The night was so quiet that the breathing seemed so noisy - even if it was just for one person.

His heartbeat was as chaotic as his breathing, and it had been going on for days, and he still couldn't calm down. Because he killed people for the first time - a lot of people. He didn't want to do this, but he couldn't contain the well-flowing emotions, and an unknown force poured out from the bottom of his heart, and instead of him, he did what he had only thought of for a moment. Once you've done that, there's no going back.

He hid by a lake and tried to wash the blood off his body with water. Although he encountered many wells along the way, he did not dare to linger for a moment, for fear of being discovered. The moonlight illuminates the lake, and the lake reflects his face. Only then did he realize that his hair had turned white at some point, perhaps because he was too nervous in the process of escaping for his life, and he had not rested well, so it became like this. Luckily, what he feared the most, the wings that had spread out behind his back and were by no means human, had disappeared at some point.

At least that way, he didn't have to worry about being too eye-catching and getting caught. It all happened so suddenly, even he didn't know what he had experienced. Compared with the change in appearance, the moment as if he was stabbed in the heart, it was the most lasting pain.

But the clothes had to be changed, the material was too good, not like something that ordinary people should wear. What's more, there is a big opening in the back, which is too eye-catching, and obviously can't be worn normally. The restriction on the city was lifted, and he was finally able to escape from the city. But he didn't know where to go, maybe another city, maybe the prairie. He had expected that the cumbersome wings that had disappeared would allow him to fly over the walls, but in reality, he wouldn't use them at all—only in that split second, when dozens of arrow-like feathers burst out. But that's not what he really meant, he just ...... Out of control, unable to arrange this may be part of yourself.

"It's all this time, and there are still people......

He heard a man's voice, and his spirit tensed instantly. What he didn't know was that at this very moment, inconspicuous, tiny white fuzz appeared on his skin, just as it had been that day.

"It's a very demonic person." It's an ethereal female voice.

He saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking under a nearby tree. In the moonlight, the woman's clothes were too dazzling—though not fancy, just monotonous pink and light brown, but the style was a little cumbersome, and even dragged the cloak to the ankles, which he had only seen the eldest lady of the Taki family wear. In comparison, the dark clothes of men are very ordinary.

The woman bent down and looked at him with her hands on her knees. She was covered with a headband, probably satin. He clearly noticed that there was also a very strange smell on this woman—he couldn't tell what it was, there was a faint fragrance, but it was not fruit wood or fat powder. It was a smell he had never smelled before, and nothing could compare it. In addition, he can also feel that the woman is surrounded by great power.

Power can be perceived – if it is abundant enough. Probably this is spiritual power, he doesn't know. When he used to live in the house, he almost never came into contact with this kind of thing. Occasionally, he could feel the faint aura of the plants and trees, and this aura was even more pronounced when a Taoist priest came to his house to make sacrifices. The man on the side also has it, but it is a little thinner.

He didn't dare to speak, just stared at the two of them.

"Although it was washed off, there was a faint smell of blood on his body, and there was also a "Cheng You said," Cheng You said, "Should you ...... It's killing someone, right? This taste, to say the least, has three to five days. Could it be that you are the murderer of the Taki's family? ”

When he said this, Cheng You did not show emotions similar to fear. He's seen big scenes, and a mere killer isn't enough to worry about. And this person did not perceive fear or threat from Cheng You—I don't know how old he was and he was able to keenly capture people's emotional changes. Often, it's not a smell that's a change, it's a feeling.

"Two days ago, I heard the bees say," said the woman, "that they frequented the gardens of Takifu, and for a few days when no one took care of them, weeds grew a lot." They also said that the man who killed the people up and down the Takifu was the illegitimate son of the Takifu, called ...... It's called Takimiao. ”

Hearing the woman's brisk words as if they didn't matter, Takimiao's whole body trembled, making the two of them clearly aware of his emotions. Can't be wrong, he is.

"You ...... Is it someone from the government," he asked, "or is it an onmyoji?" ”

"Neither. However, what are you afraid of the Onmyoji doing? Cheng You asked him.

Takimiao didn't speak, and the woman said for him: "This person is half a monster...... It's kind of disgusting. ”

His heart seemed to be clenched tightly by someone's hand, and it hurt and numb, so that he could not speak for a long time.

