Chapter 11: The Song of Death

Fuso, Osaka

The buildings are skyscraper, and there are many giant billboards, and among the modern buildings, you can still feel the cultural atmosphere of Fuso. It's always in small places, and it's everywhere.

At 12 noon, the sun was shining, the roasting earth was hot, and people's sweat made a sizzling sound when it fell on the manhole cover.

However, in the middle of the crowd, a seemingly unconventional figure in a shabby cloak was interspersed among them, and there was not a single gaze to watch.

"This is Osaka in Fuso?" After walking for about five minutes, Gu Bai finally found a shady alley, and at the same time, he also pulled his cloak and hat a little lower. The sun was too big at this time, and he didn't like it very much at the moment.

Gu Baizhi, who made a serious mistake yesterday, said that he could no longer stay in Kyoto, so after a meal at a restaurant at the foot of Mt. Kongo, he chose to take the new JR Thunderhawk rapid train to Osaka.

The 30-minute journey made him very uncomfortable, especially the moment he got on and off the bus. The state, the state he is in right now is just too bad.

The smell in the alley is not flattering, there are black bulging garbage bags everywhere, and a few garbage cans full of flies are lying sideways, this is the darkness under the shiny surface of Fuso, showing the beauty and hiding the ugly.

But Gu Bai walked straight in as if he couldn't smell the stench, walked to the place where the shadow was thickest, and sat down in an alcove.

The cloak was pulled tighter, and he curled up his body together, and he shivered with his head buried deep in his chest. Here it is again, the irresistible cold and cold war.

Gu Bai, whose body was curled up tighter, still couldn't stop the cold war, and Gu Bai, who had been tortured all night last night, still had no way to solve it.

But he knew that if the sun shone in this state, he would definitely be burned with white smoke.

Trembling, trembling.

The sun had sunset twenty degrees from the center, and Gu Bai had recovered from a trembling tremble. The temperature gradually spreads outward from the heart, warming the body little by little.

It hurts, it hurts all over the body. In particular, the head and back are like being beaten with hammers of different sizes.

And the voice of the wailing devil came at this moment, making Gu Bai's dizzy and painful head feel a little sober.

"Contract Master, it doesn't look like you're in a good state."

"yes. If I continue like this, I'll be killed by myself if I don't get found by the exorcist. Gu Bai's face was as red as blood, and he could only breathe through his mouth now after spitting out his red tongue.

"Hehe~ Because what you fused with is a demon after all, and it is also a demon of the plague system." Every time the wailing devil speaks, there must be a purpose, and this time Gu Bai also thinks so.

"There's no point in talking too much." He doesn't want to have one more thought now, and it's already very face-saving to be able to respond to a sentence.

"The plague is used to spread, you suppress him, and you are not a demon, of course you have to suffer yourself. Can't figure it out? There was mockery in the voice of the wailing devil.

"Spread? Where do I have this ability now? "Spreading the virus? There is so much energy to make viruses, it is better to leave a breath to repair the body.

Moving his body, Gu Bai said, "Is this body now?" ”

"Ah~ Demon King, what kind of IQ level contract master did you find for me?" Wailing "sighed" and said, "You have the ability to create a virus, but does the virus really need you to be created?" You are the pathogen, and if you take off the cloak and hat of the Impure King, the whole street outside will die! ”

After hearing this, Gu Bai suddenly realized, but immediately, he asked again, "What is the benefit of doing this?" ”

"Uhhhh He can not talk to the owner of the contract, but he cannot lie, as it is stipulated in the contract. …,

Listening to the voice of the wailing devil, Gu Bai said coldly: "Soul! ”

A shudder. It should be said that it was Gu Bai who felt the trembling of the wail. This confirms his purpose for wailing the devil. Soul, plenty of sweet and delicious touching glutinous rice balls that flow with honey.

"Ah~ My wise contract master, you are absolutely right. It's rare that you have the ability to spread the plague, why don't you put it to good use? And it's good for you. Think about it, you're getting a healthy body. At the same time, by the way, it helped your humble and poor indentured servant. The Demon King will praise you for your supreme kindness and love. ”

The flattering voice is as greasy as honey, and the tata is transformed into the supreme seductive female voice, making the speech indeed very attractive.

Gu Bai coughed twice, digested and thought about it in his head, and then continued to ask, "Didn't you use your voice to kill humans in order to extract souls?" ”

"What is mine is yours, and yours can be mine. We can use everything except our respective souls. Including the demon in your body who has only a spirit and no soul. ”

The Wailing Devil has long harbored a grudge against demons, especially the plague ones. They slaughter humans in large numbers at a rapid pace, but they do not devour souls in the slightest. Let those beautiful and sweet white and lovely souls float up to heaven and dissipate, this is the most vicious sin in the world!

"And how do you get their souls?!"

"Let them sing."

"How do you sing it?"

"Coughing, wailing, pain, growling, wheezing, swearing, all these sounds can be notes, and I will make them into a score, and all you need is accompaniment."

"What do I get?"

"A song of death."

…

The unseen figure stood in the middle of the road, slowly taking off the cloak that covered his head, and at the same time holding a white flute to his mouth. A scar on his right wrist was the only symbol he revealed.

"Huh? What's going on, who is that person? Ahem! Ahem!! ”

"Husband, I'm working so hard. Ahem~! Ahem!! cough cough cough cough !! ”

"Ah!! It's hot! It's so hot!! ”

"Ahem, ahem! How did I cough up blood!! Yes!! Ahem, ahem!! ”

"Ahh Blood!!!! It's blood!! ”

“……”

“…”

The suppressed virus and miasma continued to flow out from Gu Bai's seven orifices and drifted away. This first wave of the virus is the most vicious and terrifying, and it is a symbol of the arrival of another horror in this world. The 100 meters that spread from his body all the way out, everyone fell ill rapidly.

cars, colliding with each other; people, pulling each other.

The preface of the cough, the chapter of wailing, the gradual progression of the roar, the climax of the cursing, the descent of pain, the end of the wheezing. The six-minute death song is a perfect depiction of the process of human life to death.

When the flute left his lips, all the souls in the sky surged towards Gu Bai, flowing like the holes of the flute, disappearing.

At the end of the day, the flute also flowed black ink, which turned into staves and notes in the air.

The title of the song is:

Song of Death - Plague