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Yuanzi's dinner was still brought by Ma Cang Ye Wang.
As soon as he entered the room, he noticed something was amiss with the spiritual energy field in the room. He picked up Miss Suzuki, who was lying in a puddle on the floor, shook her, and asked, "What did Sonoko do today?"
Yuanzi flexed her fingers dazedly, then, upon seeing his expression, hummed twice in confusion, complaining, "Why are you so angry?"
Although her brain was dulled by the pain, her intuition was still there. She frowned, feeling that something seemed amiss. It was understandable that the boss was controlling, but his level of vigilance and sensitivity was a bit too much...
At this time, Suzuki Sonoko had not thought too deeply about it. She just subconsciously combined the boss's abnormal behavior at this time and his temper that suddenly became unscrupulous during this period.
So when Ma Cang Ye Wang was about to hold her and feed her as he had done in the past half month, she subconsciously raised her hand to block him and knocked over the bowl of soup in his hand.
The boss still didn't lose his temper.
Asakura Ye Wang smiled and shook his head, looking at Suzuki Sonoko with a tolerant look as if he was looking at a child throwing a tantrum - such a tolerance that Sonoko felt a creepy feeling for no reason.
A quarter of an hour later, he returned with a new tray.
On the tray was a plate of food that looked no different from the previous one. King Ye held her back on his lap and announced in a gentle voice.
"Okay," he smiled, "you can eat now."
After eating, she has to wash her hands and rinse her mouth. The way Ma Cang Ye Wang wipes her hands is very similar to Feng Jingye. He is so meticulous that he even uses a cloth to slowly absorb the water stains between her nails.
The former treated her as his highest goal and served her wholeheartedly - the latter also treated her like a work of art.
Miss Suzuki, who felt like she had been oiled and polished, watched her boss leave, and with her body filled with pain and weakness, she collapsed on the tatami in a daze.
Through the gap in the low table, she unexpectedly saw a familiar string of prayer beads in the gap of the cabinet door in the corner. Hundreds of green bean-sized pillars were coiled together, almost like a small snake.
It was the one she pulled out of the cabinet a few days ago.
She rubbed against the wall from time to time, endured the pain in her shoulder, and reached out to hook the tassel of the rosary.
Under the flickering candlelight, Suzuki Sonoko's eyes suddenly lit up.
The rosary had lost its color, which meant that the fan pendant that suddenly disappeared from her palm that day was not an illusion. When she had purchased a large quantity of the rosary from the Yuzhu Tower warehouse, the instructions for the rosary had clearly stated that each bead in the string was imbued with spiritual power, and the runes engraved on it had the power to counteract filth and prevent people from being eroded by miasma.
She asked the assistant sister: "How long is the shelf life of this thing?"
The other person replied: "Time is something... very elastic."
"Although the beads can absorb free spiritual energy to replenish themselves, their power has a limit. When they need to resist the demonic energy of a large monster, their power will inevitably be consumed quickly. But under normal circumstances, it can be passed down as a family heirloom for three or five generations without any problem."
Yuanzi clearly remembered that she was almost amused by her. She complained with lingering fear: "It can't be regarded as a family heirloom, right? What if the descendants really wear it all the time? One day they encounter a monster and want to use it as a talisman, but unfortunately it expires..."
"Wouldn't that mean he was directly tricked to death?"
At that time, the other party seemed to be amused by her. He just shook his head and said, "Not really. When it loses its effect, you will know it naturally."
Yuanzi thought this statement was very mysterious.
Now, she probably knew what the assistant sister meant...
The fair fingers hooked the beads and pulled them out, but because the hands were tired, they could not lift them up, so all they could see was a blur: but even by touching them, they could feel the difference.
Dull, mediocre, decadent, and loose.
——The magical instrument that was originally worth tens of millions now looks like an old bracelet. The prayer beads that should have been smooth and cool are actually a bit scratchy when rubbed. It seems that with just a little force, it can be crushed into a pile of powder.
The red string that held the beads together had turned a dirty, dark red. How should I put it...
It suits this mansion very well.
