"Ha ......" Bishamen exhaled as if admired: "What a mistake, you actually heard it...... But with this little thing, you dare to go straight to the door. ”

"If you guess wrong, you'll be demonized directly."

"Probably not," Wang Heng shrugged: "Anyway, I have also used various methods to ask about many artifacts, Yan Mi, Kun Wu, and Que...... After realizing the blind spot of thinking about memories in life, just talking to them can feel that many expectations are violated, and in the end they fail to live up to this expectation. Finish. ”

"Whew" and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Bishamon lowered himself and buried his head in the water.

No longer worried about whether Wang Heng would demonize, and there was nothing else to interfere with, she finally couldn't escape the problem she subconsciously wanted to ignore.

When you close your eyes in the water, you can feel only a great silence and darkness, not that you can't hear anything, but you can't hear any real sound.

"Said to me when I was not yet fully demonized," Bishamen looked up from the water, "She heard the sound of slashing all around her, and there was a middle-aged couple lying beside her, with two huge wounds on their chests, and their mouths were still making a "ho-ho" sound, and from time to time blood foam came out of the corners of their mouths. ”

She said she also saw people dragging a little boy by the hair and dragging him to the ground, some people laughing, and more people crying.

"The flames are invading everywhere, and you can smell the choking snuff of burning straw, the smell of blood that keeps burrowing into your nostrils, and the smell of burnt meat......"

"Wella......" Wang Heng's expression was complicated, some pain, some regret, and some anger.

Bishamen raised his head and burst into tears: "Heng, do you say that people can really feel so much pain before they die?" ”

"He who has died once, falls into the abyss again, and tastes the taste of death a second time......"

"I remembered her real name, and I experienced pain and despair again in my memories, but I had to kill her a second time......"

Bishamen covered his face and burst into tears: "She called me my sister, and she helped me block so many injuries, but I couldn't protect her even once......"

"Wella!" Wang Heng couldn't hold back any longer and shouted out.

Bishamen was unconscious: "I asked her to protect me, that's why she ......"

"Poof".

Wang Heng jumped into the bath, splashed a large ball of water, and hugged her tightly: "Enough!" If you want to blame it, then blame me! ”

"I made the decision to let the waiter fend off that blow!"

"I used the boundary line to prop her up and make her feel at ease!"

"I killed her with my own hands!"

Wang Heng's voice was a little hoarse in pain, but with a resolute will: "I will definitely kill the warlock!" ”

"But if you're to blame, then blame me!"

The cool wind blew, which calmed down Bishamen a little.

Quietly stayed in Wang Heng's arms for a while.

Feeling the trembling body of the person in his arms gradually calming down, Wang Heng let go of his hand and said softly, "Have you calmed down?" ”

Bishamon nodded slightly.

Wang Heng opened his eyes slightly: "I'll go out and wait for you." ”

Walking out of the backyard of the Divine Palace, Wang Heng raised his head and looked at the sky.

His face was hideous, his fists were clenched, and he roared twice into the sky silently.

He and the waiter have known each other and have been fighting side by side for several months, and the long-haired black waiter is silent, but quite reliable, helping Bishamen block an unknown number of attacks, but he does not feel pain when he is injured.

If Wang Heng didn't know about her injuries, she might be able to hide them, so Wang Heng could only take her to medicine in person every time.

I love cherry blossoms the most, and I hate the smell of alcohol the most.

I like Bishamentian and call her sister.

I want to be close to Bishamonten, but I'm always too shy.

has an intimate relationship with the rain.,But I like to fight with her about who is the most important guardian of my sister.。

Wang Heng is not familiar with this world.

Except for the matter of Bishamentian, he has always held a cold and onlookist attitude.

The relationship with the artifacts of the demon slaying team is not far away, maybe a little closer to Que, but it is also more like the mutual trust of comrades-in-arms.

But his meticulous observation skills always allowed him to see and remember something different.

So he'll have a couple of drinks with the bold Que and make some innocuous jokes.

So he would talk to the delicate rain about the little things that Bishamen made when he was alone.

So he'll discuss with the lively Aya how to shoot more accurately.

……

So he would take the taciturn attendant to the medicine himself.

All of them are to make the atmosphere of the demon slaying team more harmonious and tacit cooperation.

But knowing that the waiter was dead, he realized that unconsciously, the members of the demon slaying team had accumulated trust in him.

He made the decision to fend off the attack, and he didn't hesitate to defend himself.

He used the realm line to assist the attendant, so she became reassured.

But in the end, he led the waiter to a dead end, and even killed the woman who had fallen into such a situation because he trusted him.

was expected, responded to expectations, and ultimately lived up to expectations.

He originally owed nothing to the world, but now he has an extra debt that he can't repay.

The debt was so heavy that he wanted to yell and even kill something to vent.

……

It took quite a while for Bishamon to come out of the bath, and this time she was really a little too sick.

Perhaps it was the coolness of the pool water that finally brought back her rationality, and Wang Heng looked calm when he saw her again.

"Heng," Bishamon began, "do you know who the warlock is?" ”

Wang Heng nodded, but shook his head again.

Bishamen was a little puzzled.

He said softly, "I can basically be sure that the god holding the tin staff is a warlock, one reason is that the warlock's weapon is in the right shape according to the gods, and the other reason is that in the battle described by Mr. Yan Ya, that god has always been the most aggressive, and even the killing of Ebisu-sama was actually his handiwork." ”

"Also," Wang Heng hesitated, "It seems that he is the only one who uses the divine taboo to kill artifacts." ”

Bishamen nodded quietly, "But you can't be sure of the identity of the tin staff deity?" ”

Wang Heng nodded.

Bishamon's expression grew cold.

Wang Heng smiled bitterly: "You don't plan to beat all the gods by yourself again, do you?" ”

Bishamon snorted noncommittally.

Wang Heng sighed: "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this, there is another person who may know who the warlock is." ”

"Huh?" Bishamen frowned and thought for a moment.

"Yastoshi God." Wang Heng said softly.

Bishamon's eyes lit up.

Although Yatoshi said that he didn't know who the Warlock was during the Divine Discussion, judging from the fact that he was able to track down the Warlock even if he was just tracking down the Face Demon, he might have some way to find the Warlock.

"In addition to the god of Yatoi, there is also Nora."

Mei Yu's abilities should not have been revealed, and if luck is not too bad, at least one of these two people should be able to be found.