Chapter 107
Blood filled her eyes
“…I don’t understand.” Fuyuki tilted his head slightly. “There seems to be no trace of anyone else.”
On the surface, he appeared puzzled yet nonchalant, but inwardly he was already burning with fervor, eagerly asking questions.
What is this supposed to be?
She wouldn't understand any hints!
Dongshu tried to conceal her confusion and remained calm.
The hem of clothing I just saw should have been Hasebe, but if I hadn't been bound to him by a contract, I wouldn't have been able to spot it so quickly.
A tsukumogami with decent mobility wouldn't make such a simple mistake.
Easy and obvious footprints?
That's utterly absurd.
"Did you find anything?" She couldn't think of anything, so she decisively looked up and asked back.
"Hmm... they are definitely not Xiao Fuyuki's family."
Dazai Osamu didn't say much. He just left a vague remark, turned around with a smile, and took two steps forward following the footprints.
The faint traces left by the dust on the ground finally came to a stop in front of a conspicuous iron gate.
The door seemed to lead downwards, revealing a dark, deep, and cold crack.
Dazai Osamu shifted his gaze slightly, a dark glint flashing across his eyes before disappearing just as quickly.
Here comes something interesting.
He doesn't need to take the initiative.
Dazai Ming hurriedly followed, and when he saw the door, his eyes lit up. He immediately pushed it open and said confidently, "The clue is right here. Otherwise, it would be too illogical for an iron door to appear in a place like this."
"I'll lead the charge!"
After saying that, he walked down first.
Behind her, Fuyuki and Dazai Osamu exchanged a glance. She blinked her right eye as if to give a hint, and received a barely perceptible nod from him.
Fuyuki: "?"
What is this?
She doesn't understand.
……silence.
Dazai Ming had already traveled quite a distance ahead.
The two parted ways silently.
The fully opened door ran from bottom to top, and a cold wind mixed with the smell of rust rushed in. The dark passageway was just wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
Dongshu blinked and carefully took a step.
The feeling of emptiness and blindness is not pleasant.
She couldn't see the length of the stairs, nor did she know what they looked like. Even with spiritual energy covering her eyes, she still couldn't see anything.
Her vision was forcibly blocked.
The footsteps around him gradually faded away. Dongshu reached out and touched himself all over, but found nothing there.
"...Dazai?"
There was no response.
strangeness.
Dazai Osamu left first, just like Dazai Mei, without paying any attention to the girl left behind.
They were as stiff as controlled puppets.
Dongshu knew nothing. She was confused and had a feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"host."
A soft, gentle call suddenly came from behind.
Fuyuki turned around, and a tall figure was outlined in the bright doorway. Even though it was an iron gate deep inside the house, she saw the boundless sunlight falling behind Hasebe.
A ray of timely light appeared in the darkness.
The loyal spirit approached her and then extended its hand: "I am here, please do not be afraid."
Dongshu shivered, belatedly realizing that tears were streaming down her face. She dazedly raised her hand to wipe them away, but they continued to fall.
Why is she crying?
“Hasebe…” His lips moved, and a hoarse voice was squeezed out of his throat uncontrollably.
But it felt like fingernails slicing across a blackboard, making one involuntarily frown.
It's extremely unpleasant to listen to.
Winter trees cannot stop.
Her body started moving on its own: "It's so dark."
A fragile smile appeared on her face, her eyes unfocused and gradually losing their expression, as she complained, "Why did you take so long to get here?"
"I'm so scared, please hug me."
The sound crashed to the ground, shattering into countless pieces, piercing sharply into Hasebe's heart.
He frowned, quickly reached out and pulled the Saniwa into his arms, then hugged her tightly.
"Since it is the Lord's command... we will carry it out to the end."
The spirit's voice was deep and, in a daze, even magnetic. Its beautiful purple eyes darted around, reflecting sunlight that shouldn't exist, like glass beads.
"Please don't be afraid anymore. It is my fault for causing you such fear."
