"Don't worry, sister, it's been a few days, and there's nothing wrong at all." Butterfly Shinobu walked gently to her sister's side, shaking her head, and kept murmuring,

"I'm a doctor's child, this dose, it's fine, it's absolutely fine."

Butterfly Shinobu stretched out her little hand, and reached out to the wisteria liquid in her sister's hand like a demon,

"Sister, give me the needle, a little more, a little more!"

She grinned heartily and tried to convince her sister,

"Just a little more, it won't do anything to my body."

Suddenly!

Bang——!

My heart was pounding, like I hit my throat.

The blue-purple veins swelled violently, filling the entire arm in the blink of an eye.

At first, it was the itch of thousands of ants climbing, and then it turned into inch after inch of hemp.

A heart-rending pain swept through my arm!

The soul suddenly broke away and returned fiercely!

"Hmm!"

Dizzy, the butterfly grabbed its head, knelt on the ground, and smashed the wisteria flower's withered petals, making a crisp sound.

The fingertips trembled slightly, then became more and more intense, gradually spreading upwards to the wrist and collarbone face.

The butterfly's eyes widened in horror, staring at the lines on the ground, and her breathing suddenly became heavy!

Phew——!

Phew——!

Phew——!

The body's rejection reaction has finally appeared!

"Ahh

The butterfly subconsciously screamed in pain, and then covered her lips fiercely.

She couldn't shout.

Everyone, everyone is still resting.

You can't disturb everyone, you can't let everyone know about it.

The girl curled up in pain, her stomach expanded, and she couldn't help but stick out her tongue and retch, but she couldn't spit out anything.

Hold on! Hold on!

Hold on!

Butterfly Ninja's purple eyes were already crawling with red bloodshots, and she kept roaring in her heart!

Hold on! Butterfly Shinobi!

Aren't you going to kill that damn ghost?

Aren't you going to avenge Ming Fei?

Aren't you already determined to accomplish everything even if you die?

Then hold on!

Butterfly put her forehead on the ground and let out a low roar of patience like a wounded beast, and the butterfly Chanae who was kneeling next to her was full of panic, and her lips opened lightly to mutter, but Butterfly Shinobi couldn't hear it clearly.

All she knew was that consciousness was getting farther and farther away.

Anger and hatred sometimes can't fight against physical instincts.

"Little Shinobi !!" Butterfly Shinobu finally heard this heart-rending sound.

Then he suddenly fainted, and fell into the endless darkness.

It was sticky, as if the whole person had sunk into the poisonous sea of wisteria flowers.

The butterfly endured its eyes wandering in the heavy water without light, and kept murmuring,

"Live it, kill it!"

"Live it, kill it!"

"Little Shinobi, Little Shinobi, Little Shinobi."

The gentle and heartbreaking murmur echoed over and over again, and the light suddenly lit up in the darkness, awakening the patience in the darkness.

Weak, she slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the room of the butterfly house.

Surrounded by dark yellow wood, plain white curtains fluttering.

The soft white futon was tucked beside him, and the tip of his nose was full of medicinal fragrance.

is in the butterfly house, and the person holding his hand next to him can only be his sister.

Butterfly Shinobu blinked, and subconsciously clenched the warmth in her hand.

is worthy of being a sister, always so gentle, even when holding the patient's hand, it is so gentle.

It's no wonder that Ming Fei's attitude towards his sister and her is so different.

"Shinobi!" Butterfly Chanae had dark circles under her eyes and saw her sister who opened her eyes,

"Are you awake? That's great! Is there anything uncomfortable in your body? ”

"Does it hurt to have a headache? Does your hand hurt? Still want to throw up? Do you want to drink water? Craving something to eat? What do you want to eat? Sister will do it for you. ”

Butterfly Chanae asked anxiously, her eyes full of panic.

"Sister," Butterfly stared at the ceiling without answering her question.

She moved her arm, and there was a tightness of the bandage, and the cool ointment had been carefully applied to every pinhole.

Butterfly forbearance pursed her lips tightly, silent for a long time, her lips and teeth opened and closed, and her voice was hoarse,

"Are you trying to stop me?"

Click!

Butterfly Chane's expression froze.

She was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Of course she wanted to stop Shinobi.

After all, she is such a sister who has grown up watching since childhood.

Living well and living healthily is more important than anything else!

The surface of the pink lake ripples with water, flashing with all kinds of inexplicable lights.

