Chapter 128: A Glance at the Intersection of Time and Space [VIP]

The time spent in the car is the most boring.

If Suzuki Sonoko was bored and frightened when she first set out, then after walking safely for most of the day, the fear was gone and only boredom was left.

The cabin was quite spacious overall. Yuanzi tried to pull the drawer on the left. She remembered that there were a lot of things placed in it.

It turned out that maybe the person who was collecting the things had too much strength in their hands, but the drawer seemed to be stuck at one point. She held her breath and pulled for a long time but couldn't open it. Finally, her fingers loosened and the drawer hit the wall with a bang, and her elbow directly knocked the tea bowl off her head.

Bang——!

Outside the car, Zhao Ma, who heard the noise, leaned over and asked, "Is there any problem?"

Sonoko bent down to reach for the tea bowl: "It's okay, it's okay."

The door filtered out the subtle sounds of sleeves rubbing against each other, and Zhao Ma could only hear her answering one after another. Her voice was crisp, her tone was normal, and she actually answered the question normally. She was normal for a moment, and she didn't seem like an idiot who was rolling around for love.

He thought about it calmly and thought: It is possible that being confined in the mountains really cleared her mind, but considering the stubbornness of her dog-blood virus, the effect should not be so quick.

Are you still scared?

Zhao Ma is a sensitive person and thinks a lot.

He first thought: This princess was not born and raised in Takama-ga-hara, and she was put in solitary confinement a few days after her return, so she might not know Takama-ga-hara very well - the gods of Izumo are all descendants of Yin God and Yang God in the final analysis, and are considered a family pantheon, and everyone is a brother and sister who can be ranked according to seniority.

Then I thought: It is precisely because she knows nothing that she is so nervous and apprehensive. Perhaps she is afraid of having to live under someone else's roof.

But Zhao Ma was just Bishamonten's artifact. He had no right to comfort a goddess and say that all gods were one family. After thinking for a moment, he did not point out anything and instead patiently explained the situation of Bishamon Shrine.

After just a few words, the topic shifted to Bishamonten himself.

He said, "It's not that Bishamonten doesn't want to come pick you up, but she was seriously injured some time ago. Although she has recovered, she needs a long period of rest."

Suddenly, his tone softened as he spoke, "She may seem like a renowned martial god, but she's incredibly gentle at heart. She's very patient with children and perseveres in everything she does. Although her overly strong character can sometimes be heartbreaking, her heart shines brightly no matter what..."

Suzuki Sonoko: Who am I? Where am I? My life is threatened, why should I eat this dog food?

Sonoko covered her ears with a dead look.

After a quarter of an hour of contemplation, Yuanzi rubbed her arm and put her hand down. Zhao Ma, who was outside the car, continued to speak: "...She works diligently to protect humans and hunt monsters. I believe that her efforts will be rewarded..."

——It connected seamlessly with the first half!

You can imagine what kind of nonsense they are talking about.

Yuanzi listened patiently for another five minutes, then decided not to torture herself any further and interrupted him: "Why don't you tell me why she was injured?"

Zhao Ma's voice suddenly stopped.

Suzuki Sonoko had originally wanted to use this opportunity to understand her future master's personality, but after waiting for a long time, she finally heard one sentence: "Something happened to the Machi clan, the previous sacred artifact of Bishamon. They were all killed by the unknown god of trouble, so she hasn't been in a good mood recently..."

The gentle and pleasant male voice paused and soothed, "But you can rest assured. Even if her body hasn't recovered, she can still teach you how to practice. And as I said, she's a very gentle person. Even if she's sad, she won't take her anger out on you. Having said that, I hope you can try to be considerate of her..."

Suzuki Sonoko opened her dead eyes and covered her ears for the second time.

Even with an extra hand blocking the way, she still couldn't block out the muffled chatter. Yuanzi thought to herself that she had seen him several times before, and she hadn't realized that Zhao Ma was a chatterbox, and a nagging chatterbox at that...

Having complained to this point, she frowned.

When Zhao Ma talked about the annihilation of the Ma clan, he only said it lightly and quickly turned the topic to an area that made him feel at ease (referring to praising Bishamon). His words... seemed to be a little evasive.

There's probably something wrong here!

But Zhao Ma is also a member of the Ma clan - they all died and only he was left, and then he became the one most relied upon by the Lord God - with all these causes and consequences connected together, even the protagonist of the conspiracy theory himself would not believe it!

Suzuki Sonoko frowned, and instantly imagined a palace drama based on Bishamonten's backyard. Just as she was getting excited by the twists and turns, the sound of Niu Hulu Zhao Ma, which had been going on all the way outside the sedan, stopped without any warning.

Yuanzi carefully picked her ears at that time, wondering if she had suddenly become deaf?

