[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Chapter 60 Onmyoji

It seems that it was Qing Xingdeng who spoke, which emboldened the others, asking questions one after another:

"Did you become a monster because you were eaten?"

"It's so pitiful...was it dismembered..."

"Brother found out the truth, and died of guilt and starvation?"

Stories like this are not uncommon.

People with extremely strong spiritual power will turn into monsters when they die with strong resentment. It is said that Shuten-douji came in this way. Of course, no one knows how true or false this legend is.Thinking about it this way, it would make sense to say that the spiritual beings that took human form were eaten and died and turned into monsters.

Is this the origin of Yagami?

Qing Xingdeng rested her chin, this posture made her reveal a slender wrist, which looked white and soft, as if it would break if she was stronger, it was really beautiful - it's a pity that someone didn't feel it.

Elan was a little frustrated.

It seems that many people don't understand... Could it be that his level of storytelling is the same as Ebisu's?

This must not be true.

Elan tried harder to recall the knowledge he had learned and the intermittent past, and his voice gradually became empty, "The elder brother is the shackles and shackles of the younger brother, and he is the 'master' of the younger brother. When he really wants to help travelers, the younger brother will Lost protection. The traveler killed his brother and cut his neck. The blood of the spirit gushed out, and the thick fragrance enveloped the entire mountain, and the dead gradually came back to life in this fragrance.

"When the traveler saw this scene, he was overjoyed, and immediately ended his life, became a 'dead', inhaled the aroma to 'resurrect', and left contentedly.

"Other Su Sheng's deceased staggered towards his brother's body. Most of them were people who fell off the cliff while gathering herbs in the deep mountains. Their limbs were mutilated, so they took away his hair, limbs, and body respectively..."

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Erlan looked around, happy to find it more appealing to say this way.

However, it's not the kind of "eating" that bites flesh and blood, but it still feels like something is missing.

This story is based on one of the records I saw in Qingming's study.

Rejuvenation incense.

The spiritual things are also, the fragrance can be smelled for hundreds of miles, and the dead body is on the ground, and the breath is alive.

The older brother is kind to the younger brother, or the younger brother is attached to the older brother. In short, the soul-returning incense that thousands of people desire takes the form of a human being. As the older brother, the younger brother lives with him and recognizes him as the master. Because of his own characteristics, the two Both brothers are in good health.

It's a pity that the peaceful and beautiful life was broken after all.

Facing everyone's sympathetic expressions, Elan suddenly remembered something and said, "Remember, I'm not the younger brother in this story." Before everyone was ashamed, Elan said again, "It's just that the experience is somewhat similar to his. "When he said these words, his expression was indifferent, even if he was sitting in the room, he seemed to be looking down from a high place.

Like a cloud.

Do not test humanity.

Pretending to be terminally ill, lingering on the bed every day, to test whether the family relationship is consistent; to use huge interests and threats as bait, to test whether the friendship is strong and unyielding; to let a young and beautiful woman seduce her husband, to test whether the love is steadfast... Sorry for the temptation.

As a god of darkness, its own existence can strengthen people's evil thoughts, if you provoke it a little more——

An erratic look, a faint smile, an intimate gesture... As long as he wants to, he can easily disturb his fate.

Occasionally, the Dark Gods also meet really good people.

No matter what kind of provocations can shake his heart, no matter what encounters can't blacken his soul, he will always be honest and tolerant, brave and just, and always willing to believe and help others—the darling of the God of Light, it seems that he will never fall... ...but only "seems".

The dark god turned into a child in distress, was rescued as expected, and then lived with his benefactor.

Miserable life experience, handsome appearance, young and thin, sensible and polite... When looking at you, the wholehearted piety makes those black eyes incredibly bright, better than the stars in the night sky.Such a child was cruelly killed and his body was desecrated because of you once leading a wolf into the house...

There is a gap in the heart, and evil can infect it.

Successful.

This is a rare experience that does not open a gap from love, and the Dark God is deeply impressed.

Even in the present of amnesia, there are hazy outlines, and through this hundred monogatari, a new story is organized.

The juvenile-looking big monster still looks so weak and elegant, and few people can see his deep essence. Among the people present, the one who feels the danger of him the most is Gu Cage Huo—so in Elan When he turned his face to indicate that it was his turn again, the little monster started crying:

"A few months ago, I met a lost young lady who was covered in blood and had bat wings behind her..."

The second candle went out.

All the people who came to participate in Hundred Stories seemed to be prepared. The stories they told were different, some were sad, some were scary, some were weird... Elan held his chin and listened with gusto, exclaiming from time to time along with the crowd. Echoing, occasionally asking questions, clearly immersed.

Dark and indoor, time is blurred, a night seems to have passed, and it seems to be far from over, no one cares, everyone is very excited to join in the story, the candles are extinguished one by one, finally, No.90 A candle was also blown out.

