The flames of hatred can blind people's minds.

Mei Kurahashi, who lost her son, represents Xiàn with the momentum that she can show when her strength has begun to decline.

However, such a price is bound to be heavy.

The face, which had not had many wrinkles, quickly dried up, like the dry bark of a tree.

The figure has also become a little rickety.

It's just that the flame of revenge in his eyes is burning more and more.

The blood-colored spell began to condense, becoming a sharp sword that soared into the sky, then exploded in midair, turning into countless spikes that enveloped Yakumo Ink.

Yakumo Mo, who quickly disappeared into the gap, dodged the spike attack, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the street lamp on the other side of the street.

Yakumo Mo, who was standing on the lamppost, raised his right hand, and pointed the tip of the umbrella at the crowd below, and a violent shock wave erupted, blowing all the onmyoji away.

At the same time, the demon back needle mixed with the shock wave quickly passed through the bodies of countless onmyoji.

Countless pieces of blood bloomed in the air with fleeting beauty.

Then came the wailing of the ground.

Although no one died immediately, if they were not treated in time, few of these onmyoji would survive.

"Don't come again!"

The flickering eyes of the killing machine swept all the onmyoji at a glance, and the gap that opened behind them was a brilliant lily that bloomed.

"Ahem...... Retreat first, retreat first......"

Amami Daizen, who was supported by two subordinates to stand up, gave the order with difficulty.

After the death of Genji Kurahashi, he has become a veritable supreme governor of the Onmyokai Hall.

Hearing the retreat order, the onmyoji, who had long been unwilling to fight, breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly retreated.

After discovering the unwilling Miyo Kurahashi and the high-ponytailed girl Kyoko Kurahashi, several onmyoji stepped forward to forcibly take them away, lest the two of them do something to anger Yakumo Mo.

After the onmyoji retreated one after another. The streets are quiet again.

Yakumo raised his eyes and looked at the crumbling Yinyang Juku building in front of him.

There are still a large number of Onmyoji students and teachers hiding inside.

But that doesn't matter.

I was just curious about why this building had laid several barriers, and I planned to come and take a look, but I didn't expect to be ambushed by the onmyoji.

After such a battle, Yakumo Mo, who knew that this was the Yin Yang School, immediately lost interest in it.

In the final analysis, it is nothing more than a derivative of the glow-in-the-dark juku left behind by the luminous glow.

An institution responsible for teaching onmyoji and training onmyoji.

Want. After today's battle, the Yinyang Juku Building, whose foundation has been destroyed by Yan Zhan, will be completely scrapped.

Jumping back to the ground, Yakumo held the parasol and left leisurely.

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Since that day, when he caught a glimpse of the divinity of Taishan Mansion, Yakumo has been trying to find other things related to divinity in this world.

It's a pity that after visiting most places, he still found nothing.

Eventually, a bored Yakumo builds a courtyard in a rural town that is almost identical to the House of the Lost. Settle here and wait for the ingestion of the power of fantasy to be completed.

Tsuiko has less and less time to wake up in Yakumo's spiritual sea, and after Yakumo takes the initiative to cut off the supply of fantasy saplings to her, Tsuiko, whose soul is not replenished, has seen her own death.

It's just that she didn't make any drastic moves, and just slept quietly in Yakumo's spiritual sea, as if she had accepted a qiē.

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

this day.

Plum blossoms blooming in winter adorn a world that seems to be somewhat monotonous.

Under the plum blossom tree. Spread a moon-white velvet blanket.

Yakumo Mo, who sat on the velvet carpet, wore a black robe and the moon white of the velvet carpet complemented each other.

There was a low table in front of him. There is a yaoqin on it.

In the incense burner next to it, bursts of sandalwood make people drowsy.

Ten fingers fluttered, plucked the strings, and sounded bursts of melodious sounds.

An unknown bird landed on Yakumo Mo's shoulder, tilting its head to look curiously at his white jade-like face.

A talisman fell from the sky and landed lightly in front of Yakumo Mo.

Subsequently. A sudden sound sounded on the talisman.

"Little brother is really interested."

Yakumo glanced indifferently at the talisman and pressed his hands on the strings.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

"Why are you here today, you lonely ghost?"

