Miss Field [Comprehensive]

If Natsume Takashi hadn't tried his best to stop her, Chinami really wondered if she would be torn to pieces by Madara.

It looks really angry.

Because I poked its sore foot?It seems that even youkai care about their appearance.

Thinking of monsters, Chinami turned her head to look at Domeki.

The eyes on her body were all closed, and she was dying under a dead tree. The beautiful phosphorescence on her body had disappeared, and she looked no different from a wounded human woman.

She fell there, quietly looking at Madara: "Why?"

Madara changed back to the appearance of a beckoning cat with a "bang", and scratched his ears with his short hind paws: "Huh?"

Baimugui: "For a powerful existence like you, why is it willing to obey the drive of a human being who is not even an onmyoji."

Domeki's blue eyes turned to Natsume, who pursed his lips.

Madara yawned: "There are so many reasons."

Baimugui's eyes lit up slightly: "I know, it must be because of the account of friends!"

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Baimugui: "You have been waiting for an opportunity to snatch the account of friends from him, haven't you? With the account of friends, you can lead all demons and become the leader of all demons, you think so too!"

To her surprise, after hearing her "reveal", the Lucky Cat just yawned again, and glanced at the exorcist standing aside from the corner of her eye.

Even the slender young man who was the owner of the account of friends paid more attention to the exorcist.

It's like... just like what she said just now, this person and the demon have long been tacit understanding.

Chinami, the only one who gave her attention to Domeki, didn't focus on her friend account.

Chinami stared at Domeki's arms and neck, where the bare|exposed skin had turned black like charcoal.

Baimugui followed her gaze and lowered his head, only then did he notice the change in himself.

The calm face is like a broken ice surface, the cracks spread, and finally all shattered to reveal the undulating water below——

"This, this is..."

Baimugui opened his beautiful eyes wide, in disbelief, "How is it possible!"

She raised her hand, and the long sleeves slid back and piled up at the elbow, exposing the slender wrist and forearm, where everything was scorched black, including the fingertips.

The black air in Domeki's body spread faster than the previous black mist.

When Baimugui raised her arm, black air climbed up her neck to her face.

When she saw the changes in her arms, half of her face had been dyed black.

A tragic roar was squeezed out of Baimugui's throat. She curled up and stretched out again, scratching the ground with her hands.

His snow-white long hair turned black like ink, stained with dead leaves and dirt on the ground, and his pale blue kimono was also stained.

In a short while, she changed from a beautiful and dignified classical beauty to a embarrassed mad woman.

Even more startling was her expression.

The whole face was distorted, his eyes were wide open, his teeth were clenched, and the sound coming out of his throat was not known to be a groan or a scream.

Natsume was taken aback by her sudden change, subconsciously stepped back half a step: "Mr. Kitty, what's wrong with her?"

Madara stood in front of him, squinting her eyes: "It seems that the strange black mist is eating back at herself."

The speed of the backlash of the black mist is astonishing.The conversation between the two of them has not yet ended, and the whole body of Baimugui has been completely blackened.

After darkness, there is decay and decay.

Clothes, long hair, skin, flesh and blood, bones...all the elements that make up the image of "Hundred Eyes" fell like dust.

Even, her soul.

In the blink of an eye, the beautiful woman with long hair and kimono was reduced to a pile of ashes before her eyes, and even the ashes were fleeting.

The monster who was still talking, breathing, laughing and thinking before disappeared without a trace.

Chinami remembered the promise she heard in the vision.

To some extent, Domeki did fulfill her promise—dedicate her body and mind.

I just don't know if this has already been included in the calculation of the black shadow of the bamboo curtain.

Whether it is a god, a human, or a demon, if the soul is destroyed, it will be a complete death. This is a taboo no matter in any ethnic group.

Madara's chubby face was full of seriousness, Chinami also frowned, and the only person present who didn't quite understand the meaning was Takashi Natsume.

Natsume looked at Chinami, hesitating: "Are you... in pain? My house is not far from here..."

It turned out that he thought Chinami frowned because of the wound on her body.

Qian Naimei didn't intend to agree at first, but when she caught a glimpse of Fat Cat's vigilance, she immediately changed her mind and nodded happily: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

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When Chinami followed Natsume out of the forest, the food stalls at the festival were being closed one after another.

I didn't feel it before, but now I realize that it has been so long.

It was a bit too late, and Qian Nai couldn't help but pause.

Natsume in front of him immediately noticed something, turned around in doubt, and Madara, who was in his arms, also turned to look over: "What's wrong?"

"Hmm..." Qian Nai looked around at the other people walking home one after another, "It's so late, your family...is it alright?"

What she said was very vague, but Natsume immediately understood and laughed: "It's okay, uncle and aunt are still awake at this time. Besides, they will understand you when they see you like this."