After this thought suddenly popped into her mind, Yuanzi realized belatedly that her room seemed to have grown considerably darker. Looking up from below, the central beams seemed to have been corroded by the continuous damp, rainy weather, shrinking visibly. However, since there was no mold or insects, the color only looked darker, as if someone had painted them with a layer of black paint made of mud...
Suzuki Sonoko stared at the beam for a long time without saying a word. For a few moments, she couldn't even feel the existence of her own body.
——Although she had not received any complete training in magic, she had served as the tower chief of the Yuzhu Tower for ten days and a half months (…). In the Non-Time Academy, there was a special team responsible for cleaning up the mess caused by people with special abilities and special events.
One of the most common businesses is dealing with resentful spirits who are unwilling to disturb the living after death: and wood that has been corroded by the miasma of earthbound spirits for a long time is about the same level.
Yuanzi looked at the beams of the house, then at his own white palms, and thought to himself, I have become a god, how is it possible that I can emit miasma so strong that it can corrode wood?
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A quarter of an hour later, after checking the arrangement of the barrier, King Makura Ye felt that it was almost time to go to bed. When he opened the door with the calming soup, he saw a brown-haired girl in white standing in the corner without saying a word.
She had one palm pressed flat on the wall, her head lowered, not knowing what she was doing.
"What's wrong?" Ye Wang put down the soup bowl and took off his outer robe. He took two steps forward and held her in his arms. He was curious: "Didn't you say before that you were in so much pain that you didn't want to move?"
"It's amazing that you're still standing."
Yuanzi blinked slowly, looked up at his face, and after a while, said, "I feel like something's not right."
Ma Cang Ye Wang chuckled, his palm sliding along the loosened belt into her robe, and gently pressing his warm palm against her lower abdomen and rubbing it. He nuzzled the side of her neck and took a breath, motioning her: "Give me an example."
Yuanzi turned her head back, pretending not to feel the slowly moving hand under her clothes. She even moved further towards his arms, then slowly removed her hand that was pressing against the wall.
On the blackened wooden wall, a palm print of a darker color suddenly appeared.
"I felt uncomfortable, so I tried, and it seemed I could squeeze the most uncomfortable part a little bit—after I pressed it all on my hand, it became like this."
Under the dim light, the brown-haired girl's expression was blank. Her clear eyes reflected the man's shadow, yet strangely, she seemed to see nothing. She tilted her head, her lips pressed against the ear of the man who leaned over to touch and kiss her shoulder and neck. "Can you explain this to me first?"
The girl's voice was originally clear and cheerful, but now that she spoke in pauses, it had a numbness that made people feel cold at the back of their heads.
Her soft lips gently opened and closed as she asked, "You didn't come to hold me to sleep last night. Is that because you didn't come back at all?"
"What have you been doing?"
"Why do I suddenly feel worse after you didn't come back overnight?"
The candlestick in the corner made a clear sound, and the figure reflected on the paper door suddenly split into two. With a faint sigh, a sudden loud noise split the quiet atrium.
The carp in the central pond were startled by the noise and swam to the nearby lotus leaves in an instant, leaving only a series of ripples on the water. With the crackling sound of the paper door frame being broken, candlesticks, pillows and incense burners fell all over the yard one after another.
Under the swaying red lanterns in the corridor, a half-broken paper door was stuck to the side. Ma Cang Ye Wang, who was only wearing his inner clothes, covered his face with one long sleeve, blocking his head from the iced summer calming tea that spilled from the room. His white sleeves were stained.
In the room, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't stop sniffling because of the pain, and threw everything she could see at people. When her anger was strong, it even overcame her body that was weak due to the pain.
"You, get out of here!!"
"You're so annoying, I really am... No wonder the whole world hates you! No wonder even your family and shikigami don't want you anymore!"
Ma Cang Ye Wang put down his sleeves. He was not surprised that she seemed to have known that he was Ma Cang Ye Wang from her words. He just looked at the people who were jumping up and down in the room in silence and sighed silently.
On the other side, Miss Suzuki, who no longer cared about what she was saying, blurted out: "Go to hell..."
At this point, whether she hurt others or not, she started crying first: "What did I do to you that you would bully me like this... I've been so good to you..."
"I really like you..."
She hiccuped and said, "I like you so much. I think your behavior is justified. I was so happy for half the morning because I realized I don't have to be your enemy!"