"Haha...... The little brother is still as rude as ever. ”

A flame suddenly appeared on the talisman, and the flames began to condense in the air, and the last old man who looked like a dead man appeared in the courtyard of Yakumo Mo.

The old man was dressed in a suit. Wears a pair of blood-colored sunglasses.

Unlike his old appearance, the old man's voice appeared quite young.

Ashiya Michimitsu, an old man who is said to have a deep relationship with Ampei Harumi.

He was made a Dao Mo Master by the Onmyoji, but he was actually a desolate spirit.

This is also the reason why Yakumo calls him a lonely ghost.

The acquaintance with Ashiya Michiman,It's still on the way to Yakumo Mo's travels.。

In fact, it was this desolate soul who took the initiative to come to the door.

Ashiya Michiman, who is dedicated to the pursuit of yin and yang, can't be uninterested in the existence of a monster like Yakumo Mo.

After meeting Yakumo Mo, Ashiya Michimitsu made his request very simply.

He hoped to be able to fight Yakumo just to pursue his yin and yang.

Such a person is much cuter to Yakumo than those onmyoji.

So Yakumo beat him hard.

Ashiya Michiman, who was almost beaten to the point that his spirit dissipated, instead of holding a grudge after the incident, he came back every now and then.

It wasn't until after losing 18 games in a row that Ashiya Michiman was satisfied.

"I said, are you shaking M? I like to look for sadistic ...... so much."

After defeating Ashiya Michiman for the eighteenth time, Yakumo raised his eyebrows and looked at Ashiya Michiman, who had fallen to the ground and had more breath and less intake, and asked such a sentence.

"Hahaha, the old man is just going his own way, a monster like the little brother exists, but it makes the old man very happy!" This was Michimitsu's answer at the time.

"But this should be the last time, after this period of challenges, the old decay has found its way back forward, which is really pleasant!"

Looking at Ashiya Michiman, Yakumo sighed.

"I always think that a guy like you will be surprisingly compatible with the Son of Heaven......"

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"Want to fight again? Didn't you say that the last time was the last? ”

Picking up the black tea on the low table, Yakumo lowered his head and drank it.

Michiman Ashiya sat very unceremoniously across from Yakumo.

"It's not like that, it's just that after getting to know the little brothers, I think it's really a boring thing to play with those little ghosts."

The little ghosts in the mouth of Ashiya Road are the onmyoji of the Yin and Yang Hall.

"I'm really sorry for accidentally losing an interest."

Yakumo rolled his eyes.

"But you'd better hurry up and find something else to pass the time."

"Oh? Why did the little brother say this? ”

Raising his head, Yakumo looked at the sky faintly.

A plum petal landed in the teacup in his hand, rippling on the water.

"I don't have much time left in this world, and I will be back where I should be in the near future."

Ashiya Michimitsu was not surprised by Yakumo's words.

When it comes to Cheng Dù like him, it is easy to judge the fact that "Yakumo does not belong to this world".

"Haha, before leaving, how about a fight with the old man?"

"No ......"

"Speaking of which, the little guys in the Yinyang Hall are planning to awaken the night light in order to deal with you."

Ashiya Michiman laughed.

"The old man is looking forward to the wonderful expressions of their calculations when they fall apart."

Yakumo raised his eyebrows.

"Luminous?"

Immediately, as if remembering something, Yakumo pursed his lips and smiled.

"It seems that everyone thinks that the little girl of the Tuyumen family is the reincarnation of Luminous, right?"

"Huh?"

Ashiya Michi frowned.

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Ya Yunmo had a smile in her eyes, "That little girl has good qualifications at best, and there is no trace of reincarnation in her body, but the little ghost next to her seems to have been sealed by some kind of seal." ”

"Well......"

Putting down the black tea, Yakumo Mo looked at Ashiya Michiman.

“…… This news can be regarded as a parting gift. (To be continued......)

PS: Well, since most of the children's shoes feel that this roll of water is over, then hurry up and pass the water.

Maybe you might consider writing a discarding essay like Gensokyo F1 Grand Prix in the next volume? Hawkers,After all, Gensokyo is the ontology......

Once again, I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival poi~~

Finally, the children's shoes who said we won't eat dinner tonight will bite you!