The world is restarting

Chapter 226 The Nameless Monster

The bamboo forests on Zhusheng Island are so dense that they cover the sky and the sun.

The wind blowing from the lake passed through the forest, the bamboo leaves rustled, and sang a gentle requiem in a low voice.

A slender rice paddy path is faintly sandwiched between the overgrown vegetation, passing through the bamboo forest, leading straight to a desolate and dilapidated shrine.

The weeds in front of the shrine had not been taken care of for an unknown period of time. It was almost half the height of a person, submerging the top of the guardian beast's head.Sawada Ya stood in front of the worship hall of the shrine, clapped his hands, put his palms together and bowed down, and then opened the door and walked in.

Thick dust accumulated in the space that had been silent for an unknown number of years, and the wind that slipped into the room choked the little Lolita so that she sneezed twice.

She rubbed her nose silently and continued to walk in. The light in the shrine was very dim, and the air was filled with a stuffy dampness, which indicated that the shrine had been in decline for a long time, and no one had visited it for many years.

Sawada Ya swept his gaze across the hall, and was the first to discover the two brooms lying under the tribute table.She walked over and tapped the handles of the two brooms with her white fingertips.

Invisible ripples of spiritual power swayed in the air, and the dusty broom moved on the ground, jumping up like a corpse.

"Where is the brush and ink?" Sawada Ya asked one of the brooms.

The broom god was a little dazed just after being awakened, and after restarting on the spot before recovering, he jumped forward with a stiff body, motioning for himself to lead the way.

Sawada Ya then followed it, and took two steps to find another broom god following behind him foolishly.

Sawada Ya: "..."

This broom seems a little silly.

"You don't have to follow me, go clean the shrine."

The broom god stood still for a moment, suddenly realized, turned around and ran away.

Xuan Xiang made a sound in her arms.

Sawada Ya: "...Don't say that, after all, she has been sleeping for so many years."

Xuan Xiang: "Zheng..."

Sawada Ya: "Yeah, you were smart when you first woke up, but you are a lute, you can't compare with brooms, do you know how many brooms you can buy for one..."

While talking with Xuanxiang, little Lolita followed the broom god to the treasure hall.

The altar in the center of the hall was not empty, but a beautiful pipa was respectfully enshrined.Ze Tianya passed by the altar and glanced at it, but did not move it. She continued to walk back, found what she was looking for on the shelf behind, and took it to the main hall.

In the configuration of the shrine, the main hall is the place where the gods live, and humans are normally prohibited from entering.Sawada Yaya did not go in, but stopped in the open space in front of the main hall, commanded the broom god to move a table, and then stood in front of the table and thought for a while.

How did Seimei teach her the ritual?

Well, first of all, it seems that I want to write a sacrificial text...

She carefully drew up the steps in her mind, and spread out a piece of white paper on the table in one hand.So many years have passed, and the pillars in the shrine have been mottled and worn out by time, but this piece of paper just taken out of the old wooden box seems to be as clean as new.

The little Lolita casually put the Xuanxiang on the table, wronged it to act as a paperweight, and tapped the edge of the inkstone in the wooden box with the other hand.A little water vapor smudged in the center of the dry inkstone, as if someone was grinding the ink slowly, and a thin layer of ink accumulated in the inkstone after a while.

Ze Tianya finally picked up the writing brush placed in the wooden box, thought for a while, and wrote the first line of words on the white paper full of thick ink:

"Wei year, month and day, Qinghe Yuan's son sued Goddess Qize..."

The other courtyard of the Sakuragawa family.

The moment the pitch-black waves hit, Momiji Kari stood up abruptly from the ground, rushed to the door in two steps, and looked out in shock.

It seemed to be a doomsday scene, with floods and devastation.

She heard the wailing of the spirit of nature, continuous dark clouds covered the entire sky, and the low air pressure caused by the rolling thunder poured down from top to bottom, as if even the will of the world was preventing the birth of evil gods.

"Eldest sister..." She turned her head in a daze, "What did you do?"

Patriarch Yingchuan looked at her calmly, "Can't you see?"

"Do you know how many people will die like this?!"