The end of the sentence is so high-pitched that it is even a little harsh.
In the house, Yuanzi seemed to be out of breath, and she held on to the kicked-over low table for a long time to recover: on the one hand, she was sad, angry and wronged because she was betrayed by the person she fell in love with at first sight - on the other hand, it hurt when she raised her hand, and it hurt when she moved her muscles when she threw things. The pain stimulated the nerves of her tear glands, and the louder the noise, the more miserable she cried.
Within two minutes, the whole person was in a mess, drowned in tears. Instead of knocking Ma Cang Ye Wang out, he curled up in pain and could only huddle in the corner, hugging himself and groaning.
In the end, Sonoko thought she might have fainted from the pain, but Asakura Yewang just thought she was tired. After the paper-like Shikigami started to repair the door frame, he picked her up and moved to another room to sleep again.
The next morning, there was no difference from the previous half month.
Suzuki Sonoko opened her eyes amid the sound of birdsong and lingering pain. The familiar scent of tea filled her nose, and a man's arm was around her waist. As always, this arm ignored her so-called pajamas, naturally loosened the belt, and pressed directly against her skin at the waist.
The second thing to do after getting up is kissing.
For a long time, Suzuki Sonoko was a ball of warm and pure energy to Asakura Yewang, but she was also covered by a human body that could withstand the squeeze, and he wanted to take a bite of her from time to time.
The feeling she had today remained the same.
——On the 23rd day after being contaminated by the miasma and filth condensed by ancient methods, Suzuki Sonoko's body was still pure.
Then have breakfast.
Yuanzi sat in the familiar embrace, opened her mouth to feed the egg custard, and then in the interval between taking a bite, she habitually closed her eyes, letting the man's soft tongue slowly stir her mouth.
To be honest, people like Sonoko, who started considering marriage and having children in their teens under the urging of their parents, can be considered to have very open-minded ideas. Humans are a kind of animals, and skin contact is the best soothing behavior.
For the past month, she had been surrounded by pain all the time. Gentle physical contact could most directly provide her with the comfort it contained, but today...
Looking at the culprit who was still at his own game, Yuanzi had never felt the pain so unbearable.
When the man's tongue withdrew, she pursed her lips that had turned red from being sucked, took a deep breath, and said, "I hate you."
Ye Wang scooped up the second spoonful of egg custard and handed it to her mouth, saying "Oh" calmly: "Counting the past year, this is the 227th time you have said this. Judging from your tone, you are quite serious this time..."
The tail of the sigh was drowned out by the sticky sound of the kiss. Yuanzi leaned back, but was pressed back by the waist.
During another interval, Sonoko swallowed the slightly sweet red bean soup and repeated, "I hate you."
"I really hate you," she emphasized. "I hate you so much that I wouldn't stop anyone from killing you."
Ye Wang leaned back in amusement, held her in his arms, and almost tossed her around lovingly, patiently telling her, "This isn't annoying."
The man placed his hand on her chest, trembling with her heartbeat. He stared into Sonoko's eyes and taught her word by word: "This feeling is called hatred."
Suzuki Sonoko blinked her eyes and swept all the things in front of her to the ground with her backhand.
She knew her mistake and corrected it: "I hate you."
Ye Wang first made up for the previous kiss of sweet soup, and then replied casually: "Really?"
"I really like gardens."
Yuanzi was furious at the time: "Who gave you permission to like me?!"
King Ye thought about it and said that you kissed me first.
Sonoko: ...
Sonoko: ...Is that so?
"That's not right. Why do I remember that you were the one who kissed me first?"
Ma Cang Ye Wang tilted his head and thought for a moment, seemingly accustomed to her tendency to forget her anger when she got stuck in a rut. He confidently explained, "You were the one who initiated the request with your gestures and expressions, staring at me eagerly. I kissed you to satisfy your eager anticipation."
Yuanzi was speechless, and angrily changed her words again: "Before was before, you are not allowed to like me from now on!"
—I’m such a good person, and so many people like me. If I allow you to like me, wouldn’t that put them all on the same level as you?!
King Ye couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Okay, let me know when it's approved."
He naturally held her up and carried her to a chair in the center of the courtyard, letting her bask in the sun.
