[Comprehensive] Dark Honmaru Whitening Daily

Not far away is a noisy crowd, gathered together, next to the small tennis court in this park, cheering for the two teams that are fighting.

Lu Qiaoqiao was sitting next to the crowd under the shade of a tree, looking at them blankly.

Judging from the uniforms on them, these are students, about the same age as her, and should be students from a nearby school.It was evening at this time, and the sunset light rendered the clouds into a magnificent glow, sank to the earth, and gently covered every grass and tree with a reddish veil.

Lu Qiaoqiao lowered her head and looked at her palm. The sunset light penetrated her palm. She moved her fingers and clenched her fist, but the knuckles fell into her palm comically.

"Eh..."

The girl murmured softly, she slowly let go of her fingers, watching her palm fluttering like mist, showing a translucent texture under the light, talking to herself:

"Is this... how it feels to be a ghost? Um... I should be a ghost, right?"

Her last memory was being pierced through the heart by Ma Cang Ye Wang... Although Lu Qiaoqiao had trekked through the realm of life and death several times, was on the verge of death several times, and survived tenaciously.

But this time even the heart was pierced, no matter how you look at it, you can't live, right?

But when she opened her eyes again, she came to this place... a corner like a park in the present world, surrounded by ordinary people, enjoying a peaceful life.

And she looks like a 'ghost', her body is translucent and there is no shadow.

She tried talking to others, but no one seemed to be able to see or hear her.

The crowd burst into applause in the distance, and the vitality of life shook the space. The late-returning birds circled in mid-air, chirping in response. Farther away, there was the sound of vehicles passing by.

Countless pieces of information rushed to her in front of her, telling the huge concept of 'this world'.

Lu Qiaoqiao raised her head blankly and looked at the crowd in the distance.

She didn't know anyone here, and this place wasn't her homeland.According to the legend, after a person dies, won't he return to a familiar place?

So, why is she here?

The girl lowered her eyes, and a crisp 'jingle bell', like a brisk breeze, slid past her ears.

"..."

Lu Qiaoqiao turned her palm sideways and held the four fingers of her right hand. The bell tied to her little finger appeared in her line of sight wobbly.

'Dingling', 'dingling'...

The ringtone was crisp and cheerful, swaying with the movements of the girl's fingers.

"So... how did you get here?"

That's right, after becoming like this (dead), Lu Qiaoqiao discovered that there was a string of bells of unknown origin on the little finger of her right hand...

The bell is tied with a thread and tied to the base of her little finger. It is exquisite and small, less than half of her fingernail, but the sound is clear and melodious...

The issue is!Lu Qiaoqiao had no idea how it got here?

But this ringtone made her feel familiar.

It was as if she had heard it several times in a dream.

It was as if someone had told her over and over again in her ear: 'Remember this voice and follow it'.

Loud shouts came from the court, as if the victory and defeat had come to an end for the time being. Laughter, shouts, and celebrations, amidst the noise of the crowd, Lu Qiaoqiao slowly let go of her hand.

Anyway...it doesn't matter how the bell came about.

She's all dead.

death.

Both ends.

Everything in life suddenly turned into a light phantom.A bell of unknown origin, even if the source is found out, what use is it?

The evening light turned dark red, and the ground seemed to be smeared with blood. Lu Qiaoqiao lowered her head and stared at her hands. Slowly, her head became lower and lower. Finally, the girl curled up and buried her face in the in the palm of your hand.

Can the soul cry?She has already lost her physical body, so there are no tears, so what is it that is pouring out of her eye sockets now.

"Woo... woo woo."

Covering her face, she heard an uncontrollable sob from her mouth.

My mind was in a mess, and familiar faces kept appearing.

father, mother...

Teachers in this world, classmates at school;

Lord Shenyu, Senior Kun, colleagues I know in the Regent Department...

And - the sword pays the mourning gods.

Every time one appeared, the turbulent emotions became even higher, as if it was about to burst her heart.

"Hey."

A voice came.

Lu Qiaoqiao stopped crying, and through her fingers, she saw a pair of feet stop in front of her.Then someone asked her:

"Why are you crying here?"

Are you... talking to her?

She opened her eyes wide and raised her head slowly. In the backlight, there was a person standing in front of her.

The sunset light filled the silhouette of the person who came, creating a strange brilliance, so that Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't see clearly the face of this person for a while.Trance is a young woman, and it seems to be a child.

Until the person came and said in a stunned tone: "Oh, it turned out to be you."

The brilliance covering the visitor's body was shattered in the blink of an eye, and the light and shadow settled down. Only then did Lu Qiaoqiao see clearly - it was an old man, with his hands behind his back and his back slightly hunched, standing in front of her, gazing at her peacefully.