But Butterfly Chanae finally accepted her fate, pulled out a smile, and spoke softly and weakly, behind which was a thick helplessness,

"Xiao Ren has been such a character since he was a child, he doesn't want to learn words, so he sneaks away to the town next door, and even no matter how heavy the rain is, he's just a stubborn idiot!"

"The teacher just said a few words to you, and it was for your own good that you didn't let you be a member of the ghost killing team, but you drugged her food, you are a strong idiot!"

"So," Butterfly Chanae sighed,

"I don't think I can stop you,"

"After all, even if I tied you up and locked you in the basement, you idiot would bite the rope and escape, would?"

Butterfly Chanae seemed to think of the picture of Shinobu biting the rope, and smiled a little dumbly.

She looked deeply at the purple pairs, and her feelings were sincere,

"I know, Shinobi. I understand your current emotions and your current thoughts. ”

Butterfly Chanae lowered her head and gently wiped away the tears that had overflowed again.

She smiled and shook her white wrist at Butterfly Shinobi, who didn't know when she turned her head sideways,

"Because I understand, I won't stop you. But I can't do nothing, so my sister and I plan to stay with you all the time. ”

"Sister." Butterfly Shinobi's eyes widened suddenly.

She saw the same pinhole on her sister's wrist!

Hao's wrist is plain white, and the red and purple that rise near the pinhole are so conspicuous.

"Don't be surprised, Shinobi," Butterfly Chanae lowered her head, gently stroked Shinobu's arm, forcibly endured the heartbreak, and whispered,

"Because we're the same, aren't we? Equally unable to defeat that ghost, he also couldn't break through its defenses, and he also wanted to kill him and avenge Ming Fei. ”

"So I'm not going to stop you."

"And what I can do is that if you inject one dose in the future, I will also inject one dose."

Butterfly Chanae gently stroked the butterfly's head, whispered softly, and the picture was dizzy,

"But you also know that the human body has a limit."

"If Xiao Ren doesn't want his sister to die so soon, let's take it step by step in terms of injecting wisteria flower poison." Butterfly Chanae half-squinted and lowered her voice,

"This time, I didn't tell my parents, and I didn't tell everyone."

"But if you fall unconscious next time, you won't be able to hide it, Shinobi."

"Sister,"

Butterfly Shinobi's eyes were sour for a moment, "How can you do this?" ”

Unexpectedly, he actually used himself and his parents to talk about things!

"Sister! You don't have to do this kind of thing, this kind of thing, just me can do it alone. Butterfly Shinobu shook her head slightly, she knew how painful it was to inject wisteria flower poison, and she didn't want her sister to go through that kind of thing.

"There's no way, who let the stubborn little ninja be my favorite sister."

"That's it, no matter when you inject or how many doses you want to inject, you have to tell me everything! If I find out that you are doing this kind of thing without me, I will tell my parents everything. ”

Butterfly Chanae still spoke softly, gently hugging Xiao Shinobi who pursed her lips and wept,

"Of course I want to take revenge, let's avenge Ming Fei together."

"But do we have to be alive before we find that ghost?"

"If you're not here, you don't want to see us crying and crying."

Butterfly Chanae gently patted Butterfly Shinobi's shoulder,

"So hurry up and cheer up, Shinobi."

"Remember? Ming Fei's gift, we haven't finished it yet. ”

"Isn't it a pity that it took so long and all the work was wasted?"

On a day when the snow was falling, everyone gathered together.

A vast hill, guarded by a dense variety of trees.

Stone tablets engraved with names, one after another, stand in the middle of the earth.

Handfuls of soil, mixed with snow, gradually buried the boy.

On top of the bluestone tombstone, Yaoya Sanyashiki pursed his lips tightly.

With the support of his wife, he groped and carved the inscription with a small carving knife.

He had gradually lost sight.

Mrs. Shi Tou was wearing an overcoat, and the corners of her eyes were filled with a few fine wrinkles from time to time.

She just watched quietly, watched quietly.

Sadness comes from it, tired of the heart, and softens the body.

She fell to her knees in agony, and once again burst into tears, crying.

Mr. Shi Tou picked up his wife who was crying and fell, and his eyes fell on the vicissitudes of life, crying silently.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and no one could feel the grief and pain in their hearts.

But life goes on, and in the unpredictable sea, there must always be someone who has to master the ship that rocks in the wind and rain.

