As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

Yiwozuo was in a great mood, looking at the blue Bianhua with such a clear face in the distance, compared with him, it seemed to be swaying in the wind and could be dealt with with a punch, but he walked towards him firmly.

At this moment, Yiwozuo felt a strange retreat in himself.

From the weak to the strong.

As he approached, the voice of the blue Bianhua never stopped. To this person, it doesn't make any difference whether it's a human or a ghost, it's just aimed at that adult.

From the information revealed in his words, Yiwoza can analyze it logically - Komaji, Lianxue, Qingzang.

These names were obviously unfamiliar names, but when they appeared in his ears like this, they were so familiar that it made people want to cry, and he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.

Step by step, the distance between a person and a ghost is constantly shrinking, until it breaks through the social safety distance and reaches a situation where the tips of the noses are almost facing each other.

Those turquoise eyes were astringent, and Yi Wozao could clearly see the water vapor condensing in his eye sockets, and his eyes, which were so empty as if there was no highlight, looked at him without blinking.

This man must have known him, and was very familiar with him.

For no reason, Yi Wozuo moved his fingers slightly, almost couldn't help but went up to help him wipe away the tears that he couldn't shed.

"You...what's your name?"

The cyan Bianhua in front of him didn't answer him directly, but just said that his name was like a passing cloud.

This time it was blue, what was it last time?

But if he really could not care about it, what was the reason for his shocking emotions when he heard those words now?

"Mr. Komaji."

— Mr. Komaji...

The voice of the present is intertwined with the voice of the past, the boy's crisp voice is intertwined with the girl's soft voice, the brain that was once completely destroyed seems to have a hole that has never been repaired, and it is connected to his heart. Together, they cannot be filled anyway.

For a long time, Yiwozuo has been filled with increasingly strong beliefs, deceiving himself and others, and finally one day a tiny hole was punctured.

The inflated filling material wilted along with this tiny hole, followed by an irrepressible larger void.

It was as if nothing could ever fill the void.

Yi Wozuo grabbed Qing's shoulder, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out, but his fingers couldn't press it down forcefully, all the emotions were vented on himself.

"Lianxue...Lianxue——" voluntarily uttering this name, Yi Wozuo felt as if a warm current had injected into his heart, and the hole was covered with a layer of cloth that could block the wind and frost.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be Lianxue covering him up, it should be——

He covered Lianxue or something.

Frowning tightly, Yi Wozuo lowered his head——

Those scattered, glass-shard-like images pierced his brain like needles, and the self-interested instinct of creatures made him frantically want to escape.

——Don't think about it, the ghost blood in the body began to churn, covering something from the brain.

The tattoos on his body were hot, as if he wanted to be alert to something.

At this moment, Qing grabbed his face and lifted it up vigorously—can human beings have such great power, which made Yi Wozuo feel an illusion that he could not resist.

"The one that Master Qingzang took care of, you, the sinner, are you back?"

Those eyes were like swords, piercing straight into his spirit——

As a sinner he...

Is he a sinner?

No, he's a ghost—a ghost!

Strength is justice itself.Words such as sin and sinner have nothing to do with him, because the rules should be written by him...

But why, why did he feel so palpitating.There was even a momentary stagnation of breathing.

The figure in front of him seemed to be projected on the surface of the water, suddenly there were waves, and it became another look.

The white Taoist uniform - two words can be vaguely seen behind him.

Su - Su what?

The man looked back at him, stretched out his hand, his weather-beaten knuckles were full of stories, his mouth with these stubbles opened and closed.

——"Komaji, I've dealt with you as a sinner, it's fine!"

Yiwozuo waved away Qing's hand holding him, stepped back a few steps in a row, and distanced himself from Qing.

"Komaji——no, I'm Yiwoza, I'm—"

Can't believe him, the blue Bianhua and him shouldn't be on the same stand.This guy came out of the Ghost Killing Squad, and he was destined to be their food.

Not even people.

In the end, it was always about killing him.

Just thinking of this, he felt as if his neck was strangled by some force—maybe because he noticed the sharp change in his spirit, the ghost blood in his body suddenly became agitated, and the voice of the ghost king seemed to be in his ears .

——Yiwozuo, don't let me down.

——Let’s become stronger.

—and then it came in handy for me.

——I will never allow betrayal, Yiwozuo!

Those bright red vertical pupils are engraved in his brain, as if staring at him closely all the time.

Two different memories are intertwined - human, ghost, and murderer.Going back to the past, it stirred in the brain like broken glass, turning everything bloody.

Yi Wozuo covered his head and fell to the ground.

