The answer is no.
In order to avoid controversy, it is hereby clarified that Mozun is completely flirting with girls.
Chapter 83 Goodbye, the person who owes me a New Year's gift
Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face moved subtly, and suddenly he showed a not very serious smile.
Seeing his expression, Chu He knew that nothing would be good, and as expected, he immediately asked Maha with a smile, "My dear, since you have eaten it, Mom has seen it, and the misfortune has come, then take it. Are you ready to go back to the sea of blood when you come down? Your father, I am in a bad mood recently, if I miss you, I will chop you into three or five pieces..."
Maha replied, "Do you think it is more likely that who will chop who into three or five pieces?"
The gloomy wind whistled, and the world changed color. The huge movement caused by the dragon finally alerted the clergy in the outer palace in the distance. On the rolling mountain road covered with snow, the shrines were lit up one after another.
With a loud bang, the giant dragon slammed into the scarlet torii not far away, opened its bloody mouth, and let out an earth-shattering roar!
Father and son looked at each other in the gust of wind, and after a long while, Maha slammed his sword, the metal rubbed, making a sour sound that ripped his eardrums apart.
"You no longer have any binding force on me. The old man should obediently retire from the stage of history and stop interfering with others."
Zhou Hui smiled and said: "Don't talk too much, who may withdraw from the stage of history. But I am quite sure that you will withdraw from the stage of life..."
Chu He frowned.
However, there was no sign of anger on Maha's frosty face. On the contrary, he slightly raised his chin and stared at Zhou Hui condescendingly. The corners of his eyes under Yu's eyelashes flickered with a strange light: "Put down your mother." He said lightly, " When you die, don't let my mother stand in front of you."
Chu He suddenly shot, but in the next second, Zhou Hui grabbed him by the collar and threw it vigorously back, then immediately raised his sword and threw himself in front of Maha!
Chu He landed steadily and said sternly, "Zhou Hui! Maha!"
In the hurricane, this pair of father and son with demonic blood fought brazenly, the swords slammed like a violent storm raging across the border, sending out thousands of strong lights that can't open your eyes!
The vermilion wooden pillars broke and fell one after another, and then fell to the ground, making a dull roar in the bluestone corridor.
"Are you two sick?" Chu He said angrily, "If you don't make a fool of yourself, you won't die, right?!"
At the same moment, on the altar of the temple.
Yan Lanyu firmly grasped the edge of the space-time gap, and the terrifying blue fire erupted from the whole body when the spell was burning. Not far away, Aida Yoshi knelt on the edge with blood on his face, shaking his head vigorously to regain his senses.
"Master... Uncle Master..." A tantric disciple was crushed by the collapsed gravel with half of his body, and reluctantly shouted: "Please do me a favor, Uncle Xiangtian..."
"Damn it!" Aida Yoshi yelled in the shock, stood up staggeringly, kicked the big broken brick on the disciple's body, and then turned around and staggered towards the disciple, regardless of whether he could struggle to get out. Yan Lanyu pounced.
I saw a huge suction burst out from the space-time gap, almost sucking half of Yan Lanyu's body in. However, at the same time, countless ghosts were haunting him, they were crying and flying, and countless dry hands stretched out from the void, grabbing his ankles tightly and pinning him to the ground.
It must be the countless resentful spirits sealed by the Ise Shrine for hundreds of years. Its strength is almost realized. I saw two clear black handprints on Yan Lanyu's ankles, just like in a horror movie. The traces of being touched by ghosts are terrifying at first glance.
"damn it!"
Aida was in a hurry, took out the last spell in the enchantment, chanted the spell quickly, and then a rare black fire ignited in the drawing.
"Give me a quick death—" Aida cursed loudly, and slapped the spell on Yan Lanyu's Tianling cover!
With a swipe of the ground, the air spreads in all directions, the ghosts screamed away quickly, and the suffocating cloudy wind around them was suddenly cleared.
Yan Lanyu's body suddenly lost its support, the soul of the underworld let out a long, distant scream, and then his entire body was swallowed into the gap in time and space!
The gap closed with a swipe, and Yan Lanyu's figure suddenly disappeared in the void.
Darkness, nothingness.
Time stopped flowing, the air was so light that there was no sound, and the void was like a vast ocean.
Yan Lanyu tried his best to stretch out his hand, but his body slowly sank, and he could only watch the only light above his head rise and go away.
… what is this familiar feeling
Yan Lanyu's eyes widened, but the pupils were blank and out of focus.
Yes, it is death.