This family still needs to be carried by a man like him!

So he, absolutely not to collapse!

窸窸簌——!

Yaoya finished carving the inscription and was helped to step aside, quietly looking at the people who began to mourn.

Mrs. Shi Tou silently moved her weak steps and rubbed forward.

She tilted her head and looked at the tombstone with extraordinarily gentle eyes.

A black and white scarf was pulled out of her warm bosom and swayed with the wind and snow.

As a mother's existence, she stretched out her hand and carefully wrapped the inscription in front of her.

The black and white scarf was tightly wound, round and round.

She wound slowly, but no one bothered, just waited quietly.

After doing everything, the woman turned around fiercely.

But the footsteps in the distance suddenly paused, she suddenly turned back, leaned over and kissed the stele lightly, softly hoarse, with the tears that dispersed, melted into the wind,

"Mingfei, remember my mother's words. Wherever you are, remember to dress well and eat well. ”

As always, but there were no more impatient replies.

"If you miss your mother, come to your mother in your dreams, your mother is not afraid, never will."

Mr. Shi Tou stepped forward quietly and patted the stele, as if he was patting his son's head, leaving the temperature of his palm on top of the coldness.

"Son! You're doing a great job! It's a man! ”

"No matter when, you will always be the pride of your father and mother!"

He pursed his lips, picked up his wife, and stepped aside.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and for a moment, they didn't know who would go up first.

Two stabs!

Butterfly Chanae and Butterfly Shinobu lifted the oilcloth in their arms, and a fragrance that never went away suddenly wafted around.

The delicate black scabbard lightly wraps the "butterflies" and "butterflies" to hide their sharpness - the blade, which was somewhat damaged in battle, has been carefully polished and maintained.

Dark purple and crimson pink are no longer limited to the blade, they have also turned into ropes and spikes on the handle, flying in the wind.

They don't have much to say, or so much to say.

"Before we say goodbye," Butterfly Chanae whispered with her eyes closed, "let them accompany you for the two of us." ”

The three of them stepped forward and gently put down the wooden bowl.

"I hope you like it, Mingfei."

Purgatory Xingjurou held the fireworks, bent down and put them down, and when he was leaving, he gently bumped fists with the stone tablet.

Immortal Minoru looked at it quietly for a long time, put down a basket of Hagi cakes and oranges, mixed with a few tubes of ointment, and said nothing, did nothing.

My wife, Shanyi, brought rice from Momoyama again, folded her hands, and whispered to her senior brother in her heart the good news that she had won the battle against Mt. Miao.

Hina and Hika put down the stone ball and porcelain plate, crying silently, they really grew up a lot, and gradually became dignified and beautiful.

Grief Mingyu Shimi light path Amitabha.

The dead child landed on the stele and pulled out a few bloody feathers, the only gift it could think of if it really relied on itself.

Scales, Mulberry Island, Purgatory.

Kuang near, Ichiro, Ichiro.

Chestnut Blossom Chanel clutched the coin tightly, looking back and forth at the tears of others, a little overwhelmed, and her heart was uncomfortable.

I want to cry! I want to cry!

But, but, but I just can't cry!

The girl froze in place, only her face flushed with cold.

I don't know when, Sister Butterfly landed beside her and gently stroked her little head,

"Chanelhu, Brother Ming Fei let us tell you, sometimes, don't just rely on coins, cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh."

Butterfly Chanae took her into her arms and stroked her back,

"If you can't do it, that's okay. Take your time, we understand, Chanel, we understand your pain. ”

Tick!

Tick!

Chanel wept silently, threw herself into the arms of the two sisters, clutched the corners of their clothes, still unable to speak or cry.

Thinking back to the warm hand placed above his head in the carriage under the sunset that year.

Remembering the time when her brother talked to her by cheating.

Not long ago, he lied to her that the coin was positive, and he said that he would go home safely.

Chestnut Blossom Chanel closed her eyes tightly and muttered to herself in her heart.

Swindler!

Obviously said that she wanted to be her brother for life?

For a long time, the wind and snow continued.

Chestnut Blossom Chanel pursed her lips, broke away from the arms of the two sisters, and gently placed the coin in her hand in front of the grave.

Just when the Butterfly Sisters were pleased with her change, Chestnut Blossom Chanel put her hand in her pocket and took out a new one again, looking at it in amazement.

