Chapter 113 Unintentional Death is the Most Deadly
Miss Suzuki's bodyguard business encountered some setbacks.
She felt her pocket expressionlessly:
I didn’t bring any money.
Fortunately, Pachi didn't despise her. The next morning, he didn't sneak away and abandon her. Instead, he was surprisingly considerate and brought her a handful of clean water on a large leaf.
He also found three or five ripe wild fruits on the way and placed them in front of her one by one - it seemed that they were for her to eat, but as usual, he still taught her how to pronounce these fruits first, and only gave them to her after he had pronounced them.
This really is like a literacy class for preschoolers, but hunger conquers everything.
Suzuki Sonoko: Bear humiliation and carry heavy burdens.jpg.
Last night, she curled up in a corner of the cave and carefully counted her equipment: First of all, she had no map and could not find the way back to Maple Village.
——In fact, she has been wearing a locator since she was a child, but after coming here, she realized: in this era, there are no artificial satellites in the sky that can provide signals!
In short, I am confused.
She doesn't have to worry about being injured or dying, or getting infected by mosquito bites. If you look closely, she won't die even if she doesn't eat or sleep.
But living like this must be very tiring.
Sure enough, for dinner that day, we had a roasted pheasant shot by Pachi, and Suzuki Sonoko was still useless.
On the morning of the third day, they finally left the mountains. Yuanzi saw a clear river. He tried to wash his muddy clothes, but he didn't pay attention and his belt was washed away by the water.
The utensil they used for eating was a bowl that Pachi brought with him. No one knew what material it was made of. Although it was sturdy, it was too small. A whole pot of soup was not enough for her to finish in one gulp.
Suzuki Sonoko actually knows how to make ceramic pots.
Even if she wanted to be more advanced and make some works of art that could be called "ceramics", she could do it - but unfortunately the soil here is not up to standard and its viscosity is far too poor.
Forget about firing it, it will fall apart as soon as it dries out!
The result was that all the hard work for the whole afternoon was in vain, with only a pile of strange-shaped mud lumps in front of him: Yuanzi wiped his face with a bitter look, thinking that he looked like a preschool child playing with plasticine.
Or the kind with an IQ below average.
Obviously, Pachi, who had been watching her all morning, thought the same thing, but his temper was as good as ever. He didn't get angry when he saw the mess on the floor, and he even used a handkerchief to wipe her hands.
He spent the entire afternoon patiently picking out the mud stains stuck in the cracks of her nails, bit by bit.
She was busy digging the soil and mixing the mud, causing the small stones to cause many scratches on her. However, in just a quarter of an hour or so, those tiny scratches disappeared without a trace.
Brother Pachi saw all these changes with his own eyes, but he didn't show any surprise.
He remained unmoved and continued to wipe her hands.
Yuanzi looked at the serious expression on his face with his head down, and for some reason, she always felt that something was strange.
After a flash of inspiration, she lowered her eyes calmly: This person actually looks a lot like Feng Jingye who used to wipe her hands carefully.
——Although it is gentle and delicate, there is a vague sense of oppression.
So she subconsciously pursed her lips and swallowed back her explanation: "I just want to get some tools to make life easier in the wild."
Don't talk.
Her mysterious sense of vigilance, after Feng Jingye's face appeared in her mind, told her: At least for now, don't speak in front of this person.
She tilted her head calmly, and at the other person's signal, switched to the other hand. She always felt that as long as she spoke, this person's attitude towards her might change...
Because of this inexplicable intuition and the sense of crisis it brought, she was thinking hard even when she was sleeping that night, trying to catch the tail of this flash of inspiration.
After thinking about it for half the night, I finally figured it out a little bit.
——It’s not that she can’t speak in front of him, but she can’t speak particularly coherently.
Judging from his actions over the past few days, this man obviously treated her as a blank slate. Even when he saw a pear, he had to carefully teach her how to recognize it. Considering how much effort was required, to exaggerate a little, Sonoko felt that he must be quite enjoying it.
In this situation, if she showed that she knew everything, had common sense, and had some particularly elegant survival skills, then in his mind, she would be OOC.
I always feel like his personality type...
Sonoko remembered the other party's delicate stance when they first met, and how he had tacitly agreed that she would follow him after the first meeting. Although he took good care of her along the way, this behavior could be said to have arranged everything completely according to his own wishes - and he also took it for granted that Sonoko must obey.
Domineering can be said to be very subtle.
I always feel...
Yuanzi curled up into a ball, grimly biting the corner of her quilt (which was her own outer robe): If she dared to OO the C that this person had identified in his mind, the consequences...