"Old... Granny," Lu Qiaoqiao was surprised, "Are you... talking to me?"

"Ah."

The old woman nodded slightly, she looked down at Lu Qiaoqiao, those eyes made Lu Qiaoqiao feel very familiar.

"You."

She sighed and asked Lu Qiaoqiao, "It's already this time, why are you crying here?"

……

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The shrine in the deep mountains is like a collapsed building block. Starting from the vestibule, a crack rushed to the main body of the shrine and cut the building in two.

The broken wood scattered all over the ground ignited fires one after another, and the smoke and mist mixed together, interweaving into a scene like an illusion.

In this mess, a young man in a cloak stood barefoot.A pool of bright red blood stained his chest.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, or there was no smile at all, just a habitual expression that seemed to be pretending, his eyes calmly looked straight ahead, then, as if he had noticed something, he tilted his head slightly, and cast it from a distance glance--

"Well, poof!"

On the treetops in the distance, Asakura Qianjiu felt a pain in his eyes. He released the spell on the bird to spy, but was mercilessly counterattacked. Blood dripped from the eyes of the middle-aged man immediately. He gritted his teeth, sucked in a breath of coldness, and without any hesitation, immediately fell from the top of the tree, rolled on the ground, and then looked at the branch he used to stand on just now, under the force of the recoil of the spell, it fell like powder go.

"It hurts..."

The middle-aged man covered his eyes: "I was discovered... this is too sharp."

The man let go of his hand, sweat mixed with blood dripped down his cheeks, he panted lightly, and the grass clippings and dust on his body also fell in a rustle - this embarrassing appearance is not a surgical technique The result is that since he saw the flames igniting from Cong Kun's residence in the morning, he has been chasing frantically, trailing behind King Ma Cang Ye all the way, exhausted too much and showing fatigue.

"Are you all right?"

There was a sound, followed by the sound of clogs hitting the ground.

Ma Cang turned his head for a long time, and saw an unusually gorgeous umbrella slowly unfolding, hanging above his head, covering the already thin light to almost nothing.

And the person holding the umbrella is a young man who looks very...strange.

The man looked to be in his twenties, wearing an extremely gorgeous kimono with patterns like extremely gorgeous moths, and gorgeous makeup on his face. The makeup on the corners of his lips curled up, solidifying into an unchanging smile.

The most eye-catching thing is the medicine box behind his back, which is huge and covered with patterns on the surface.

Or - runes.

He walked towards the hemp warehouse for a long time, while walking, the sound of jingling bells could be heard continuously, until he stopped, the bell hanging at the end of the umbrella handle was still vibrating slightly, making a crisp sound——

'Ding~'

Ma Cang Qianjiu's expression became solemn for a moment, but soon he acted nonchalantly: "It's true that I suffered a little injury, but it's not a big problem, so I won't bother you."

The middle-aged man stood up, his eyes dimly circled around the bell under the umbrella handle, and then moved away calmly.

In the morning, after seeing Kun's house burning, he wanted to rush over to investigate.

Then he was stopped by the roadside by this strangely dressed man who claimed to be 'just a drug seller'.

However, it was precisely because of this man that he was able to locate King Ma Cangye so quickly.

However, what he saw just now... was not a good situation.

The middle-aged man put the mask on his face, and quietly revealed a wry smile: "What should I do now, it will become like this..."

"Mr. Onmyoji, what's wrong?" The man carrying the medicine box asked calmly, "Have you seen the situation of that young lady clearly?"

"I said you are a drug seller," Asakura Qianjiu raised his hair, "why do you care so much about that child?"

"You are very strange." He said bluntly, "You don't look like a human being, and of course you don't look like a monster... It seems like you know everything, but you always say something vague... Hey!"

A scale-like thing flew over slowly, as if it wanted to open the way for someone, and floated all the way to the high place of the rock.

Then the man who claimed to be a "medicine seller" raised one foot, tested the hardness of the mountain rock with clogs, and then jumped with all his strength—like a light smoke, he flew to a high place, heading for the shrine. look away.

"Don't mess around."

Ma Cang Ganjiu hastily followed, and the middle-aged man said annoyedly, "We will be discovered."

"Mr. Onmyoji, look."

Ma Cang looked up for a long time, but suddenly lost his voice.

He didn't use spells, but in fact he didn't need any spells—it was a vision that could be seen with the naked eye.

——The shrine on the top of the mountain billowed with black smoke.

Rather than saying that these are black smoke, it is better to say that it is the monster energy that has condensed into a solid body.Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, in the blink of an eye, the sky has been covered!

And what exudes this astonishing evil spirit is precisely——

On the third day, Yuezong is approaching.

"The five swords in the world?!" Ma Cang held the spell for a long time, and what he saw with his spiritual eyes made him make a surprised voice, "This is..."