He pointed at Chinami's face and arms, and the latter realized that she was covered in small wounds, and some places were covered with mud, which was no better than the extinct domeku ghost.

I guess it was scratched during the fight with Domeki before, and I haven't noticed it until now, and I didn't feel itchy and slightly painful until Natsume pointed it out.

As Natsume said, the two-story building marked "Fujiwara" was still glowing with a soft, warm light.

Natsume was about to take out the key to open the door, but the door had already been opened from the inside, and a middle-aged woman with gentle brows was holding the doorknob.

The woman saw Natsume first, and said with a smile, "I'm back." Then she saw Chinami behind Natsume, with a surprised look: "This is..."

Natsume's voice was a little tense: "Aunt Tazi, this is my friend. She accidentally fell and hurt herself at the festival..."

"Oh, come in quickly." Before Natsume could finish speaking, Toko Fujiwara moved away with distressed face, "Why did you fall like this?"

Chinami glanced at the nervous Natsume, and lied without blinking: "Good evening, Auntie. When I was watching the fireworks, I only focused on the sky, but accidentally stepped on a loose stone and rolled downhill. Please Auntie and Natsume-kun."

"No trouble, no trouble, let's clean up the wound first. I'll go get the medicine box."

Toko Fujiwara led Chinami into the living room, and after a while, Shigeru Fujiwara appeared with a newspaper.

He is a distant relative of Natsume Takashi, with a calm and kind personality. He doesn't care about the gossip among his relatives and decides to adopt Natsume, giving Natsume a stable and warm home.

He didn't say much after seeing Chinami, he just greeted her and Natsume, brought two glasses of water and left, as if he was afraid that he would make Chinami nervous, so he deliberately found an excuse to leave and leave space for the two young people.

Chinami withdrew her gaze from looking around, and looked at Natsume, who still looked a little nervous and annoyed.

Chinami lowered her voice: "Do you regret taking me home?"

She also didn't expect Natsume Takashi to live in a relative's house.

Natsume shook his head, and also lowered his voice to answer: "Aunt Tako and Uncle Zi are very good people, you don't have to worry."

Chinami couldn't help laughing, thinking he was very funny.

Of the two of them, he was the one who was more worried, so how could he comfort himself instead.

At this time, Aunt Toko had already returned with the medicine box, so there was no need to say anything else, and Chinami continued to put on a cute smile.

Because of her good looks and good temperament, she has always been easy to win the favor of others, especially when she smiles.

Sitting there, her back is straight, her hair is black and shiny, her skin is fair and delicate, she looks like the daughter of a well-educated family.

Aunt Toko was very relieved that Natsume finally brought her friend home, although there was a reason for bringing her home.

While treating Chinami's wound carefully and gently, she chatted with Chinami.

After all the wounds were healed, Aunt Toko knew that Chinami was a classmate of Natsume's former school. This time, she heard that there was a summer festival in the town, so she happened to reunite with Natsume.

"So it's an old classmate." Aunt Tazi packed the medicine box, looked at Natsume who had been fidgeting all the time, and smiled slightly, "Since you're here to play, do you have a place to stay at night? I'll clean up the guest room."

"Aunt Tazi..."

Before Natsume could finish speaking, Chinami politely declined: "No need, Auntie, I've disturbed your rest by coming here. I've already booked a hotel in town."

"In this case, Natsume, you can take her to the hotel." Aunt Toko looked at the night outside the window, "After all, it's not safe for a girl to walk alone at night."

In the end, Natsume held the flashlight in one hand and Madara the cat in the other, and walked down the street with Chinami again.

All the wounds on Chinami's body were cleaned up. The small wounds were sterilized with alcohol, and the larger wounds were covered with OK bandages. Even the dust on the slacks and shirts was wiped off by Aunt Tako with a towel.

"Your aunt is such a warm-hearted and kind person." Chinami couldn't help but sighed to Natsume.

Natsume nodded silently, and couldn't help smiling.

Before he left the house just now, not only was Aunt Tazi not blamed, but the other party was very pleased, saying that he finally saw Natsume's friend, which made her feel very relieved.Aunt Toko also asked Natsume to invite Chinami to play at home more in the future.

In fact, Natsume was beating drums in his heart when he invited Chinami to his uncle's house to treat the wound.

He always feels that he has troubled his uncle and aunt, is very disturbed, and is more likely to reveal things related to monsters.

Fortunately, Chinami cooperated very well, and her speech and conversation were perfect, as if she was really just an old classmate he met by chance. In fact, Natsume had no friends in so many schools in the past.

Natsume looked at Chinami Chang subconsciously, but she heard her laughing: "Your uncle and aunt are ordinary people, they can't see monsters, right?"

Natsume knew he couldn't hide it from her, so he had to admit it.