I’m afraid it’s hard to describe?
This sense of crisis was particularly long-lasting, coming and going for a long time, causing Yuanzi to suffer from insomnia for three to five days in a row.
During the day, she had to hold back her words and force herself to act like a pure and innocent idiot. Her temper became much more irritable, and she would frown if she disagreed with something. She even ate slowly, as if she was taking medicine.
At that time, her mind was a mess (essentially, she was still a stupid human being who needed sleep), and she was obsessed with maintaining her persona, and she didn't realize that she looked like a big "spoiled" person.
They walked like this for almost two months, stopping and starting often and taking detours. Because she couldn't sleep at night and was sleepy during the day, Yuanzi didn't realize that they hadn't actually walked very far.
So when they set out on the road early that morning, they were still in the mountains.
The valley is deep and foggy in the early morning. Lush bushes block the road ahead, and tall trees that block out the sun block the sky.
Suzuki Sonoko walked slowly about ten meters behind Pachi with a sleepy face.
The other party was probably familiar with her temper that needed to be accommodated (although she herself was unaware of it), so he left her enough private space and did not provoke her to vent her anger. When she walked, she rarely even looked back.
Yuanzi followed quietly for a long time and became somewhat sober.
She looked around with a look of despair, and when she looked in a certain direction, she suddenly shuddered and woke up instantly!
——Behind the big tree at the corner, there is a fork in the road that seems to have been trampled by a hunter!
Because these trees have lush leaves and deep roots, and the angles are not right, this road is quite hidden.
Suzuki Sonoko turned her head to look at the path, then looked up at Pachi's back.
Then she looked at the path again, and like a thief, she tiptoed carefully and took two steps to the side.
No response!
Yuanzi was surprised without showing any expression, and stood there watching the other person's back gradually disappear. He turned around and saw that the path was still hidden behind the tree. The bushes along the way were in bloom, and there were several colorful butterflies resting on the flowers.
It's just a broken road, and you dare to seduce me!
After struggling in such indignant manner, Miss Suzuki, who almost drove herself crazy, started running - now she no longer minded the difficult mountain road that hurt her feet. Although she walked slowly, she managed to move forward for the whole morning.
The air of freedom is the most fragrant.
Suzuki Sonoko, who was sitting on a rock by the roadside to rest her feet, rubbed her heels and sighed from the bottom of her heart.
Unfortunately, freedom comes at a price: some weeds have thorns that can prick you even if you're wearing socks.
Yuanzi lowered her head and rubbed her feet with full concentration.
Before my feet could recover, my wrists started to ache.
The eldest lady sniffed in grievance, covering her wrist with her hands, feeling sad and pitiful.
A shadow suddenly fell overhead.
Then there was a sigh.
Yuanzi was suddenly startled, and her expression was stuck in the process of changing from sadness to fear. The style of the expression was quite hideous, and her facial features almost couldn't stay in place.
When I looked up, my screams almost died in my throat.
Brother Pachi, with his head full of flirtatious feathers, bent down calmly and grasped her wrist, which she had been regretting for a long time, without giving her a second to refuse.
Then he started to massage her very naturally.
Yuanzi was so frightened that she froze - the other party raised his hand and touched her face as if nothing had happened, and asked nonchalantly: Are you feeling uncomfortable?
Whenever someone coaxed her, Miss Suzuki would habitually try to take advantage of the situation, but she could only say "hmm" in grievance.
Then I remembered that this was a "kidnapper" with unknown motives.
He was also a "kidnapper" who most likely witnessed her entire attempt to escape and successfully captured her!
The kidnapper rubbed the bruises on her wrist that were fading quickly, sighed, and muttered to himself seemingly unintentionally, "After suffering, you must learn from your mistakes. Will you run around again next time?"
The tone was gentle, like a kindergarten teacher educating children.
The child held his breath in his chest, terrified, and asked him to rub his hands. After a while, he mumbled and said stubbornly, "I, I just saw butterflies flying..."
He was the one who specifically "taught" me the word "butterfly".
In fact, Yuanzi himself didn't believe this.
——But this person just let her go nonchalantly. Doesn’t this mean that she can leave?
In this case, wouldn’t it be better for us to just go our separate ways tacitly?
He let her run away on purpose and then chased her back. What was his plan?!
Thinking of this, while feeling guilty about being caught, the self-centered young lady also felt a little annoyed - what the hell was wrong with this guy? Was he really treating her like a prisoner for no apparent reason?!
However, slandering others in private has no effect on the operation of the objective world.
Brother Patch built a fire on the spot, spread some hay, and then went into the woods to hunt.
