[Onmyoji] There are fox sui sui

Ah Xuan took a step, but didn't step on it.

When the feet landed on the place where the ground should be, the surrounding fog disappeared in an instant, and the voices whispering in the dense fog also disappeared.

If it was originally like walking on a flat land filled with thick fog and extending infinitely, then after the fog cleared, the surroundings became endless darkness.

There is no place to stand, and it will not fall due to gravity, pure nothingness.

Although that person said to her before leaving, "Go forward, don't look back", but in this situation, there is no place to stand, how can you move forward?

Ah Xuan tried to take a few steps, but it was like walking in a water polo in a swimming pool. She didn't feel down-to-earth at all, and just flopped and turned around in the air, making her dizzy instead.

I don't know what is hidden in the thick fog. The unknown is scary, but the thick darkness in front of me is more terrifying than the unknown.

Locking a person in a small room of one square meter with no windows, only providing food every morning and evening, without any communication during the period, can drive people crazy in less than a month.

Because in such a small dark room, I can't feel the existence of time, every second is as long as a century, and even pain seems like a luxury.It's not so much that loneliness makes people crazy, it's better to say that it's boring.

At this moment, Ah Xie was ups and downs in the darkness, like a drifting bottle thrown into the sea, or like a trapped animal in a cage.

Ah Xuan looked at the darkness in front of her, feeling at a loss like a child standing at a crossroads.

Yan Mo asked her to find her own way, and that person told her not to look back...

But where is the way?

Where is the starting point and where is the return journey?

Ah Xie didn't know how long she stayed in this darkness, during which time she thought about moving forward, but without exception, she ended up in the air.

As time passed, she simply stopped struggling, and just stood in this nothingness, slowly closing her eyes.

After Yan Mo left in a hurry, the judge stepped forward and tried to stabilize the book of life and death, but he was not the owner of the artifact, so how could he control it even with all his attention.

In the main hall, the book of life and death, which had lost its suppression, jumped out joyfully, flying around the entire palace, almost making itself knotted.As soon as the demon fox lowered his eyes, he saw the book of life and death beside him.

This is the book of life and death.

The artifact that writes fate.

A burst of strong unwillingness suddenly came to my heart.

Is his fate determined by such a piece of torn paper?

Those sufferings and pains slipped out from a damp corner of my heart along with what I saw and heard in the illusion, showing my existence with fangs and claws.

It turns out that the scars will not disappear. Even if the scabs heal, one day when those dusty memories reappear in the sun, they will still be hot and painful.

Hurt is hurt, no matter what name it is given.

Everyone in the illusion is the same as in memory, there is only one difference.

The boy who died peacefully, longed not to disturb anyone, and died quietly, actually had the desire to live.

He began to look forward to the arrival of tomorrow, trying to escape from the insensitive life.

How could there be such absurd things in this world?

Yaohu was extremely irritable, which made him more uneasy than being known about his past. The loss of control of his mind made him completely lose control of his emotions.

Unprecedented emotions rolled in his chest, but he couldn't find the reason, which made the demon fox want to tear that annoying book of life and death to pieces!

But when he looked at the Book of Life and Death, which was close at hand, he bumped into a pair of quiet eyes.

The owner of those swarthy eyes was a little boy.

He was standing in the hall, but the judge didn't notice his existence, and the flying book of life and death passed across his body.

He is a shadow that existed in the past, a shadow that only the demon fox can see.

And his eyes have always been calm, even when he died, with those black, deep pool-like eyes open, looking at the distance that doesn't know where.

The demon fox's restless heart suddenly calmed down.

It turned out that the phantom that Ah Xuan vaguely saw the day he met the original owner was not dazzled.

But this shadow had obviously disappeared many years ago.Why are you back now?

He looked at the demon fox, and seemed to be looking at other far away places, as if waiting for something.Yaohu suddenly didn't want to see those eyes again, and tilted his head, trying to conceal his gaze.

Those eyes seemed to be silently asking him, without the slightest hint of aggressiveness, but they pierced into the heart for no reason, making the demon fox look at the ground like a child who has done something wrong and dare not face the teacher's gaze.

Returning, or never leaving?

Under the stagnant water, is there any remaining life?

The resurgence is due to the coincidence that Mars is close, or there are burning seeds in it?