"What should I do" Cheng You began to think, "You can indeed get a reward for sending you to the government, but ...... There's no need for that. A lot of onmyoji are looking for you too, right? And the witch doctors, too. A half-demon is a good material, and it should be worth more than giving it to a mediocre. ”

“…… You don't look like you're on top," Taki Miao gritted his teeth, "Who gave you a verdict on your qualifications?" ”

"Yo, it's fierce. Miss Ji'e, is this kind of person useful to you monsters? ”

"It's a shame for youkai."

"Yes, most humans feel the same way, and they want to kill them as soon as possible."

The bastard named Takimiao, a half-demon, had a calm face, clenched his hands, and asked coldly:

"What do you want? I kill one and I kill, and I kill two. With so many lives in your hands, I'm still afraid that you won't succeed? ”

"Can you still bluff...... I don't want to do it, it's just a waste of time. This kind of indiscriminate guy will be left to fend for himself wherever he wants, and it won't be long before he dies. ”

Ji'e turned her face slightly and said casually to look down on people. Her hair was somewhat curly, a peculiar off-white color that shone in the moonlight. This kind of hair is only found among human beings living in the Western Regions. But Takimiao was definitely not in the mood to appreciate this inhuman beauty, not to mention that he knew very well that this was a monster.

Cheng You smiled: "Then we should never have seen it." ”

After that, the two of them actually left like this, leaving Takimiao alone by the lake in a cold sweat. They were right, at that time, he didn't even know how he killed people, let alone go and do it with people. Either way, he survived another night, and he had to be more vigilant and find a way to get out of here.

As for what happened after that, he didn't think about it anymore. Sometimes, just staying alive is already a matter of doing your best.

Obviously, the two were far from worrying about it. The two walked for a while at night, and Ji'e couldn't help but ask him:

"Are the people we are looking for really on the same path?"

"Since you and I are both looking for impermanence ghosts, they come and go without a trace, follow a road, there is always one who can be found."

"Why are you looking for Ruyue-kun?"

They really didn't mention this question along the way, they just knew each other who they wanted to find. Cheng You seemed to expect her to ask this sooner or later, so he just smiled lightly and said calmly:

"Because I admire her, I want to learn from a teacher."

"Pharmaceutical? Or painting? ”

"Nature is painting. I've always wondered why she didn't paint anymore......"

"Didn't you say that the people who were killed by her paintings were actually poisoned?"

"Do you know how to draw spirits?" He suddenly said, "Anything that looks like a person, like a picture, like an occasion, can give birth to aura." Fu Fu Shen is also a polymer of Reiki, but Reiki is not spontaneous, but captures the flow of spiritual power around him over the years and condenses it. Painting is the same, except that this kind of humanoid thing is faster to absorb spiritual power. ”

"You mean, the things that she painted into were robbed of their vitality? Are those drugs and poisons fake? ”

"Directly inducing death with poison is too fast, too direct, and it will be easily detected. But if these herbs are mixed into the ink and slowly take away people's lives, the painting will absorb it faster. However, her drawing paper was also soaked in potion, and the aura only entered and could not be exited, even if all the souls were taken away, the people in the painting could not turn into monsters and come out to pretend. ”

"How do you know?"

"If I say I have such a painting, will you believe it?" He laughed.

"It's not about me."

"Miss Ji'e doesn't ask, it's embarrassing," he patted the basket with his backhand, "In order to inquire about her whereabouts, I replaced the painting." But I did see this painting, and I thought about the painter for a long time, so I embarked on the road of painting, and I still wanted to see her. What about you? Why do you want to see Immortal Moon Monarch? Because he is the only youkai among the six realms of impermanence? ”

Ji'e suddenly stopped, and Cheng You looked back at her. Under the moonlight, she looked up, her eyes empty, almost dazed. She raised her hand a little helplessly, looked at her pale palm, but said nothing.

"Girl, this is ...... What's wrong? ”

"I don't know."

"What?"

"I didn't think about it."

“…… Do you really, never, ever think about such a question? So what do you do with him? When you see him, what will you say? ”

Ji'e sighed slightly, put down her hand, and lowered her head.

"Maybe I thought about it, but it didn't work out. All I knew was that I wanted to go to him, to see him again. You know, the first time I saw him in Qinglize, it sounded familiar. In the distant past, we must have seen it. ”

"You're like this, it's like a script, could it be that there is some cause in your past life."

"I don't know...... But perhaps, there is a possibility. ”

"Then you can just find an impermanence and ask about your past," Cheng Yu comforted her, "It is said that Liangyue-kun has a Ten Thousand Ghost Chronicles, which records all the memories of the past and future lives of youkai, you can also ask." ”

"Hmm. But if I could, I would still like to see him in person. ”

Like butterflies and flowers.