"Demonized."

The man who claimed to be a drug seller spoke at an extremely annoying speed that Ma Cang Qianjiu heard, and said in a calm and unhurried manner: "Although it was originally a sword Fusangshen that was closer to a monster, but now it has completely transformed into a monster." gone."

The black smoke billowed into the forest in an instant, and Ma Cang Ganjiu had no choice but to release the barrier to envelop the two of them.

"It's such an astonishing miasma... It's almost like the birth of a demon. I can't tell who is more terrifying, the sword Fusangshen or the king of Ma Cangye."

"After all, it is Sanri Yuezong near."

The medicine seller leaned the handle of the umbrella on his shoulder: "The famous sword that has been around for more than a thousand years, when he fell in the dark, the evil spirit that exuded once covered the sky and turned Heianjing into a city of ghosts."

"Is that so? Uh, eh!"

Ma Cang Qianjiu suddenly turned his head: "Ping An Jing?"

"Hey, drug seller," he was a little surprised, "what do you know?"

"It's just that I just witnessed it with my own eyes. You don't have to be so surprised."

Before Ma Cang Ganjiu could chew on the meaningful "witnessed" in detail, he said again: "Since the Sanriyue Temple has become a demon, it means that the contract that has been restricting him and restricting him is no longer there."

He gave a long sigh: "It seems that the child... is really dead."

Asakura Ganjiu was exceptionally sharp this time: "What?"

He stood up abruptly, trying to look towards the shrine that was completely enveloped in black miasma: "Dead, dead?"

As soon as the words fell, the black air permeating the entire mountain suddenly gathered like a whirlpool.

The strong wind was blowing, and Ma Cang Ganjiu had to squat down and grab the rock with all his strength to maintain his balance.He poked his head out, and saw that the black air that had enveloped the shrine had all gathered in one place.

Gather to the edge of the legendary Yizheng, Sanriyue Zongjin, the most beautiful of the five swords in the world.

This Fusangshen, Asakura Qianjiu had briefly seen in the moonlight and candlelight, his perfect face and eternal elegant demeanor left a deep impression on him, and now, this Fusangshen , completely without the shadow of the past.

His long hair was completely dyed black, as if he had lost all vitality, and there were two pairs of ghost-like sharp horns protruding from his forehead. The most terrifying thing should be his face. I feel terrified...

"Mr. Onmyoji, look."

The middle-aged man suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that he was sweating unknowingly, he let out a breath: "That's it?"

Then completely froze in place.

Following the direction of the drug seller's fingers, Asakura Qianjiu saw a pair of feet.

To be precise, he saw it first - the two Fusangshen were guarding him, and he couldn't see clearly for a while.

When he looked again, this time, he saw Lu Qiaoqiao's face.

The girl's eyes were closed tightly, and even with the unclear sight obtained by borrowing the technique for a while, she could clearly see the huge blood hole in her chest.

That's where the heart is critical...

The middle-aged man suddenly collapsed to the ground.I didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, he took off his mask and sighed softly: "...that child is really dead. It seems that my father's divination sometimes made mistakes."

"Really... How many times is this the one that I saw destroyed by King Ma Cang Ye with my own eyes?"

"That demon."

"Mr. Onmyoji, what are you going to do?"

Asakang Ganjiu put on the mask: "I can't bear the title of Onmyoji. As for what I want to do, it's very simple...I'm also one of the murderers who killed that child. Really, I knew it would be true." With such an ending, I will definitely not hand over the oracle calling device to her."

"I have to atone."

The middle-aged man said calmly: "Even if there is no way to kill that demon for her, at least do something, let her sword make the gods escape."

"Aren't you going to save her?"

"Are you kidding?" Ma Cang Ganjiu sighed softly, "I'm a psychic, that child... has no breath."

"That's true. But maybe there will be a turn."

The drug seller stretched out his hand and lightly rang the bell attached to the handle of the umbrella: "If you don't try it, you might regret it...huh?"

Halfway through the speech, he let out a slightly surprised light.

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The setting sun is everywhere, the red sun is crumbling in the sky, and the coldness of the night has quietly struck along with the shadows.

Lu Qiaoqiao put down her hands, her expression still a bit astonished: "What... are you talking about?"

In front of her, the white-haired old man calmly said again: "Why are you crying here?"

"Can you see me?"

"You just sit here and there's nothing you can't see."

Lu Qiaoqiao was embarrassed for a moment.

She must be dead... her body has become transparent!Duo Duo is a ghost, then this old man...

"Grandma," she asked, "are you... an onmyoji?"

"Let's count it, anyway, we are dealing with inhuman things," the old woman said lightly, "Isn't it the same for you?"

"……Eh?"

Lu Qiaoqiao's heart skipped a beat.

What does it mean?

