East Ying Weird Creation

Chapter 572 The Real Witch and the Real Little Hole

The first ray of light at dawn broke through the dark clouds, and the entire apartment building burped collectively.

When the morning mist tore open the sky, half a piece of the remains of a celadon bowl lay in the palms of Gu Xing and Wu Crow.

All the cracked lines of Nara Apartment have entered a dormant state, and the fang-like window frames have shrunk into the gentle arc of a rose vine.

Deep in the water tank on the top floor where no one could see, the black mist of Kumada Nobuhiko was chewing on a certain red eye, transforming the smell of blood into rain clouds with a fresh fragrance, gently covering the stairs where Kita Eijiro disappeared.

Gu Xing was lying on his back in the ruins, with a half-broken fork made of black mist stuck between his ribs.

Only a little silver light remained on the crow's wing tip of the tattoo, and it was now pecking at Gu Xing's chest to follow the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Your lungs,"

The crow bit the bandage with its teeth,

"It looks like it's about to break."

Her fingers brushed across Gu Xing's chest, and the wound healed rapidly.

The crow's boot heel crushed a red eye that tried to peek.

The sound of her eyeball exploding reminded her of the moment several years ago in the observation room of the Weird Investigation Division in Lidu when the loan shark Yoshino was crushed to pieces by a wood chipper.

The moment the two looked at each other, the chandelier in the corridor returned to its normal state and swayed gently. Kumada Nobuhiko's laughter fell along with the dust on the chandelier.

The afterimage of Kita Eijiro's taxi flickered in the moonlight.

The sunny doll hanging on the rearview mirror turned its head to reveal a photo of Yousuke making a face.

The night wind blew up the broken pieces of porcelain bowl, and all the windows could hear the tinkling sound of coins falling into the wishing well.

The crow's tattoo gathered its remaining feathers, weaving the last ray of silver light into the crack of Gu Xing's collarbone.

The wounds gnawed by the rules grew translucent new bones, emitting the bright blue color of the early spring river ice that was about to melt.

She moved her fingers, and the red pupil fragments remaining on her fingertips turned into fine snow, which became soft cotton wool when it fell on Gu Xing's eyelashes.

"Your healing speed,"

Gu Xing used the new cartilage to rub the scabby bite marks on Crow's palm.

"It seems to be even faster than the speed at which Nobuhiko Kumada devours the brain." As he spoke, the red eye crystal behind his ear that had not been wiped clean was fading into a light cherry color.

Tiny water droplets emerged between the faded mildew spots in the corridor, refracting the remaining red-eye peeping rules into phantoms.

At this time, Crow pulled Gu Xing's collar and moved closer.

When their noses touched, the shadows shattered in the remaining purifying lines on her irises.

In a slice of morning light that had not been swallowed, there was a residual image of Crow hooking his sleeve with his bloody little finger when they had fought back to back.

Tiny ripples appeared in the water tank on the rooftop, and the smile on Kita Yosuke's face as he leaned against the car window faded away with the waves.

The morning breeze blew through the dilapidated apartment, and the last few red-eyed ashes swirled around the window frames.

In the distance there was the throbbing of a taxi engine.

All the broken pieces of window glass trembled at the same time, obliterating the bloody rules and reflecting the most peaceful morning in countless parallel time and space that fell on their shoulders.

Crow turned around, and the tattered hem of his clothes brushed across Gu Xing's new collarbone.

"It's time to go see what a mess this city has become."

The crow tossed a coin and walked towards the stairs.

At an angle that she couldn't see, Gu Xing picked out the wedding ring he and Makoto Tozawa wore in his previous life's dream from his left eye socket.

Wedding ring in the palm of your hand.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, a breeze blew by, and the wedding ring broke into small pieces and was blown away by the wind.

"Hello, Gu Xingjun,"

At this moment, Crow, who was about to reach the stairs, suddenly turned around and stared at him. "Tell me, among us - Shengzi, Chiyo, Hongshan, Satomi, and me, who is the real head-pulling witch?"

Gu Xing also stared at her, and several girls' clear faces flashed through his mind, but he was thinking about another question -

Yes, who is the real little hole?

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