[Comprehensive] Why am I not dead yet?

Someone sighed painfully at her.

I beg you.

Even if it's just for a moment, just smile.

Expensive jewelry, rare and famous knives, gorgeous clothes, all for you.

As long as she is willing to smile, it doesn't matter if she surrenders the world.

...but why, with so many things in exchange, you still don't want to laugh.

Even if it's just a false expression, why are your feelings so stingy.

So... destroy it.

Rather destroy you than let someone else take you away.

"Hey, do you know? That legend that has been circulating in Kyoto for decades."

"Legend, which one are you referring to?"

"That's it! She was originally a lonely shrine maiden, but she was favored by the demon king Oda Nobunaga because of her peerless beauty, but in the end she was not allowed to be burned to death by the demon king and the shrine because of the demon king's request. Ji's witch... I heard that after the death of the witch, her soul fell into a frenzy of anger, and she turned into a ghost to demand her life, such a legend—"

It is said that after she died, she was not allowed to be reborn because of the obsession of the demon king and the demons who admired her, and she was finally trapped in the world and became a terrible demon that cannibalized people.

Many crimes have been committed.

It's so pitiful that the holy priestess has become a troublesome demon.

—What a pity.

That's what most people say when they talk about that shrine maiden.

Some are sincere regrets, while others are sighs with unknown meanings.

However, is the existence of this person a legend that people fantasize about, or is it a real existence that is concealed by the appearance of an illusory story?

To this, someone gave a straightforward answer: "Oh, oh, of course it's fake."

The young onmyoji, the head of the Huakaiyuan family, raised the wine cup in his hand with a smile, and joked with his elder brother in his usual casual tone: "Such unreliable legends are actually taken seriously, they are obviously Yin-Yang Master, but brother, you can always exceed my expectations."

Huakaiyuan raised her voice in embarrassment and anger: "Xiuyuan!"

When Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan saw his elder brother showing such an expression, he would always laugh again.

The protagonists in the story have been dead for such a long time, what is the real truth of the legend, so what if we know it?

After seeing off her elder brother, Xiuyuan's eyes fell on Fu Sangshen who was kneeling upright in the dark corner of the room.

"Your Excellency heard everything? What my brother said just now."

He shook the wine cup in his hand and smiled inexplicably: "Although you and I both know that it was not the witch who committed the murder, people who have heard the legend don't think so... Tsk, such a heavy karma, even if Even that 'Lian Ji' would find it troublesome."

Fu Sangshen with vine-colored eyes finally raised his head. A tassel exuding pure spiritual power hung from the handle of the knife on his waist. It was the function of this tassel that the previous Huakaiyuan was the light that did not notice his existence. .

"...In that story, there are actually many mistakes."

Dao Fusangshen named "Pressing Hasebe" spoke.

What he was talking about was not something that Onmyoji cared about, but another past event that seemed temporarily irrelevant to the present.

Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan put down the wine cup in his hand, ready to listen to the story told by Fu Sangshen with great interest.

The encounter between the devil and the witch was actually caused by a secret raid by a demon at night, which caused the devil to become unconscious.

At that time, the attendants and retainers tried their best to not wake him up. In desperation, these retainers had no choice but to take the comatose lord to seek help from a powerful witch who was said to be powerful but never seen anyone living in seclusion nearby.

Out of the compassionate heart of the clergyman, although the woman has always had the rule of not seeing outsiders, she still agreed to rescue her under the entreaties of her entourage.

"...However, after that man opened his eyes, he became hopelessly infatuated with the witch who saved his life, and was looking forward to seeing the same emotion as himself in the eyes of the witch; He bought expensive jewelry, gorgeous clothes, and even the favor from the devil king that the world's women most desire... But the witch just returned the original coefficients of these things, and never saw him in person again."

Fu Sangshen narrated the unknown past in a calm voice.

"Later, the demon king, who was in desperate love, remembered another thing: when he was still in the shrine, there was a Fusangshen who served beside the shrine maiden. Fusangshen—the prototype is the only Taidao in the life of the swordsmith Awataguchi Yoshimitsu, and it is also the only one he has known since the encounter between the Demon King and the Miko that can make her show a little soft expression."

Fu Sangshen twitched the corners of his mouth when he said this, three parts cold, seven parts mocking.

"So the demon king who was about to leave stood under the cliff, and suddenly pulled out his saber at that time and swung it vigorously towards the hard stone wall, thinking, if he used the hope that she would help repair the damaged sword as an excuse to meet, maybe It can be successful."

Fu Sangshen spoke in a calm tone, telling the story of the past in a nonchalant manner with hidden hatred.

When the blade touches the stone wall strengthened by spiritual power, an irreparable collapse and crack will inevitably occur. For the sword spirit, it is like a human being forcibly shattered by external force. Most of the bones and muscles are broken. To him, The terrible pain of incomparable despair that I felt at that time was beyond anyone's imagination.

"...I even gave the name, but just because of an unreasonable guess, I can destroy my saber to test my guess... My former master is such a person."

