpion, but there was no effect.

"Call her name!" Nakahara Masaharu said sharply to the children sitting next to him, "Call her name, tell her how much you love her, you can't bear her!"

A person's death is not a sudden stop, but a process, that person will gradually lose the sense of touch, taste, smell and vision. No matter from which research, the last sense that a person loses is most likely hearing.

The child stared blankly, with tears on his cheeks, but still choked up and said, "Mom, wake up..."

His sobbing caused other children to burst into tears in the darkness. They lost their home instantly in the disaster, and they hugged each other tremblingly but found that they could not keep warm.

The cries spread out of sadness and despair, Nakahara Masaharu was grabbed by a child,

"Brother, save her, please, save her!"

The strongest desire can make people lose their dignity. The children kneel on the ground and don't know who to pray to. God, God will not answer them, so they have to ask for help from Masaharu Nakahara, who seems to be able to replace the god.

"I will save her." Nakahara Masaharu said hoarsely, "No matter what, I will not give up on her, so..."

Masaharu Nakahara looked at the pale scorpion, "You can't give up on yourself."

"Wake up... wake up!"

There was a broken rib in the palm of his hand, but Masaharu Nakahara did not stop, his face was full of anxiety, "Do you know how much these children like you and need you?"

"I know what orphans are most afraid of..."

As he said that, Masaharu Nakahara felt his eyes warm,

"These children are saved from starvation and cold because of you. If you die, what will they do? They will lose their mother!"

"..."

"Tazi, do you want to leave them?"

"They love you!"

"call--!"

There was a gasp that pierced the air.

The neck of the scorpion suddenly lifted, her eyes widened, and the date of death that had disappeared suddenly appeared above her head.

One of her hands gripped Yazhi's collar tightly in panic, as if struggling to return to the human world in the dark world, she grasped the only straw.

The sound of heartbeat reached Masaharu Nakahara's ears, and he showed genuine joy, "Well done!"

Before the words fell, the ground shook again, and the successive tortures made the children scream in panic. Masaharu Nakahara heard something collapsing, and he shook his hands to form a stronger spider web. It took a while for the vibration above his head to stop.

The air seemed to be thinner.

Masaharu Nakahara concentrated on his perception, and found that it was covered with earth and stones that were several meters thick.

The mountain... landslide!

No wonder, no wonder the survivors died around the same time.

Masaharu Nakahara pushed the top with his hands, but it didn't move at all.

He wanted to call his father and mother to find someone to help, but he heard a deafening bang.

Immediately afterwards, the loose mountain fragments were covered with a layer of blackened red light, and an indistinct roar came from the isolated outside world, which made Masaharu Nakahara's heart skip a beat.

"boom--!"

The piled rocks defied gravity and floated out of thin air, and the behemoths rose in the air, making human beings extremely small.It was a miracle, a sight of awe-inspiring horror.

The light penetrated to the ground, and the spider web built by the blood ghost technique burned into ashes. Masaharu Nakahara immediately hid in a blind spot where the light could not reach, and when the burn marks on the back of his hand healed, he lifted his ghost. He raised his head and looked up.

The ochre-haired boy with fluttering clothes was covered with a red light of supernatural power, and his cobalt blue eyes shone brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Yaji!"

"Zhongye!"

Nakahara Masaharu shouted in surprise, he stumbled and ran towards his brother, and Nakahara Nakahara jumped down without hesitation, and they ran towards each other like countless times before.

Suddenly, Masaharu Nakahara's expression froze,

Behind Nakaya, he saw a branch suddenly sprang out from the ground, stabbing at the innocent and confused victims as if possessing life and wisdom.

At that moment, Nakahara Masaharu didn't think about the consequences.

He was outraged, and deep down in his heart, he felt a déjà vu feeling of being stared at by some disgusting guy.

"Go away!"

Countless silk threads stretched out, cutting the branch into pieces. At the same time, Masaharu Nakahara felt the pain of burning every inch of his skin.

As if being burned by a raging fire, every nerve conveyed extreme pain, and part of his scalp was dug out, making Masaharu realize with horror that a piece of his skull might really have disappeared.

"Yaji!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared wide-eyed in astonishment. His combat experience allowed him to instinctively analyze why Masaharu changed—it was the sun, and the sun hurt Masaharu!

He opened his arms and threw Masaharu down, the two of them fell heavily to the ground, Chuya tried his best to block him with his body,

"Jaji, how are you?!"

Nakahara Masaharu was speechless,

He couldn't help but wanted to struggle and roll, and let out a painful cry of collapse, "Ah... ah!"

"Face, my face..."

Not only the skin on the face, Masaharu Nakahara shed a layer of skin all over his body, revealing his bloody inside.

His white hair fell around, and soon made a squeak, turning into gray smoke.

This scene frightened Nakahara Chuya quite a bit, he didn't dare to take his eyes off Masaharu, and because of this, he found that the burnt part of Masaharu's body that he blocked the sun from was slowly healing.