He gently patted Dongshu's back, and the girl's slender body completely melted into his embrace, little by little, their breaths mingling together.
Instead—
The tsukumogami's eyes darkened, and taking advantage of the fact that the person in his arms couldn't see, the smile on his lips became even more arrogant.
Superficial madness is manipulated to mask the truth.
"Mmm." Fuyuki stopped paying attention to the uncontrollable tears and buried herself tightly in Hasebe's arms. Her voice lost its original tone, and she stumbled along, much like a slow-moving centenarian.
"...No, you can't...leave me."
She exists alone and helpless in this strange world, while the family she chose...
She clutched Hasebe's clothes tightly, trying to throw away emotions that didn't belong to her from her heart.
That's so weird.
Confused, Fuyuki tried to peel away the physical bonds that bound the two of them, but layers of fog obscured her vision, constantly concealing the truth.
It seemed to want to... completely take her away!
The control continued, and Fuyuki closed her eyes and pleaded, "Please let us leave here, please let us go back... I don't want to stay in this terrible and troublesome place anymore, I'm not happy at all."
No, no, that's not right.
Her mission—this was her mission to support her family—
The gentle spirit touched her cheek and tenderly wiped away the water: "Of course, please don't continue to perceive negative emotions. With me here, you will surely become the happiest being. If you have any needs, feel free to command me."
There's nothing Hasebe can't do, not even... dirty things, because it's his master's order.
Even if the task is to kill the master, it must be executed perfectly by Hasebe, who is called the master's command.
"Mmm." Fuyuki reluctantly raised her head, only to see the deep pain in the purple eyes so close to her.
She was stunned, and her soul trembled for a moment.
...Ah, is her Hasebe also denying being forced to conform to this persona?
Is she also disgusted by the current version of herself, which has been altered to be fragile and repulsive?
Hasebe stood up and steadily supported Fuyuki.
Even though she had grown a few years older, Dongshu suddenly saw countless versions of herself in this familiar pose.
So, is this inexplicable power based on the moment when she is completely relaxed and completely dealing with the attachment of the zombie gods?
Then why this hoarse voice...?
Fuyuki suddenly remembered something.
Is it because she has existed for hundreds of years? But she is not an old woman.
Winter Tree: qwq
Still immature and forever a child, the Saniwa is driven mad by the betrayal of her own body.
Spiritual energy surged, the sunlight grew even more intense, and the pitter-patter of rain outside could no longer be heard.
Fuyuki took a deep breath, and the stiff, weak arm that was being controlled and stretched towards the tsukumogami was gradually enveloped by the flow of spiritual energy.
The strange things embedded inside were driven away by the intense heat and burned away bit by bit, and a roaring electronic voice suddenly appeared in my mind.
—Grab her! Kill her!
At the same time, Hasebe loosened his grip on Fuyuki, his gentle expression remaining unchanged, even to an extreme degree.
"host."
He called out to her.
"You want to leave, is that it? That's your order..."
He pressed down on Hasebe and pulled out the knife.
The little Saniwa was placed steadily and carefully on the ground, but even the tear stains on his face had not completely dried, and the wiping that had just done the first thing did not completely remove them.
—Pull it out! Do it!
Fuyuki intensified the compression of spiritual energy, and power poured out continuously from every crevice, joining the army to fight against the strange power.
Seeing her own knife's increasingly distorted eyes, she grew more and more anxious.
Faster!!!
The sharp blade was fully drawn from its sheath, and this renowned sword, once famous for its master, now turned its weapon against its own master.
My hands were clenched tightly, without the slightest tremor.
He was as resolute as if he were taking action against the Time Travel Army.
—Good! Well done! Now!
The voice of the mechanical data sounded again, and Fuyuki stared intently at the blade, his weak and aged body instantly regaining its vitality.
It pierced the air with its sharp edge, heading straight for her heart.
Her pupils constricted, and for a moment she couldn't think of anything else but to turn to the side.
Clang—!
Blood filled his vision, and the spiritual shield in Dongshu's hand was a beat too slow.
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