Why does this person seem to be very familiar with her during the conversation?

"Really."

The old woman sighed lightly: "You really are not up to the mark."

"Forget it, let me ask you, why are you crying so hard here?"

"..."

Lu Qiaoqiao was speechless for a moment and lowered her head.

"Because... there are many things I can't let go of, but I'm already dead. There's nothing else I can do."

Lu Qiaoqiao sighed lightly: "I have a senior who once warned me to find my own 'Tao', but I have always been confused."

The old woman just said calmly: "Really."

"Mother-in-law, I used to...in fact, I was just an ordinary person."

The sun was fading, and Lu Qiaoqiao's whole body was covered with red light. As she spoke softly, she suddenly had a feeling of wanting to talk.

"Yes... a very ordinary person. Since my father ran away from home, I have no home. Like a rootless duckweed, drifting with fate."

"But then, I met new family members..."

The girl gently held the palm of her hand, then let go, she smiled at the old woman: "Have you ever heard of Fusangshen of swords?"

"My family members are the embodiment of the sword. Although the prototype is a weapon, each of them has flesh and blood."

Her smile gradually drooped again: "However, most of them have a painful past. So..."

——So, she never wanted to show any frustration in front of the Sword Fusang Gods.

Lu Qiaoqiao knew very well that her mood would greatly affect them.At least she hopes that what she conveys is joy, peace, security... these positive and warm things.

"Later, I met another senior. She is a very beautiful woman, beautiful and strong. She has a strong will and is the object of my longing."

"I also made new friends. They are either ordinary people or God-inspectors with outstanding abilities...but they are all very kind girls."

"I really like them."

"Love every single one of them."

pat.

A drop of tear fell on the back of her hand and burst into scattered crystals.

"So, so... I desperately want to find the 'Tao' that Senior Shenyu said, I want to be academic...I want to be useful, to be able to stand on my own."

"I don't want to disappoint them."

"But I'm so useless... dull as a stone."

Before she knew it, she was sobbing.

"When I...know... King Ma Cang Ye, in fact, I... just want to escape."

"The prophecy... says I can stop him, but I'm actually... scared."

"Grandma, I'm afraid of death."

"It's also very painful."

Her teary eyes shrank into a ball, and she let out a weeping sound: "Every time... when I was injured or when I was in danger, I was... very scared."

"I'm more afraid...of losing someone I hold dear."

"Isn't that nice?"

The old woman said lightly: "It's normal to be afraid, afraid, and regretful."

"Yes, yes..."

Lu Qiaoqiao wiped away her tears and smiled wryly: "But it's too late to say anything now."

"is it?"

In the evening light, Lu Qiaoqiao felt that the voice was a little different from before. When she raised her head and looked at the old woman again, she saw a young woman staring down at her.

The outline of the woman was smudged by the light, and for a moment, Lu Qiaoqiao felt extremely familiar.

She was startled: "You?"

"Hey," the woman smiled slightly, her eyebrows stretched, "Haven't you thought about doing something?"

"What to do... I'm already dead?"

Lu Qiaoqiao covered her heart: "I was pierced through my heart... I died, I haven't had time to do anything, and I haven't found the 'Tao'..."

"Do you still need to find Tao?"

But the woman asked calmly. She raised her hand and pointed to Lu Qiaoqiao's heart: "Isn't it always there?"

"..."

Lu Qiaoqiao let go of her hand, she lowered her head to look at her chest, then raised her head to look at the woman in shock.

"Are you really willing to die like this?"

"..."

"Do you remember," the woman put down her hand, she chuckled, "What you said to Suzumaru Koji?"

"Think about it again. At that time, he asked you: sinking to the bottom of the abyss, being burned day and night by the fire of evil karma, and suffering a lot, how did you answer?"

"..."

Yes, at that time, she endured the cruelest punishment, and the belief she relied on was just the most vulgar and ordinary, a small wish of a mortal——

"because I……"

"I want to live!"

Still want to live.

I also want to feel this world that has given her many misfortunes and blessed her with countless blessings.

Still... can't let go, those people she cherishes!

In a trance, like an ice avalanche and snow cracking.

Presented in front of Lu Qiaoqiao's eyes, the peaceful but illusory 'world', like fine snow under the scorching sun, melted silently, and in the dazzling white light, the woman standing in front of her suddenly turned into a young girl.

Same age as her, same height, same face.

They stand opposite each other.

"Although no one can save you in this situation," the girl with the same face as Lu Qiaoqiao smiled and held out her hand, "but there is another person who can do it. I haven't forgotten who she is. I think... you You haven't forgotten either, have you?"

That's right... She also said that to Yiqi Yizhen, who had already become a monster.

——If you are in a desperate situation and there is no rescue, you have to rely on yourself to save yourself.