After thinking about it, she pulled open the curtains and mats and looked out: the convoy had once again entered the gap between this bank and the other bank. Outside, there was a cold wind blowing, and the wheels were rolling over the grass and branches without making any sound, and Zhao Ma...

Zhao Ma seemed to have seen something particularly terrifying. He leaned stiffly against the shaft of the cart and turned his head away deliberately as if he was avoiding something.

Sonoko felt that his expression was much more layered than just fear. Upon closer inspection, positive emotions such as gratitude and inability to face the situation actually accounted for the majority.

In the gap between this shore and the other shore, everything is chaotic, including time and space - similar in nature to the broken world - there is no clear concept of direction here, and the light and shadow are not clear. Yuanzi can only look quietly in the direction that Zhao Ma deliberately avoided. In a trance, he can only see a figure standing sideways with a sword.

It was not known whether her gaze was too strong or the person was too sensitive, but as soon as her gaze fell, the figure immediately turned to look here, his eyes sharp and cold like a blade made of ice, which directly separated the turbid spiritual energy rolling up and down in the air.

Yuanzi's heart started pounding at that sight, and he subconsciously let down the curtain. When he came to his senses, he found himself slumped in a corner of the car, his fingers tightly gripping his cuffs.

That's Yato.

All Yuanzi could hear was the roar of her own heart, and her eardrums were almost broken. She took two deep breaths and finally regained control of her body.

——Although she couldn’t see anything clearly, she knew it was definitely Yato.

She had seen Yato like this before, when they went to the hospital to exorcise demons and had an accident. Even though she couldn't see his face, she could feel the sharp and cold murderous aura around him.

But it's different from that time.

That time his eyes were filled with a cold blue, but Yuanzi could easily see her own reflection in that blue.

But this time...

She didn't know if it was because she didn't see clearly and so she was imagining things, but when she saw him through the tiny gap between the bamboo curtains and the chaotic light and shadow, the sky-blue eyes that she should have been very familiar with were filled with thick black mist.

Dark, cold, cruel and heavy.

Suzuki Sonoko suddenly felt very aggrieved. How could Yato look at her like that?

Sonoko rationally knew that this was normal. Now that everyone was not familiar with each other, Yato in the Uzushin.ver was not warm at all, so it was normal for him to ignore passers-by.

What's more, the five-cent god five hundred years later never said that he had ever seen her, so even though Yuanzi was so aggrieved that she was about to cry, she still forced herself to resist the urge to pull open the curtain and howl at him.

But this doesn't stop her from continuing to feel wronged!

Driven by a subtle sense of reluctance, after the convoy left the area, she proactively knocked on the car's floorboards and carefully considered her words before asking Zhao Ma, "What happened just now?"

Zhao Ma said it was nothing.

Yuanzi continued, "Then why didn't you speak just now? It's not like your voice can't be transmitted..."

At this point, his true intentions became clear, and he asked rather rashly, "Who was that person we just bumped into?"

Fortunately, Zhao Ma was also in a state of confusion at this time and did not notice that there was something wrong with her attitude. Because she suddenly mentioned Yato, he became even more flustered - he had begged Yato to kill the Ma clan, but it was Yato who ultimately bore all of Bishamon's hatred - this result was at least half caused by his weakness, and when he didn't know how to face it, he subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

Zhao Ma thought that the prince in the car lacked common sense, so he suddenly had an idea and just said, "That is a Huojin god waiting for Nora", and then took the opportunity to talk about what Nora is, what Huojin god is, and how Huojin god works.

His popular science covered every detail, even the opinions of the artifact man on Nora were repeated directly, leaving Suzuki Sonoko stunned.

In the past, she only thought that Huojin God was at the bottom of the society of gods, and tacitly assumed that the newly-professional martial god Yato was equivalent to a nouveau riche who had just entered the upper class.

After he said this, she realized that Huojin God had no divine power at all and had never been considered a part of society.

Rather than being described as a nouveau riche, it looked more like an alien wearing human clothing to attend a party.

Outside, Zhao Ma was still lecturing calmly. In the elevator, Yuanzi huddled back in the same corner as at the beginning, looking even more aggrieved.

This time she wasn't thinking about herself, but directed all her grievances towards Ye Dou.

——For a whole thousand years, unknown to her, had Yato always faced the world like this?

——Then from another perspective that she had not paid attention to, what kind of expression did Yato, who had transformed from the God of Misfortune to the God of War, use when facing those who were pointing fingers at him and talking about him?

Oh my god, it hurts so much just thinking about it.

——She never thought of being [afraid].

Outside the car, Zhao Ma deliberately changed the subject and became more and more fluent in his conversation. Focusing on the theme of "Huojin God", he talked about several people who had become famous before.

It is said that a major event happened fifty years ago. The lord of Matsusaka Castle killed one of his own samurai, which gave rise to the god of trouble, and drove him to assassinate the old lord of the rival castle, Nohara Castle.