Fu Sangshen's expression was very flat.

But the Demon King guessed right, the witch did have a special kind of tolerance and pity for the sword.

Using this knife that was about to break, he finally saw her for a second time.

Seeing the knife, the witch frowned rarely, and a pitiful and helpless expression appeared on her indifferent face.

"It was destroyed like this... I don't know why, but please don't do it again—leave this knife with me."

The saber that was almost destroyed was left by the Miko's side and she repaired it herself, and the Demon King also got a good reason to start frequenting her secluded shrine.

Originally, the wish came true, and the witch made frequent exceptions for him, and the Demon King should have been satisfied.

But not enough, far from enough—

That woman is a dazzling existence that makes even the sun feel ashamed.

Even the thought of actually owning her was unforgivably arrogant.

"...But the Demon King actually had the idea of ​​wanting to get her completely."

Fu Sangshen flattened the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were cold: "—this is not only something that the existences who serve the priestess cannot bear, but also angered some guys who have been secretly admiring her."

When Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan heard this, he couldn't help suppressing his breathing.

"First, the fox demon who had been protected by her for hundreds of years was burned out of reason by jealousy, and then led all the ghosts to snatch the witch, and a believer who had been taught by the witch for many years fell into despair and anger because she suddenly lost her love. In the novel, she followed in the footsteps of the fox demon in an attempt to recapture her beloved Miko, for which she abandoned her human body and transformed into an ugly snake maiden unconsciously.

"Didn't you say you would stay with me for life after life?" said the snake girl.

The witch just replied, "I'm sorry, Kiyohime. '

At this point, the snake girl who felt betrayed and deceived finally chose to tie her beloved to the cherry blossom tree with her demonized snake tail, and then burned herself and her to death with flames.

The demon fox who witnessed the witch being burned to death lost his mind. It exhausted its demon power, bound the witch's soul and forced her to stay in the world, and now, in order to prolong its unsatisfied greedy obsession, it is trying every means to accumulate crazily from the outside world. With a lot of demon power, so that she can stay in the world for a longer time. "

Onmyoji's other hand hanging by his side squeezed the handle of the fan tightly, his eyes thoughtful: "So..."

"So? No, I didn't say anything."

Token Fusuke named Yaki Hasebe stood up calmly, and reached out to catch a flower that drifted down in the night wind: "I just came here to pick a blooming cherry blossom... after all, in her current In the courtyard where I lived, there was only a piece of dead wood left after being burned by the fire."

"There are a lot of cherry blossoms here." Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan stood up, pointing to the blooming cherry blossoms in the yard, the curve of her lips was more respectful than gentle. "Please do whatever you want, it's really sad that you can't even see cherry blossoms in this season."

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"—It's a pity that I can't enjoy cherry blossoms at this time of year."

Such a softly sighing young man was dressed in a gorgeous black safari suit, and his long aqua-blue hair looked extremely soft. When he lowered his head, a few strands of hair on his shoulders gently slipped down, and it happened to be hanging on his shoulders. The cheek of the woman who was resting on his lap caused her to unconsciously raise her hand and flick it in her deep sleep.

He took her hand and brushed the hair from her cheek with the other.

Under such actions, the woman who had always been in a light sleep did not wake up.

...It's really rare, is it a dream?He put his hands over her tightly closed eyes, and within a short time, he felt her eyelashes tremble slightly. When he opened his eyes, the long eyelashes slid across the palm of his hand, causing a slight twitch. itching.

Yiqi moved his hand away as if nothing had happened, and lowered his head to meet the woman's eyes that were still somewhat dazed and sleepy.

"You slept for a long time this time, Lord Lian Ji."

He watched her get up from her legs with her arms propped up, her light golden soft long hair was scattered on her thin back, like the sunshine that had stagnated in the world and never passed away.

"……what."

"Are you tired?"

The man's voice was full of worry.

"It's nothing...just a dream."

Lian Su, who is now temporarily aliased as Lian Ji, shook her head slightly, and stretched out her wide sleeves to cover her back: "There is a strong evil spirit in the yard, I'd better accompany you back to the house." have a rest."

Lian Su's hand was gently placed on Yiqi Yizhen's arm in front of her, and she stood up with strength.

"Lord Lian Ji?" The blue-haired young man was worried because of his master's unusually tired appearance, and couldn't help but hold her wrist.

"...Nothing, it's just that this body is not suitable for staying for a long time in a place full of evil spirits, and it's a bit difficult to move now."

She explained a few words casually, but the worry on Yiqi Yizhen's face didn't seem to subside at all.

Yiqi Yizhen helped Lian Su leave the courtyard, and under a dead tree not far away, a luxuriously dressed woman was waiting there anxiously.

"Ah, it's Lord Yuyihu."

Lian Su stood up straight, with a brisk arc on the corner of her mouth, her voice was soft and tender, full of affection and tenderness.

"Good evening, ma'am...Aren't you going to let me die today?"