[Comprehensive] The record of shrinking the world

"It seems that someone is talking about it." Abe Seimei, who was being read by Yuan Boya, waved the folding fan in his hand with a smile on his face, and looked at the little monster flying around.

"But it's a pity that I didn't choose the master for you. We have to stand here and wait for a while."

The little girl in a beautiful red kimono nodded obediently, raised her head, and carefully looked at the door in front of her.

Compared with when she was visiting the ghost market just now, she seems to have grown up a lot, her age has jumped from 2 to 3 years old to 4 to 5 years old, and there is a tendency to grow taller as she breathes.

Two people, one tall and one short, stood at the door like this, silently acting as the door gods, listening to all kinds of power fluctuations coming out of it without making a sound.

"It's not yet time..."

Whenever Zashiki Doji's searching eyes fell on him, Abe Seimei would lightly tap the fan in his hand and answer with a smile.

There is a clear moon-like smile on that pretty face, making people or monsters uncontrollably believe in each other.

So, Zashiki Warouji, who was still a little worried, finally nodded, and continued to stare at the gate with his head up.

Abe Seimei thought for a while, and gently pulled the clothes on his body, making it more wrinkled.

If Yuan Boya inside knew that he had stood outside for so long, the folds of his clothes had been smoothed out, and he hadn't gone in yet, he would definitely be very angry.

It seems like it will be troublesome.

Thinking of this, Abe Seimei walked a few more steps, recorded the texture of the folds on his body, and then returned to the door.

Qingfengmingyue still had a smile on her face.

At this time, the people inside the door didn't know that the guy I was thinking about was just a door away, waiting to watch a good show with peace of mind.

Yuan Boya was still running with the child in his arms.

The maids and women who existed before seem to have disappeared, and only a ghost-like boy with hair flying around, a man sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, and a soul that seems to be in danger, watching The boy who is almost gone.

The little child poked his head out of Yuan Boya's embrace, watched the young man dodge several attacks from the hair with quick movements, and blinked his eyes silently.

Until this time, the airflow surrounding this house seemed to be blown away by something, finally revealing the real atmosphere of the house.

In this house, only the young girl and the man lying on the ground are ghosts, and the little boy is probably just the soul that was forcibly left behind.Those people before, just like this blooming garden, are illusions constructed by the beautiful girl Li Gui with her own abilities.

The little child closed his eyes tightly instead, and began to use his brain hard.

As soon as he started to think seriously, his mind was instantly filled with a lot of knowledge, which shocked the young child's brain and made him dizzy.

In any period of time before this time, when encountering such a situation, the world will decisively choose to escape and give up thinking.

After all, in his cognition.As the will of the world, he will not be able to truly accept this knowledge and transform it into his own until he is about 10 years old.

Otherwise, this body constructed from the pure source will collapse because it cannot bear it—after all, even in the world, something like this pure source can only make a foundation when constructing the body prototype of life.

The only way to do it is to let the prototype of life absorb the surrounding energy by itself, purify it, and then grow.

Therefore, the world has never thought much about having to touch that knowledge before the age of 10.He only needs to know some common sense, and according to his instinct as a world, he can live well in his own world.

after all.

"No one is more beloved by the world than the world."

But this time the situation is different. This time, this world called Xiao or does not exist in the world in which he was born, but has entered the realm of another world's will.

As for why not directly ask for help from the will of this world...

——Although that world will and his compatriot look like twins, it is one and the same thing that the two people's personalities are completely incompatible.The point is that he has no way to contact the other party now!

Thinking this way, the young child gritted his teeth and endured the pain, selected some of the knowledge he needed to enter his mind, and then decisively exchanged for what was equivalent to the knowledge... "inevitable".

The young child closed his eyes tightly, and the silver halo emanated from his body like a wave, penetrating everything invisible, and then...

It turned into an illusion, slipped back to the main house quietly, and turned into the shape of a hand to grab the only hair that didn't stick out of the crazy girl standing in the center of the room.