Ding——!

She tossed the coin lightly, and it was the head, and murmured softly,

"Brother, you have to be good in heaven."

The two sisters looked at each other with a helpless smile.

It seems that Chanel will need some more days, but there is no hurry, after all, she has already started to change, hasn't she?

Grave, prayer.

Offerings, farewells.

People come and go, there are voices and tears.

All the people who were not familiar with Ming Fei watched quietly.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and if it continues like this, the way back may be a lot more troublesome.

Maybe this farewell needs to end like this.

They were about to leave, but when they turned around, they were stunned.

The distant mountain path is black, and many dark shadows emerge - it is an unexpected visitor!

Gradually, gradually, they walked in, revealing their black uniforms.

There are swordsmen who were saved by Ming Fei in the vine attack mountain and the mission, and his eyes are sad.

There are swordsmen who don't know Ming Fei at all, but come with admiration and admiration.

Different hair colors, different ages, different heights, different timbres.

In the same way, they hold one flower after another of various colors in their hands and protect them in their arms.

"Boss, let me call you that. Maybe you've forgotten about me. Thank you for saving me in the first place, and now I am also a swordsman who can fight against evil spirits alone, and I will no longer pee my pants when I see evil spirits. Remember when you said that a swordsman should never put down his sword? Maybe I'm not as strong as the boss, but I'll try to get going. A thin man with a few scratches on his face muttered softly and put down the flowers.

"Lord Ryuzhu." More and more people came here spontaneously, stepped forward lightly, lowered their heads and whispered, bent down and fell flowers, quietly retreated, and looked deeply.

So the fragrance of the flowers slowly covered the surrounding snow, and the clusters surrounded the various offerings and gifts.

Then the snow was long, slowly, slowly, and again covered the mountains of flowers in front of the grave.

Black and white scarves, butterflies, sweet oranges, purgatory fireworks, and Momoyama fragrant rice, all hidden in the fragrance.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Yaoya Shiki, thinking that it was something he had arranged.

Yaoyashiki, who learned about the current situation from Tianyin's mouth, shook his head and muttered,

"Everyone, you came to see this child off voluntarily."

"It's not him, but it's far more important than I think."

Yaoya looked back at the tombstone, and the foresight reappeared in his mind.

During the days he spent in a coma, he had been having similar dreams.

The future has not changed, and the person who ended everything is still the same figure!

It's not clear what is going on, but Yozai still believes in such a future.

He shook his head slowly, and said in his heart that only he could hear,

"Perhaps, we may see each other again."

"Really, Mingfei?"

After all, this is the last thing you left with Megumi Chana and Shinobi.

The wind howls and takes away everyone's tears and sorrows, and after what needs to be said, the living will move on, taking with them the share of the deceased.

Ming Fei's transparent body stood in the snow, looking at the mountains of flowers and gifts in front of the stone monument with a complicated expression.

It was obviously his own funeral, but he couldn't help but laugh.

Ming Fei turned his head slowly, looked at the sea of people in the distance, and muttered softly,

"Thank you, Mom, the scarf is warm."

"Dad, Mom will leave it to you, I want her to cheer her up quickly.

"Rabbit, Zhenhu, Yiyong, thank you for the gift, although it feels weird, but I really like it."

"Uncle Purgatory, the fireworks are good, I will accept this gift that I have owed for more than ten years, and I have to take care of Aunt Xihuo."

"Shimi, when you kid fights in the future, you have to take it easy, and I'm sorry, I'll throw you sour oranges for several years."

"Shanyi, well done, let's go on like this! I'm sure you'll be a strong man on your own. ”

"Dead boy, you guy, don't give this kind of thing."

"Brother Yaoya, don't worry, we will definitely meet again."

"Shinobi, Chanae, don't mess around, you have to wait for me, you must wait for me!"

"And, thank you, thank you all for being here."

Ming Fei looked at the back in the distance, slowly dissipated, and when he was leaving, he didn't know if it was his illusion.

He seemed to see the colorful eyes that suddenly turned around in the snow and mist.

The wind howled and blew off the old man's coat,

The file is constant, and the sawdust is dotted.

The old man finally finished carving the boy who was squeezed in the center by two women.

"You'll love it, my good grandson."

There was no answer

But the coat that slipped off the old man's shoulders was gently carried up by the breeze.

[CG: 'Everyone', end.] 】

(End of chapter)