Hakurei Reimu, the shrine maiden, has nothing to do with the shrine, and after Marisa left, Fujiwara Ki felt extremely lonely in the shrine alone, and I don't know how Reimu could endure this lonely environment.

In the backyard of the shrine, the wood for the fire has been prepared for a long time, and it seems that a long time ago, Hakurei Reimu had collected those dead woods and piled them up in the clearing behind the forest, and the hardwoods that were so dry and cracked that they didn't have much green smoke when they burned.

Fujiwara chopped the firewood and stacked it together, and the time was noon.

When I came to the kitchen, there were still a few small dishes, but there was just one more fish.

Yesterday Reimu got a windfall, but she didn't hide the money, but bought some things for the banquet, but they were all messy sundries, on the opposite side of which Reimu was unexpectedly careful, even if it was to deal with the need for gadgets from time to time.

But Fujiwara Noriki felt that instead of wasting like this, it was better to improve his life, at least not to sit and wait for death to look forward to Yakumo's commission and the incense money that would only grow in rare cases.

Because Reimu has no boundary thoughts, those messy things are there, but the scarce ingredients are still not solved, and this little thing is not enough at all when it comes to the banquet, but there are still eight days before the banquet, and there is still plenty of time to prepare, so remind her when the time comes, but the real urgency is that today's salt is gone.

I don't know if Reimu bought it to replenish, Fujiwara Ki came to the door of the main compartment, ready to go in and find what Reimu put in the corner.

But from the hidden door, Fujiwara Ki saw a purple umbrella leaning against the door, that unique appearance, and instantly he knew the identity of the person inside.

Standing at the door for a few seconds, Fujiwara's hand paused before opening the door.

A gorgeous white-pink dress, with a wide purple stripe in the middle from the collar to the skirt, and the pattern of Fuxi gossip was printed on it. And the owner of the clothes, with long blond hair, a slightly thin face under the soft hat, a small and lovely nose standing in the middle, and those pale golden eyes, the typical Western beauty, the monster sage Yakumo Murasaki, really came to the Hakurei Shrine.

When Fujiwara walked in, Yakumo was boiling the tea she had brought from the gap, as if she didn't see him, and poured the black tea into her cup, and the sound of opening the door didn't make her move tremble.

Standing at the door, Fujiwara Ki watched Yakumo Purple drinking black tea alone, not knowing how to react.

Yakumo didn't pay attention to Fujiwara Kiri, she still sat there alone pecking and drinking, and she didn't seem to be ready to talk to him, even if Fujiwara Ki carefully bypassed her until she dug out a bag of salt in the corner, she didn't look away.

Holding the things in his hand, Fujiwara Ki walked around the door again, and looked back, but the other party still didn't even turn his head, but saw that the corners of her eyebrows were relaxed, and her expression was slightly sleepy, as if she suddenly ran to the shrine specifically to take a rest, since this is the case, then there should be no danger.

Since he didn't come to look for himself, Fujiwara Noriki pulled the door back to its original half-hidden appearance and left the main compartment.

But then he fell through the gap into the room, and fell down on his back, the bag of salt sticking to his face.

"Damn, Yakumo Purple is a youkai. Fujiwara Ki scolded in his heart, sat up, and looked at this girl-like big monster face to face, his eyes were quite unkind.

However, after silently wrapping his neck around the gap, Fujiwara Ki retreated in defeat and calmly stared at the girl in front of him.

After drinking a cup of tea, Yakumo put the teacup on the wooden drawer, and the bottom of the cup and the bamboo top made a slight muffled sound.

The lowered gaze was raised, and Yakumo's purple and pale gold eyes met Fujiwara's gaze, "What did Yuyuko do to you? I can't see the boundary between your life and death." ”

Yakumo's voice was not so sharp, and she didn't have the aggressive momentum when questioned, but even in a bland tone, Fujiwara Noriki felt that the other party was reassuring, after all, she was the manager of Gensokyo, the main culprit of the hidden gods, the omniscient Laplace, the manipulator of the realm, and the forever seventeen-year-old girl.

Faced with such an unpredictable monster in terms of character and strength, Fujiwara Noriki didn't want to be locked in the gap forever because of his momentary gaffe.

After pondering the sentence for a while, Fujiwara Noriki said, "It's just that the soul rejuvenation power of the Westward Demon has been poured into the soul, so that life and death can coexist and cannot be separated." ”

"Penglai people?" Yakumo asked uncertainly, looking at Fujiwara Ki.