Suzuki Sonoko was left sitting on the grass prepared by others, doubting her life.
Is this guy sick?
Yuanzi is still very confident in her judgment of people: this person, this "kidnapper", is really not angry!
Although the oppressive feeling almost suffocated her, his emotions remained relatively stable from beginning to end - as if, in his opinion, everything she did was normal:
It is normal to like watching butterflies at an old age;
It is normal to abandon your travel companions because you want to see butterflies;
Even if you run away and are caught, it is normal for you to refuse to apologize and instead blame others and lose your temper!
Suzuki Sonoko touched her chest with deep emotion: She couldn't even figure out what kind of person she was in this person's mind!
——It’s so frustrating to have to perform without a script.
She hugged her knees and sighed, and no one dared to run away...
Another shadow fell silently, and a familiar palm with the scent of exotic spices fell on her face very naturally, lifting her small chin and rubbing it twice.
He asked, "Why are you shaking?"
Yuanzi thought to herself, I was clearly frightened by your elusive behavior.
But looking at the other person's calm and gentle eyes, she swallowed and said very seriously: "Because I'm cold."
He shuddered as he finished speaking, looking particularly convincing.
Brother Pachi: “Really?”
Sonoko nodded: "Yes."
So Brother Pachi turned his head to look at the rising fire. Under the flickering light and shadow, he curled the corners of his mouth inexplicably, and then, under Yuanzi's puzzled gaze, he calmly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
At that moment, Yuanzi suddenly felt a sense of crisis that could hardly be amplified. She was so shocked that it felt like the first time she saw the female ghost in The Ring when she was a child. Her hands and feet were numb!
——If it weren't for the last bit of rationality still telling her that the guy in front of her was no pushover, she would have jumped directly into his arms and snuggled up.
She stared intently at the corner opposite the fire.
As the fingers snapped, a dazzling red dot suddenly appeared in the air in that corner. As the air gradually expanded, the temperature perceptible to the human body gradually rose by more than half. It was clearly an old forest deep in the mountains in autumn at a high altitude, but because of this red dot, it was warm like a sunny spring day.
The red dot stretched and flashed, becoming bigger and bigger, and naturally twisted into a cute big-headed doll.
If it didn't make her so nervous just by looking at it, Yuanzi would still be willing to hug it just for its appearance!
It's over.
Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but droop her lips: Just because of this thing, she probably can't escape...
Not far above her head, the young Pachi priest who called himself Shalva Ganna once again placed his hand on the top of her hair, rubbing it slowly while gently asking her, "Are you still cold now?"
Suzuki Sonoko feels hopeless: My heart is cold.
For the sake of appearance, she even tried hard to smile, trying to express naturally: "I'm much better..."
The tone was so aggrieved.
They didn't travel at all that day. Yuanzi sat on a huge tree stump with her hands hugged her knees, and the big orange-headed doll squatted obediently at her feet.
It's warm.
Suzuki Sonoko touched the goose bumps on her arms that had not gone away since early morning, and finally confirmed in her heart: Shalva Ganna put this thing out just to scare her!
On the other side, Ganna cooked three large grass carps without any formality, wrapped them in two banana leaves with elegant movements, and when he handed them to her, he said gently, "Be good."
If she had hesitated a bit when taking the fish, Yuanzi thought that the man would take the fish back, remove the bones and feed it back to her!
So, Miss Suzuki held the delicious dinner in her hands, feeling as if she had a new father.
He can treat you wholeheartedly, but at the same time, he will also ask you to be obedient.
——But while being obedient, it is best to also respect and admire him from the bottom of your heart.
So annoying.
Sometimes Yuanzi couldn't help but think: Could it be that this guy... has fallen in love with her?
Originally, she would not be so narcissistic. Without revealing her family background, 90% of men would not fall in love with her at first sight. However, after a series of counterexamples such as Ximen, Ebisu and Shang Long appeared, Sonoko would occasionally doubt her life.
Is there...something about her that is so strange and charming that I am not aware of, that makes it easy for people to fall in love with her at first sight?
In the next five months, yes, five months, in Suzuki Sonoko's impression, it was more than half a year. The Shaman King Tournament should have even finished the finals, but when he came to Shalva Ganna, he leisurely toured most of Japan.
Sonoko thought that he might have set off early. After all, with the sailing conditions of that era, at least eight months of flexible time must be left to ensure that all contestants can be inspected and have enough time to travel to the final competition.
So, during this period of nearly half a year, although Miss Suzuki often felt as depressed as a high school girl traveling with her father, and was so restrained that she wanted to throw a tantrum, she couldn't help but doubt herself from time to time because of the other party's attitude.
