Lady Sharo of Onmyoji

The shadows of the trees outside the window were constantly swaying, and the candles in the room were flickering, flickering, bright and dark, as if they would be extinguished at any time.

Panicked footsteps came from far to near, the paper door was pulled open with a 'hula', and a strong smell of blood came oncoming... The house was tidy and tidy, but the smell of blood couldn't be removed no matter what.

The woman in the room was dressed in twelve gorgeous single clothes, just so quiet, motionless, completely lost her vitality.

The boy Qingming's footsteps were a little staggering, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Walking up to Sha Luo step by step, he believed that Sha Luo would jump up in the next second, laugh at him, lose his temper at him, make trouble at him, and then tell him it was just a joke...

But... no, not at all.

She just lay there, dressed in clothes she never wanted to wear, quietly, not crying or laughing, not doing anything.

It was as if a big hole had been dug in his heart, and the hole was bleeding continuously, almost like a river of blood.

Shaluo, the hole in my heart can no longer be blocked, what should I do?what to do?

Shaluo, help me, okay?

Shaluo, it's cold on the couch, how are you getting up?

It won't be cold if you hold it, right?

Slowly hugging Sha Luo in his arms, looking at her face, apart from being pale, she really seemed to be asleep.

He doesn't believe that she will leave her, and he won't believe that she will leave him alone...

It's obvious...

You obviously promised me...

Why is everything the way it is?

Is this fate playing a big joke on him?

He doesn't believe that Sharo will die, even...even...he will do everything possible to bring Sharo back to life...

That `s a deal.

He gently kissed her forehead, which was still icy cold.

"Shaluo, let's go home, I will definitely save you."

save?How to save this?

Maybe others say some irrational things because of excessive sadness, but he is Abe Seimei, he understands himself when he was a teenager, especially what he said at this time...

It became his obsession...

What's more, bringing the dead back to life is against the Yin and Yang of the five elements.

It's just that the young Qingming seems to have touched his destiny, and suddenly he is entangled with cloudy energy, his beautiful wife dies of illness, but fate does not seem to let him go.

When Sha Luo's suicide note fell into Ming Qing's hands, the suicide note stated that Sha Luo knew that her life would not be long, and hoped that Qing Ming could use her body to turn around the yin energy in her body...

They are husband and wife, they are almost connected by blood, no one is more suitable than her to be a container for his body's yin energy.

That autumn, he obeyed Sha Luo's last order, transferred his Yin energy to Sha Luo's body, suddenly buried her in the courtyard, planted a horse chestnut tree on her grave, and then buried her in the grave. There is a layer of enchantment around it...

Qingming grinned a bit bitterly, he remembered it, but experienced it again, hurt again, and remembered it unforgettable again.

That autumn, although he buried Shaluo, he did not give up the idea of ​​resurrecting Shaluo, and since then he has started to study secret arts...

One is more taboo than the other, and one is more terrifying than the other, but in exchange for repeated failures, when we are vigilant, ten years have passed...

His obsession has long been ingrained.

And obsessed with a terrible thing, you can kill gods when you meet gods, and destroy Buddhas when you meet Buddhas.

A thought of ignorance is prajna, and a thought of wisdom is prajna.

And his obsession gave birth to Hei Qingming, so he abandoned his other self, and all the forbidden techniques he learned belonged to Hei Qingming.

Life is like a play, everything is illegal, like a dream.

"Don't you really regret it?"

A deep and depressing sound came to Qingming's ears, Qingming raised his head, and the surrounding environment changed again.

In his home, in his courtyard, Hei Qingming was lying on the porch in a purple bathrobe, propping his head on one hand, and holding a shallow wine saucer in the other. He slowly shook the sake in the wine saucer.

"Regret what?" Qingming asked back.

"Regret what?" Hei Qingming repeated what Qingming said, and then smiled: "How can you regret even if you don't know what to regret? Sigh! It's so hard to talk to yourself." Hei Qingming drank the fine wine on the plate, Qingming said in a generous tone, "Tell me, why did you come to see me in your dream?"

Qingming hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said: "Shaluo died in childbirth, but the child is still alive, right?"

Hei Qingming's hand holding the empty wine saucer paused slightly, and the empty wine saucer was placed on the floor, and the wine was refilled.

"Yes! Shaluo risked his life, so the child is fine."

Sure enough, Qingming was not very happy even after knowing the truth.

"Sara had two children at the time, right?"

Hei Qingming nodded, and continued to sip his small wine.

"The two children are Ji Ping and Ji Chang..."

"Yes."

"Then..." Every time Qingming asked a question, her heart skipped a beat, and the last question...

"Ten years ago, was Sha Luo really difficult to give birth?"

The two children were safe and sound, and he left a letter in advance to tell him that her body should be used as a yin energy... All of this is too coincidental, unless Sha Luo can predict it in advance.

"It's rare for you to think so..." Hei Qingming stared at the liquid in the wine dish, never looking at Qingming: "When she knew that she was pregnant with twins, she planned the arrangement for the worst, and this Everything is just going in the wrong direction for her."

So, at that time, he was completely unaware that it was Sha Luo who kept it from him...

"Why do you pretend to have a sad expression?" Hei Qingming suddenly sat up from the floor, and said in a rather researched tone, "It's obvious that you have achieved this, and you have given me all your obsession with her." , that's just some things you discarded and don't want, why are you sad? Who gave you the qualification to be sad? Um...?"

Qingming looked at the face exactly like his own, and the words that questioned his heart left him speechless.

Facing Qingming's silence, Hei Qingming's attitude gradually became arrogant.

"Didn't you have a lot of questions just now? Why don't you talk now? Is it because of guilt?" The sarcasm spewed out one by one: "Do you feel that being a human being is a shackle, a bondage, so Tired? But so what? You are me, and I am you. You carry the shackles, shackles and responsibilities that belong to Abe Seimei, but I am free and unrestrained. I can do what I want and you don’t Dare to do..."

"What do you want to do?" Qingming asked eagerly, "If you want to bring Sharo back to life, you have already done it..."

"She didn't come back to life, she just came back. In the future...she will still go." Hei Qingming smiled lightly, and asked again: "Do you like her?"

"I……"

"Don't rush to answer, the quicker you answer, the more guilty you will be." Hei Qingming came to Qingming with a 'sudden' sound, but his voice was a little erratic: "I am you, I know exactly what you feel in your heart... "

"You..." Qingming stopped talking.

"Do you want her to stay with us for a long time?"

"what do you mean?"

"Qiye is a ghost, and I tried to keep a female ghost in the world for a long time. She can finally stay in the world for a long time, but her temperament has completely changed, and she is no longer the same as before. I don't want to Qiye is also like this."

"You're talking about the ghost girl Hongye? Do you think she's a test subject?" Qingming said angrily, "She's innocent..."

"Except for a newborn baby, who in this world would dare to say that they are innocent?"

Qingming couldn't refute this sentence. There are seven sins in life: arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, greed, lust, and lust. No one can escape.

At this time, Hei Qingming's bewitching voice sounded again: "You and me, let's keep her together, okay?"

The author has something to say: Hei Qingming is really in the late stage of the second disease,

But he is still cute, every child with secondary syndrome has a pure heart.

The first-level trumpet drew Yimulian (Tuyan~)

Let me die!