Countless fragmented pictures flashed in all directions like a tidal wave, rising and falling.
That's really a clip from many, many years ago.
…
"Mr. Yan, we suspect that you have something to do with a software engineering leak, please come with us."
"What are you doing? I'm just a lecturer... Hey! Let me go!"
The old screen shot down like a screen. In the yellow light and shadow, a group of people forcibly handcuffed the man in the middle, escorted them into the car, and then sped away in the smoke of the car.
The door behind him opened, and the wind rolled up the newspaper in the living room, and it flew to the ground.
In the darkness, Yan Lanyu's dull face was pale and cold, like a doll, and even the last bit of feeling disappeared.
However, the surging pictures continued. They were demons spreading from the depths of the sea, wrapping him up with huge hands, crushing them, and squeezing them from the inside out into a mass of blood mixed with bone scum.
A stench filled the darkened cell, and a thin young man fell on the iron bed, with rusted iron rings locked on his wrists and ankles, and the bloodstained chains stretched all the way to the corner of the wall.
There was a clatter not far away, and the cell door opened. A few people in uniform rushed in, and after all, an old man wearing an onmyoji hunting robe with white hair and beard was welcome to enter.
"Is this the lecturer from Dongda?" The old man glanced at the young man who was motionless on the iron bed and asked hoarsely.
"Yes, Lord Sect. He is an intelligence officer who has infiltrated our top-secret experimental project. We tracked him for half a year before we caught him, but no matter how much we interrogated him, we couldn't force his contact person or the other party's espionage organization to know more. …”
The old man looked at the young man with white eyes. Although the other's eyes were open, he was expressionless, and he could not even see any signs of being alive.
"Can I take him with me?"
"This-"
The old man saw the hesitation of the other party and said slowly: "If you don't say it like this, you won't say it even if you are tortured to death, not to mention that he is already dying. There are very few people whose age, gender, and four characters all correspond exactly, and even more so. What is rare is that I have been looking for such an extremely strong soul for too long..."
Several people hurriedly said yes, and the old man said again: "Don't worry, I will say hello to your Metropolitan Police Department."
He raised his wrinkled hand and patted it slowly. There was a sudden thud in the air behind him, and a few low-level shikigami suddenly appeared. He picked it up on the cold iron bed.
"Cough! Cough, cough!" The posture change made the young man press the abdominal cavity, and he suddenly let out a hoarse cough, bringing out a large area of dark red blood.
The old man looked at him with drooping eyelids, only to see the shikigami carrying him and walking out of the cell. When passing by, the young man raised his head with all his might, and said hoarsely: "...I won't say anything..."
"It doesn't matter," the old man said calmly.
"Anyway, no one will hear your voice from now on."
In a different dimension, Yan Lanyu was transformed by the vast void space, as if time and stars were reversed, and the next moment his feet touched the ground.
Like a doll without feeling, he turned around and looked behind him after a while.
Yes, he remembers it here.
This is an abandoned Japanese building, empty and withered, covered with dust and cobwebs.
All the windows were blocked by blackened wooden slats, and the light poured in through the gaps in the wooden slats, reflecting on the ground, on the walls, and among the iron fences at the door that were tightly welded.
The light in the afternoon is so blurry, the dust floats slowly in the light, like the silent plankton in the deep sea.
Yan Lanyu's eyes were scattered and unfocused, and after a long while, she landed on an upright wooden post in the middle of the big house.
There was a young man hanging there.
The young man's head drooped weakly. Although his feet were on the ground, his entire body was leaning forward. He did not fall to the ground only by relying on his hands, which were separated and bound on the wooden frame, as a fulcrum.
His complexion was ashen, the kind of dank gray with dampness in the rainy season, and even his chapped lips were the same color. The bridge of his nose is straight and deep, and the shape of his facial features has not been completely lost; but his eye sockets are deeply sunken and black, like a corpse in a state of embarrassment.
Yan Lanyu's eyes did not fluctuate at all, and fell on him.
It was a terrible body.
His chest, arms, and thighs all had traces of large muscles gouged out by the knife, and the flesh and blood were black and dry, revealing the bones. The ferocious wound gave off a strong odor, attracting mosquitoes buzzing and flying, vying to adhere to the corrupt flesh and blood.
The scary thing is that at this point, he is not dead yet.
Although it was hard to notice, his chest was still heaving slightly.
Why not die yet? Yan Lanyu looked at him and thought.
Why am I still not dead at this point
He staggered forward a step, followed by another step, and finally stood staggeringly in front of the young man, gasped for a moment, and reached out his hand to the gray and thin neck.
