It's a white world.

Some of them resemble the Snow Inkstone Valley, where there is a heavy layer of snow everywhere. But it's lighter and lighter than snow, and it glides leisurely across the vast stretch of the road.

In addition to the white earth, the grass that spreads all over the mountains is also white. The branches are black, but the flowers on the branches are white. The stream is crystal clear and the bottom is grayish, undulating rocks. The sky is white, the clouds are white, but the clouds are whiter, and the sky is slightly blue.

There is no color in this world, and there is no temperature.

The small house she lived in was covered with gray and black tiles, and the walls under the tiles were painted pure white, and there was not a single mark. There were two people in the courtyard, she was standing and the other was sitting. Next to the marble stool was still a stone table, on which rested a horn comb and a rope to tie the hair.

She was cutting the hair of the seated man, a twelve-year-old child, but his hair was as clean and white as snow, thick and heavy. These hairs are slightly curly, which will be longer when straightened, and they are also tied high on weekdays, only two strands of sideburns hang down on the chest and grow more slowly. But when the hair looks like it's almost ankle-length, it's time to cut it short, or you're going to stumble when you put it down.

Every seven days, she had to help cut her hair. Whether she cut her hair short like a boy or just to her ankles, it was always the same length after seven days. She had teased her before, saying that the hair looked like bamboo shoots, but the owner of the hair never made a big one. The owner of the hair was not annoyed, and he didn't have any expression, just tilted his head and thought about it.

"You say, if only the sword could be cut short like my hair."

“…… Why do you say that all of a sudden? ”

She straightened up her cut hair, stacked it on the table, and went to get a comb and headband. Fingers and horn combs run through the smooth strands of hair, as smooth and fluttery as satin.

"I just wanted to say it all of a sudden......" it was a somewhat empty child's voice, "I know when my hair will be cut, but I don't know when it will die." ”

"Really? Do they know? ”

She smiled wearily, but she was used to it. After tying her hair up, she patted the child on the shoulder and signaled that she could stand up. Neither of them spoke again. After a brief silence, she continued:

"Let's burn it later." She pushed the hair that was about to slide down the table inward, "Xiao will think of a way." We'll all figure it out. ”

The child nodded obediently. As for what you think in your heart, it's probably another matter. She doesn't expect her children to trust them completely, and preferably not — so that they don't grieve too much when they can't do anything. But comforting words, no one will hate to listen to it, it doesn't cost anything, just bring some heart.

She said, "I'll go find him." For so long, there was no news from that guy. If you want to rest, just sit here, or go back to the house and have a look. ”

"Hmm."

The child watched her leave. She stepped out of the low fence and followed the path to the door. The light white gauze dress fluttered with her steps, like a pink butterfly in midsummer. But it's winter, it's just not cold here, and neither is she.

The breeze came and took away a few white threads. The child looked at the hair on the table, put them in his hand, and went back to the house with a comb in the other. The room was dark with no windows or lights. The child puts down what he is holding and lifts the visor in front of the window. There was a window at the end of the bed, and the child climbed on the edge of the bed, reached out to remove the plank, and pushed it open.

Another gust of wind, mixed with the faint fragrance of some kind of flower, poured in with the light.

The man on the bed moved, and the child turned his head and leaned in to look.

“…… Ah Luan? ”

As soon as Shanhai opened his eyes, he saw a child's face, almost as close as he had pasted it. As soon as he came to his senses, he was startled and almost knocked together.

This scene is really familiar.

But it wasn't Ah Luan, he recognized it at a glance. They look completely different, and their clothes are different. The younger child in front of him was wearing a long coat with wide cuffs and pleated hems. The dark red sash strangles the slender waist, and the warm gray tunic is lined with white and sewn with black buttons. The child is much more elaborate than Ah Luan, but when she is at home, she also has to dress up more cumbersome and cumbersome.

"I'm sorry, girl, may I ask ......"

Mountains and seas swallowed. He had so many questions at once that he didn't know which one to start with. The little girl looked at him with big gray eyes behind her hands. Her eyelashes were long, and when she got too close, she almost poked Shanhai's face.

"Akatsuki brought you back. You passed out. We saved you. ”

She summed up the whole thing in three sentences lightly. Shanhai didn't say anything for a while, and closed his mouth. Well, at least one problem was solved.

"Well, I can't thank you enough...... In the mountains and seas of Shimorin. What's your name, please? Also, who is Xiao's friend? ”

"I'm Mo Liang...... Dawn is dawn. And sister, you can call her Chi Li. ”

The little girl's language was a little fragmentary, but it didn't affect her comprehension. Shanhai thought for a while, then asked tentatively:

"Ah, then, do you have ...... Did you see my apprentice? It's a girl, a little taller than you, and carries a medicine box on her back......"

"You're alone."

"Just me?"

"You're one."

Shanhai let out a long sigh, not knowing whether he was anxious or relieved. He suddenly collapsed on the bed again, exhausted beyond words. He looked up, a small room, with even the ceiling painted white. After a long time, he came quietly:

"Am I dead?"

“…… You are alive. ”

"Really?" He propped himself up slightly, "I've heard that the heavenly realm is so clean, and everywhere is as white as a cloud. ”

"It's rude."

"Sorry...... I mean, it's clean and beautiful. And—and I didn't deserve to live. ”

"You're alive." The little girl said seriously, "Don't look for death next time." ”

"No, I didn't. I was just...... Well, you're right. ”

Shanhai forcibly squeezed out a smile to show politeness, but was silently said bluntly, "It's ugly".