"It's about the same as the people of Penglai, that's what Yuyuko-sama said. Fujiwara Noriki saw that Yakumo Murasaki seemed to be a little interested in him, and his listless gaze suddenly became energetic, staring at his whole body with the eyes of his prey.

Suddenly, I felt some pain in my neck, as if I had low blood pressure, and Fujiwara's consciousness instantly became hazy, and he didn't even make a sound, and his consciousness instantly fell into a coma.

I don't know how long it took to be in a daze, as if it had surfaced from the deep sea, the nothingness of fear was gradually filled with external stimuli, and the chaotic consciousness gradually woke up.

When he opened his eyes from his slumber, Yakumo Murasaki on the other side was still staring at him with a plain appearance, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth - the teacup on the stove on the table did not know when a new cup of tea was poured.

Feeling the wetness under his neck, Fujiwara Noriki reached out and wiped it, lowered his head, and his hands were stained with blood.

In an instant, Fujiwara Ki understood what Yakumo had done to him just now, stood up angrily, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Yakumo Zi.

However, the other party didn't even move his hand, and the moment Fujiwara Ki just made a move, the gap full of eyes devoured him.

The second time I came to this black and red space, it was still so terrifying, after Fujiwara Ki was locked in by Yakumo Purple, the wide space began to fluctuate, and the eyes that grew on the gap burst because of the wrinkles between the gaps, and an ugly hand came out of the wound, and slowly grabbed Fujiwara Ki.

At first, Fujiwara was able to move freely in space, dodging these terrifying hands. But as time passed, the place where he could hide became smaller and smaller, and in the end, there was only room left for two people, and on the edge of the space, countless arms grabbed Fujiwara's body, and the nails dug deep into the flesh of his body and pulled.

The sharp pain caused Fujiwara to roar, and he tried all his strength to break the monsters that kept taking something away from him.

But how can a human being like him stop this qiē?

The tide of arms drowned Fujiwara, tearing at his fragile body mercilessly, and soon there was no sound inside, and the bright red blood flowed down from under those monsters, looking extremely terrifying.

As if in a deep sleep, the soul has no sustenance, floating uncontrollably in nothingness, and the fear of being about to disappear constantly suppresses the heart and torments the almost collapsed spirit. The moment he woke up from the unconscious darkness, Fujiwara Ki roared in pain, and the red and white figure next to him immediately rushed over, grabbed Fujiwara's shoulder and asked, "Fujiwara Ki, are you okay?" ”

However, Fujiwara Ki did not respond to Reimu's words, holding his head and roaring like a beast, and was pressed down on the bed by Hakurei Reimu, constantly struggling.

After a long time of desperate wailing, and after the mental pain was released, Fujiwara finally stopped shouting, panting violently in his chest, and looked at Hakurei Reimu with bloodshot eyes.

"Fujiwara Ki-" Hakurei Reimu shouted, drawing his attention, "Look at me, don't move." ”

Hakurei Reimu used the witch to pray for blessings to calm Fujiwara Ki, and after a while, Fujiwara Ki finally stopped having a nervous breakdown expression, but just looked at Hakurei Reimu in a depressed mood and didn't say anything.

Reimu grabbed him by the shoulder and asked, "What did Purple do to you?"

Being grabbed by Hakuri Reimu's hand, Fujiwara Ki's body trembled, and he couldn't help but take a step back and hold his arm.

"Damn, what did that guy Yakumo do?" Fujiwara Ki seemed to have been hit hard and became reticent, making Hakurei Reimu a little angry at Yakumo's actions.

"It's okay, Reimu Hiroshi. When Hakurei Reimu was talking to herself about the next lesson Yakumo Murasaki, Fujiwara Ki's hoarse voice sounded, but the tone was unusually low, "She just warned me?"

"Warning?" Hakurei Reimu shouted exaggeratedly, "I've seen you in a coma since I started to see you covered in blood, is this just a warning?"

"Hakurei Reimu, you don't care, it's just my business, Yakumo Purple didn't do anything excessive. Fujiwara exhaled and stood up by the side of the bed.

"Hmph. Fujiwara's words made Hakurei Reimu unhappy, "I'm really nosy when I'm angry for you, do you think I'm idle?"

"Okay, I don't care, then you will be tortured by Yakumo Zi until death. Reimu, who was kind enough to be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, kicked open the door and left, Fujiwara Ki looked at her back and stretched out his hand to say something, but in the end he just snorted and lowered his hand decadently.

Standing for a long time, Fujiwara Ki showed a bitter expression on his face, and let out a faint sigh: "Outsiders......"

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Sorry, it's a bit late today