This is much easier to talk about.

Kikyo nodded with a kind smile and said, "The villagers at the foot of the mountain told me that a god recently came to ask them for a tribute, but there was no mention of your existence, which means that you haven't cared about their life or death for a long time. ”

"It's they who forgot to pay tribute in the first place!" Speaking of this, the little old man seemed to have a hard reason, and said indignantly: "I simply forgot my existence!" ”

"Tribute? I'm afraid it's your lion who opens his mouth wide. Kikyo smiled kindly.

"Humph!" The little old man snorted, and he didn't want to say anything because he was so angry that he forgot the terrible thing about the bellflower.

Speaking of which, the gods are petty.

I remember that there was a time in Journey to the West, because he accidentally knocked over the fruit of the Jade Emperor, he happened to pass by here, and the Jade Emperor, who was ready to enjoy it, was furious and ordered the Dragon King not to rain for many years, resulting in a great drought, and the people on the land wailed to the sky, and countless road deaths.

This kind of god is disrespectful.

"Let's talk about it, what's going on." Kikyo asked, letting go of his hand.

Since the little old man confessed, he poured beans into the bamboo tube and talked about what happened.

That monster was originally a little demon in his mountains.,Perennial companion with him.,So familiar with the shrine and his background.,Some time ago.,After suddenly disappearing and coming back.,When you're drunk and drinking.,Design to take away his artifact.,Seal him.。

In asking others, it's also in vain.

Kikyo was a little disappointed, and somewhat thought that this guy would know something.

However,The kind of protagonist who goes out,You can meet the progress of key clues.,It's not any expectation itself.,This time,Kikyo is ready for a long-term battle.。

Let go of the mountain god, return the artifact, and inform him that the monster has been destroyed by himself.

Kikyo returns with a group of people on a ride to the Dead Soul Worm.

The village, which was originally a bit gloomy, was surprised to see the children come back.

After telling him that the youkai had been eliminated and that there would be no need to pay tribute in the future, the village fell into a sea of ecstasy, and his eyes were full of gratitude and admiration as he looked at Kikyo.

I couldn't push it, I was pulled by the enthusiastic villagers, around the bonfire, and started a lively and simple and primitive banquet, although the wine was a little muddy, but it had a different taste...

Watching Ling and the little guys in the village join hands in a circle and dance the bonfire dance accompanied by the ghost crying wolf howl, the red light is printed on the beautiful face of the bellflower, and the smile on the corner of the mouth is a little delicate...

Stay overnight in the village tonight and leave tomorrow morning.

In modern times, in the same late night, the moon hangs high in the air...

The starlight is a little sparse, and under the bright city lights, the traffic is constantly shuttling.

Lunye's body has been retrieved by his family, and the morgue is left alone with Starry Night Zi, whose body has been repaired, stitched together, and restored to masculine features, and the pale face looks unusually fragile.

The incandescent lamp suddenly lit up, and after a series of flashes, it ushered in an uninvited guest.

The white-haired boy ghostly pierced through the wall and came to Starry Night's bed, floating in mid-air, his single eye full of playfulness under his oblique bangs.

"This grievance, qualified, it will be you, Miss Xingye Zi."

As he spoke, the young man reached out and covered his other eye, which was not visible under his hair, and when he put it down, he already had a blood-red gem in his hand.

Killing Stone!

The gem departed, levitating above the face of the starry night, blooming with an evil aura...

In a moment, the transparent spirit body detached from the body of Starry Night Zi, and quickly wound towards the gem, and in a moment, it gradually condensed.

The resentful spirit floating in the air suddenly opened his eyes, a small killing stone in the center of his eyebrows, blood-red eyes and pure black eyes intertwined, it looked extremely weird, and after a distortion on his face, Starry Night Zi looked at the girl coldly, and said coldly: "Who are you!" ”

"Kazuhiro Santugawa, a junior high school student, thirteen years old, is a ghost."

Santuhe and Hiroshi smiled.

Faced with some unexpected self-introduction, Xingye Zi was silent for a while, and said, "What are you looking for me for?" ”

"Kill Huangquan."

Kazuhiro was still smiling.

Hearing this, Xingye Zi showed a confused expression and asked, "Who is Huangquan?" ”

"The woman who killed you." And macro smiled.

Starry Night Zi fell silent, half loud, and the smile on the corner of her mouth bloomed wildly.

This is a temple mourning hall, in Japan, funerals are generally presided over by monks, that is, monks, the deceased are the greatest, chanting sutras to ensure that they can become Buddhas and ascend to heaven, which is the only consolation for the remaining living.

In a solemn black, in the center of the mourning hall, the coffin is placed on it, surrounded by white bouquets, and the color photos of Lun are also smiling sunny and handsome...

The great monk in front of him sang scriptures of unknown meaning in a low voice, and in the heavy, solemn and sleepy scene, Lunye's parents, who were kneeling on the side, looked at the worshippers with expressionless faces.

Each one comes and is a repeat of words.

"Please mourn and be happy, we are sorry."

"Please mourn and change, Lun is also a good boy."

"Please mourn and change, and your life will go on."

"Please mourn and change..."

"Please mourn and change..."

People are dead, is it still useful to talk about this?

Numbly bowed mechanically and politely to each visitor, then knelt down, followed by standing up, and so on.

Lun was relieved...

But in front of him, there are still people who are suffering great grief.

Love or something, it's worth fighting for it?

Each has its own conclusions.

But the reality today is, why are innocent parents buying it?

It was an accident...

Although he was mentally prepared, when he stepped into this mourning hall, Huang Quan's face still showed a helpless expression, although it was only for a short moment, he was quickly replaced by a strong voice, and his trembling steps stepped vigorously, holding a bouquet of flowers, and approached Lunye's coffin.

She can't come!

Absolutely!

It shouldn't have been her fault!

That impulsive and desperate teenager creates a tragedy that implicates others!

What kind of fate will it be if you come here, Huang Quan will not not understand!

But here it is!

Not only complex feelings such as self-blame, apology, and guilt, but also awareness.

Lun Ye's parents stood up and looked at Huang Quan, the mechanical bowing action stopped, looking a little strange, and in the next second, the mother's beautiful and mature face quickly distorted, and her eyes were full of anger, and she rushed up desperately and pounced on Huang Quan.

An ordinary human woman who overthrew a kendo genius who could kill powerful demons without mercy.

"That's you! It's you! Kill my son! Give it back to me! Give me back my son! ”

A bitter and resentful collapse and a cry...

The woman who is a mother grabs Huang Quan's hair, desperately tearing, cursing, crying, kicking, screaming...

Like a puppet doll being fiddled, Huang Quan endured everything wordlessly.

Until, the man who was still sensible hugged his collapsed wife.

A grief-stricken roar came from the man's mouth...

"Let's go! Don't come here! Murderer! Your mercy is not needed here! ”

Silently stood up, silently offered flowers, silently turned around, and Huangquan silently turned away.

Just like the beginning, silently enter this hell without saying a word.