Qian Naimei saw through his thoughts at a glance: "Don't be nervous, I didn't leak my words just now, and I won't deliberately run in front of them to talk. I just think..."

"What do you think?" Natsume couldn't help asking, and got an inexplicable look back from the girl, "A person with such powerful spiritual power, would it be inconvenient for you to live with ordinary people?"

Natsume opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Qian Naimei: "How is it? Do you want to join the Chang family? Anyway, everyone in my family can see monsters, and we can have more common language with you."

Before Natsume could answer, Madara called out first: "Impossible! I don't agree! Give up, little girl! Natsume will never join your family! Your family!"

Before Madara had time to say any bad comments, Natsume covered her mouth in time.

He smiled apologetically at Qian Nami: "I'm sorry, I think...the Chang family and I still have very little in common."

Chinami understood after a little thought.

The last time Natsume Takashi sneaked into the Babe residence, he must have seen a lot of things.

People who like it have always liked the behavior of the Chang family, and those who don't like it can't agree with it.

"It's normal." Chinami shrugged, "It's up to you."

She deserved to be so brisk, without any embarrassment or anger of being rejected, but instead embarrassed Natsume: "I'm sorry, I..."

"What are you apologizing for?" Qian Nami interrupted him directly, and said strangely, "You didn't do anything wrong, did you?"

Natsume: "Although...but..."

Qian Naimei laughed again: "What's the matter, but. I just mentioned it casually, and I think you are very interesting. Don't say that you don't think you and our family have different styles of acting. I think you and our style of painting are different." Same."

Natsume didn't know what to say, so he smiled back at her.

At this moment, both of them heard a small voice shouting from the front left: "Master Natsume, Master Natsume..."

Natsume Takashi was taken aback, first glanced at the direction of the voice, then immediately turned to Chinami.

Qian Nai smiled at him, raised her hand to cover her eyes: "Oh, why can't I see anything?"

Natsume held back a smile and took a few steps forward: "Come out, she won't do anything to you."

The grass on the left front of the road moved, and the last half-human tall monster with a bull's head and a kimono appeared under the beam of the flashlight, holding a clay urn in his hand.

It was rare for the minotaur to ignore the bright eyes of Madara, just staring at the girl who was standing there, covering her eyes and motionless, and ran to Natsume in small steps, and asked loudly with what she thought was a low volume: "Master Natsume, are you okay? Listen Said that you were injured, I specially brought you medicinal wine to heal the wound! Didn’t this terrible exorcist do anything to you?!”

"what can I do."

"Wow!"

Niutou was startled by Chinami's sudden sound, he turned around and wanted to run but was stopped by Natsume: "Don't be afraid, she really can't do anything. And...it's not me who got hurt, it's Chang..."

"The field!!!" The minotaur monster hugged the clay urn in his arms tightly, as if he could absorb bravery and strength, "Is that the frightening field that is said to capture all the monsters it sees and eat them?!! !"

Chinami:? ? ?

Madara: "Hahahahahahaha!"

Natsume Takashi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he had to lift Mr. Cat, who was laughing so hard that he almost rolled down, before answering the Minotaur: "Although Chinami's surname is indeed the field, as far as I know, she doesn't eat monsters."

"Really?" The minotaur looked over suspiciously, the girl covering her eyes still stood there without moving, she seemed less scary than before, and there was no shadow mask around her that was said to capture the monster .

The minotaur finally chose to believe in Natsume-sama, and solemnly handed over the medicinal wine in his hand to him: "Although Natsume-sama's body was not injured, his mind must have been greatly traumatized. This pot of hundred-year-old medicinal wine can not only heal physical wounds, but also Purify the soul, please be sure to accept it, Natsume-sama!"

After finishing speaking, he carefully glanced at Chinami, his eyes fell on the OK bandages on the back of her hands and cheeks, and added in a low voice: "Natsume-sama can also enjoy it with your friends."

Natsume Takashi: "...Thank you."

The minotaur laughed, put the clay urn on the ground, bowed to Natsume with his arms folded, turned around and ran back into the grass

The traces of the swaying grass blades became farther and farther away, beyond the range of the flashlight in a short while, and completely disappeared into the distant darkness.

Before Natsume could move, Madara jumped down from his arms and urged Natsume: "Pick up the wine jar quickly, this medicinal wine tastes good, I haven't had it for a long time."

Natsume Takashi: "... Mr. Cat, is he not injured?"

"Who said there is no!" Madara stood up on her two stubby hind legs, waving her front paws, "Don't you know how long I wasted and how much delicious food I missed in order to help you save the girl from Chang's family?" Is it? My spirit has been greatly damaged!"

Natsume wanted to say something else, but Chinami had already put down her hands and walked to him: "If Fat Cat wants to drink, just give it to him. I don't drink anyway."

