In the Heian period thousands of years ago, it was a snowy early morning.

With a faint cry, a baby boy was born in the branch of the Ishayashiki clan, Onimai Tsuji.

He was small, pale, and much weaker than an ordinary baby.

"This child is congenitally deficient." The woman who delivered the baby sighed quietly.

She was very experienced and had a vicious eye, and she could see at a glance that the baby boy could not die well.

"Name him Wu Miao, I hope he will grow up in peace and security."

His parents accepted the suggestion, and the name Onimai Tsuji no Miserable appeared in this world for the first time.

Time passed, and Onimai Tsuji was soon seven years old.

And the Onimai Tsuji Ichimai, like Sanyashiki, is located in Heiankyo, the capital of Yamashiro Province.

In this Heiankyo, there are two people with the highest status.

One is the lord of the court who represents the imperial power, Emperor Huanmu, and the other is the head of the Sanyashiki clan who represents the divine power, and the Sanyashiki Chi Zero.

Emperor Kanmu tried his best to weaken the Sanyashiki clan, but their power was still huge.

As the largest branch of Sanyashiki, the Kimai Tsuji lineage was considered a nobility of that era and had a lot of energy.

But the people of the world are not afraid of the Sanyashiki clan, who are generous and merciful, but they are afraid of the Kimai Tsuji lineage, which is its branch.

Seven-year-old Onimai Tsuji is not miserable, his family is well-off, but his body is so thin that he is like an ordinary four or five-year-old child.

Season, noon, the warm sun is shining.

Xiao Wumiao took three servants out of the house.

He was carried by the strongest servant, and his eyes were full of coldness at a young age.

On the busy street, there are some ordinary children of his age playing, running, and playing.

This scene stung Xiao Wumiao's heart, he was born in poor health, often got sick, and couldn't play like a normal person, if he was born in an ordinary family, he might have died of illness.

"They're smiling, and they're really happy."

Xiao Wu's miserable personality can be said to be obedient and vicious, because of his weak body, his parents can't bear to beat and scold, and indulge in indulgence.

The subordinates can only accommodate everywhere, and the mentality of being miserable and self-respecting has taken shape early.

"Go back, I've had enough."

"Remember these kids, find a time, and pull out their tongues."

He calmly commanded his subordinates.

Cold sweat dripped from the faces of several subordinates, but they didn't dare to say anything, they knew the character of this master, the young age, and the degree of ruthlessness made them all feel terrified.

Heiankyo also quickly spread the news that there was a little devil in the Onimai Tsuji line, who was obedient and took pleasure in killing.

() () The Sanyashiki family also heard about it, but Xiao Wumiao was an only son, and he was drowned by his family, so he could only send someone to preach a few words, and finally he didn't do it.

After all, although the Onimai Tsuji line is a branch, it has a lot of energy, and it is still its own person.

Twelve years later, Onimai Tsuji Mumi, who grew up in a greenhouse, is nineteen years old, and his parents have been dead for two years because of heart failure to solve the trouble he caused, and Kimai Tsuji Miru has become the head of the family.

But when he grew up, Onimai Tsuji's congenital weakness did not improve, and the material was still emaciated, and his skin was sickly pale.

The most unbearable thing for him is to be pointed at his physical illness, that he will not live long, and that if he finds these people, he will torture them to death.

And the most unacceptable thing for Onimai Tsuji is that he has another terminal illness.

Careful maintenance could not avoid the slow approach of death, and Onimai Tsuji's heart was full of hatred.

"Why should I be born weak, why can others have a strong body!"

A month later, Onimai Tsujino died tragically.

However, when he knew that he was terminally ill, he was reluctant, so he scattered his family and entrusted many people to travel long distances to find a doctor.

Finally, he found a doctor with excellent medical skills and kindness, and after hearing that Onimai Tsuji had been sick all the time and had a terminal illness when he grew up, the doctor couldn't bear it.

In the Heian period, there were many doctors who used some home remedies, and he was one of them.

A bowl of decoction of unknown composition was held in his hand, and the doctor picked up the pale Onimai Tsuji Mano from above, and said, "This may help your illness, try it." ”

Ghost Dance Tsuji was suspicious, and drank the medicine, his body was close to collapse, and the dead horse became a live horse doctor.

"Smack!"

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Onimai Tsuji felt like he had drunk a cloud of fiery lava, burning through his abdomen and sending it out everywhere.

Blood and bones burst out from the depths of the cells with inexplicable violent energy, constantly tearing apart their bodies, and then reorganizing.

Onimai Tsuji's eyes turned blood-red, and his orifices turned into cold vertical pupils.

His body began to swell, the veins on his face flare, and his flat teeth fell out, followed by sharp fangs.

The doctor was a little frightened when he saw this unexpected scene, but he still stabilized his mind to see if his medicine was effective against Onimai Tsuji.

"Bastard! You're poisoning me! ”

"I'm so hungry! It hurts! ”

Onimai Tsuji roared, he felt countless hands tearing at his blood, and the sudden hunger pangs were too much for him to bear, the pain was unprecedented.

The doctor said eagerly: "I can see that you are in pain, but you must hold on, your body looks strong now, and the medicine is working." ”

Indeed, Onimai Tsuji's clothes had been torn to reveal that they were no longer dry, thin, delicate and muscular bulges that could be seen by the eyes.

The doctor himself could not have imagined that his medicine would have such an effect.

However, Onimai Tsuji's sanity was swallowed up by pain, and he clamped his palm around the doctor's neck, and driven by hunger, he bit down on his neck, tearing off a large bloody band of skin, and swallowed it directly.

With a look of disbelief, the doctor screamed a few times before he was silent.

After eating the corpse, Onimai Tsuji was not satisfied, and he broke down the door and rushed out.

Ghost Dance Tsuji is in one vein, and the corpses are all over the field overnight, and the bones are full of white bones.

In the center of the platform where the bones were piled up, Onimai Tsuji was full of food, and his consciousness returned to clarity.

Memories came back, and he knew what he had done, but there was no trace of fear or remorse.

Because for the first time in the past ten years, Onimai Tsuji has felt that his life is so fresh and his body is so strong and powerful.

The life of a human being is as fragile as a chick in his hands, which makes Onimai Tsuji Miaomiao excited.

He arose, roaring in the sky surrounded by bones.

"Haha, I'm not miserable, I'm alive!"

This transformation is one of the deepest memories of Onimai Tsuji.

Onimai Tsuji knows his own nature, and nothing has changed greatly because he has become a ghost.

Self-esteem, killing and taking away other people's lives, this is the right that Onimai Tsuji has had since he could remember, and these are taken for granted.

And the life of eternal life is a gift from the world, a favor from the gods to themselves, and no one else can take it away.

When I thought of this, the memory of watching the flowers came to an abrupt end.

In the midst of the crumbling of the earth, an unwilling roar suddenly sounded.

"I can't die!"

"The person who can kill me can't exist!"

"I will live until the end of this world!"

The strong obsession with life makes the strength of Onimai Tsuji's soul increase rapidly and become more and more tenacious.

He was convinced that the wheel knife could not kill him.

I thought, therefore I am, and at the moment when his belief in life was firm, it seemed that endless black and red ashes swirled wildly, and everything was between lightning and flint.

The boundaries between life and death are broken.