"What? Are you shaken?" Patriarch Yingchuan asked abruptly.

Momiji Kari's momentum faltered, "No, I just don't think it's necessary to do this..."

"These sacrifices are necessary on the road to success! Do you think it's a pity that those people died? Look back and see how many people died in our Sakuragawa family?!"

Patriarch Yingchuan's voice suddenly became agitated, she put her hands on her knees, and bent down again after shouting a word.Her body was like a bellows that had malfunctioned, panting violently, but her eyes were fixed on the outside of the courtyard, "It's all necessary, these are all valuable, when the Sakuragawa family boards the The leader of the Yin-Yang Dao, when we get that powerful power, we can..."

...what can I do?

She suddenly got stuck.

Accepting the baptism of the patriarch means inheriting the will of the previous generation. At that moment, too many memories and obsessions of the previous patriarch rushed into her mind. It has long been sunk by the chaotic waves.And the sea water is so turbid, crowded into a quagmire by the obsessions accumulated from generation to generation, it has long been difficult to see the original appearance clearly.

So, why did the head of the first-generation Sakuragawa family start this plan?

What was the reason she wanted to obtain such a powerful force in the first place?Is it just that you want to push the Yingchuan family to the position of the leader of Yinyang Dao?

There are too many memories crowded in her mind, how many years has Chidori Sakuragawa lived in this world?How many years has the obsession of the head of the Sakuragawa family been passed down from generation to generation?

In front of that huge memory, she is like a young child standing in front of a tall dam, as long as the valve is opened a little, the viscous torrent will rush straight down, submerging her with the roar of mountains and tsunamis.

It felt as if her body had been taken over by another person, and she herself was so weak and powerless that she could only be squeezed into a corner, with nothing to do.

She hated this feeling, so Yi Yi never wanted to read those memories that were suppressed in the depths of her mind like black mud.It's just that at this moment, the plan is probably reaching a critical moment, she saw the dawn of victory in the abyss, and finally had the heart to look back to see where she came from.

What was that first memory like?

Standing by the door, Hong Yekari looked at the elder sister's expression and lowered her eyes slightly. Her slender eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes. Her hands behind her back moved slowly in the air. The fingertips condensed into a complex talisman.

A shadow flowed into the room along with the crimson moonlight that diffused from the doorway.

Sakuragawa Chidori didn't notice her sister's movements, she was distracted rarely.

The memory of the heads of the Sakuragawa family became darker and more treacherous in modern times, like a river wading through the wasteland, constantly mixed with sand along the road, and became muddy and muddy as it went to the back.The experience of the patriarchs in the Heisei and Showa eras is basically the same as that of Chidori Sakuragawa. The gloomy old house, the monster-like clansmen, the overwhelming training of the patriarch, and the madness of adulthood.

Like a tired traveler, she trudged against the direction of the river toward the source, and almost exhausted all her strength when she climbed out of the mud at the end.She continued to walk forward with heavy steps, wading through the middle of the river with difficulty, and finally caught a glimpse of a bright floating light on the surface of the river.

She was about to bend down to pick up the floating light, when a strong omen of danger suddenly pierced through her mind like a sharp sword.

Sakuragawa Chidori was startled, and his first reaction was "impossible".The other courtyard she is in consumes almost half of the accumulation of the Sakuragawa family. There are so many enchantments inside and out that they can't even enter the Kuroshio that is raging outside. How could someone sneak in quietly? It has not been discovered here yet.

This thought only stayed in her mind for less than half a second, but for the top assassins, half a second is enough to decide a person's life or death.

A thin brilliance shattered the corner of her eyes, Sakuragawa Chidori's chest suddenly felt cold, and only felt a burst of severe pain sweeping through all limbs and bones like a storm.She didn't look at the sharp blade protruding from her chest, but turned around in a daze, and finally saw the face of the person who attacked her from behind.

It was an extremely delicate face with soft outlines, but embedded with a pair of bloody beast-like eyes.

"You are...assassin..."

Patriarch Sakuragawa fell limply.

Momiji Kari stood aside coldly to avoid the splashing blood, and calmly said to Assassin, "Tell Osamu Dazai that our deal is complete."