The boss seems to have always had such a good temper.
Originally, Yuanzi could only feel pain. When people are anxious, they cannot control themselves and will lose their temper. At that time, she felt that it was not easy for the boss to tolerate her. People always know what is right and wrong. Moreover, she claimed that she liked a boss whose values were distorted due to the trauma of his childhood. Although it hurt, most of the time she remembered not to put negative energy on others.
But now things have changed.
If you look closely, Suzuki Sonoko's foresight was all cultivated through her studies. Suddenly, when something like this happened, she became emotionally apathetic and completely disregarded the consequences, entering a state of "What the heck, you're killing me!"
What's more, he was extremely upset that day and basically revealed that he knew he was Asakura Ye Wang. There was no need to hide it anymore, so he acted recklessly without any bottom line, and even stepped on Asakura Ye Wang's lightning to vent the anxiety caused by the pain.
It was lunch time again at noon that day.
Asakura Ye Wang watched her finish her lunch without any trouble from beginning to end, without breaking any plates, dishes or bowls, and he actually felt a little relieved: "Don't you hate me today?"
Yuanzi burped without caring about her image, then rolled her eyes: "Even if I hate you, there's no need to be so hard on me."
——Except for those times when she was in high spirits, she usually only started eating when she was 80% full!
She was now very familiar with saying the word "hate", but Ye Wang didn't take it seriously at all. He even felt strangely funny and touched when she said she hated him with gritted teeth.
Suzuki Sonoko can never learn to hate.
King Makura Ye grabbed a blanket and began to take a nap with the soft girl in his arms. Even though the barrier blocked most of the sun's heat, he still felt very warm.
——Hatred is one of the most extreme emotions. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the beginning of evil thoughts. If she had such selfish thoughts, the dark lines lingering around her would have led her to fall long ago.
But on the 36th day after being contaminated by the miasma crystals, Suzuki Sonoko was still pure.
Ma Cang Ye Wang held her and turned her over, patting the girl's back in amusement, with a look that was hard to tell whether it was pity or mockery: She had shed so many tears in his arms, but she didn't really hate him after all.
How warm is this guy's heart? He can't even learn to hate...
But if she can stay like this, becoming more dazzling day by day, then: "I will always like you."
In his embrace, Yuanzi's cheek touched the soft fabric, her eyes were tightly closed and she rolled her eyes, thinking, "No need, please go away quickly, everything will be fine as long as she doesn't feel any pain!"
——If she wasn't really bored, she would have flipped the basin over Ma Cang Ye Wang's face when washing hands after dinner.
In the afternoon, it was almost time for King Asakura Ye to go out and do his work alone. Because Sonoko had never lost her divinity, he could not take her away from Japan silently. King Ye planned to move the space where the mansion was located. Needless to say, how much work was involved. Before saying goodbye, he naturally raised his hand and made a seal, calling on the paper Shikigami to come and pack the bedding.
Yuanzi huddled in a large chair, his eyes fixed on the piece of paper, and he spoke slowly, "Why didn't you use this before?"
Ye Wang took the time to turn around and answer her, asking, "Which one before?"
Yuanzi ignored him and looked up at the sky again. Because of an invisible barrier blocking the sunlight, it was still bright, but it didn't give much warmth to her body.
"Is it because of this that the Makura family couldn't find us at all, so you gave up your disguise?"
At the same time, in the main hall of the Makura family.
Ma Cang Ye Xian reported to the elders present seriously, saying: "I have found him."
The elder at the top had a fierce look on his face and nodded: "Tell me in detail."
Ye Xian said, "I had a feeling a few days ago that one of my handmade amulets had been damaged by the miasma, but after checking, I found that no customers had been harmed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man sitting in the second seat on the left angrily interrupted him: "It's already this hour, and you're still worried about those mortals?"
"That heretic priest suddenly disappeared with the goddess. My mountain home was originally part of the great barrier... but now he has dug it up and hidden it between this shore and the other shore..."
"If you ask me, this generation of young people are useless. They can't even calculate a coordinate!"
Over there, the aunt who had been afraid of marriage in her early years waved her hand and said soothingly, "Don't worry, at least let the child finish speaking."
