[Comprehensive] Mirror of Death and Life

It was dusk when I came out of the cemetery.There is a saying that dusk is the time when this world and the other world meet.Although I don't know if it's true or not, but looking at the half-sinking sun below the horizon and the mist gradually rising in the cemetery, I do have the same feeling.

An old lady with all white hair walked behind me and walked out of the main entrance of the cemetery. As I passed by, I heard her muttering how time passed so fast.Looking at it with a kaleidoscope, the vitality in her body is vigorous and exuberant, exuding a glimmer of light. According to the current amount, even if she lives for another 20 years, it will be no problem, and she will not look like a candle in the wind at all.When it reflected on her body, she walked vigorously and swiftly, and even another person who just walked into the cemetery was startled by the nanny's energetic appearance, stepped aside to make way, and muttered: "The old man is really old now. Incredible."

This man is carrying a scarecrow, exactly the same as the one I saw in a certain area of ​​the cemetery during the day, dressed in the clothes of a living person, but without a wig, it doesn't look so realistic.However, I saw a thin layer of yin power attached to the scarecrow, which was not as thick as Fu Jiang's corpse, but it was quite conspicuous.

It stands to reason that on inanimate objects, the forces of yin and yang should balance each other, and everything I have seen before is like this.

Even Katsuya Saeki's glasses, the energy on them is extremely strong but also balances yin and yang, there is no object that has only yin energy like the scarecrow in front of him.

And that thin layer of yin power, as the man walked into the cemetery, continued to grow under the surrounding mist.

When the man passed me carrying the scarecrow, I saw the eyes, nose, and mouth of the scarecrow's face were randomly drawn with a black marker. A few very simple strokes, just like a child's graffiti.

However, when the scarecrow passed by my body, I clearly saw the eyes drawn by the black paintbrush open like a living person, and the eyeballs moved a bit.

When I looked intently again, it returned to normal. The man who lowered his head and hurriedly walked with the scarecrow didn't notice anything unusual just now, he just wondered: "Why is the fog getting thicker and thicker?"

Watching his figure walk farther and farther along the foggy path of the cemetery until the whole person, including the scarecrows on his shoulders, were swallowed by the blood-red mist of the setting sun, I thought of the cemetery full of scarecrows.

The man should go there, right?From this point of view, what kind of ceremony should a scarecrow be inserted on the grave, each straw man can gather the power of yin, and what will it become in the end?

Without thinking about it any further, maintaining a kind of indifference that had nothing to do with me, I turned around and walked out of the gate of the cemetery.

Unexpectedly, just a few steps out of the house, and before I got to the road to call a taxi, a black off-road vehicle stopped in front of me.

The car door was opened, and two men in black suits with flowered shirts and gold necklaces came down and surrounded me. One of them said to me: "Captain Igarashi, please go over."

After being slightly taken aback, I obediently followed them into the car.

Looking at the scene of the street flying by outside the rolled up car window, I sneered: Before I went to settle accounts with him, he came to the door automatically.

Igarashi Chaota.

Ten years have passed, Igarashi Asata is much older than when I died.

He is wearing a formal men's kimono and kneeling on the tatami mat, his head bowed in thought. The light tubes on the ceiling illuminate his thinning hair.When I raised my head, I realized for the first time that the all-powerful old man had really aged a lot.

The ruthless man who once forced me to die, is now just a dying old man.

As long as I move a finger, he will die beyond death.

Igarashi Asata raised his head and stared at me, his old face was expressionless, like a sculpture: "What is your relationship with Igarashi mirror?"

I walked over and sat cross-legged in front of him casually—the old man's eyebrows twitched violently at my unrestrained behavior.

"Friendship, what can the old man want from me?" I put my hands on my knees and looked at him.

"..." Igarashi Chaota was silent for a while, "Is it really just a friend relationship? Try to get close to my grandson, and then go to worship Igarashi mirror, are you really just a friend relationship with him?"

Without waiting for my answer, he continued: "I know that child very well. He doesn't know many people, let alone friends who can suddenly appear to pay homage to him 11 years after his death. You want to use his name to do something. What?"

The more I listened, the more amusing it became, and finally I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This man, this old man, thinks highly of himself too much, doesn't he?

I use my own name to get close to his son and grandson?Deliberately?Find a way?

Hahahahaha who does he think he is?Does he think his organization can cover the underworld with one hand like it was 11 years ago?

Even if I don't know anything after death, I can understand from the TV news that the Igarashi group has been going downhill these years.

My death back then was the beginning, and the cause of death was also inseparable from the decline of the organization.

11 years ago, at the age of 16, I was sent to be executed by his nemesis, another Yakuza organization, as a scapegoat for Igarashi Asahi and his organization.

