please don't die

Lai also manipulated the shikigami to launch an attack, but found that something seemed wrong.

These ghosts seem to be heading in a fixed direction.For a moment, he couldn't tell where their destination was.After thinking about it, Asakura Rai also decided to go to the Asakura house first.

He was afraid that this would have something to do with King Ma Cang Ye.

A voice in his heart told him: Don't deny it, this will definitely have something to do with the master.

After arriving at Ma Cang Zhai, Lai knew that his judgment was wrong. There should have been a lot of ghosts along the way, but there were not many, and the center could not be Ma Cang Zhai.He observed carefully for a moment and found something was wrong.

The seat at the main entrance doesn't have any ghosts, it's too clean.Because they are clean, their whereabouts are also exposed.

That direction... is Sanjo Temple?

Without a moment's rest, Asakura Rai also rushed to the Sanjo Hall immediately. He was ready to be attacked, but there were no ghosts along the way, and it was as clean as the main entrance of Asakang House.Just like they were all slaughtered, only a thorough slaughter can make everything so quiet.

Naturally, Lai also wanted to understand whose masterpiece it was.

He avoided the other onmyojis, and as expected, there were big ghosts gathered in front of Sanjo Hall.

He couldn't see anyone, even if it was a spell proposed by his master before, it was only suitable for some special souls.

He remembered that this spell was still under study.Unexpectedly, it has been completed and put into actual combat.

There is only one person in Heian capital who can do this.

Ma Cang River.

His mistress seldom expresses her feelings on her own initiative, and the only situation that Ma Cang Lai can think of when she will go out is the order of King Ma Cang Ye.

"Master...is that you?"

Asakura Rai also didn't have the ability to get the truth of the matter, he only knew that there must be a sign that so many ghosts are out of control.

It is impossible for King Ma Cang Ye not to know.

Facing the ghost, if Jiang said that he was the one he was most familiar with, Pingan Jing was afraid that only King Ma Cang Ye would refute her.

Facing the evil spirit gathered by Tingzi's resentment, Jiang's expression was still the same as before, cold and lacking in ups and downs.

She didn't pay attention to Asakura Raiya who came here, she held the blade and slashed for the first time, using [-]% of her force.

No injuries.

Fifty percent.

Flesh wounds.

Eighty percent.

When the ghost was cut in half, it was about to throw the woman who had been beating people out.It didn't expect this person to move so fast, and it didn't even give it a chance to exert its strength.

The murderous aura that seemed to be real killed its resistance first.

Jiang fell to the ground and retracted the knife.

Lai also watched the big ghost disappear into the air, and his heart was certified.The only one in Heiankyo who can make this kind of knife wound is Asakange.

As the ghosts dissipated, snow began to fall from the sky, and Asakura Yoriya still couldn't determine Jiang's location.

Bai Xue covered up all signs of her existence and took away Stator's soul.The Santiao Temple looks very solemn in the white snow, and what coexists with the solemnity is its loneliness.The cries of the palace people gradually spread, and the sadness contained in them would soon affect the entire Heian capital.

The distribution of power began to change, and the emperor was about to completely become the puppet of Mr. Fujiwara.A hundred years later, everything changed again, the samurai family gained power, the general shogunate, and then, the troubled times and the warring states.

The millennium is but such a dream.

But now, there is only Luoxue.

Sting Zi's funeral was the last snowfall of the year. It wasn't unprecedented, but it was grand enough.

Jiang attended Tingzi's funeral.She wasn't close, just a seat near a corner, away from the crowd.Looking at the crowd in this direction, you can just see the children of Stator.

Tingzi only let Qing Shaonayan know about Jiang's existence, and this is to protect her children.The older girl was crying, the younger boy was not crying, he didn't even know what happened because he was too young to know that his mother had left.

For the rest of them, she only met the Emperor and Qing Shao Nayan.Those were the few two people who didn't cry.

Stator couldn't see this scene anymore.

Sting Zi probably doesn't know that her youngest daughter, like her, has a physique that can see.

Regardless of whether it is a blessing or a curse, that child may grow up to resemble Stator.

In the end, Jiang didn't even know what Sting Zi was planning.

She turned her gaze away from the crowd, but met a pair of pure black eyes.

Unlike what Jiang saw that year, something was missing in those eyes, and what was left was pure malice.

She didn't think much about it, it had nothing to do with her.Jiang followed the coffin all the way, and she didn't turn around until the coffin was buried in the ground.

On the way back to the macang house, she saw a new green tree.

The earth is already preparing to give birth to the next round of life.

Everything seems to have been woven, flowing in an unchangeable direction.Not long after Dingzi's burial, Qing Shao Nayan left Ping'an Jing, the newborn child was raised by others, the earth was revived again, dark green and frost, snow fell on the earth, time flies, but King Ma Cangye still did not come back.

The people in Yinyangliao may have already discovered what was wrong with King Ma Cangye, but they thought it was better, so they didn't investigate further, and there were a lot of little tricks that should have been done.Lai Xin is still unable to enter the Ma Cang House, and Lai Ye is growing up with Yugiri.

Jiang's narcolepsy became more and more serious. More than half of the day, she spent in blank dreams.In this way, one more season has passed since Sting Zi's death.

She picked up Jinjian and placed it on her lap.Close your eyes and listen to the sound of the night wind passing by your ears.It's almost summer, but the cicada hasn't escaped from the chrysalis, probably still struggling there, struggling for survival.The soft sound of the night wind rests on the rustling between the leaves. If you don't close your eyes and listen carefully, you won't hear the fine music at all.

These days she has been relying on this sound to fall asleep.

But today, there seems to be something different in this music.Something was shouting, as if announcing the arrival of something.The sounds that should have been messy were mixed into the movement, forming a wonderful balance.

That is, a ghost that shouldn't be here.

with returning friends.

Jiang's mind gradually became sober because of this strange sound. Behind her, the footsteps belonging to the old man did not need to identify the owner.

Only one will come.

The footsteps gradually became louder behind her, and finally stopped behind her.No progress was made, and no words were spoken.

"Maye, are you tired?"

That's the question that never changes.

This time it was different, there was more human warmth behind him, and Jiang heard a man's voice in his ears, not a shikigami, but a living person.At the same time, what Jiang smelled was an undeniable smell of blood.

"Exhausted physically and mentally."

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