Do you want to be loyal to Lord Wu Mi, or to someone else——

Among these options, there are countless possibilities, but he is not loyal to his own thoughts.

The ghost king's curse and Yiwozuo's resistance are combined together, and the memory of more than ten years and the memory of hundreds of years have become incompatible opposing forces.

The memories of when he was obviously a fragile human being bumped against the ghost king's curse and control line again and again, without any intention of retreating.

Cyan light flowed from another person's hand, and gently stroked Yiwozuo's head along the pink hair, like another person's warm hand.

The spiritual power suddenly broke into the third party, and the originally clearly opposed power was mixed together, as if the memory that had been clear for a moment was suddenly messed up.

There is only one picture, under the fireworks in full bloom, a girl is sitting on the lawn with a shy smile, looking back at him.

——"Mr. Komaji."

She held a very beautiful cup in her hand, and the clear water in the cup was filled with a purple liquid that smelled of death.

Don't, don't!

Yiwozuo's pupils constricted, trying to rush up to stop something, then he floated up and down as if he had jumped into the sea, the picture in front of him was washed away, and the ink dripped from the "sea surface" and sank in front of him A new picture was formed—the dry straw was woven into a straw mat, and the girl with her eyes closed was lying on it, wearing the same pink kimono as before, except that the skirt of the kimono was stained with the stain from the cup just now. same liquid.

--sorry Sorry.

——I was not by your side when you needed it most.

——Sorry, I should protect you.

"I'm sorry, Lianxue—it's all me, it's me—" In the confusion, he didn't know what he remembered, so he could only apologize over and over again.

Please forgive him for everything he has done.

Yi Woza buried his head in the pink kimono, he didn't even dare to look up, he didn't dare to look at those eyes that seemed to be able to pierce him.

This time, Ao didn't force him to look up, but stroked his fluffy hair and said softly, "You should be back, Mr. Komaji."

——You should go home, Komaji.

——Go visit your father's grave and tell him about your marriage.

No, he can't go, if he does--

——It’s so pitiful, both father and daughter...

——Sure enough, evil people will bring misfortune to others.

"I, I can't go—I can't leave, I can't go."

Everything in your hands will disappear.

The timeline seemed to have been cut and reshaped in his memory, and at this moment he couldn't even tell the current time.

The cyan, fresh power like morning dew is constantly sorting out the knots in his brain.

"Someone is waiting for you to come back, and there is still time. But if you don't come back, you will repeat the same mistakes."

Repeat mistakes?

He immediately thought of a figure who was thrown to the ground by Mr. Wu Mi, and half of his body was bitten with blood.It seemed to be lifeless like that, and the subtle and ink-like images overlapped.

The feeling of difficulty breathing swept over him again.

No, he couldn't let that happen again.

No matter what, he absolutely cannot let that happen again.

Even if, even if you will betray Lord Wu Mi, even if you want to break away from your current ghost status and face death——

It is absolutely impossible to let such a painful thing happen again!

Yiwoza's eyes cleared up, and the personality named Komaji broke away from the mud of ghost blood. The chaotic memory made him unable to tell what the "painful thing" was, but the thought remained.

Staying in the infinite city is just waiting for the approach of death.

Komaji collected his mood and quickly calmed down.

He will definitely not let Qing die, and he cannot repeat the same mistakes.

This kind of belief allowed him to quickly organize his thoughts - he is definitely not the one who can protect Haoqing.

He had fought bloody battles before, and Hei Si Mou was several times stronger than him, not to mention the one who was further up.

The only one who can keep Qing is the Ghost Killing Squad.

Even if Wu Mi couldn't be killed... Wu Mi, the Ghost Killing Squad had never revealed the location of the headquarters for so many years, and they were pretty good at hiding it.

It doesn't matter anything else, as long as it is guaranteed that Qing can die.

he……

Komaji didn't think about it anymore, it was completely dark, and the movement here was too much just now, such a "betrayal" behavior directly broke through the curse of Onimai Tsuji.

Even if he was immersed in the experiment for a while and didn't notice it, this situation would definitely not last long.

Once discovered, the consequences are self-evident.

to get out of here.

Leaving this infinite city controlled by Muma Onimai Tsuji.

And use the fastest speed to get out of the range that Onimu Tsuji's Wuyou perception can reach, avoid places where Yuhu's power can reach, avoid places where ghosts exist, and use an absolutely concealed route to leave.

He couldn't find the headquarters of the Ghost Killing Squad, but if it was just the House of Wisteria, or a member of the Ghost Killing Squad...

Komaji's 300-plus years were not in vain.

Those forgotten things will one day be picked up again.

Can't rely on others.

"Some things are really meaningful only when you pick them up again."

He will get it back.