The little boy was a genius when he was alive.

He was born with a very abundant spiritual power in his body, coupled with his talent and intelligence, and his understanding is good, as a teenager, his ability has far surpassed that of many adult onmyoji.

He was very famous in the area. Although the child's stubborn nature is still there, his family is not badly taught, and he has rare sympathy for those who are poor. Whenever they encounter difficulties, as long as they ask him for help, he will definitely find a way to solve them. Or if any family is oppressed by the nobles, he will also come to the door to reason. Because the little boy was born in a family of onmyoji, he has a bit of face outside, and the whole family loves him very much, and he is not afraid that he will "cause trouble" outside. Although he is arrogant and arrogant on weekdays, he also drinks and shouts at the adults, and criticizes them, but everyone can't bear not to say it.

This is how the root of the bane is planted little by little.

No matter how you say it, it's just a little ghost, those officers and nobles are used to being arrogant on weekdays, and they can still stand your kid's anger? But his whole family is a well-known onmyoji, even if he wants to pick a killer to set an example, he really doesn't dare to act rashly. If there is really any trouble, the people of his family in the court must also settle the account. Pinched and pinched, and he was left with only one soft persimmon. What if you're a genius? It's just a half-grown bunny, and it's not easy to clean you up?

And so, a sophisticated and vicious trick unfolded silently. On weekdays, there are too many villains offended by the little boy, but the villains are just the "adults" of famous families. Before the sting sacrifice, the nobles banded together to buy off the priest and goddess of the practice, and proposed a rule that had long been abolished for many years - the blood sacrifice.

This was just more than 20 years ago, and even at that time, if it was said that people were killed and sacrificed to heaven, no one would stand up to support it except in places that were too closed. Even the old people in the city would never stand up and agree. But the little boy was really unlucky, there had been no good harvest in that place for three consecutive years, and the imperial court had been pulling relief grain here. In the first year, there was a torrential rain, and the river embankment collapsed, and a flood washed away all the grain fields that had not yet been harvested. In the second year, a monster did evil, and burned down almost all the granaries in the city in one night; In the third year, the strong wind swept up the fertile fields that were growing well. This time it's really hard to determine, this place is far from the coast, and there are few strong winds on the flat ground, but if it is said that it is a monster, no evidence has been found for the time being.

What the monster did was not unreasonable, after all, in addition to the little boy, the monster naturally offended a lot. After such a "combination of inside and outside", and let the goddess fool a few words, there are always five out of ten who believe. Before the sacrifice, they "invited" the little boy from the house, and they naturally agreed, but they didn't count the hexagram. It wasn't until that day that he put on his tailor-made sacrificial clothes and stood by the altar listening to the heavenly hexagram with the big men and the people in the audience, that he noticed something unusual. No matter how bad the year is, it will not be the turn to rehash the tattered customs that were eliminated early. He was thinking that he didn't know whose children were going to die on the spot, and he had to find a way to save them.

Thousands of calculations, not on his own head.

When the old lady, who was dizzy and couldn't even stutter, pointed at him, he thought he was wrong. It wasn't until a group of masked executioners with strange ornaments came over with their teeth and claws waving their knives that he understood what was going on. Looking at the group of dog officials around him, they all nodded with satisfaction, no matter how dull they were, they should have figured it out.

"Fart! The old rules of a hundred years ago came out and said to me here, you are so bold! I see who dares to touch a hair of the master! Get out of here! ”

"Stinky boy, it's not up to you!" An official stroked his beard.

"Let go of me! Where's my mom and dad? I want to see my mom and dad! If you dare to offend me, you won't be able to eat and walk around! ”

He struggled like crazy. But the group of people pointed at it as if it were a joke. One of them said:

"Didn't you see that none of your family came? You're all so busy that you only send one person to send us every year. I finally invited the little master out, where did you say you could leave? ”

The little boy broke free from the man who was twisting his arm, ran to the edge of the altar and shouted to the people watching the excitement below:

"Fellow fathers and fellow villagers, I have helped you a lot on weekdays, but don't pretend to be dead one or two at this time!"

The common people looked at each other, and they really felt that it was inappropriate, but they couldn't say it. One of them rushed up with firewood on his back and shouted:

"This rule is indeed abolished. And why is it so coincidental that Heaven is pointing to kill him......"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman beside him who was holding the child anxiously tugged at the corner of his coat and motioned for him to shut up.

"Whew!" A yin and yang weird person on the stage lifted the waist of his trousers, "Whoever the goddess says is who it is!" There is a kind of you let this kid count you on the spot, whose child can be sacrificed to the sky to calm the wrath! ”

The crowd suddenly fell silent. Their eyes were fixed on the little boy, as sharp as knives. He was suddenly speechless, and opened his empty hand to gesture to something. Everyone was afraid of his every move, for fear that if he said a word, their own children would die like this.

