This seems to be the mansion of King Ma Cang Ye.

Lu Qiaoqiao was carried by Shikigami from left to right, and like a tourist, she walked through tall arches and winding corridors, and finally came to the courtyard.

Lu Qiaoqiao saw King Ma Cang Ye.

He took off his hunting clothes, only wearing a white haori, and his long hair hung loose like a flowing spring.

It was the moment of the devil, and the setting sun, which had burnt out the afterglow, showed a blood-like color, smudged his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he didn't turn around, but still stared at the sunset, but slightly raised his hand, and undid the spell on Lu Qiaoqiao's legs, "Please sit down."

Shikigami let go of his hand, and Lu Qiaoqiao took a tentative step, and sure enough, he no longer felt any discomfort.

There was a game of hand chess under the corridor, and it was the endgame, with the black pieces completely besieging the white pieces.

Lu Qiaoqiao glanced at it, then looked away. She sat down on the soft couch and placed the Taidao on her lap.

"Sure enough, I can't hear your heartbeat." King Ma Cang Ye turned around. Compared with before, his face was a little pale at this moment, and there were some faint red marks on his forehead.

Lu Qiaoqiao didn't answer.

"It's been a long time." King Ma Cang Ye raised his head and looked at Lu Qiaoqiao. "Sit and talk face to face with human beings like this."

Lu Qiaoqiao was not surprised. When she came, she discovered that in this mansion, apart from King Ma Cang Ye, there were all kinds of powerful shikigami.She understood after a little thought.

——Since this person can hear the sound of the heart, the complicated thoughts of the living life may be disgusting to him.

However, once an exception occurred, he cared again.Even panicked by the situation.

However, her face was calm, and she did not reveal the slightest thought in her heart.

"You brought me here," Lu Qiaoqiao met the onmyoji's cold gaze and said calmly, "What exactly do you want to do?"

An extremely faint smile appeared on the corner of the Onmyoji's mouth. His face was extremely handsome, but he was so powerful that people dared not look at him. Once he stopped putting on that cold look, he immediately revealed Amazing beauty.

"How do you feel about what you have seen and heard along the way from Ping'an capital?"

"..."

Lu Qiaoqiao immediately thought of those ragged civilians on the side of the road with numb expressions.

"Did you arrange it on purpose?" she asked.

King Ma Cang Ye lowered his eyes, he grabbed a sunspot, played with it in his palm, and supported his cheek with the other hand: "That's right."

"Hundred Ghosts' Night Parade in Ping'an Capital has been going on for some time," the onmyoji smiled mysteriously on his lips, but his eyes were cold. "There are 220 onmyojis in the Yinyang House, including me. There are six people who are proficient in spells and have powerful abilities."

"Each of them has the power to repel all ghosts."

"But look," he put the sunspots on the chessboard with a 'slap', "Hundred Ghosts of the Night is getting more and more intense."

"……why?"

"Because the nobles have dispatched all the onmyojis," Ma Cang Ye Wang said softly, "the imperial palace and the nobles' mansions are only playing and singing day and night, but the common people can only struggle in fear."

"If it wasn't for the night before, when the darkness was extended infinitely, and the day was delayed, they were terrified, and they finally agreed to expand the scope of the enchantment. Tonight...Heianjing would have been reduced to hell on earth."

"Nobles are stupid and cruel," Ma Cang Ye Wang continued, "common people are numb and ignorant."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and his white sleeve brushed across the chessboard, the chess pieces were scattered all over the floor, and the Onmyoji's hand fell on the girl's forehead with a slight distance, and his tone suddenly softened: "It hurts. "

Lu Qiaoqiao couldn't dodge in time, Ma Cang Yewang's icy fingertips stuck to the small red and swollen patch on her forehead, and it was instantly broken.

It was injured by a child on the side of the road with a stone.

"You see, as long as you make a little noise and push everything on your head, the civilians will believe it without hesitation-it's not that they don't have the ability to distinguish the facts, it's just because you look so weak that they dare to hate you."

"Get a false sense of security by hating, hurting, and crowding out people who are weaker than you..."

"This is the people of the world," Onmyoji raised his hand, his eyes reflected the blood-red sky, as if he was evaluating the ants:

"—too small."

"..."

Lu Qiaoqiao listened quietly, Ma Cang Yewang's hand left her forehead and fell slowly. He didn't touch her skin, but just bent his fingers, as if gently supporting her cheek.

The onmyoji showed a cold smile: "Although you rejected my invitation, a psychic like you with a tough soul is worth making an exception for me."