- End my pain.
That's it, let's end my pain now...
However, the next moment, his fingers were inserted through the neck of the young man, like a virtual image without a substance, and went straight out.
Again the same, again and again the same.
The past is over, history is frozen in the pages, and it cannot be changed in any way.
Yan Lanyu looked at the man blankly, his lips trembled violently, tears slowly poured out of his eyes, and he let out a suppressed, trembling and hoarse cry.
The iron door opened with a bang, and footsteps approached.
I saw two Onmyoji in hunting clothes walked into the big house. They were very young, in their early twenties, and their appearance was familiar from many years later. Qi Zhi.
Tian Erqizhi stood at the door with his arms folded, looking around with interest, but didn't say anything.
On the contrary, Xiang Tianyi took a closer look. He didn't see Yan Lanyu who was beside him in another time and space. He covered his nose and shook his head: "Tsk, how come this person hasn't died after so long."
"It won't be so easy," Tian Erqi Zhi said, his voice was thicker and more casual when he was young: "This is the process of refining the soul, and the grievances of the soul of the world must be accumulated to a certain extent before they can go to the underworld. Woolen cloth."
"Isn't this going to take a long time to suffer?"
"more or less."
"It's really tenacious!" Aida Yoshi shook his head with emotion, took out a short dagger with a strange shape from his waist, and turned around and asked, "—Where did you say you cut it today, Senior Brother Tian'er?"
They looked at each other for a moment, Tian Erqizhi blinked and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter anywhere... just hurry up."
In the void where no one could see, Yan Lanyu let out a painful gasp, her whole body trembling violently.
His fingernails were sunk into the flesh of his palm, and because he was too hard, bright red bloodstains overflowed from his fingers, but he did not respond.
He knew what was going to happen next.
He knew what kind of pain it was.
Why go through it all over again
The humiliation and despair that have been forgotten at all costs, why does the time suddenly turn and fate makes people, so I have to experience it again in front of my eyes? !
Aida seemed to be interested in this kind of bloody thing, he looked up and down the young man, the blade of the blade stuck to the gray face, but then moved away.
"Well, as expected, it's easier to start somewhere with a bit more meat," he said to himself, but when his eyes touched the buzzing mosquitoes, he couldn't help but feel a little less interested.
"It looks so dirty, I don't know how many days I can live."
Aida casually selected the outer edge of the thigh where a muscle had been gouged out, and stuck the blade on it. I saw that the torture tool was very special. Under the tip of the knife was a sharp spoon-shaped, flashing with a cold light; if the blade was pierced, and the torture tool was twisted slightly, the whole muscle could be easily dug out.
Yan Lanyu stretched out her hand in vain, but it was useless.
He is a phantom who has traveled through time and space, a resentful soul who has returned to the world from hell.
He tried to grab Aida's hand again and again, but he went straight through the air again and again. He let out a cry of despair, with a twisted choking like a beast of unwillingness, but even if he tried his best, it didn't work.
don't want… !
Don't do this to me!
stop! stop! !
However, he could only tear his eyes apart, full of resentment, and watched Aida easily stab the tip of the knife into his body, digging out a hideous piece of flesh and blood.
Yan Lanyu knelt on the ground, her twitchy fingers thrust into her hair, and let out a terrifying cry like a ghost.
"Okay, let's go back and do business," Aida Yoshi said lightly as he turned around.
"uh-huh."
Tian Erqizhi stood up from the wall against which he was leaning, and just as he walked towards the door, he suddenly paused.
"What's wrong?" Aida asked.
"… "
Tian Erqizhi didn't answer, but turned his head and stared at the young man on the wooden stand who was trembling slightly with pain and making a vague whimper, with a puzzled expression on his face.
"What's the matter, brother?"
Tian Erqizhi frowned, stood quietly for a long time, and then shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing... It's just that I heard a cry just now, and I thought it was a little strange."
Aida smiled and asked, "Did you hear it wrong?"
"I don't know. It sounds very miserable, like... a cry that makes people uncomfortable."
Tian Erqizhi also seemed to think it was a bit absurd, smiled and waved his hand, and walked out the door.
I don't know when it started, Tianer Qizhi will often come to this abandoned mansion for two laps.
He sometimes came with Aida, mostly for execution; more often, he came alone, looking up and down the scarred young man with curiosity and interest, as if he were studying some esoteric problem.
Sometimes he brought some wine too, but he just poured it himself, as if he didn't care about the smell of rot and decay.
"It's really amazing to be a lecturer at Dongda University at this age."