Those eyes have no usual reverence and supplication, and some are just dodging and timidity.

If you let him point out any one of them, maybe that group of people will really dare to kill. But by this time, the little boy had already understood that it was too late. He is dead, and he is more satisfied with the people above and below than he is alive.

"Good...... Good, so good, can be ......"

His eyes were empty, and his mouth was full of unfinished words. People thought he was mad.

But no one came forward.

The knife fell, and the blood froze everywhere. On the stage is like a pack of hungry hunting dogs, and a little fishy smell can provoke a carnival and feast. The thirst for spiritual power led them to rush forward in spite of their image, biting at the broken limbs. The lambs in the audience stared blankly at everything—their head sheep, their sheepdogs, reduced to imperceptible crumbs between the sharpness of their knives and teeth, and they just watched, saying nothing, doing nothing.

The head sheep and the dog can be found again, but it is not okay if their own lives are gone.

"Mom, what are they doing?" A little girl dangles her mother's arm.

"They're eating meat."

"What meat? I want to eat it too. ”

"Don't dare! That's all the stuff of the old man. ”

The hyenas were gone, and there was not even a white bone left in the center of the altar except for a pool of blood. It's as if the child who was broken into pieces there never existed in the first place. Everyone licked the blood stains from the corners of their mouths, and their faces were covered with red that could not be washed off. They returned to their seats contentedly and turned back into human beings, smiling contentedly after gluttony.

At that moment, the sky also turned blood red, and a jet-black pillar of light shot straight into the sky from the center of the altar. The whole cloud was soaked in blood and ink, revealing a terrible mottled color. In the blink of an eye, black raindrops fell from the clouds. When people touched their faces, the black, viscous water was bright red when it was wiped off. Then the crowd began to scream and start fleeing, as they found that the things were spreading over their skin like man-eating ants, eroding and piercing their hearts. The nobles under the canopy didn't know what was going on, but they just smelled a smell of burnt meat. But soon, their bellies swelled one by one, higher and higher, like poor people who had eaten Guanyin soil, until they all exploded, and their intestines and stomachs were all over the ground. ”

Jiyue-kun spoke eloquently, and several listeners frowned. Especially Duan Yuesheng, who came over at some point, his brows were simply wrinkled into buns.

"Later, what about later?" Ah Luan, who appeared at some point, asked in a whisper at the table. Even the little black and white guy was scared, and curled up on the back of her neck and didn't dare to move.

"Then the little boy's spirit jumped before everyone's eyes, screaming, shaking their shoulders, and shouting: 'Why do you want to harm me!' Why don't you help me! You all deserve to die, every one of you deserves to die! 'The rich and abundant spiritual power in his life made him turn into terrible evil spirits, terrifying ghosts, and ask for their lives one by one after his death. The entire city melted and disappeared in this rain of blood. But he was not satisfied—he felt that no matter whether it was a man or a woman, an old man or a child, as long as it was a person, his nature was evil and indifferent, and he wanted everyone to die...... In this way, the neighboring towns were also killed by him one by one, and the death was all tragic and twisted. Until he was about to kill the thousandth man, countless black iron chains rose from the ground and firmly bound him. ”

This is Yingyue-kun's business.

Except for Duan Yuesheng, they all heard it, but they didn't dare to say a word.

"Look at it this way...... He's actually quite pathetic. He said.

"Oh? You think so," Jiyuejun turned his face slightly, "Those people who were killed by him in the past and in the future are not pitiful?" ”

"I believe there are still good people...... But there's a reason why he's like this. Duan Yuesheng scratched his head.

"Even if you say that, it doesn't change anything. The Lord, the Lord of Naraku, trapped him with a chain formation, and only a voice came from the earth, asking him if he knew he was wrong? He just screams, just goes crazy, doesn't listen to anything, doesn't say anything. After seven days and seven nights, he calmed down and replied firmly: 'What was wrong with me?' ’”

People deserve to die, people are dirty in their bones, and everyone deserves to die.

Such thoughts have been deeply seared into his soul.

"Originally, that adult wanted him to walk around the world, experience a few years, and take a good look at the truth, goodness and beauty that really existed. It's just that...... For more than twenty years, he has not repented for a day, and he is still trying to break free from the control of the demon rope. Wherever he fled to the ends of the earth, the voice lingered — 'Do you know what's wrong?' ’”

- There is no evil in all living beings in this world, which one should not die?

- You don't know what's wrong yet.

Then the chains tightened a little tighter, and he rolled on the ground in pain, and cried hoarsely.

He slowly learned to compromise and pretend to accept his fate. But if he doesn't wake up, he won't really get rid of the shackles. Until one day, he finally did another wrong thing.

"—he won't wake up."

The adult said.