"what do you want to do?"

There was a little brilliance in Ma Cang Yewang's eyes: "My ideal is to build a world where there are only psychics."

"The world is a ridiculous creature, but the psychic is different."

"The psychic knows the rules of the world and respects everything in this world."

"If there were only psychics in this world, everything would be different," he said a little faster, "We are the ones who can coexist with the world."

"Of course, there are also polluted souls among the psychics, so I will naturally make a choice."

He smiled, and stretched out his hand towards Lu Qiaoqiao, the light shone in his eyes, making him look a little childishly innocent.

"How," he asked, "accept it. Be my countryman."

"..."

One hand was raised, pressing down on the Onmyoji's wrist.

For a moment, King Ma Cang Ye was in a trance.

Compared with him, the girl's palm was abnormally warm, which was a normal human body temperature.

It has been a long time since he touched the skin of others.

"Before I answer you... I have a question, I hope you can answer me honestly."

The soft and soft voice, like a summer breeze, swirls gently.

The onmyoji came back to his senses, his expression remained the same, he broke away from the girl's hand with a little force, and the white sleeves slipped off, covering the back of his hand.

"what do you wish to ask."

"Sankai Yue Zongjin... did you hurt him?"

"..."

A moment of silence.

Lu Qiaoqiao sighed lightly: "It seems so."

"I've never been so angry...you are the first."

She stood up slowly: "Although I tried to convince myself, maybe Mr. Sanriyue, I saw that you wanted to draw out my soul and stop it, but you counterattacked...It is reasonable to counterattack the enemy, from your standpoint , which is not wrong."

"But I found that I'm still angry... and I'm angry with myself!"

"So," she stood against the light, "Next, I have to say something cruel to you."

"Excuse me," Lu Qiaoqiao said softly, "You don't have any family."

——King Ma Cang Ye has no family, friends, lovers, or other trustworthy objects as ordinary people.

There are only these cold and powerful shikigami in his world.

The word 'family' angered the Onmyoji.

King Ma Cang Ye stood up suddenly, and the cold spiritual power enveloped him: "Family?"

He stretched out his hand towards Lu Qiaoqiao: "You said something you shouldn't have said—"

The huge spiritual power surged like a sea tide. Lu Qiaoqiao also stretched out his hand, and stopped Ma Cang Ye Wang halfway. Their palms were touching and their fingers were intertwined. It was obviously a friendly scene, but the two spiritual powers roared and collided with each other. Together.

"I hope you can understand," Lu Qiaoqiao pressed hard against King Ma Cangye's hand, "I'm not afraid of you."

"I don't feel afraid of your angry appearance."

"Whatever your attitude is, you won't be able to shake me." She lowered her center of gravity slightly, clenched her other hand, and suddenly hit the Onmyoji, hitting his chest hard, "Because I'm more than you——"

"Stronger!"

The spiritual power formed a vortex visible to the naked eye, without any skills, it was purely a barbaric competition of brute force, such a rude use of power, any onmyoji with a little knowledge would probably laugh at it, but Ma Cang Yewang But he had to let go of his hand and took a few steps back before he could barely stand still.

"Although I don't know anything about yin and yang techniques," Lu Qiaoqiao smiled, her joints seemed to be scalded by a branding iron, and a layer of redness and swelling appeared, but the girl's expression did not change at all, "But in terms of strength, I am better than you .”

"I've come to my senses," Lu Qiaoqiao lowered her head, looking at the back of her hand that was burned by the Ma Cang Ye Wang's protective spell, "I absolutely don't want Mr. Sanriyue to be in danger because of me!"

"You are very strong, I dare not say that I can defeat you, even if the possibility of hurting you... is very small."

"But I am willing," she raised her head, not in a harsh tone, but said calmly, "Do my best."

"Please let Mr. Sanriyue go, he is in your mansion, I can sense it."

"..."

The last rays of the setting sun have also dissipated, and the night is approaching quietly. This is a moonless night, and in the darkness, the girl seems to be shining.People dare not look directly into those eyes.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ma Cang Yewang's mouth.

He seemed to have seen some funny and sad play, and at the end, he actually laughed out loud.

"Ha——" Onmyoji raised his hand, inserted five fingers into his hair, and combed the messy long hair: "Haha, hahaha..."

Lu Qiaoqiao blinked: "Are you laughing at me for being overconfident?"

Ma Cang Ye Wang slowly shook his head.

With a smile on his face, he walked towards Lu Qiaoqiao.