Although she wasn't sure whether she had a face that would make people fall in love at first sight, this didn't stop her from occasionally making some reverse attempts.
The so-called reverse test is to first establish the premise that "this person really fell in love with her at first sight", and then perform some subtle operations - such as deliberately staring at the other person in a daze, and preferably making your face red - to judge his true psychology based on his reaction.
The more I argue, the worse it gets.
After being caught in the other person's sight again (although she did it on purpose, it was not difficult to be infatuated with Shalva given his appearance), the man walked up to her with almost a smile (not a fake at all, a particularly sincere smile), chose a high stone to sit on, then naturally put his arm around her shoulders and let Yuanzi lie on his knees.
The fire in front of her was warm. Because it had been so long, even the red doll that frightened her had become a part of her habit. Yuanzi rested her head on the man's knees and felt particularly comfortable with the hand touching her hair.
It's very, very comfortable.
Yuanzi yawned in a daze, and raised her hand to knock off the other person's fingers that were accidentally hooked into her hair - if the handle had not looked so much like a cat (or any pet), she might have been subdued by him.
Six months later, as if a fast-forward switch had been turned on, the young priest from the Pachi tribe finally began various assessments of contestants.
They take exams along the way, and accommodation is arranged for them by the candidates.
That evening, Yuanzi sat in the magnificent mansion of a city lord, eating her meal in silence (she thought she was very picky about food, but she was completely unaware of it), while listening to an Indian foreigner with a head of brilliant feathers, speaking standard Japanese and making gestures that were absolutely in line with aristocratic manners, and exchanging witty remarks with the city lord (the candidate was one of the city lord's nephews) in a measured manner.
She thought to herself that Komatsu Castle was obviously a frontier city, on the Seto Inland Sea, and Tamba was the center of the country - this was really getting further and further away.
After swallowing the rice cake in her mouth, she despised herself helplessly: It's a pity that you don't dare to run away now.
Because no matter where you run, you will be caught.
Although there was a high probability that there would not be any serious consequences, she yawned very naturally, without any intention of giving face to the city lord. When Shalva looked over, he put on a whining and aggrieved face even more naturally, with "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, I want a bed" written all over his body.
When she was in kindergarten and didn't want to go to school, she would usually use this expression to act coquettishly with her uncle.
Her uncle is fooled by this.
——Fortunately, Shalva eats the same food as her uncle, and his temper is better than her uncle's!
What can I say about Suzuki Sonoko? A child who was spoiled and taught to be knowledgeable, once the environment is not stressful, she will easily lose her composure. After knowing the other party's bottom line intentionally or unintentionally, she acted very naturally (perhaps even without realizing it).
If something doesn't taste good, he won't open his mouth. If he doesn't feel like walking, he'll just find a rock to sit on. If he sees a rock by the river, he'll take off his shoes and go pick it up. If he can't find one, he'll get upset. Then he'll habitually grab the sleeves or the corners of the clothes of the people around him, shaking them while saying, "I want that."
After saying that, he pointed.
The imperative sentence sounded like a matter of course, and somehow made people feel that she was acting coquettishly.
This was probably a kind of innate skill, and strangely enough, it was very popular with Shalva Ganna.
Later on, Yuanzi was too lazy to even pretend. When she saw a scenic spot she wanted to visit (such as a pavilion halfway up the mountain), she would run halfway up the mountain without caring where Shalva, who was leading the way, was going - anyway, this man would always follow her and lead her back to the right path.
No need to worry about getting lost, and she can still follow her heart: recently, she even gave up the last line of defense.
In the past, she had a lot of opinions, but she only dared to whisper them. When facing this priest of Pachi, she knew to put on a smile.
Now, she was very good at throwing things. When the other party got angry (because she ran around, and ran around three or four times a day), he would pick her up and walk with her. Yuanzi would raise her hand to scratch the arm on the back of her neck collar, and at the same time he would beep loudly:
"You're so annoying. I hate you."
Meanwhile, Shalva remained unmoved and walked several hundred meters. Just before Yuanzi was about to explode with rage, he wisely told her, "If you behave yourself, I can carry you on my back instead."
By the evening, Miss Suzuki Sonoko, who had been carried all the way, was still angry and looked at her dinner with drooping eyes: "I don't want to eat this."
This is the tone she uses when she is being naughty with her mother.
Mrs. Tomoko Suzuki was worried about her second daughter's mental retardation, so she basically wouldn't ask her to repeat any request a second time.