The only light source came to the center of the crowd.

Qing Ji's lamp.

A childish voice said timidly: "Master Qing Ji, are you telling a story tonight?"

Soon someone responded:

"Let's talk, let's talk!"

"There are only 99 people here!"

"I want to hear more about Master Qing Ji's voice."

Elan asked Gu Longhuo in a low voice, "Can a person only tell one story?"

"Huh?" The little monster opened his eyes wide, "But, everyone only talks about one thing every time."

Elan changed the question, "How can I be invited?"

"If you tell the story well, Master Qing Ji will invite you again."

"..."

Thinking of the audience's reaction, Elan was not very confident.

Could it be that he can only participate in such a fun Hundred Stories once?

"Since everyone wishes so much, let me tell you about one." When Qing Xingdeng's soft voice sounded, the room fell silent, only the woman's hoarse voice flowed slowly, "On the road to Huangquan, there is only one kind of flower..."

The other side flower.

The color is bright red like blood, and the open shape is like a flame, covering the river.

And the banshee named Bianhua is just like this sea of ​​flowers, gorgeous and dignified, treacherous and moving.

Qing Xingdeng tells the story of Bi Anhua and a human man.

Elan's thoughts wandered.

It is said that in the game of Hundred Monogatari, if the hundredth story is told, something terrible will happen.Many people believe that this means that the gate to the underworld will be opened and everyone will be pulled into the underworld together. ——Well, what does the underworld look like?Are the other shore flowers growing on the banks of Huangquan really so beautiful?

Elan became curious.

The lamp went out.

There was a little light from the sky outside the latticed door.

Is the night over?

Qing Xingdeng stood up slowly, her two long and straight legs were dazzlingly white, her voice was like a sigh, and she said with a sigh: "Then, the Hundred Stories hosted by my concubine is over."

"Can't tell another story?" Elam asked.

Qing Xingdeng looked at the boy who had been paying attention all night, "No way." Qing Xingdeng walked towards Yagami, stroked the boy's fair cheek with his slender fingers, and there was an indescribable mystery in his smile, "If you I like Baimonu, who is a concubine, so I can come again next time."

There were voices of envy all around. Some people thought it was unfair, but they didn't dare to say it out loud. It's not like they haven't seen Elan's strength before, and his story...well, the story is not bad?

The riot soon stopped on its own.

Just when everyone thought it was time to leave, a candle was lit.

Elan smiled brightly, and his voice jumped up, "Sorry, I really want to know what will happen after telling a hundred stories."

Without waiting for others to react, the boy quickly started talking: "In Kyoto, a "spiritual disappearance" occurred, and many beautiful girls disappeared..."

That's right, when he was on the scene, he took out the demon fox and talked about it.

I don't know how the demon fox will react after knowing this.

Qing Xingdeng waved his sleeves, but the candle was not extinguished. With the faint light, one could see a small barrier outside the candle, blocking the attack.Qing Xingdeng changed his mind, and there were only two big monsters left in the room, and the others were moved away without a sound.

Ah, she remembered the past again.

A long time ago, the banshee at this time was just an ordinary human girl—a girl who likes ghost stories very much, whether she tells others or listens to others, she likes it very much... She likes it so much that she said taboo things regardless of persuasion Hundredth story.

Since then, she has never seen the sunrise again.

Qingxingdeng, which can only come and go at night, is still telling stories today.

However, many years of practice are useful after all. As long as you can get back the lost green lantern that is most suitable for her, it will be able to appear in the daytime, right?

That was the blue lantern at hand on the night when she turned into a monster.

Will Yagami become the same kind?

Qing Xingdeng propped his chin, the curve of the corners of his lips seemed a bit playful.

The candle is extinguished.

It was as if an invisible door was opened, and the ghostly atmosphere filled the air. In an instant, they were in Huangquan, beside the Santu River, and a large number of Bianhua flowers bloomed, dyeing the entire river red. The shape of the flowers is extremely beautiful, as if praying to the sky hand, with a ghostly breath.

flower of death.

"it's beautiful……"

Elan's whispering was interrupted, and a young man in white appeared in front of him, frowning tightly, with a serious expression, "Who are you? Why did you break into the underworld?" After him, came a young man in black, looking relaxed , "Ghost Shibai, don't run so fast—"

The huge sickle pointed at the two, "Who are you?"

Qing Xingdeng was waiting for an answer, the light flickered, and a small paper crane flew out of Elan's body, hanging in the air.

He murmured: "Qingming?"

A strange magic circle suddenly appeared around the paper crane, Seimei, Kagura and Yasha suddenly appeared.

Seeing Brother Guishi, the silver-haired onmyoji shook his head helplessly, looked at Elan, and sighed, "I knew it would turn out like this."

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