"It's so ridiculous," he said in a low voice, stretching out his hand, and the shadow enveloped Lu Qiaoqiao, "I became the bait of a monster, but I don't know it."

"Since this is the case... Let me remind you of the truth that you have forgotten."

His palm landed on the girl's head.Those fragmented and messy memories, as if the tulle covering the surface were pulled away, suddenly became coherent and clear.

——That's one eighth. Lu Qiaoqiao, lost in the ghost way, the memory of meeting Sanri Yuezong for the first time.

……

…………

'Oh...why did you call me, lost lady? '

what is that……

who is talking?

'In the ghost way, there are many demons and ghosts, so it's better to leave early. '

A pair of eyes stared at her, and the eyes seemed to fall into the crescent moon.

She blinked her eyes blankly, and when she finally came back to her senses, the faint fragrance lingering around her had silently faded away.

what……

Lu Qiaoqiao showed a look of sudden realization - that's right, she got lost, it seems to be a ghost way here?

So……

She raised her head, trying to find the person in the gorgeous hunting suit, but only saw his back.

Fu Sangshen let go of his sleeves and didn't stay any longer. His attitude was gentle but unapproachable. He had already turned around, and the thick fog filled up again, gradually covering his body.

"Huh," the girl exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly ran towards him, her voice soft: "Well, please wait..."

She stretched out her hand, and her fingertips almost touched the sleeve of Fu Sangshen's shaking as he walked.

Then she felt a cloud of gold stars flickering in front of her eyes, and a force hit her chin, sending her flying.

Fu Sangshen raised his hand—this seemed to be just a subconscious movement of his, and he swung it vigorously, but it was enough to repel Lu Qiaoqiao.

The girl is like a feather, following his strength:

fly up

"Uh."

come down

"what."

Fell to

"Oh."

puff~

—Falling face-to-face.

Fu Sangshen's eyes widened slightly, and he raised his sleeves to cover his lips: "Oh... are you okay?"

"...cough cough." Lu Qiaoqiao struggled and squirmed, and slowly got up. She rubbed the center of her brows, and suddenly the corners of her eyes curled up, and she smiled at him:

"It's okay."

"..."

The girl stood up and ran towards Fu Sangshen again.

This time he didn't dodge again.Just smiling, calmly watching her getting closer and closer.Then he raised his hand and gently pressed the girl's forehead.

"Because it's a remnant soul, don't you feel any fear?" Fu Sangshen said softly, with his fingertips resting on the girl's eyebrows, "You can't come near me anymore, little girl."

"Remnant soul...? Are you talking about me?"

"Hahaha, yes."

The girl showed a ignorant expression, she nodded lightly: "Really, so it is like this."

She smiled again: "Thank you."

"I seem to have forgotten a lot of things." Lu Qiaoqiao lowered her head, a little embarrassed, "However, I feel a very familiar aura from you..."

She showed a little nostalgic look: "Well...it's called a knife, a knife..."

——The sword pays the mourning god.

His eyes dimmed: "Haha, little girl, are you a judge?"

"God judge?" Lu Qiaoqiao showed a blank expression, she frowned, thinking hard, "I'm called God judge (⊙ω⊙)."

"Hahaha, this shouldn't be your name. Don't remember, name?"

"I..." Lu Qiaoqiao said hesitantly, "It seems that I can't say the name casually."

"Oh?"

The girl felt guilty and apologized again and again: "I'm sorry."

"However," she raised her head, her eyes were as clear as flowing springs, and the girl smiled, "You can call me... Qiao Qiao! Yes."

"..." Fu Sangshen tilted his head slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, imitating the appearance of a girl, and lowered his voice: "Oh..."

He sighed meaningfully, but he didn't call out the girl's name, he just smiled lightly and said, "Then, I should tell you my name too."

"—Sankai Yuezong is close, although you may forget it in a while, hahaha."

"Then," Fu Sangshen's smile faded slightly, "call me again, what's the matter?"

Lu Qiaoqiao nodded: "Indeed, there is something to do."

She walked towards Fu Sangshen, and finally stopped in front of him.

Her eyes, as clear as a flowing spring, clearly reflected his figure.

From such a close distance, San Riyue clearly saw herself in the eyes of the girl—not the gorgeous disguise he displayed in front of others.

Instead, he was entangled in the dark curse aura, his whole body was covered with hideous bone spurs, he looked like a ghost...

However, the girl stared at him without showing a trace of fear.

She blinked slightly, and said softly, "Mr. Sanriyue..."