Igarashi Asata thought that this would calm the other party's anger and let the other party let him go.

However, now it seems that he is wishful thinking!

When I was still alive, the news of the fighting between the Igarashi Group and other organizations would definitely not be seen in the media. No, maybe other organizations would not dare to fight with it. It is a behemoth in the underworld, the uncrowned king!

It's no wonder that the rival organization at that time wanted to unite with other organizations to suppress Igarashi Asota at all costs, just because he was so big that he didn't give others half a way out.

No matter how powerful the Igarashi group is, they will only be defeated by half of the underworld organizations.

In order to get a chance to make a comeback, Igarashi Asota proposed to use one of his grandsons as an apology, so as to get the let go of other organizations.

When you don't need me, you abandon me like a shoe, when you need me, you tie me home, press my head and let people outside come and kill me.

These are my relatives from previous lives.

This is the grandfather who was once connected with my blood!

"Hahahaha Igarashi Chaota, who do you think you are, the emperor of the underworld?" I laughed out loud, the laughter broke the silence of the room, spread to the yard, and hung a cage in the corridor The little bird under it was so startled that it flew around in the cage.

A wake-up bamboo in the courtyard was filled with water, and when it turned, it knocked on the stone slab below with an empty sound.

Mr. Igarashi's face flushed red - he was so angry.

He tremblingly raised his hand and pointed to my nose: "You...you..."

Maybe I feel humiliated because of my laugh and that sarcasm.

I slowly stopped laughing, looked at him intently, and took out a hook jade from my pants pocket: "Do you know what this is?"

The old man glanced down indifferently at first, but when he saw the shape and color of the Gouyu clearly, his eyes almost jumped out: "This, this is, this is the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu! You are the one who stole it. The mysterious thief from the National Museum!"

He almost jumped up from the tatami, with a look of horror on his face: "Did you take it out to prove something, to prove your strength, or do you want to use this as an apology for humiliating the Igarashi team just now?"

"Old man." I interrupted him, "You think too much, I just show you what took your life away."

"what?!"

Igarashi Asata's face finally froze on a surprised and unhurried expression. He kept his shocked expression like this and turned into a mummy, and then fell straight backwards.

The organization members and bodyguards waiting outside heard strange voices and all rushed in.

They saw me standing there, and the mummy-like Igarashi Asata under my feet, and they all took out their weapons—————, several black holes pointed directly at me, and some gleaming knives.

Looking away from the blue sea wave pattern on Igarashi Asata's clothes, I looked at these people: "Just right, the energy to cross space is not enough."

After 10 minutes, I walked out of the Igarashi mansion.

The huge mansion is now completely silent, only the water filling in the yard still makes a regular empty sound.

This mansion is not the place where I was imprisoned for more than ten years in my previous life. It looks like an old building. Even the Jidao organization that is going to the end still has strong assets.

It's a pity that the Igarashi group will become history tonight.

I sighed, and I felt that I was hypocritical: "It's a pity."

On the one hand, I am lamenting the demise of the once-thriving Gokudo organization, and on the other hand, I am really regretful-even if I absorb the energy from Igarashi Chaota and those bodyguards, the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu is not full, and it is not enough Travel through space.

I used the red hook jade given to me by the little fox as a reference standard. It has strong chakra attached to it. When the energy in the eight-foot Qiong jade jade in my hand can reach that level, I should be able to go back.

How to fill in the remaining part?If you kill people, you need to kill too many people, and it is easy to alarm ZF, and it will be more troublesome at that time.

And the scarecrow in the cemetery?Well, it's a choice.

But until the last moment, I still don't want to go back. It doesn't feel good to start a killing spree in front of my own grave.

what can we do about it……

I was thinking about it as I walked, and I realized that I came to the street.

Because the place where Igarashi Chaota lived was very remote, there was a long distance between the surrounding adjacent buildings, and layers of flowers and trees were used to cover his own house to ensure privacy.

So I walked along the road for a while before I saw ordinary residential houses and streets.

Only now, these streets are all submerged in a thick fog.

The thick fog blocked the stars and the moon in the sky, further reducing visibility in the dark night.

Almost subconsciously, I opened the kaleidoscope and found that the mist was all composed of yin energy.

The yin energy, which glowed dimly and obscurely, flowed away from the sides of my body on the shoulders between my fingers like running water, and all the energy flowed in the same direction.

I really want to come here, there must be a gathering point at the end of the flow of these energies, and the energy there should be thick enough to make up for the remaining energy I need.

With the kaleidoscope on, I walked in the direction of the Yin energy flow.

The author has something to say: the Scarecrow, Tomie, and the characters that will appear next are all from Junji Ito, the teacher is a god!I admire Teacher Jun Er so much!