Night.

Fujiwara mansion.

The continuous imitation Tang Dynasty buildings are like black shadows.

In the slightly dilapidated small building, wisps of black gas slowly floated out, swaying upward.

Gradually, a mist grew in the courtyard and spread.

"Plop", "Plop".

A few muffled sounds came.

The guard, who was carrying a lantern and carrying a knife to patrol the night, suddenly turned black and fell to the ground.

Whew

A cold wind struck, and the candle flame in the lantern swayed for a while, and then went out with a pop.

The teams of people who fell to the ground, after the wind blew, their clothes instantly decayed and ashed, as if they had walked through decades of time.

A pale mist, fluttering, covered it.

When they spread out again, only a few piles of dry bones remained.

The fog seems to be a little thicker.

The entire Fujiwara Mansion, unconsciously, has been shrouded in a thick white mist.

In all directions, there was no sound at all.

The croaking of frogs, insects, squagging and water leaks, which used to last all night, disappeared tonight.

There was only a deathly silence.

It seems that tonight, the entire Fujiwara mansion up and down, hundreds of people, have fallen into the deepest dream.

In a room, there is a light.

Through the cracks in the doors and the edges of the windows, the fog gradually seeps in.

Then, the panes and doors were up, and a thick layer of frost formed on them.

After a few breaths, the light in the room dimmed.

The mist, which had become faintly paler, seeped out again, merging upwards.

Faintly visible, a gloomy white mist enveloped the entire vicinity of Fujiwara's house.

In the dream, Fujiwara is not waiting for the past as if he has returned to the past.

At that time, he was newly married and lived in a small building with his wife.

"Husband, you're finally back."

At the entrance, a woman in a purple kimono kneeling with her hair pulled up high, her eyebrows lowered and smooth, changed into slippers for him.

"Well, it's okay at home."

He put on his slippers and asked absentmindedly.

But I vaguely felt that something was wrong in my heart.

I thought about it carefully, but I couldn't think of anything.

"The house is cleaned, and Meihong went to the shrine yesterday, and it is said that she met the blessing of the gods."

His wife came in after him, and said slowly in a gentle and happy voice.

"Gods? Eight meanings and gods? ”

The gods worshiped in their family are the eight meanings and gods.

This god is the clan god of the Fujiwara family, and it is also the recognized god of Takamagahara.

"No, it's Kurokawa Taisha, the Kurokawa god enshrined!"

"Nonsense!"

Fujiwara roared in annoyance.

"My family has been passed down to the present day, and I have been worshipping the eight meanings and gods for generations, how can I accept the gifts of other gods?"

"You call my sister for me!"

"I'm going to discipline her well!"

The woman behind her knelt down in fear and pleaded:

"Meihong, she's still a child!"

"Even if it's a child, you have to be punished for doing something wrong!"

"But ······"

"No, call her!"

Fujiwara felt more and more strange in his heart, but he couldn't find the reason, and before he knew it, he became irritable.

"Father, you call me?"

A beautiful girl with white hair and red clothes, dressed in gorgeous clothes, had appeared beside her at some point, and her eyes glowed with firelight, staring at him quietly, as if she was looking at a dead person.

"Are you······ Sister red? ”

Fujiwara was shocked by this look and took half a step back.

"When, your hair?"

At this time, there seemed to be a thunderbolt in his heart.

Sister red?

Do I have this daughter?

And so on·········

Like, indeed······ There was a daughter who died young, and she didn't even have time to pick her name.

When did I forget it·······

"Father, I'm your daughter······"

The white-haired girl, crying and laughing, slowly approached.

Tick-tock, tick-tock······

Blood was dripping from his body.

There was a lot of rust in the air.

"You forgot to give me my name, I'm having such a hard time down there·····"

Sister red means dyed red.

It's just a nickname.

It's not an official name.

Only when he grows up a little does he have an official name.

After all, even in the families of the nobles, the infant mortality rate is always high.

Fujiwara doesn't know why.

A child without a name, after his death, even in the underworld, he will not be cared for by the clan, and he will not even be counted in the family tree, and he will not be regarded as a ghost of the Fujiwara family.

Even, it's too fragile to even be a ghost.

Fujiwara staggered and stepped back in horror, but he might as well hold on to his feet with a pair of cold hands.

Hiss –

It was as if I had immersed my feet in ice water in the middle of summer, and suddenly a cold air rushed to the heavens.

He lowered his head and met a pair of vicious and resentful eyes.

His original wife, with her hair disheveled, questioned him:

"How did Mei Hong die? How did Mei Hong die? ”

"Fujiwara is not waiting, what did you promise me?"

"You're so ruthless! You're so ruthless! You're so ruthless—"

The white-haired girl, with blood and tears, approached step by step.

Fujiwara Bubi collapsed, tears and snot remained, and shouted:

"It's not me, it's not me, it's a prostitute, it's a prostitute!"

"Don't look for me, don't look for me!"

With a sudden shock in his heart, the dream in front of him was shattered, and he sat up from the bed suddenly, soaking wet, as if he had just finished a 10,000-meter marathon.

"Hah······ Ha ········"

Gulping, gasping for air, he finally relented.

"Original····· It's a dream······"

With a deep sigh, he lay down.

"Already, it's been so long·······"

At this moment, through the moonlight outside the window, a layer of white mist, silently, floated indoors.

At this moment, a pearl on the wall suddenly emitted a cold pale blue light.

The mist shone through the light, and tumbled, like a living thing, and obviously stagnated.

Then it slowly condensed into a human form and turned into a vague image of a young woman.

"Eight Meanings and ······ God"

She looked in the direction of the shrine fearfully, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up her mind.

Suddenly, the fog converged from all directions.

The pearl shines brightly, illuminating the interior quietly and brightly.

Fujiwara stood up in shock, saw the woman's appearance, pointed at her, and was almost speechless:

"You, you ·······"

The woman smiled sadly, and did not come forward, but wept silently:

"Husband, do you remember me, do you remember how you promised me?"

"I ·······"

"I can't help you."

If there was enlightenment in his heart, he calmed down and smiled bitterly:

"At that time, I had just been promoted, and I hadn't been home for half a month, and by the time I came back, it was already late."

"But what can I do?"

"She was a prostitute, and she was already pregnant at that time······· I can't do anything, I can only assume it's an accident. ”

Fujiwara took a deep breath and said with a smile:

"Actually, I've almost forgotten what you look like, and in a blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed······ I never thought that I would be able to see you and say a few words to you. ”

"What kind of world is there under the Yellow Spring?"

The boundary between the living and the dead is inherently difficult to violate.

Even the Fujiwara family knows very little about the afterlife.

The woman's face was cold, tears flowed, but unconsciously, she replied:

"It's bad, it's very bad, the ghosts of the underworld are all miserable."

"Because I miss the world, I wander between yin and yang, and I almost turn into a ghost."

"Fortunately, Kurokawa Okami is merciful, give me this opportunity to punish you."

Her nails, long, were painted with a layer of bright red.

With tears in her eyes, she slowly pierced her nails into her body.

Fujiwara screamed in pain with an "ah", and the blood flowed nonstop.

"That way, we'll be together······"

Gently, holding his head in her arms, the woman wept and sighed contentedly.