The successor Lord Nohara did not understand the reason, but in order to retaliate, he launched a large-scale attack on Komatsu Castle, which was under the jurisdiction of Matsusaka Castle, and cruelly chose to massacre the people in the city to pay tribute to his father's spirit in heaven.

After receiving the tragic news of the destruction of Komatsu Castle, the cultivated God of Misfortune, under the command of his master, silently killed the new castle lord.

The young city lord had neither brothers nor descendants, and after his death, Nohara fell into chaos. Within a few years, it was swallowed up by other forces due to conflicts and disputes.

In one war, due to the conflict between two tribes, three cities were destroyed. Before Yato swung his sword to wipe out the Ma clan under the command of the war god Bishamon, this was the most commendable and most criticized and hated achievement of the god of war.

Yuanzi listened to these understated words weakly. The bloody smell between the lines was so calm that it made people numb.

In fact, Sonoko didn't care at all about how the disaster god named Lu Bang became. She just subconsciously wanted to pin all these things on Yato, and then shed a long string of tears in grievance.

The emotional Miss Suzuki choked up and swore to the sky: Although the Wumao God in this ver is very handsome - or extremely handsome - she still prefers the guardian god Yatoto in the Doubi.ver!

After wiping her tears, Yuanzi didn't know what she was thinking about, and hurriedly reached into her pocket. The space bags sold by Yuzhu Tower were of stable quality, but after searching for a long time, she only took out a handful of talismans.

Oh, yes, Sonoko realized belatedly: a week after the previous time-travel plan, no one expected that she would be away from everyone for two whole years.

But she did live for over two years.

The moment she saw Yato's figure, Suzuki Sonoko felt as if a switch in her mind was turned on without warning. The people and things she had not had time to miss were piled up deep in her mind, and they came flooding back, leaving her no chance to rebuild her defenses.

Sonoko felt that she urgently needed to see the image of someone familiar, even if it was Rokudo Mukuro!

Miss Suzuki threw her bag to the ground with a wronged look on her face. She never thought that the talismans that could guarantee her life safety were so annoying.

——Next time you go out, you must bring a photo with you!

In this way, she vented her anger on an innocent object, but once her defenses were breached, all her efforts were basically wasted. Yuanzi's head was full of a lot of emotions that she couldn't even distinguish, and she urgently needed to confide them. She just wanted to find a clear photo to remind her of the person when she saw the object.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. She even had the urge to draw one herself.

In fact, she can draw, and she is even more proficient than most people. When the urge came up, she immediately took out paper and pen from the drawer of the elevator.

She started by drawing her parents and uncle. As she was drawing, she remembered the family mission of having children. Then she thought about how this mission had delayed her for two years. She suddenly felt a huge pressure and felt guilty even looking at the draft.

So she changed the paper and drew Ichigo Kurosaki and Yato.

Yuanzi's painting technique combines ink painting and sketching, and the paintings are quite realistic. Just as he was about to add color, the tip of the brush suddenly stopped.

It was like a bolt of thunder struck her heart. Suzuki Sonoko's hand holding the pen slowly fell to her side, then mechanically raised it up again.

What did Zhao Ma say just now?

The successor, the Lord of Nohara Castle, was unaware of the reason, but in revenge, he launched a massive attack on Komatsu Castle, which was under the jurisdiction of Matsusaka Castle.

Key point: Komatsu Castle.

There seemed to be a sudden flash of fire in Suzuki Sonoko's eyes. She was so stunned that she even forgot about the pen she was holding. The sticky ink fell down and spread out, instantly covering Yato's face.

She subconsciously twisted her hand and cried out in frustration, "Ah!" and was about to raise her hand to hit herself when the sedan chair that had been stable all the way suddenly tilted with a bang.

Yuanzi was caught off guard and rolled over, his face bruised by the partition.

The gold-plated car door broke in the middle, and the sharp wooden splinters were even standing right in front of her eyes.

With another burst of loud rumbling sounds, as if a violent storm suddenly swept across the earth, the entire roof of the car was blown off and flew out. Yuanzi hurriedly held down her flying hair and hurriedly stepped on the fallen low table to turn over and climb out.

At this time, the caravan was still in the gap between this shore and the other shore. At a glance, it was impossible to distinguish between the sky and the earth. Yuanzi knelt on the ground, holding the shaft of the car, and his ears were filled with the sound of weapons.

She looked around but couldn't find Zhao Ma. She wanted to roll over and hide behind the wreckage of the sedan, but when she turned around, she saw a pair of familiar clogs next to the scattered wooden boards.

And the familiar hem of clothing above the clogs.

She leaned on the sedan chair and looked up. The familiar red-haired ghost king was looking down at her, with the corner of his mouth raised in a half-smile.

Suzuki Sonoko: I'm going to die.