Ah Xuan felt her senses stretching infinitely in the darkness.

There was nothing in the darkness, but Ah Xuan's heart was more stable than ever. Although she closed her eyes, she could see clearly many things that she couldn't see clearly before.

After knowing the reason for her time travel, Ah Chen had no time to think about deeper things, so she embarked on the path of finding the soul of the original owner. There was only one belief that supported her along the way——

— alive!

She doesn't want to die, she wants to live.

But why did she want to live?

Just because of the fear of death?

In the depths of the heart that seems to succumb to fate, there is a little unwillingness in self-inquiry, like lime falling into water, releasing enough heat to boil cold water.

The voice from the bottom of my heart amplified infinitely with the rising steam.

From time to time, she has tried her best not to think about "Why does it have to be me?"

But it has always existed in her heart, ready to come out, and it is reflected in her actions.

Why can't she ask?

Why does she have to bear all this?

Why should she be deprived of her life and keep silent?

Just because it was an "accident" where the perpetrator could not be found? !

Even after the accident, Ah Xuan met the big tengu who treated her kindly, met Prince Keming's family, and became an onmyoji...

These are all things that she would not have dared to think about in the original world, but none of this can make up for everything she has lost.

But Ah Xuan couldn't deny all the things she encountered when she came to this world.

Although this period of life was forced into her hands, the people and things she met were all acquired by Ah Ling herself.

If you abandon this period of life like a shoe, it is no different from denying those people.

Instead of denying it, accepting it frankly seems to be a denial of the life that has been taken away.

Because I can't give up either side, I dare not question it, because as long as I ask, I have decided to give up one side.

But how can I not ask?

After being wronged, why can't I cry?

Why can't the thief be scolded when the treasure is stolen?

Obviously did nothing wrong!

Why? !

So she must live!

Only living upright is the biggest complaint against that farce!

Jun Shi and injustice, I don't want it!

Because I will take my destiny back!

Destiny has to be written by myself!

In the dense fog, a little ink moved.

The golden light surged on the deep black ink, making the dots fall on the ground at once, and the dried ink became alive.

The ink seemed to have life, and as the golden light moved more violently, it began to vibrate violently as if it was about to break some kind of restriction!

It's obviously dried out, but it's like a flash of light, and it suddenly has infinite vitality!

Jin Guang couldn't wait to push the ink dot, hitting the edge of the ink dot one by one, trying to make this ink, which had already been set, walk out of a new trajectory!

It is difficult, extending in a certain direction, with a little ink mark!

Aang opened his eyes.

There is no longer the constant darkness in front of him, but a cemetery, and the sky light is appearing from the branches of the trees.

Ah Xuan looked at the blue stone tablet, at the words "Tomb of Beloved Daughter Tao Xuan" on the tablet, at the small black and white photo embedded above the words, at the peacefully smiling girl in the photo, Looking at another world reflected in her eyes.

A familiar scene, but Ah Xuan's state of mind is completely different.

She looked at herself, with endless emotions in her eyes, but only two words came out of her mouth in the end.

"Goodbye."

After speaking, he took a step forward and walked forward.

The moment she took a step, the tombstone in front of her disappeared and turned back to darkness.

But this time, the footsteps stepped on the solid ground.A stone brick appeared out of nowhere in the darkness.

As Ah Xuan moved forward, more and more stone bricks emerged, and the road became wider and longer.

All the way to the end of darkness.

Ah Xuan walked through the darkness of the long night, without squinting, and with firm steps.

Farewell does not mean giving up, and choosing does not mean complete acceptance. It is those inseparable pasts that hold her back, but they also constitute her now and allow her to move forward.

Ah Xuan did not thank the "accident" that gave her such a special fate, she only thanked herself.

You did a great job, so leave the rest of your life to who I am now.

Walking along the road, the darkness receded like the tide.

The long night will rest.

Ah Xuan walked to the end of the road, paused for a moment, but still didn't look back, she took a step forward and walked out of the book of life and death.

As soon as I came out, I saw the demon fox looking at the ground and wondering what he was thinking. The sloppy temperament on his body disappeared without a trace, and he was as heavy as eight hundred loves.

The author has something to say: the end of the underworld chapter, and the next chapter begins to enter the final chapter.