Chuya Nakahara picked up Masaharu and rushed to the dark place, rolling and crawling.

"It's okay, it's okay!" He said over and over again in a panic, "It will grow up soon, right, just like before, just like before..."

Even if Verlaine split it into ten or twenty yuan, Masaharu Nakahara could stand in front of him with the healthiest posture.

But this time seems to be different.

Central Plains also realized that

This time it was burning, and the burning part turned into black ashes, Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the wounds glowing with sparks,

Yazhi rolled on the ground in pain, his five sense organs were squeezed together, but he opened his eyes with difficulty after hearing Zhongye's trembling voice,

"...I'm fine."

Nakahara Masaharu touched his face, and Nakahara Nakahara supported him, curly ochre-colored hair hanging in front of Masaharu's eyes,

"It will grow well soon..."

Masaharu Nakahara did not forget to look in the direction where the branches appeared, "Where are those people, I just saw..."

"They were rescued." Zhong Yuan took his hand, "I will keep an eye on it, don't worry."

That cane is malice, the blatant malice of the enemy hiding in the dark.

Nakahara also half-supported himself, and hugged Masahar inside again, "The sun won't shine here, and the sun will go down soon, don't be afraid..."

Oni's self-healing ability is very strong, and Xia Xianwu's self-healing is even faster. Even if he was almost dying from being burned by the sun, Masaharu Nakahara recovered visibly with the naked eye.

With only a few wounds left, Zhongyuan Zhong also saw that his breathing had stabilized, and turned around to find the guy in the dark to settle the score.

But the moment he looked away a little, a ray of light shot straight at Masaharu.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

Masaharu Nakahara has never uttered such a miserable scream.

What's even more scalp-numbing is that the voice suddenly became hoarse, as abruptly as if the vocal cords had disappeared.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head abruptly, and a gunshot followed, and the sun's rays that were directly facing Yazhi disappeared completely, but the damage it caused could not be erased.

Masaharu Nakahara clutched his neck, but the hands that were obstacles had been corroded long ago, his neck and body were completely severed, and strangely, no blood flowed out.

"Ya, Yaji?!"

Nakahara also felt in a trance that his brain had stopped thinking, and then he was horrified to find that Masaharu Nakahara's body was disappearing from the fracture, obviously not being illuminated by the sun, but he couldn't stop it like sparks.

"Nakata, Nakata!" Nakahara Nakaya shouted, "Quickly use the power on Masaharu!"

A golden clock symbolizing time floated above Yazhi's body. His time was slowed down, and his body engulfed by the flames had room to breathe, but this was just an illusion.

"Don't...look..."

Masaharu Nakahara said slowly, with a voice with broken vocal cords.

"Don't look!!"

After the pain passed, he had an inexplicable and unchangeable premonition of death.

His neck is broken.

Together with shoulders and elbows, the last rays of the sun shone without a trace.

This kind of death is too terrifying, even in the middle of the night, I will have nightmares...

In addition to Masaharu's dissipating speed, his movements are controlled by time. Now even the opening and closing of his lips are more than ten times slower than usual.

Nakahara Chuya raised his hands but didn't dare to touch Masaharu, he was almost going crazy,

"Dazai, Dazai!!!"

This cry did not have the usual banter and anger, but was like looking for the last hope,

Nakata's supernatural ability did not affect Masaharu's thinking. He is now extremely sober, his eyes covered with veins and bloodshot eyes are staring at the direction of the sunlight - he is in a blind spot, should not be exposed to the sun, is it? Someone took something that reflected light, a mirror, or glass.

Who is it.

The existence that wanted to put him to death——

Nakahara Masaharu moved his eyes to Darryl, but the god of death didn't respond at all, even though he was watching the dying appearance of the contracted person,

"Darryl..." Yazhi called out,

He is begging for help.

Reflexively, I have fantasies about the god of death who has been with me the longest and has the strongest ability.

"If I die this time..."

"Your soul is split, Yazhi." Darryl's voice was ruthless, "There will be no fourth reincarnation, because your soul can't bear it, and I won't interfere with you, because the contract This one doesn't exist here."

"Isn't there..."

"There is no other possibility, after all, the human soul has limits."

Yazhi listened, and felt strangely: This is right, Darryl will definitely give this kind of answer.

The god of death has lived with him for three lifetimes, and Masaharu Nakahara understands her.

I couldn't hear Darryl's voice, but I could only hear Masaharu saying some inexplicable words, "I won't die, Masaharu, my brother will save you, and I will try my best to save you."

Yazhi turned his eyes in a daze, and then, tears welled up in his eyes,

"Brother..." Yazhi said, "Why didn't I become stronger..."

"You are already strong, Yazhi, look at these people, they survived because of you..."

"But why..." Masaharu Nakahara turned his gaze to Darryl in the air, "Why haven't I..."

Why haven't I atoned for my sins?

