A piece of the canvas left behind:

The girl's brows have always been wrinkled recently, and Ning Xiuyuan doesn't like it.

Ning Xiuyuan asked her why.

The girl shook her head and asked him, "Do you know how to get married?" ”

Ning Xiuyuan was a little stunned, "I heard my mother say that getting married is living with the person you like the most." ”

"I don't want to get married, my dad always beats my mom, and it's not good to get married at all."

"And what's wrong with you?"

Ning Xiuyuan took out a pack of spicy food in his pocket, which he just bought today, and he was a little distressed.

"In the past, there was a very strange person who asked me to marry someone else, but I didn't want to, but I got engaged."

"Ah......h Who are you married? ”

"Gods."

The memory came to an abrupt end.

………………

"Don't get too far into it!"

Rizuki faced her father.

"Starting with Ning Xiuyuan, are you going to attack the people around me now?!"

She saw Kazuzu Takahashi outside the reference room, and she expected this to happen.

Whether it was for Ning Xiuyuan in the past or Kazuya Takahashi now, she had to come, and she returned here at night.

Not for anything else, just to solve your own affairs completely.

"You shouldn't have come here at this time."

Risuzu shook his head.

The moon had risen, and his body was becoming more and more deformed, with sharp teeth and sharp ears, and a prominent canine face.

At night, the height of the moon determines the degree of distortion they have, and for them, the power.

Some fungus that grows in the cemetery also began to appear on the body, giving off a foul smell.

Flavors and memories of the past are strung together:

One day, it should be noon, the old man next door hasn't been out for a long time, and then Liling Qingxue was lying by the window, smelling a faint but extremely disgusting smell.

The next day, Riling Qingxue learned from the adult's conversation that the old man died in the room.

Rizuki hates the smell.

"Your life is like a lump of carrion."

Middle-aged lost a son and a wife, now what?

The evening festival is not guaranteed.

Risuzu Daisuke's face turned cold, and he was very annoyed to comment on the guy in his life.

"Ahem, ahem, tell your daughter not to meddle, or don't blame us for being ruthless.

Today is an important day, and no one can afford to delay it. ”

At some point, a group of old people appeared at the door, and it is not accurate to say that they are old people, because they have sharp teeth and sharp ears, and they are alive and well with a group of strange people.

They were the former headmasters, and now they looked like people in the morning, and in the evenings they were like the rumored ghouls.

They are no longer people, but a group of beings who treat the whole town as a hunt.

It's not that they're capable of dealing with the overtly violent organs, it's.

- This is the place they "bought" with money.

Since the establishment of the school, the successive principals have become the existence of this person who is not a person, a ghost or a ghost.

After retiring, they either become school security guards or school directors, keeping an eye on the whole school.

Schools are their home, and rightly so.

Except for the current headmaster, who was parachuted in, he has not yet made up his mind to join, but sooner or later.

Maybe no one can refuse to live longer, maybe no one can refuse to be extraordinary.

The mention of that guy was infuriating, and they decided not to mention him yet.

The perspective returns to Rizuki Qingxue.

"You're not a good thing, you eat scavengers like dogs, and you've always longed to be a real dog.

Oh, you're still half a dog, what a pity, tsk. ”

Their faces were gloomy as if they were about to drip water.

"Don't think that if you're a [dancer], we won't dare kill you.

It just so happens that there is still a sacrifice missing today. ”

A dancer is a being who specializes in pleasing the gods with dance, and is a sacrifice offered by believers to the gods.

【Dancer】It means dancer, dancing for the gods.

To put it bluntly, you are a sacrifice, and others should say something else.

"Let's die, it's no more than three things." Daisuke Risuzu added later that it is the most selfless existence of all "people".

Nor does it want to ruin its reputation.

They glanced at each other and quietly surrounded Liling Qingxue.

Liling Qingxue's hands drooped down, and two sharp blades appeared in her hands.

The cold metallic texture can leave a sense of security, and the blade reflects the quiet moonlight.

"Fuck you."

Rizuki Qingxue ran directly towards her dear old father, her dexterous figure jumping in an instant, and the blade of the knife slashed straight at its head.

The wind, on the right!!

Rizuzu Daisuke's alarm bell rang up and went to the left!!

The sharp blade of the blade slashed through the ears that could not be dodged, and blood gushed like a spring, and the other ghouls stretched out their claws towards Rizuki Qingxue.

She didn't want to hide, "You should have fucking died, I've put up with you for a long time." ”

The emotions that have been suppressed for a long time are intense.

Liling Qingxue changed her move, castrated unabated, slashed into her shoulder, went deep into the side, and got stuck there.

Rizuzu Daisuke reached out and pressed the hilt of the knife, and the ear that had been cut off did not show pain, and its face was distorted by the pain in the shoulder.

With a wave of her left hand, she might not be able to cut off her dear old father, but it was certain that she would not survive.

Risuzu Daisuke tried to stop it with his hand, but the sharp blade directly cut off his palm, cutting open the entire stomach.

The intestines were left on the ground, and the knife was stained with red and white things.

Rizuki Daisuke roared, he couldn't get up again.

The claws pierced through Rizu's forearms, purple-black veins spreading along the wound, and you never knew how much toxin there was on the ghoul's claws.

The rest slashed through the back, and crimson blood immediately gushed out.

Rizuki Haruyuki thinks she won't die until she kills them all.

