I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

The next day, Kiemon flew back to Tokyo from Shikoku, and Kurokawa went to pick up the plane. Kiemon used Tanuki's transformation leaf and turned into a fat man of two hundred catties—whether it was a cat or a cat. Man, this weight is iconic.

I was also accompanied by Kurita. The last time I saw Kurita was a thin literary youth. This time during the trip to Shikoku, it seemed that he had been fed fat at Tanuki's house, and his weight also tended to develop horizontally.

But what was beyond Kurokawa's imagination was that Kiemon and Kurita brought back nine boxes.

Heichuan counted, the two of them had four hands, and the extra boxes were kicking and running.

He held the pick-up card: "This is too exaggerated."

"A big star travels with very little luggage."

Kiemon stinky fart.

Heichuan bowed down, "You are quite self-aware."

"However, in Tokyo, Monster Catch Century is still very popular. I'm afraid you will still have to return to Shikoku soon."

"Let's talk about the future, go home first."

Among the nine boxes, five are Kiemon's daily necessities and props, two are Kurita's work equipment and travel equipment, and the remaining two are gifts from Kiemon to Kurokawa.

Kurokawa said: "It's quite thoughtful."

Kiemon had an expression of "you're only here now", "I have some food and things to play with, I brought them here for you if I thought it was interesting."

"However, we haven't seen each other for several months."

"I miss you."

Kiemon is very straightforward.

Kurokawa put his hands together and bowed: "Then thank you for thinking about me, and I am very grateful to Mr. Kiemon for taking care of me."

These suitcases were found in a slightly larger car and transported back to the street where the rental house is located. On the way back, Kurokawa saw two children from Rifang’s family playing on the road. Kiemon greeted him and was taken by the two children. Ask: "Uncle, who are you?"

Kiemon is still alive.

The car stopped at the door, and the master helped to send the luggage into the house.

Kurita followed them back to the rental house.

After entering the room, I looked around and asked: "The area is not bad, although it is a bit old, the price should not be low."

Kurokawa said the price.

Kurita was surprised: "Is it so low?"

Kurokawa: "Well, because there have been murders here before, the price is naturally lower."

He also lived with Miss Wakana for a while.

Kurita took a strategic step back, although he knew that Kiemon was a youkai—but youkai and ghosts were still different.The latter is a frequent guest in horror movies, and I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

Then he pretended nothing happened and continued to walk in.

Hands together.

Bending and bowing all around.

"If you offend, please don't take offense."

After a few months, Kiemon finally returned to his happy nest. He chanted a spell with his hands tied together, and then a burst of mist flashed by, and he turned into that fat cat again, and took a deep breath. : "It's better to become a cat, Kurokawa, what are you talking about?"

Heichuan pushed out the divine body of the fairy: "Didn't you say you want a divine weapon?"

Kiemon opened his mouth wide, surprised: "No."

The branches and leaves in this small black flower pot are green and full of vitality.

Kiemon shook his head quickly: "No way!"

"How can you contract a god...I mean it is absolutely impossible."

"And if the gods want to use power, they can only contract human souls."

Kurokawa raised his hand: "I know what you mean."

He first drew three icons horizontally on the paper, an ocean, a human, and a cat.

"I heard you talk about this modern belief in the birth and death of gods and the way they use power."

"Faith is the sea, the human soul is the spoon, and the gods use the spoon to influence human beings."

"Kiemon, you can only mobilize extraordinary, god-like power through humans."

He added another twig between the human and the cat: "Once we analyze this formula, we can know that the gods do not directly control the extraordinary power - but indirectly through the human soul."

He thought for a while: "It's similar to borrowing."

"If it's borrowing, it doesn't matter how many programs there are in the middle, as long as it borrows power."

"One indirect is indirect, two indirect is still indirect, there is no difference."

Kiemon circling anxiously: "Although I said that, I haven't heard of a god contracting another god to make a divine weapon."

Kurokawa poked the branch: "It's just an experiment."

"Anyway, Kiemon doesn't want to disturb the normal cycle of life and death for other souls."

"I can only use this small branch to display my strength."

Hei Chuan pushed the fairy body out: "Try?"

"I heard that the story of the fairy has already been performed in a theater in Ginza. Presumably more and more people will know his name in the future."

"Kiemon will be even stronger by then."

He smiled slightly, as if he was happy for Kiemon.

It seems that he didn't realize what he was doing taboo.

So far, there are still many believers in Faerie worshiping Him at home every day, using Faerie's teachings to explain their outlook on life and the world, and using Faerie's metaphors to face the tribulations in life, sincerely and sincerely.

"As for other people or gods."

"Just being strong is enough."

"Why do you care what they think?"

God is a slightly larger spoon.

People, demons, gods, there has never been any difference.

Kiemon hesitated for a moment.

"But I only know how to contract human souls—I don't know if it can work on the souls of gods."

This rental house is three meters high, and the walls are still the off-white wallpaper that was pasted during the Chinese New Year last year, but it also has a faint yellow color due to the ravages of time.

The TV was still the small color TV that had been installed when I first rented it six years ago, with two antennas plugged into it.At the beginning, Ms. Wakana didn’t like a house that was too quiet. Whenever night fell, she would quietly turn on the TV, and the stinging signal sound would jump out along with the color screen. Later, Kiemon moved here and walked up and down the house every day. Meowing from left to right, inside and out, it is very lively without TV.

However, when Kurokawa lived alone, he rarely opened it.