With a wave of his hand, the follower pulled out Kunai and nodded.

She was as silent as a puppet without self-awareness, which caused Momiji Kari to look at her with a little curiosity.From the weapons used, it can be judged that this servant is a professional ninja. She has a beautiful appearance, even a kind of pitiful beauty. The black cloth strips go around her right eye and roughly cover her red-scarred body. .

Although the profession of ninja seems to have been ambiguous since ancient times, the outfit of this assassin is really too much, to the point where people doubt whether her master is a pervert.

Hongye Kari was silent, and was about to say something when his body froze suddenly.

As if his heart had been grabbed by a big hand, Momiji Kari's pupils trembled, and was oppressed by the invisible force, so he knelt down with difficulty while leaning on the door frame.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Assassin jump up like a frightened cat, and then swayed from the force.

Laughter resounded in the room as if from hell.

The blood that splashed to her feet slowly flowed back, as if someone had rewinded the scene in front of her. Amidst a burst of hysterical laughter, Patriarch Sakuragawa stood up again unscathed.

The light of the enchantment outside the house slowly turned, layer by layer began to block the space.

With the light of the enchantment, Momiji Kari raised his head with difficulty, looked in shock at the person in the middle of the room who was arranging his sleeves slowly, his eyes were full of disbelief, "You... made yourself... a container for the evil god to descend?"

"No, you should call him the Goddess of Weeping Ze."

Patriarch Sakuragawa tidied up his clothes, turned around, and smiled at her, "Why, do you think I'll let the Temple of the Goddess descend on that trash outside?"

"How is it possible? Didn't I say that? It's just the place where Sakuragawa's family throws out trash. As long as Her Majesty the Goddess descends on me... no, as long as I become the Goddess of Weeping Ze and absorb the power of that waste, Being able to appear in this world with the most complete posture, I will be the only god in this world who can walk freely in the mortal world."

"Do you think I didn't notice your little tricks? I also want to thank you for attracting Assassin and giving me a surprise. You can stay together and become the nourishment for the goddess of Weeping Ze hahaha..."

Hong Yekari gritted his teeth fiercely, and shouted at assassin, "She hasn't completely succeeded in descending, now, there is still a chance to release the treasure and interrupt her!"

Assassin frowned, touched the short blade behind his back, and was about to release the magic power, his pupils shrank suddenly like a beast sensing danger.

In the next second, her body turned into a ray of dark light, which rose from the ground like a whirlwind, and rushed out of the closed edge of the barrier just at the nick of time.

Amid the rushing wind and interlaced thunder, Momiji Kari heard an unpleasant "tsk".

The owner of the voice brushed past her, and the black hair swept across her cheeks like a breeze. Immediately, she heard the sound of a sharp knife piercing into the flesh/body, and Patriarch Sakuragawa's wild laughter stopped abruptly.

A ray of ice-clear sword light rushed into the mountain-like power hanging above the head, and the space seemed to be slightly stagnant. The power was shattered and disappeared in an instant.

The pressure disappeared so suddenly, Hongye Kari's legs went limp, and his body almost fell to the ground.

She held the door and gasped for a while, then looked up at the figure in the middle of the room.Standing in the darkness with half of the opponent's body, he was pulling out a long white knife from Patriarch Sakuragawa's chest, and flicked the blood on the tip of the knife casually.

Hong Yekari glanced at the corpse on the ground that had finally completely lost its voice, her expression was still frozen in complacency, and there was a trace of doubt between her brows.

Momiji Kari smiled softly, stood up slowly holding the door, and said to the humanity who turned around, "It's a pity that I couldn't keep Assassin together."

The author has something to say:

Minamoto Raimitsu was the one who came to make up the knife at the end. This time, Patriarch Sakuragawa was really dead. Why only Minamoto Raimitsu could completely kill her will be explained later.

So does anyone not understand?I think the last sentence already implied it very clearly?

I still hope that everyone can understand this game of mutual routines... Otherwise, you can taste the first product first, and if there are many people who really don't understand, I will resume the game tomorrow?