Why is there such a sudden death?

A revolving lantern appeared in front of Masaharu Nakahara.He once heard from his sister that before death, ghosts will see what they desire most in their hearts. If there is a soul waiting for you on the other side, then you can follow the closest people and leave in peace.

Such a death is painless.

But the revolving lantern could not soothe Yazhi's mood, on the contrary, it made him feel strongly unwilling,

Of course, he didn't want to go to the other side at all!

At least... not in such a failed posture as now.

The image of hell burning with raging fire appeared in front of his eyes. The first meeting between him and Darryl, the farewell to Lie, the lines of those conversations seemed to have happened yesterday, followed by the second life full of regrets, and died of depression In the third world, and in the beginning of the fourth world, those bright and gentle blue eyes in the snowy night.

Nakahara Masaharu cried helplessly, "I still have something to do, Chuya, I haven't fulfilled the agreement, such a death is meaningless!"

There is no point in such a death!

Masaharu Nakahara is only ten years old now!

Why, why is this happening every time!When he is getting stronger and stronger, when his wings are about to grow, let him stay where he is forever——

This made him feel relieved, how he left with peace of mind——!

"That's enough, don't talk about whether you are dead or not." Nakahara Nakaya held his face, "Dazai will be here soon, Nakata heard my voice, and he will come soon..."

The sound of a person falling to the ground came.

Nakahara Nakaya turned his head and saw Osamu Dazai jumping down from a high place without hesitation. He propped up his knees and got up in a hurry, but staggered after taking a step.

He should be injured, but Dazai Osamu's speed did not slow down. He slid towards Masaharu's side with dust all over his body, but his raised hand froze.

Masaharu Nakahara is dissipating.

He didn't use the "supernatural power" in an intact state. What should he do if he is disqualified in the world? If Osamu Dazai touched Masaharu, wouldn't Masaharu die on the spot? !

Obviously, Zhongyuan Zhong also realized this.

His expression was completely out of control, "How can I save you! Yazhi, how can I save you..."

"I don't know." A hallucinatory tear fell on Yazhi's eyelids, he paused, showing an extremely barren expression.

Masaharu Nakahara stared at Chuya quietly.

Strangely, Masaharu calmed down at a certain moment.

Because the facts are established, being forced to accept is an inevitable result.

He let his emotions out for only a short time, and there was no use in crying, no use in complaining, no use in asking for help.

What he felt sincerely at this time was guilt.

He shouldn't have disappeared in front of Chuya.

This is Yazhi's only thought at the moment,

Because he knew how much grief it was, to witness the death of a loved one while being helpless, and this kind of despair can overwhelm and destroy a strong person.

"Don't look at me... Chuya..."

The death of ghosts is true without leaving any traces.

However, Masaharu Nakahara did not remove the ghost, because once he turned back to a human, blood would spurt out, dyeing everything a terrible red.

Not good looking.

Masaharu Nakahara is more concerned about appearance.

"Father and mother... don't know where they went..."

Masaharu said slowly, only his torso was left, and half of his head was burnt, "Chuya, please comfort it, so that Wu and the others can pass on a message..."

"You don't want to have a tone of confession." Zhong Yuanzhong also said almost gnashing his teeth, "There will be a way, whether it is please don't die, or the reversal spell in your magic world, they can save you. you."

Chuya Nakahara took off his coat and picked up Masaharu, "I'll take you to find them..."

Having said that, Masaharu's body has dissipated to the point of being useless, half of his head is gone, leaving only one eye and pale lips.

"Because there's not enough time, I don't have time to say anything to you..."

Masaharu Nakahara wanted to pull out a smile, but the expression on half of his face might only be scary, so he gave up,

He also couldn't say a word of relief, because the hatred was engraved in his heart.

His calmness now... Could it be that his heart is dead?

"I have no future, Chuya..."

"The only thing that comforts me is that I am usually a frank guy. What I want to say, I have already told you all."

"Don't say that..." Zhong Yuan said with a choked voice, "Masaji, don't say such things... Do you want me to beg you?"

This death was too hasty, but it was so real that even Zhong Yuanzhong had to believe it,

His brain is receiving information mechanically, and his emotions have accumulated to the extreme that it is difficult to express.

How could this be?

He came to Fengchuan County to look for Yazhi, and he was told by Dazai that Yazhi was buried in the ground, so he moved the ruins of earth and rocks, and he met his brother.

It seems that all efforts have been emptied, and all rushing has come to an end.

Nakahara Masaharu knew he didn't have much time, he stared at Darryl, without reading any information from Death's eyes,

"Let me be self-willed for a while, as always."

"Because you love me the most, as much as I love you."

"and also,"

His voice was suddenly stained with determination.

"—Avenge me, brother."

This is the last sentence left by Nakahara Masaharu,

His body scattered without a trace, not even the dust fell, and truly disappeared into the world,

In the end, there were only tattered clothes left in Nakahara Chuya's arms.