During these months, day or night, the house was always as silent as death.

Now this small color TV screen reflects a little light, which gradually expands.

"Give it to you who are displaced and return to the uncertain."

"The place of finality."

"My name is Kiemon."

"Hold the name taboo, stop here."

An ancient and cumbersome font gradually formed in the air.

It is a word for "immortal".

"The name is an immortal, and the instrument is an immortal."

The twig in the flowerpot extruded a halo of light, fell into Kiemon's paw, and then turned into a cat bell hanging on Kiemon's neck.

"Fairy."

Kiemon called his name.

A child of indeterminate gender appeared in the room. He was about six or seven years old. Unlike ordinary artifacts, he was wearing a white silk kimono, which looked a bit expensive.

"ah……"

"What the hell is this thing?"

Kiemon remembered that Kurokawa said that the fairy is a black mist with no fixed shape.

Kurokawa searched his mobile phone and found a photo of the costume in the Ginza Theater. The fairy is played by a little boy in white satin clothes and a green laurel crown. "It seems to be based on this impression."

"After the original fairy died."

"A fairy has been piled up again in the sea of ​​human consciousness."

Senki stood in the room, looked around blankly, and then said to Kiemon: "I am a god, and you are a god."

"How can you make a contract with me?"

He stretched out his wrist, with a fairy character printed on it.

Kiemon scratched his head, "Well... just want to try?"

The child's gaze was very pure. If a slightly older woman stood in front of him, she might not be able to hold the child in her arms and comfort her softly.

Kurokawa stood up.

Kiemon noticed that in that short moment, the atmosphere became tense. The fairy looked at Kurokawa with a gloomy expression, and Kurokawa stared at the fairy not knowing what he was thinking.

Kurokawa looked at the fairy, and asked Kiemon: "How do you feel?"

"Are you ok?"

Kiemon nodded: "It's not bad... This device is used to make a sound that can confuse people. It is like a puppet to control human beings or other existences."

"Hahaha and the performance of the fairy are still somewhat similar."

Heichuan then asked the fairy: "What about you?"

Xian Ling avoided Hei Chuan's eyes. He didn't remember Hei Chuan, but his instinct was very contradictory: "Who are you, I didn't ask to talk to you."

Kurokawa: "I... was the one who killed you in my previous life."

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Kiemon yelled in his heart that something was wrong.

After becoming a god, he knew some unspoken rules about gods and artifacts.

The most important thing about artifacts is.

Souls designated as artifacts usually lose their memories of life.

Become pure white and flawless.

But if the memory of death is recalled, something horrific will happen.

"……kill me?"

The little boy's voice became hoarse.

His body soared, crushing the kimono on his body, and his whole body turned into a towering ancient tree in the tropical rainforest, growing around the wall, his skin turned dark green, black to blue, and became hard again. Squeeze out from under the black blood vessels, blinking and blinking.

Brush la la.

Qi Qi stared at Kurokawa.

In this short moment, Kurita, who was leaning against the door, ran for his life like a frying pan, and the branch of the fairy shot out like a sharp sword, and then was cut off by Kurokawa.

Kiemon felt as if his body was being burned by flames, and large black spots spread all over his body, and he began to shed his hair, a lot of it fell off.

Hei Chuan held Cong Yunya with the tip of the knife pointing up.

After the fairy mutated, he knew that he should have said some taboo words, but he didn't understand why this kind of "kill you" words would cause a chain reaction and make Kiemon suffer from this kind of pain.

Artifacts are artifacts.

God is god.

What does the artifact have to do with the gods?

Hei Chuan felt that this fairy was useless and abolished it.

He slashed straight at the tree trunk of the fairy, and countless shrill cries of men and women rang out, piercing the eardrums.

"It hurts—it hurts—it hurts—"

Countless black mist rose from Cong Yunya's snow-white knife, like a blazing flame.

Corroding the deformed body of the fairy inch by inch.

Melt him inch by inch.

Heichuan couldn't remember whether he killed him in this way last time.

But whatever.

The second knife cut vertically.

Before the blade was about to fall, the fairy's distorted body shrank quickly, turning into a little boy with his arms folded, rolling on the ground in pain, with an eye on the back of his spine that couldn't be retracted in time, spinning around.

Enduring the pain, the little boy opened his arms and pressed back the eyes on his back.

The skin is back to normal.

He opened his eyes, still carrying the red demonic nature.

The eyeballs swayed up and down, in extreme fear.

"sorry Sorry!"

"I won't make that mistake again."

Kiemon, who was shedding hair, got better. He shook his shoulders. Fortunately, his priesthood was here, and the cat hair grew back.

Kiemon never thought that the divine weapon could be transformed back after being corrupted—in layman's terms, being corrupted means transforming into a monster, causing irreversible damage to the whole body.

Hmm... irreversible.

Seeing that everything was back to normal, Kurokawa put Cong Yunya back into the scabbard.

As the instigator of everything at this moment, Heichuan should think of some beautiful words and words full of logic to coax the fairies to join them.

But Kurokawa couldn't figure it out.

He only felt that the fairy was unlucky, and he was killed by him because of bad luck, and then turned into a divine weapon, so he had to listen to another new god.

He believed that the fairy also had a very deep understanding of all this.

He said to the fairy: "Although I don't know how much you remember."

"But I'm sorry, I can only say that maybe you are unlucky."

"Then I can only trouble you to continue to be an artifact."