"That," she said hesitantly, "you seem to be hurt, right?"

"Ah," he let out a very soft sigh, "...really."

The crescent lines in Fu Sangshen's eyes seemed to be glowing.

—too perceptive.

"You saw through it." He raised his sleeves and slightly covered his cheeks, "Then, what do you want to do?"

Under his gaze, the girl blinked, stretched out her hand, and gently pressed the palm against his chest.

Gentle, trickling spiritual power poured into his body silently.

Almost at the next moment, Fu Sangshen made a slight mistake and took a step back.

His smile faded: "Spiritual power?"

Startled by his actions, the girl immediately held her breath, glanced at him cautiously, and nodded slowly.

"...I seem to have encountered similar things," she said to herself, "it seems, as long as this is done."

Spiritual power like a tidal wave slowly gushed out from her body, powerful and pure, instantly dispelling the mist that permeated the ghost path.

Spiritual power surrounded him like a mass of gentle water, wrapping him.

Daojian Fusangshen signed a contract with the human god judge, because of the existence of the contract, the spiritual power of the god judge can be transmitted without hindrance.

However, there are still such psychics who don't need a contract at all!

Just a broken soul body can possess such powerful power.

Fu Sangshen felt his body warm up, he stared at the girl, a faint aura surrounded her.

"Mr. Sanriyue." Sensing his gaze, the girl smiled.

— she is very happy.

"I'm so happy that I can help you!" Lu Qiaoqiao was ignorant, expressing her pure joy, "Just now... you helped me, and I want to repay you."

"..."

Sanri Yue Zongjin narrowed his eyes slightly, the crescent lines in his eyes shimmering.

——Just like Haoyue.Not dazzling, but enough to dispel the darkness.

He smiled, took a step back, and broke away from the scope of the girl's spiritual power.

"Eh?"

San Riyue raised her hand and pressed the girl's head: "Hahaha, that's enough, little girl."

"But……"

He didn't speak, but just took the girl's hands and said softly, "Does it not hurt?"

In this short period of time, Lu Qiaoqiao's hands pressing on San Riyue's chest seemed to be soaked in ink, and the black air filled the air, as if it was about to invade her body.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, only to realize that her palm seemed to be pricked densely by thousands of needles, "Ah... I was too absorbed just now, so I didn't notice."

"It's okay," she shook her hands, blew a few more times, and immediately said lively, "Although it hurts a little, but it's bearable!"

- Doesn't it hurt?

"But what is it?"

Fu Sangshen said softly: "That's a curse."

"It's not a wound on me," he said, "but a curse. So don't waste your strength."

"Curse..." Lu Qiaoqiao repeated. Her soul was not complete, so she obviously couldn't understand what was going on.

But soon, she understood in her own way.

The girl grabbed Fu Sangshen's finger: "That is to say... have you been in pain?"

"I just touched the palm of my hand, it's like being pricked by a needle." She lowered her head, watching the black air in her palm gradually fade away, "But, Mr. Sanriyue, your body...all, all... "

In her opinion, the black air almost drowned Fu Sangshen.

The girl showed an expression that seemed to melt away, she was at a loss, and stammered, "You...uh, I..."

After a while, she smiled again.

"I remember... Someone told me," she raised her head, as if recalling, and said intermittently, "Happy things can be shared together, and they can be doubled; pain can also be shared, and slowly... ...it won't hurt anymore."

"It seems so. I think it makes sense."

"..."

"So," she stretched out her hand, "Mr. Sankaiyue, give me half of the curse."

"Ah, Mr. Mikazuki?"

Fu Sangshen stretched out his hand and gently covered her eyes.

She heard him seem to be laughing.

"How..." he murmured in a very soft voice.

What a pure and rare soul.

——beautiful.

Lu Qiaoqiao didn't understand why, so she didn't move, and stood obediently on the spot. After a while, she was not completely alive, and her head seemed to be blurred. When Fu Sangshen let go, she looked at him in bewilderment.There was a sound: "Huh?"

"... Ah, sorry, I was just... trying to do something."

"You want to put this on for me." Sanri Yue Zongjin stretched out his hand, with a golden weeping tassel in his palm.

He bent slightly, and folded the corners of his eyes: "Then trouble you."

"...(⊙⊙) Oh."

Is that right?

Lu Qiaoqiao reached out to pick up the tassels and stroked his long hair. Maybe it was because of her insufficiency that the girl seemed clumsy, so she soon concentrated on competing with the hair accessories.

Her breathing is extremely shallow, the soul doesn't actually need to breathe, but she is not aware of the current situation, and still maintains the habit of being a human.

