In the warm spring season, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

Pale pink clouds are piled up on the branches of giant trees, the rolled petals fall to the ground one after another with the wind, and there are always a few butterflies patrolling next to the clogs that have stepped on the scattered petals, and everything is scented with revival.

The warm spring breeze, the cold and warm sun, the Lord of the Enma allowed the personnel of the underworld to go out, all the way to the mountains and rivers, the lord of the underworld coerced the lonely souls and wild ghosts to detour, and occasionally a few dizzy ghosts were also packed and sent back to the underworld by the two ghost envoys, and the journey was quite peaceful and smooth.

"Ah, it's been a long time, this spring scene."

The ghost made the black cast a spell to put away the giant scythe, and at this moment, he stretched out his arm and pulled the branches of the cherry blossom tree by the roadside, and a few pink petals fell, fell on the top of his shoulder, and were gently patted down, and fell into the mud.

"Hundreds of years through the underworld and the world, but it's just spring, why haven't you seen it?"

A little light red was slanted into the white hair of the ghost envoy, it was a wild flower that the ghost made black find out of nowhere, and a little bit of color lined the pale face of the ghost envoy with a little blood.

"This is different, in the past, I either rushed to subdue the evil spirits or rushed back to the underworld, how could I have so much leisure to play in the mountains and rivers here? You say yes, Bai? ”

Not necessarily. The ghost made Bai roll his eyes slightly in his heart, "Your work attitude is really not worry-free, the ghost makes it black." When did you miss time outside on the pretext of work? ”

"Not once." Suddenly the ghost black handed him a wreath of flowers, on which were cleverly stuck with a few cherry blossom petals.

The ghost envoy Bai sighed, if this is seen by the cherry blossom demon, he will not give him milk every time?

"The Devil Makes the Black...... I'm not a little girl anymore, and the garlands aren't for me. Hurry up, Yama-sama, they're waiting in front. ”

He quickened his pace forward, listening to the nonchalant echo of the ghost's black voice. The creaking sound of clogs on the ground gradually returned from chaos to neatness, and by the time Oni Shiro noticed it, he had already distanced himself from Oni Hei by seven or eight paces.

He turned around and saw the ghost envoy black standing there, a butterfly parked on the tip of his finger that used to hold the black giant scythe, and the butterfly's wings flapped slightly between breaths, as if it would fly away from his fingertips and return to the sea of flowers in the next second.

He stood like this, with no sorrow or joy in his eyes, a clear tenderness.

Towards noon, Enma chose a place against a huge cherry blossom tree for them to rest.

The ghost made Bai take a sip of sake, the fragrant liquor slid down the throat, the sweet taste filled the entire mouth with the fragrance of flowers, and the eyes that had been watching Meng Po and the mountain rabbit make a fuss involuntarily glanced at the ghost who was playing with the black and white boy - he was carrying the white boy, the little guy was holding his head with one hand and reaching the flowers on the tree with the other, and the black boy stood obediently behind him and looked up, I don't know if he was looking at the flowers or the white-haired boy under the flowers.

Today, these two little guys are gradually getting acquainted with the ghost envoy, and they are gradually getting bigger and smaller without the necessary respect, but they are a little afraid of themselves in comparison.

Why?

The ghost makes Bai feel that maybe the ghost makes the black have more of that "human" intimacy than himself.

Ghost emissaries don't need air, but that doesn't mean they can't breathe.

"You were washed away by Meng Po Tang, so naturally you don't know what 'breathing' is, and the ghost makes Hei retain his memories and instincts as a human being, people have to breathe, so he naturally knows to breathe." This is the explanation given to him by Meng Po.

So, when I go to reincarnation, will I be able to experience what it's like to be a "human"?

The thought sounded in the mind of the ghost envoy as if it were electrocuted, and he trembled.

"The devil makes white." The judge's voice reached his ears, calming him down from his unconscious trembling.

"Your Excellency, Judge." He turned back.

"It's been so long, and the ghost envoy has long been familiar with the work, and according to the rules, you should enter reincarnation." The judge's voice was cold and without a trace of emotion, revealing the indifference and impersonal nature of business.

A bolt of lightning struck and pinned the ghost white to the spot, his body stiffened, his body could not move, cold sweat broke out, and it took him great self-control to control his urge to escape.

"Well, he'...... The attitude was very unsettling, so I thought ......"

The second half of the sentence can't go on, and the evasion and excuse that anyone can see can hide from the judge who decides life and death?

The judge's face was unshocked, and when he was about to speak again, Enma said slowly, "Judge." Instead, he told him to be quiet and shut up.

Enma looked at the demon envoy.

The eyes of the Enma, who could see through everything, swept him up and down a few times, and the ghost made Bai only feel that he had been seen through from the inside out, so that he had nowhere to hide from what he thought in his heart.

"If your mood changes, let him go." Enma said casually, and then smiled at him.

The judge was quite puzzled, and it was not good to disobey the will of the Enma, and when he looked at the ghost envoy Bai, he was not surprised to see that he breathed a sigh of relief.

The judge suddenly understood what Enma meant when he said that his state of mind had changed.

Walking between the two worlds, the lonely ghost envoy rarely has companionship and does not need to be independent between heaven and earth, even if it is an emotionless ghost envoy, he will involuntarily cherish this warmth, not to mention this black and white ghost envoy, accompanied by nearly a thousand years?

The white boy rode on the shoulder of the ghost black, and the black boy grabbed the corner of the ghost black's clothes and stood in the direction where the white boy might fall, always on guard. The ghost made Hei feel funny, couldn't he even take care of such a child as a big person? Many years ago, when he was a teenager, he would carry his younger brother on his shoulders through the mountains and forests, and that was when they were happiest.

He stood up and walked out of his mind, until the white boy shouted: "Ah, Master Bai is here!" And he came back to his senses when he struggled and moved on his shoulders to go down.

The ghost envoy Bai came over with a plate of glutinous rice cakes, and the familiar gentle smile on his face looked a little sluggish.

The ghost made black put the white boy down, the ghost made white squat down, and the white fingers picked up a piece of crystal pastry and fed the white boy a mouthful, let him take the plate and take another piece himself, stood up and sent it into the ghost black's mouth, and rubbed the glutinous rice flour on the corner of his lips with a movement of his fingers.

"Ah Bai, did you drink the fake wine that you swallowed?" The ghost made black chew on the pastry, and his voice was slurred.

"You've grabbed so many branches and petals, it's not clean." The ghost made Bai say it for granted, and in the blink of an eye, he suddenly sneered, and even the wildflower fell from between the soft white hair.

He paused, then gave Oni Hei a gentle hug.

"In the future, when you come out to extradite the soul, let's take a look at the surrounding scenery." The ghost envoy whispered in his ear, "I'm with you." ”

The black boy clumsily picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake and put it into the white boy's mouth, chanting: "You have pulled flower branches, and you have soil on your hands, I will feed you." The white boy chewed the pastry in his mouth, but he was a little anxious: "Don't just care about giving me food, black boy, you have to eat it too......"

This is another warm spring scene.