"The weather is getting colder and colder. By the way, where is your home? What is your hometown like this season?"
"No wonder the sect master wants to use you to refine your yin and yang soul, how can you still not die?"
…
The young man's body became more and more corrupt, and he spent all day in a coma.
However, Tian Erqizhi didn't care. He seemed to find some kind of fun in this way of getting along with himself, drinking and talking to himself, and even sometimes he could stay happily all afternoon without saying anything.
"By the way, I've known you for so long, and I still don't know your name." When he was leaving one day, he suddenly looked at the young man with a little regret.
"If you can still talk, can you tell me your name?"
The young man's eyes were closed and he was not breathing.
Only the slight heaving of his chest, which was very inconspicuous, could prove that he was not completely dead.
Tian Erqizhi sighed.
"What a pity... If you don't know the name, you can't really know each other."
The first snow finally fell in winter, and the white snow mist billowed one after another, and the cold wind rolled up the small ice slag, making a whimpering sound between the eaves of the window.
When night fell, lively voices came from afar, and fireworks opened in the night, reflecting gorgeous fireworks.
The iron door of the cell was opened again, Tian Er Qizhi wrapped in a thick robe, carrying a lantern, carrying a small pot of wine, wrapped in a cold air, walked in, and said with a smile, "Today is Christmas Eve."
"The New Year is coming. Today is the day for family reunion. It is said that the fireworks will be on all night." He sat on the ground, poured himself a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "Hey, I wish myself a happy New Year, health and longevity... You don't have to. already."
The young man's head moved slightly.
At this moment, fireworks were blooming in the night sky outside, and the momentary light reflected his reluctantly raised eyes.
"… "
"Huh? Are you awake?" Tian Erqizhi was surprised, put down his glass and asked, "What did you say?"
"… "
The young man's lips moved, but no sound came out.
Tian Er Qizhi stood up and walked over to him.
The young man's condition was already very bad, his face was pale gray, his pupils were slack, and his eyes were cloudy, a sign that time was running out. One of his arms was nothing but a skeleton, with dried flesh clinging to it; the rest wasn't much better, but there should be no pain.
Tian Erqizhi looked at him with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"Well, it's rare for you to hold on for so long. Let me give you a New Year's gift."
"… "
"You say your wishes first, and then I say mine. It's a fair deal if you come and go - as long as you don't tell me to commit suicide, everything else is fine, how?"
The young man made a muffled voice, and Teneriki stared at him with interest.
"… I… "
"kill… "
"kill me… "
The cell fell into a long silence.
The fireworks outside the window lifted into the sky, illuminating the sky, and then there was a brilliant explosion when they bloomed. The sound of people in the farther place is full of people, and the New Year's Eve festival is very lively, and it spreads far away in the wind.
The cold wind let out a hissing whimper from the crack in the window.
"Okay," said Erkizhi after a long time.
"But you're going to tell me your name in exchange. This is the New Year's gift I want."
However, the young man lowered his head, as if he had no extra strength to say another word.
His head was lowered, and the sound was inaudible, as if his heart had stopped. Tian Erqizhi waited for a long time, but couldn't hear anything except his own breathing.
He finally smiled helplessly.
"... It seems that I should be bounced."
Tian Erqizhi raised his hand, put his four fingers together, and pressed it against the cold chest of the young man.
Under the fingertips is a slightly beating heart - it has persisted for so long, so long that one even wants to see it beating like this forever.
"Goodbye, the one who owes me a New Year's gift."
The four fingers easily cut into the chest, and with the slight cracking sound of the bones, they touched the heart.
The young man twitched slightly, followed by black blood pouring out of the corners of his mouth, and a rapid gasping sound came out of his throat.
In the next second, his heart was pierced, and after his body beat violently, he fell silent silently.
- He will never move again.
The scarred soul that had endured for a long time finally roared towards his hometown in the bitter north wind on New Year's Eve, across the mountains and wilderness, across the frozen Miyako Strait.
There is a bell in the distance, and zero is coming.
The shrine will ring one hundred and eight bells, and it will be graceful and solemn, and it will never stop. It means that the evil of the old year is driven away, and the blessings of the new year are coming; when the bells stop, it is zero o'clock, and the new year comes to the world in the expectation of many people.
Fireworks exploded and laughter was endless.
Tian Erqizhi pulled out his palm and made a slight noise when the flesh and blood rubbed together. He looked at the young man's dilapidated corpse, his eyes dimmed in the shadows.
"… Happy New Year."
He said softly, turned and walked out of the cell.