The indistinct breath fell on his ear tips, cheeks, and hair tips, like clouds of mist, gradually fascinated his eyes.

"All right."

He straightened up, stretched out his hand to stroke the crooked tassels in his hair, and then smiled: "Hahaha, you helped me a lot, thank you."

So the girl became happy: "You're welcome."

"Then, I have to give back." He said softly, and then raised the Taidao in his hand.

The light is like a moon, and there are crescent-like lines on the body of the knife.

Fu Sangshen carefully shook off the blood beads on the blade, put the blade back into its sheath, and handed it to the girl.

"Hahaha, I hope you can accept it." Fu Sangshen chuckled, "There are many ghosts in the ghost path, and it is very dangerous to go alone... Take it with you, it will protect you."

"(⊙⊙)...OK?"

"But," she asked hesitantly, "in this way... you won't have any weapons."

"Hahaha, there will be." Fu Sangshen chuckled, he raised his hand, a black air gathered in his palm, and soon, a knife that was exactly the same as Lu Qiaoqiao's was created from scratch, Cohesive molding.

"It's good to pinch it again with the evil spirit."

"Then," he stretched out his hand and gently pressed the girl's eyes, "little girl..."

"……Please……"

……

…………

So much for memory.

Lu Qiaoqiao opened her eyes, and in front of her was still King Ma Cang Ye's mansion.

She lowered her head and slowly looked at the sword in her arms.

"..."

—Please, come to my side.

This is the last word I heard in my memory.

"...What the hell is this?"

What exactly happened.

"Why, still refuse to recognize the facts?"

"Tender memories? Protection?"

The onmyoji's body was covered with darkness, he turned on the light, and said in a calm tone, "Although you have not mastered any onmyoji, your instinct as a psychic... should have told you the truth."

"Monsters can mark their prey. With this knife, you can't go anywhere. It will only let you come to him step by step."

——So, can an incomplete living soul summon her body?

"Rather than protecting you, it's better to say that you are like bait in the mouth of a beast, so other ghosts dare not approach you at all."

"How about it," he said softly, "For Sanri Yue Zongjin—"

"Do you try your best?"

"..."

The silence seemed to be suffering.

After a long time, Lu Qiaoqiao raised her head and said to Ma Cang Ye Wang, "Thank you. It reminded me of this memory."

The knife in her arms seemed to be dimmed, and a smile appeared on the lips of the Onmyoji.

"However, my mind has not changed."

She lowered her head and stared at the sword in her arms.

"Actually... now, many things are still chaotic, I have forgotten important memories, and I don't remember what I have done. What a pity."

"But..." she said softly, "I remember, I was helped by Mr. Sanriyue."

The girl frowned, thinking hard: "Although it is bait, it did help me drive away the ghosts."

"Also, I seem to have been attacked by someone under the cherry blossom tree, and the ground has split open. It was Mr. Mikazuki who helped me avoid the danger."

When she was also at the water's edge, he led her to fight Tsurumaru Kuninaga;

And the hand that touched her tenderly in the dark.

"Thinking about it carefully, I have been helped so many times."

"Whether the motive is good or malicious, it cannot be offset. The real rescue I have obtained."

"Knowing all this, do you still not change your original intention?" Onmyoji's smile disappeared, "...too stupid."

"There must be principles in life."

Lu Qiaoqiao smiled lightly.

"I think..." She raised her head and looked at the onmyoji, "This is what I want."

Just ask-

I have no regrets.

It was as if a layer of nothingness had been removed.

The familiar Leng Xiang surrounded her.Lu Qiaoqiao was startled, and stretched out her hands from behind, hugging her gently.

"..."

She heard Fu Sangshen say something in a very soft voice.

"Sankayue... sir?"

Lu Qiaoqiao was surprised. She struggled and tried to turn around, but the arms around her tightened slightly.Immediately afterwards, that cool hand gently covered her eyes.

She heard Fu Sangshen's slightly hoarse voice, and said with a smile, "The bet...you lost, King Ma Cang Ye."

Then she felt her shoulders sink.

It seemed to be Fu Sangshen, who buried his forehead in her hair.

"Don't look back, my current appearance will scare you, hahaha."

"He didn't lie. At first...he really wanted to keep you."

I want to have this beautiful soul.

"But when you really came to me..."

He is alive, has a warm body temperature that makes him dare not approach, can talk, smile, and has vivid emotions.

But those eyes have not changed.

"..."

——He didn't know what to do.

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