Madara wasn't happy yet, and was angry again when she heard her address: "Who is the fat cat! You should call me Madara-sama!"

Chinami glanced at the almost spherical body with eye spots, pretended not to hear anything, then turned to Natsume and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a good relationship with youkai."

Youmao, a high-ranking monster, volunteered to be his bodyguard, and the other monsters even sent medicinal wine to him when they heard that he was injured.

She is famous for this kind of demon wine, and it is said that it is a rare treasure even among monsters.

Natsume was at a loss for words when he thought of the ruthless methods of the Chang family against monsters and the eyes of Chinami.

Fortunately, the other party smiled quickly and turned his eyes away: "The hotel I live in is ahead, thank you for sending me this way."

"It's nothing."

Chinami rummaged through her pocket, found a small card and handed it over.

Natsume took a look and found that it turned out to be a commission to eliminate demons.

Madara, who was circling around the medicinal wine, saw it, and immediately the cat all over his body exploded: "What do you mean!"

It's a pity that this time, both Natsume and Qian Naimei ignored him in the same way.

Qian Naimei: "Call this number if you have any questions. Some things cannot be handled by monsters, and it is more convenient for people to do them."

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Natsume hesitated for a while, and finally accepted the business card, because Chinami winked at him: "I thought we were friends."

friend……

Although he used this term as an excuse many times tonight, Natsume never thought that Chinami Ma would offer this intention.

I don't know why, but he feels that Ma Jingji is very dangerous, and it's better not to get involved, but Ma Chinami doesn't feel this way.

Probably because of their close age relationship?

Moreover, Chinami has no use for the shikigami of Changjia, which undoubtedly makes Natsume Takashi's attitude towards her more natural.

Chinami originally wanted to leave a protective charm for Natsume.

It's just that she touched her pocket and found that all the spells had been used up in the fight against Domeki, and Madara was watching from the side and was about to pounce on him, so she finally gave up this almost provocative move and waved goodbye to Natsume Takashi.

Tonight was truly a magical night for her.

Not only was she saved by a monster, but she also witnessed the friendship between a human and a monster.

Natsume Takashi is really an interesting person.

... No wonder my brother is so interested in him.

Thinking of Ma Jingji, he thought of Domeki, and thinking of Domeki, Chinami rushed back to Mamoto's house early the next morning.

Before he even had time to eat breakfast, Zhang Jingsi, who found him first, reported the good news to him: "Brother, brother!"

Ma Jingji, who was wearing a black kimono, was standing under the porch looking at the courtyard, when he heard Chinami's voice and turned around, his brows immediately frowned.

Chinami stopped abruptly, not knowing what went wrong.

Soon, Zhang Jingsi personally answered her doubts: "How did you make it like this?"

"what?"

Chang Jingsi came over, bent down and reached for his hand, touched the hemostatic patch on Chinami's cheek, then moved his palm down to touch the one on the back of his hand: "That monster should be Bai|Fenpo, right? An intermediate-level monster who is not good enough , how did you make it like this?"

When he said these words, his brows never loosened, and there was a displeasure in his red pupils.

Qian Naimei hurriedly told the good news to win the favor of the elder brother: "Because the real mastermind behind the scenes is the Domeki! Brother, the Domeki is dead! You don't need to hang around the spell anymore!"

I thought that Chang Jingsi would show off his face when he heard the news, but he didn't expect his face to become even more gloomy: "Hundred ghosts? So you are alone, without even bringing a shikigami or disciple, and without notifying me, you and that Big monsters of this level head-to-head?"

Qian Nai was dumbfounded, she bowed her head under Chang Jingsi's cold face, her hands were behind her back and they were mixed together, the initial joy disappeared without a trace.

She heard Zhang Jingsi above her head take a deep breath, and he touched the wound on his cheek again.

After letting go of his hands this time, Di Chang Jingsi's tone has returned to his usual low and calm: "Apart from these minor injuries, are there any other injuries?"

Chinami shook her head, and told the whole process honestly, emphasizing that Madara came in time and she was not injured.

"You just insisted on staying where you are because of an outsider?" Zhang Jingsi's voice could not distinguish between emotions and anger.

Chinami swallowed, hesitated for a second between telling the truth or lying, and finally chose the former: "I...not just for Natsume-kun, after seeing Domeki, my first reaction was that she died, brother There is no need to worry about…”

In the end, Natsume Takashi's weight couldn't be more important than Chang Jingji's in her heart.

In order to buy time for Natsume to escape, it was just by the way. When I heard that he would call Madara over, Chinami immediately felt that there was hope to kill Domeki this time, so she...

Time dragged on extraordinarily long at this moment.

Chinami only felt that it had been a year before she heard Chang Jingji sigh deeply.

Then his head sank, and a warm palm covered his head: "Don't do this again in the future. Your safety is more important to me than anything else."