With a sharp blade in his backhand, he only put together one of them desperately.

They roared, looked at each other, but took a step back.

- They do not have exactly the same interests.

Besides, Liling Qingxue was also poisoned, so there was no need to do this.

So Liling Qingxue slashed and killed the ghouls one by one - they were all afraid of death.

There were more and more of the same wounds, and when the scalp was numb, there were still ghouls left with two fingers.

Li Ling Qingxue is too conceited, she is about to die, in this situation, there is no life.

The [Death Crow] in the dark is almost sucking.

A white glow burst from her forehead, and the [dancer] mark she had once been marked was blazing.

The white light converged into a human form, and an inviolable faint divine might lingered.

The [Human Skin Mask] in the narration icon flickered and twisted, and the [Human Skin Mask] was painful.

A faint crack creeped up from the corner of the human skin mask.

Invisible cotton wool pulls down the surrounding leaves and passes through Rizu's face to form a huge throne.

Ning Xiuyuan stepped on the invisible cotton wool and walked towards the throne in the sky step by step, and the brand on his arm was so hot for the first time.

"Death Crow" landed on his shoulder.

They prostrate, suppressing the fear in their hearts, even though this is not the existence they believe in, but.

- Divine might.

The cotton wool pulled Liling Qingxue over and did not resist.

[Heroine's state: honest and fearful]

"Thou art my favourite!" He said so.

The wind overwhelmed everything around.

Thereupon.

The throne disintegrated, the body dissipated, and the unspeakable threads of fate were connected.

Liling Qingxue fell to the ground, and the imprint on her forehead made up for her body and strengthened her body at an unknown time.

The gods already exist, and it is a matter of course to treat them.

The dancer is not dedicated to a single deity, but to all deities.

The gods don't care about the belonging of a dancer.

The imprint on the forehead is able to represent its identity, gain a lot, gain a noble status, extraordinary power.

In the same way, [dancers] need more obligations, and relatively speaking, rights and obligations are not balanced.

Laughing to death, you have been sacrificed to God, and you still want to talk about your "freedom"?

Like a cold joke: you are all in the company, and you still want to talk about your salary?

It is said that God loves all things, and the [God's favor] is equivalent to God's own son, and his identity and status are different.

The words are here first, and the picture returns to Liling Qingxue.

After the [Dancer's] brand resonated with the gods, Hara's extraordinary power in it healed Rizuzu Qingxue's wounds and made her immune to inferior toxins.

They slowly stood up, looked at each other, and then looked at her with a strange look.

The Divine Favor of the other gods is a better sacrifice.

Better, but it also means greater risk.

A ghoul took a step forward and opened his mouth, perhaps wanting to make peace.

Liling Qingxue had never thought about this.

The blade pierced the entire head from the mouth, and the body twitched, dead.

"Don't think that if you are a [god's favor], you can slaughter me!"

The moon is getting higher and higher, and a mist is rising from the forest.

They roared, but no "man" moved forward.

On the contrary, it was Liling Qingxue who took a step forward, and the rabble collapsed.

Ghouls should be hunters in the shadows, not soldiers in the open, with darkness and fog as their companions.

They may be hunters, or they may be prey.

They can threaten Liling Qingxue with only toxins, and Ning Xiuyuan uses the brand to shave off their weapons.

From the moment the [dancer] brand is engraved, as time passes, the physical fitness becomes more and more very human.

And the original body was knocked to the ground when she was two years older than her, and when she was younger, it should be mainly the size that determines the force.

Ning Xiuyuan thought that when the narrator gave the information of [Dancer], he was indeed surprised that someone was actually involved in the existence of gods in a small place.

The [Dancer] brand will be fully activated when it encounters the breath of the gods, and ...... What are gods?

- It doesn't matter whether it's powerful or not, it doesn't matter whether it's destructive or not, it's just about the sole authority.

The world is like a chat group, and there is a limit to the number of administrators, in other words, there is a limit to the number of uniqueness ————.

The universe is a bitch who only scratches his head at those in authority.

Ning Xiu is far from having authority, so how can he talk about the only authority?

But.

- [Stage] Yes, Ning Xiuyuan borrowed it.

With the [Human Skin Mask] as the fulcrum, the gods were shaped, even if the [Human Skin Mask] was twisted and broken, but.

- it.

Ning Xiuyuan didn't care about the story behind the [Human Skin Mask], he just needed it.

It's easy to use.

Watching Rizuzu Haruyuki overwhelmingly slash and slash the ghouls, she couldn't contain her excitement on her face.

[Death Crow] greedily absorbed the dead qi from Ning Xiuyuan's body and fixed it on his shoulder.

There are cases where someone has degenerated into a ghoul, and this is because......

- This is a special fulcrum.

The fog became thicker and the five fingers could not be seen, and the forest began to sink silently.

The Crow flies, and it has never left since it was discovered, but there are people who don't want it to exist.

"The school decided to clean up the crows in the surrounding area".

A bottomless hole, this is the abyss that connects to hell.

And in the past, dead spirits crawled out of it with a roar, and the newly dead teenager struggled out of hell.

However, he discovers that there is no place for him in the world, and the ghosts that come out of hell do not belong to this world.

So, he wanted to take the place of another person.

There used to be this saying in the world:

When a being takes your place, you gradually become a ghost until you take the identity of another person.

So, he found his former "father".