The atmosphere was a little awkward. After a while, Shanhai still couldn't hold back and asked.

"Ikenashi girl is ...... again"

"It's my sister. She first lived alone, and then I came. ”

"Little girl......" Shanhai tried to say something, "forgive my presumptuousness, but ...... I feel that there is a strange demonic aura in you. Not only that, but the whole house looks as clean as new, but the aura is very messy. ”

Mo Liang's eyes widened slightly. Then, after thinking for a moment, she replied:

"That's true. But I'm a real human being...... Sorry, can you say your name again? ”

"Ah, Rinyama and Hai."

Mo Liang tilted his head slightly, looking like he was in deep thought. Then, she shook her head.

"I don't have any impression of the name, I'm sorry."

"Zai Xia is just a junior in the rivers and lakes, and he really has no reputation. Your surname is Mo ...... I remember that the Mo family is also an onmyoji, and they have been slaying demons for generations. Seeing that you have a little demonic aura on you, could it be that you are also a child of their Mo family? ”

Mo Liang looked at him blankly.

"You know me?"

"I know the Mo family. But in recent years, they seem to have disappeared from the rivers and lakes. I've been watching, and I don't know. ”

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I also heard that they had an ancestral bone sword, forged from the dead remains of Garuda. ”

"Hmm. If that's right, it should be my demonic energy. ”

"Uh...... Huh? Surely, is that really the case? ”

"Also, excuse me...... I'm actually a boy. ”

"Hmm...... Well? ”

Although he knew that it was a little rude, Shanhai still couldn't hold back, and looked up and down repeatedly at him. Maybe he hasn't grown up yet, and from that young face and immature voice, it's really hard to judge his true gender.

"Sorry, sorry."

"It's fine." He said in a calm tone, "I'm used to it. ”

I always feel that the atmosphere is a little more awkward.

Shanhai got out of bed and sat at the table in the room with Mo Liang. Shanhai glanced at him from time to time, but every time he found that Mo Liang was staring at him, he never moved his eyes. He didn't know what the little boy was thinking, but he was a little uncomfortable. And they sat across from each other,

"Dao Chief......" Mo Liang suddenly spoke.

"Huh? Listening. ”

"Do you want to eat pear blossom cake?"

"Huh? Well, yes. ”

"I can probably do it in the evening."

"Thank you."

After a brief conversation, the two fell silent again. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shanhai quickly took a look at the room. The space is actually very large, with tables, chairs, benches, wardrobes, and beds, as well as a wall, and a curtain, which must be the part that separates the kitchen. There were two beds here, the smaller one he slept on, the second one on the other wall, and the bedding neatly stacked.

There's a box next to the closet. Usually, expensive clothes or expensive gouache are locked inside. But Shanhai keenly sensed that there was a very dangerous thing stored in the box. It exudes an ominous aura and is the most unusual place in the entire house. Although from the appearance, there is no difference in sight.

There should be a bone sword there.

Seeing that his gaze stayed on it for a while, Mo Liang spoke again.

"The Taoist ......"

"Well, I'm here."

"Are you also an onmyoji? That apprentice of yours too? ”

"Ah, I'm an onmyoji, but my apprentice isn't. That girl is more special...... She is very smart and learns everything quickly, but she will inherit the family business in the future. ”

"Why? Then why does she still worship you as a teacher? ”

“…… It's a long story. ”

"Dao Chief."

"Yes."

"Will you break the spell then?"

"...... the curse?"

As soon as Shanhai asked a rhetorical question, the door was suddenly pushed open. It was not the sister in Mo Liang's mouth who came in, but a young man with a short cloak and a cape. Shan Hai immediately judged that he was not human. Not only the unadorned demonic aura, but also the short white hair, the pale green eyes of a rare stranger, and the half-rusted turquoise bronze mask with intricate patterns, all showed the unusual identity of the man.

Without waiting for Shanhai to react, he suddenly threw something glowing. Shanhai keenly reached out and caught it. When he took it in his hand, he found that this was not his Eight Desolation Mirror?

"Your mirror is broken." The man's voice was crisp, "But I'll fix it for you." Don't thank me. ”

"You, you are ......"

Before Shanhai could finish speaking, a woman followed him in. She wore a white light gauze skirt that was spotless. When she walked into the house, she said angrily, "What if I broke you again?" ”

"Don't panic, make up for it."

If the Eight Desolation Mirrors are cracked, they will become ordinary mirrors when they are repaired by craftsmen. But Shanhai checked it, and it seems that it still has those functions of distinguishing demons. He knew that men weren't human beings—so he hesitated for a moment, trying to shine a light on him in the Eight Desolations Mirror.

All he could see was a long, endless passage, like a hole that devoured everything, and there was no bottom in sight.

"Rin, how do you look in the mirror with a mirror?" The man smiled happily.

Shanhai didn't understand the meaning of his words, and was a little stunned. The woman raised the corners of her mouth, and her smile was a little deliberate, maybe she was not good at smiling, just like Mo Liang.

"Are you...... Ikenashi girl? ”

"Ah, did Xiao Liang tell you that? yes, indeed. This is Xiao. ”

The mountains and seas looked at him in disbelief.

"With all due respect, you're a mourning god, aren't you? Actually, you are ......"

"Extra-cloud mirror." He said simply, "That's what you call it, right?" ”

"Then we're ...... now"

"Cloud Realm."