However, compared to Mrs. Tomoko, Shalva obviously has more bottom line.
He put the barbecue into Yuan's hands and said unmovedly, "This is all we have. If you don't eat it, you'll starve."
Yuanzi grumbled as he held the barbecue, forcing himself to retort, "I hate you."
The young priest was very good-tempered and said with a smile, "You already hated me once during the day, so it's okay if you continue to hate me now."
Yuanzi rolled his eyes and lowered his head to chew the meat.
After finishing the meal that made her hold her breath, she would look back and would surely find two or three red wild fruits from the pillow (which was actually just a bundle).
——It can barely be considered a gift to please people.
How should I put it? If you come to the garden specifically for sightseeing five hundred years ago, then Shalva Ganna is simply a gold medal tour guide: in between peaceful tours, he will even find people to fight for you to watch. Everyone's moves are varied and colorful, and more exciting than many modern exhibition matches!
Apart from not being able to decide the route by herself (she came to find Xiaosong Castle after all), to be honest, she actually had a lot of fun (she almost forgot her original purpose)!
After more than half a month, they finally arrived at the capital. That night, Shalva did not sleep the whole night.
Yuanzi didn't take this abnormality seriously at first. After all, judging from his temperament, he didn't look like a female classmate without a story. It was completely reasonable for him to occasionally look at the moon and reminisce about the past!
However, the next day, something even bigger was wrong.
It had been almost a year since he had come this far, and Yuanzi had watched Shalva beat the children no less than fifty times—fifty different ways of beating them in each of those fifty trials, but the one thing that remained constant was that he always hit them very quickly.
Basically all problems can be solved in a quarter of an hour.
He looked down from a high vantage point and even if he could push someone into the wall with just three moves, without giving the contestant any chance to show off their special skills, he still had a magical way of judging and could accurately estimate the opponent's strength level!
It's done as it should be, and the business is done very well.
But today…
The Makura family has been in charge of the Onmyoji Bureau for hundreds of years. Their residence consists of large courtyards within small courtyards, which are stacked layer upon layer to frame a corner of the suburbs of Beijing. The seals are also densely engraved, so no matter how loud the noise is, there is no need to worry about being exposed.
Suzuki Sonoko, hugging a warm orange-red big-headed doll, leaned against the porch pillar, half asleep and half awake, thinking that after the quarter-hour fight, she would go back to sleep and resume her interrupted dream.
——As a result, she pressed the big-headed doll for more than half an hour, but there was no way to determine the winner in the test fight above her head!
At the end of the fight, the night wind was so strong that Yuanzi was forced awake by it.
She looked up at the sky thoughtfully, and then realized: Shalva was really weird today!
He moved very slowly, especially compared to his previous self. This change was almost unnoticeable to those who were not familiar with him. Even if there were some clues, it was just an assessment after all, so it was understandable that the coach played slowly.
But Yuanzi always felt that what he did could be called an investigation, but it could also be called intentional exposing other people's cards...actually.
Does he have a grudge against the Makura family?
Yuanzi tilted her head in confusion and unconsciously rubbed her chin on the top of the big-headed doll's head.
She yawned slowly, looked down, and saw that the fat red boy in her arms was also yawning.
For a moment, Suzuki Sonoko felt as if a thunder exploded in her ears, making her shiver on the spot.
The thing in her arms was red.
Red is the color of fire.
The red elf is the fire elf.
——Fire Spirit.
Suzuki Sonoko was very confused.
She raised her eyes with lifeless eyes, and the fight in the air was finally over:
Shalva Ganna, who was almost dust-free, stood aside with a dignified demeanor. Makura Yexian, who had been beaten for almost an hour, stood in front of him and listened carefully to him repeating the precautions of the game.
Sonoko looked at the endless rooftops of the Asakura family's mansion in the dark night, then looked at the man who was respectfully escorted out with a flawless smile, and immediately took a breath.
——Five hundred years ago, who was it that quietly reincarnated into the Pachi tribe and secretly stole the Fire Spirit, one of the five great spirits?
Sonoko Mu stared blankly at Shalva Ganna as he walked up to her naturally, took her hand naturally, and prepared to go back to sleep.
The corridor was dark and long, stretching out like a ghost's coelenteritis. She looked forward from the back and could only see two-thirds of the clear-cut profile of the person in front of her.
I was scared and broke out in cold sweats every minute.
This is……
——Ma Kura Leaf King? !
The author has something to say: The new character mentioned earlier is here.
I think quite a few people guessed correctly...
Don't worry, I won't be OOC!
Also, there should be another chapter next, and as usual, I would like to ask for a message.
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