The last of the red leaves were blown off the branches by the Winter Oni and floated to the ground, splitting in two on the bleeding blade. The small pieces flew into the distance with the cold wind, and the rest slowly sank and were eaten away by pools of blood......

Consciousness has long since flown into the darkness, and now the body is just walking on the land as a soulless shell.

......

Boro has a hollow eye and no energy...... When he awoke, he was in the middle of the twisted jungle.

The cold permeated his body, and he shuddered and took a flint from his bag. I wanted to chop down some trees to burn the fire, but the Mithril Sword, which was supposed to be with him, was missing.

I had no choice but to climb the cold trunk and cut off a few slender branches with a dagger as firewood......

The flames flickered and swayed at the bottom, and in order to prevent the flames from being blown out by the ghost wind, they could only forcibly drag their slightly warmed bodies and find a few frozen stones from the side to surround the fire.

Looking at the flames in front of him, he unconsciously felt a heavy sleepiness finally swept over his head, "This sleep may be quite long, I don't know how long it will take to find the white god." ”

The holy White Rose will follow Borough into a deep and long dream......

A scream of despair suddenly sounded, and Boro, who was about to fall asleep, was instantly awakened.

His eyes were blank and he looked around, and the sky became extremely eerie, with gray clouds rolling and a cold ghost wind howling.

The pale trees around him stared at him, and he could even hear the mockery coming from the depths of their trunks.

The flames burst before his eyes, turning into a familiar demonic face. "There's no way you're going to find her, never. She's dead! You killed her! You're still the same demon with filthy hands.

You're just like us~ a born devil, a sickle hanging over people's heads in anticipation of blood flowing~"

......

In the darkness of the night, Boro came to the village, which was supposed to remain quiet, knocked on the door of a family, and told them that he wanted to spend the night......

"But there's no room in the house for anyone else, and if you don't dislike it, I can put a quilt on the table and sleep on it for the night." The man beckoned him warmly. He didn't care about the Mithril Sword behind Boro.

"I'm sorry for you. Boro's face had already frozen, but he still forced a smile out of his face. Although it doesn't look so warm.

The man rummaged through his cupboard for a worn-out quilt that he didn't use, and asked about Boro.

"You're an exorcist too, right? ”

Boro picked up a bench and sat down by the fire, and replied, "Sort of." ”

"I'm not saying it, but there have been a lot of exorcists in the village lately, but none of them have succeeded. The man slammed the quilt on the dining table, "Actually, even if you don't come, I don't think anything will happen." ”

Boro just looked at the fire in front of him and didn't answer.

Boro ignored his own problems, and the man didn't feel any way. Because there will inevitably be people with such eccentricities in the world.

"By the way, have you ever killed someone? I've heard that some exorcists take over some killer jobs for a living. ”

Boro stared at the flames for a long time, and the man thought he didn't want to answer the question and was about to say something else.

"Killed"

The man wasn't very curious about this, after all, an exorcist like him who was so poor that he had to stay overnight in another house wanted to do this kind of thing more than once or twice.

"We have bandits here from time to time, but it's not a big problem, as long as we give them a little benefit, they won't bother us at that time. ”

The man looked at the almost made bed in front of him and nodded with satisfaction, "It's almost." Let's rest today. ”

Boro did not answer, but still sat by the fire, looking at something intently.

"In that case, I'm going to rest first. The man yawned and slipped into his bed. "I'll trouble you to add some firewood in a moment. ”

In the night, there was only one full moon hanging in the sky, and three blue leaves swirled around the moon wheel, constantly rotating and twisting to change their shape.

It wasn't until the next morning, when the white disc reappeared, that it gradually disappeared into the sky, hiding in the light and watching the earth darkly.

Gazing at the figure kneeling in a pool of blood below.

"You're not human! You're a demon! You're a demon!"

The man's last words still lingered in Boro's ears, and the trees around him began to turn into bloody bodies, their bodies flowing with black blood, pouring into the unknown darkness underground.

......

"The white god is hidden...... Six desires to add color......" The figure with a hoarse voice like a ghost standing on a high platform, shouting ancient incantations.

The villagers in the past have long been accustomed to the abnormality of the old man, what gods, ghosts and demons. It's all her talking nonsense, no one has ever really seen these things, and they all think of old people as crazy. Just let the madness continue. Anyway, it won't be long before it's time to die somewhere no one will be able to find out.

The strangeness of the adults did not discourage the children's curiosity, and Law passed by in a crowd with a group of children who had planned to catch fish in the waterhole outside the village.

Halfway, he was inexplicably attracted by the old man's words, so he broke away from his partner and came to the high platform alone. Listening to eerie spells.

Through the old man's body, the boy saw a white rose as white as snow, rooted in the darkness.

His body seemed to have stepped into that world, but the ground under his feet was unusually sticky, as if the rotten soil had been washed by brine.

The boy couldn't move, but the white petals in the distance slowly bloomed in front of him, and a slender spiritual branch stretched out from it to touch the boy's white neck.

The figure on the high platform noticed this, and immediately let out a high, excited laugh, but the throat seemed to be blocked by something more viscous than darkness. So much so that laughter turned into a terrible cry.

"The Heart of Heaven! The old man stretched out his withered palm and trembled and grabbed at Boro.

"The years have crushed my back, but you can stand up straight. I'm going to take what you're going to bear, and you're going to find the White Rose for me!"

The ogre demon is dancing on the high platform, and Boro does not choose to flee, but yearns for the holy rose that grows in the black viscous space.

The old man stepped back, sticking out two white hand bones and scratching at his face, not knowing whether she was shedding blood or tears. She just kept backing and backing. until it finally disappeared on the high platform.