The old man asked me how I could not be anxious?
"After this heretic disappeared, his true colors were revealed. Do you know what the exploration team found?"
"All the haunted houses near Dongshan were cleansed by strangers. The miasma in several well-known cemeteries and mass graves in the east was completely dispelled overnight!"
"Anyone with eyes knows that's not purification at all. To completely eliminate that level of miasma, all the priestesses of the three great shrines would have to work non-stop for five and a half years!"
"If it disappears naturally, it will take hundreds or even thousands of years—who do you think took away these filthy things?"
"Do you think that heretic has good intentions in collecting these filthy things?!"
At this point, the short old man in the second position couldn't help but sigh: "Who knows, those things will have to be used on the goddess... She's only been born for a short time, how can she endure such humiliation?"
Seeing that the topic was about to go off track and not believing the situation was that serious, the aunt advised, "That doesn't necessarily have to be used on the goddess."
"To pollute one's body and deliberately cause a god to fall is tantamount to killing a god. Shalva Ganna was born into a family of the Elf King's followers. No matter what, he will always have the minimum reverence for the gods."
The old man who had spoken first snorted coldly and said with a sneer, "You think too simply. The more outstanding and god-like a being is, the more likely they are to rebel!"
“Others don’t understand, so how could you not understand?”
"The lessons of our ancestors are still there!"
Because he mentioned [Ma Cang Ye Wang] without any warning, all the Ma Cangs present were suddenly silent for a while. After the aunt choked for a moment, as if deliberately avoiding something, she opened her mouth to refute: "Who are you calling simple?!"
"I'm afraid you're overthinking it."
Ma Cang Ye Xian interrupted fearlessly.
Given my age and generation, I needed to avoid the topic just now, but that wasn't necessary for the younger generation. I immediately frowned and said, "Little thing, say it again!?"
Ma Cang Ye Xian bowed his head quickly, stood up, and without looking at the aunt's angry face, he pulled out a broken paper fan from his sleeve pocket.
The aunt chuckled: "What, using objects to express your feelings? Are you going to fight to the death with me?"
Ma Cang Ye Xian shook his head and explained, "This is the magic weapon that was broken by the evil king when I was chasing him."
The aunt took it, looked at it, and exclaimed, "Wow, that guy is stronger than expected."
"Your defeat wasn't unfair. After being hit by him, this fan has lost all its spiritual power..."
Ma Cang Ye Xian nodded, acknowledging his elder's assessment. After a pause, he continued, "I was able to get this thing back because the goddess saved me. Your Highness lost his hair for this."
"At that time, the magic weapon was broken into pieces, with only debris left and the runes shattered. I thought the talisman that made the fan pendant was also broken." Ye Xian said in a deep voice, "But after that feeling a few days ago, I carefully investigated and had to come up with a hypothesis.
That is, "The fan pendant was not destroyed in the hands of King Eluo, but accidentally fell into the hands of the goddess when she used it to cut off his hair."
"Wait a minute."
The Great Elder said calmly: "Where is the evidence?"
Ma Cang Ye Xian shook his head and said only: "The sense is ethereal, it must have been blocked by something, which corresponds exactly to the reality that the other party has disappeared, and..."
Aunt: "Tell me quickly, and what happened?"
Ye Xian said, "And the spell disappeared instantly—as if it had been thrown into the center of a miasma formation—that's why I said you were overthinking it."
"If the spell was erased simply because the goddess touched it, then..." His voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he spoke with difficulty, "Then, the collected miasma must have already contaminated the goddess' body."
The room was dead silent, as if the air was frozen.
After a while, the Great Elder raised his hand and overturned the table in front of him, saying in disbelief, "This heretic... does he still want to kill the gods?!"
It was the aunt who calmed down the fastest and made a prompt decision: "We can't cover this up anymore, let's report it to the Divine Palace."
The author has something to say: What day is this?
Today there is still...
King Ye cannot be caught for the time being, but the retribution for his harm to Yuanzi is being prepared for delivery, and it may take five hundred years to take effect. We will see how it goes later.
I've been catching up on a lot of translations lately, and I feel like I've rediscovered my passion for writing Su Wen. If nothing unexpected happens, I might be able to do it again tomorrow...
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