The next moment, that strand of hair was pulled off all at once, and the mad girl knelt down as if she had suffered some fatal blow. The hair flying around broke and fell into the void, disappearing.

She covered her head in pain and despair, and slammed her head on the table in front of her frantically, but strangely, no blood came out——

But it's actually quite normal.

She has been a monster for hundreds of years, if just such a bump can knock her blood out, then it will be strange what is going on with her strength.

Sighing like a grown-up in the world, he recalled the knowledge he had acquired during the process of thinking just now.

If the clothes he was wearing appeared after the Heian period, then the clothes worn by the women in this house appeared before this era with Abe Seimei.

That was in the past, the very popular wide-sleeved skirts in the Sui Dynasty in China, and spread to Japan after a brief period of glory, and Japan followed this trend for a few years.

Later, China's aesthetics became narrow-sleeved skirts again, and Japanese skirts also underwent some changes.

All in all, the style of clothing worn by the women of this house is hundreds of years old.

Thinking in this way, the silver-haired child tilted his head, jumped out from Yuan Boya's arms who had sensed his extraordinaryness long ago and loosened his clenched hands, and ran up to the girl with a rattling sound.

After thinking about it, he handed the doll in front of the other party, and then lay down on the table, half of his face was squeezed out of shape by the table, and he spoke in an indistinct voice.

"Miss, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

bed time story……?

Not to mention Yuan Boya, who was shocked by the sudden turn of the plot, even the female ghost who was vaguely guessing was a little surprised by this sentence.

However, the female ghost was more surprised by the doll that the world handed over.

She took the doll carefully, and gently stroked it twice in her hand.

"This is... a doll I made for my child..."

The color used was the most vivid and beautiful red, like the most delicate peony blooming in late spring and early summer.

It has faded to a grayish pink-purple now.

The girl suddenly fell silent.

She began to tell the story.

In a certain era, the most glorious branch of the Matsushita family was so sparse that there was only one daughter left. The patriarch, the father of the girl, had already started to investigate suitable male recruits a long time ago.

Then, in a certain flower festival, the bright and charming girl, Genhime of the Matsushita family, had a conversation with Dr. Ito across the screen, and Dr. Ito began to enter the Matsushita's house.

This was originally a good thing. Even when Yan Ji heard that Dr. Ito already had a son who was a few years old, her father was still firm about the marriage, and Yan Ji herself only cared a little bit. , but not as much as her love.

Soon, Yan Ji was pregnant.

However, this is not the end of the beautiful story, but the beginning of all stories.

Because, shortly after Yan Ji became pregnant, her father died when the bullock cart overturned, flew off the bridge, and passed away.

After helping Yan Ji deal with his father's funeral and the irresponsible coachman, Dr. Ito quickly started to get busy with his own affairs, and his original gentle attitude also changed.

Yan Ji didn't realize it until a long time later when Dr. Ito said that she moved to a remote place to raise the children in her stomach, but she didn't care about the housewarming at all, and even let the onmyoji torment her. change in the opponent's attitude.

Yan Ji is a smart girl. After being blinded by love, she quickly figured out everything, whether the other party wants to use her father's connections, or something else, in short...to be favored The person was not her in the first place.

So, she made a deal with the ghost on the mountain not far away, which changed the location of the ghost market, and decided to use this as an excuse to kill him quietly.

It was supposed to be like this.

Unexpectedly, the ghost market that night affected a traveling boy. He got lost with his servant, came all the way to this house, and knocked on the door.

And was let in by the benevolent Yan Ji's wet nurse.

And that boy is Dr. Ito's... son.

Yan Ji subconsciously stroked her flat belly, her voice became softer and softer.

"later……"

The next moment Shi Shi tilted his head and seriously planned to listen to the following story, the male ghost who had fallen quietly on the ground suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the place where the two were sitting.

The silver-haired child shrank his pupils instantly, stretched out his hand and overturned the tea table, pushing Yan Ji away.

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Well, there is probably another update in the morning, and then enter v at 7.9:0 am on July [-]th, the old rules start at [-]... I will work hard

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