In the bamboo forest, Yuelin was nibbling on bamboo shoots, aimlessly, neither where to go, nor what to do, just to kill time, suddenly, the young man saw a furry creature under his feet pushing and bumping into him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Oh~ do you want to eat?" Yuelin smiled kindly.

"Woo woo woo~" is like a hairball's life, Mao Yu.

One of the inhabitants of Gensokyo, if you really want to talk about it, is an edible creature, and its core is a delicious ingredient after cooking. Even an ordinary human can catch it with a little effort.

Yuelin lowered his head and handed the bitten bamboo shoot to Mao Yu, Mao Yu suddenly made a whining sound, and he didn't know how to eat, obviously he didn't see Mao Yu's mouth organs, but he gnawed off the bamboo shoot little by little.

Yuelin is indeed very boring, so boring that it is interesting to watch Mao Yu eat.

Speaking of which,Recently, there have been monsters in the human world.,Every once in a while,There will be human beings in the human world who are devoured.,Its death seems to be a little weird.,The villagers are all wiped off their necks by sharp knives and died.,But some of the dead villagers.,For some reason, the face shows no regrets.,This weirdness makes the villagers unconsciously afraid of the unknown monster.。

The degree of its trickiness, even Fujiwara Meihong, has not been completely solved so far, it's not that the monster's strength is too strong, it's just that it's too cunning, I don't know when it will shoot, as if there is no pattern.

The whole world seems to be covered with a thick layer of haze, and every night, human beings will always be frightened, for fear that the figure that rashly emerges in the dark will swallow themselves.

If there is a child in the family who is disobedient, his elders can tell him the allusion of this monster, and he will definitely be able to scare the bear child into turning pale and not daring to be naughty anymore.

The sun is gradually setting, and the afterglow of the sunset reflects the colors of light.

The butcher shop owner moved out the wooden chair outside the house, at this time, he was a little different from his memory, the sleeve of his right arm fluttered with the cold wind, the middle-aged face lost its previous vigor, and the stubble on his face seemed to be left by the years, which looked quite vicissitudes.

In that full moon feast, some villagers unfortunately left serious wounds, and the butcher shop owner was one of them, facing the threat of the monster, the butcher shop owner desperately resisted and survived, only losing his right arm, but it is not worth mentioning.

After watching his son clean up the butcher shop and close the door of the butcher shop, the butcher shop owner looked relieved.

"You have learned our family's ancestral pig-killing knife, with this knife work, there is no big problem for you to live a safe and stable life, and I can rest assured that the butcher shop will be handed over to you to manage."

"Dad, what are you talking about, I just learned the pig-killing knife in my hand, and I haven't understood the true essence yet, haven't you already said it? When you're healed, you'll still be the owner of the butcher's shop. The butcher shop son hurriedly said.

"No need, you are now the owner of this butcher shop, run it well, don't let our butcher shop bury your hands." The butcher shop owner smiled and patted his son on the shoulder, then walked back to the room with a cane.

"I'm a little tired, go back to the house and lie down first, you go to the pigsty to kill a few pigs, it's not been peaceful for a while lately, but business still has to be done, this street is our butcher shop, we don't do business, the villagers around here want to eat meat, who to find."

"Okay."

The butcher shop owner watched his son leave by the window, and as night fell, the noise of the street was erased by an invisible force, and it was suddenly much quieter, as if the world had been changed in an instant.

Faintly I could hear the sound of something approaching.

The butcher shop owner got up from the rocking chair, slowly walked to the kitchen, carefully poured out a little tea leaves, boiled some boiling water, and took two quilts, each movement was extremely slow, after the water boiled, the butcher shop owner came to the yard with a teapot, poured the two quilts full, and put them on the table.

Voice··· More clearly, as if it was close at hand, the butcher shop owner seemed to sense something, raised his head, and was greeted by an emaciated figure, walking slowly in the dark, his eyes could not see a trace of emotion, but there was brighter than the moon and eye-catching.

"You've just arrived, the tea has just been brewed, how many cups do you want to drink?"

"Do you know your end, so enjoy yourself before you die? It seems that you have already realized it in your heart. There was a hint of mixed feelings in the boy's voice, mixed with too much, remembrance, pity, indifference, and... Killing Intent.

"Can you forgive us?"

“···· Never blamed, where to forgive. I'm just doing what I love. ”

··· Unbelievable... The boy who stepped on the corpse in a pool of blood could not coincide with the boy who was always smiling in his memory, not a different person, but a completely different existence except for the exact same appearance.

"Yue... Yuelin, tell me... You happened to be passing through here, didn't you? Fujiwara Meihong pulled out a reluctant smile, as if she had met an old friend, this smile was more ugly than crying, listen carefully, and you could hear the deep prayer hidden in the voice.

Yuelin responded with a smile: "It's true that I was passing by, and I just killed a human by the way." ”

The words that seemed to be driven by interest ruthlessly broke the last trace of happiness in Fujiwara Meihong's heart, like the last straw that crushed the camel, Fujiwara Meihong fell to the ground weakly.

Why... Why did this happen, even after hearing Yakumo Murasaki's announcement, Fujiwara Meihong never believed that the boy with memories would become a monster who regarded humans as food, and she tried her best to track down the true face of the monster, hoping to give Yuelin a clean slate, tell the truth to the villagers in the world, and hope that the world will accept Yuelin again.

But the reality slapped himself and laughed at what he did, which is so ridiculous.

"Why are you doing this! Is it to vent his dissatisfaction with humanity? If that's the case, then you can come at me, and even if I'm killed countless times, I won't fight back. Fujiwara Mei Red yelled hysterically.

"Why... Don't you think it's stupid to ask, isn't it a matter of course that human beings, who have always been part of the food chain, are devoured by stronger creatures? Or are you naïve to think that I'm still a human being? Yuelin laughed out loud as if she had heard some joke.

As he spoke, Yuelin waved the knife in his hand, broke a hole in the butcher's chest, and in front of Fujiwara Meihong, he took out the butcher's heart, as if gnawing on the fruit, opened his mouth and bit it.

"This taste... It's a little bitter. Yuelin chewed very slowly, as if she was deliberately trying to reminisce about something, and there was a hint of unknown meaning in her eyes.

"Yuelin!" Fujiwara Meihong was finally enraged by Yuelin's behavior, and the fire ignited in the dark night and spread towards Yuelin.

Yuelin squinted his eyes, threw his heart back into a pool of blood, holding Murazheng in front of him, the impact of the flames took Yuelin a few steps, Yuelin held Muramasa's hand slightly, drew a full moon orbit, and forcibly extinguished the flames.

"It's very rude to disturb other people's meals without permission, haven't you lived for more than a thousand years, and haven't you even learned these basic etiquette?" Yuelin waved his knife and pointed at Fujiwara Meihong.