The Spirit World

Chapter 880 Written before the War (6)
No...

I inexplicably feel that... because the author of "Records of the Spirit World" is still an ignorant 24-year-old unemployed vagrant, he seems too immature.

Hey!
dong dong!

Hey!
dong dong!

Hello! Hello! Hello!!

Boom boom boom!
Strong winds and heavy rains intertwined.

"This guy... where is he going..." Junyi Tachibana glanced into the distance. From her brown eyes, the wind and rain in the school area seemed to be even more fierce.

As a [Yellow], she doesn't need to hold an umbrella, but she still holds a white oil-paper umbrella. She wears a short-slit cheongsam, exposing her calves to the wind, and her hair is blown messily.

She frowned in confusion.

A ray of light that she could see flashed out from the school area. In her eyes, the man named [Thunder Envoy Hu Guang] was holding a female classmate in a blue and white striped school uniform and returning to the sky. Then, in an instant, he was swallowed up by a black hot flame and turned into a crimson vortex. In just such a moment, everything turned into calm.

Apart from the continued wind and thunder, no birds were singing.

"What? Knocking so loudly?"

Gong Xin held his forehead and opened the door.

They haven't seen each other for a long time.

"It's me!" Ju Jun tapped his toes.

Gong Xin, who was standing in the attic and not about to let her in, had his eyelids drooped, like a corpse that was about to die.

She was eager to see how he was doing now.

Which era was he from?

Whose little painter is he?

The mess and unpleasant smell in the room indicated that this guy would die like this on the next Monday.

And today is the weekend.

"What are you doing here..." Gong Xin scratched his messy hair. He yawned suddenly and tears came out of his eyes. He didn't want to tidy himself up, nor did he want to live a decent life. He even gave up on his life as a human being.

"If there is no news about Xinlin, please don't come to me..."

Kyoushin wanted to close the door, but Jun'ichi Tachibana hurriedly grabbed the handle.

The roar of thunder became louder and louder.

"I heard that someone wants to see you..."

Her hand was caught in the door, and he looked at her indifferently, with no intention of letting go.

Perhaps, when the door of the attic is closed again, what will be discovered next is a body that has struggled to death... no, a body that cannot struggle.

"Someone is looking for you! I'm downstairs! I saw her! She really wants to know if it's you who lives here! Let me ask!"

Junichi Tachibana called out as if she was calling a spirit. In front of him, she felt no pain at all. Her petite white hands were deformed by the pressure of the door, but she did not see that he, as a human being, could loosen his grip even a little bit.

Perhaps, only after losing everything, he could feel that his life was meaningless.

how could be……

He was obviously so optimistic and confident before.

"Tell her I'm dead..." Gong Xin closed the door forcefully, not noticing at all... or perhaps, he simply didn't care that Jun'ichi Tachibana's hand had been badly deformed, with blood oozing out from the place where it was caught by the door, and veins bulging.

"If possible, let her die..."

He almost looked down at Junichi Tachibana with a kind of horror that was filled with despair and contempt, as if Junichi Tachibana was no longer his good friend.

"Hey……"

Jun'ichi Tachibana pushed the door open suddenly, and her oil-paper umbrella slowly fell down the stairs.

He no longer cared whether he would hurt other people or not.

He sobbed in agony for countless nights.

Nor can one free oneself from bondage.

"Let me die in peace..."

He pushed the door open and kicked Jun'ichi Tachibana's hand like an angry hooligan.

He didn't care whether he was a gangster or not, and he didn't care about anything, including Jun'ichi Tachibana's injury.

His right hand was pinched and lost consciousness, blood dripped into the violent storm, dyeing the storm into a dazzling gold.

The rain turned into dust, fell on the tall buildings, then disappeared and scattered over the heads of passers-by.

"I can't make the decision..."

Junyi Tachibana took a few steps back, bent down, and picked up the oil-paper umbrella.

It was as if nothing had happened, and she didn't know if he could hear her.

There is a barrier of tens of thousands of miles between us, layer upon layer, and the only communication ends without any comment.

"But... I think she will definitely come up... I don't know what will happen after that."

Junichi Tachibana shook the golden blood off his hand and slowly stood up.

The raindrops hit the umbrella, turning into a tinkling instrument, drop by drop, ding-dong-ding-ding…

She went downstairs slowly, and on the rusty iron stairs, all kinds of rusty dirt seemed to feel all kinds of moist breath, which suddenly hit her face, the freshness of rain and the heat of rust.

what……

Why, the death of a human being...

It's so sad...

Perhaps it was because he knew that he had given up on himself and wanted to die... I suddenly felt that this human was more or less different from any other human I had ever met...

Dirty...

He is so simple...

He said he would die, and he would die...

If not today, then tomorrow.

He is definitely not a man who always says what he means.

He said he would die, and he would die in his room.

Maybe the bed is the grave, the energy-saving lamp is the tombstone, and the hands are the cross, so that the death is both peaceful and serene.

Apart from his body tortured by illness, and apart from the more or less lack of health and happiness, it seemed that he had not had any chance of living his life in vain.

If you are busy all the time, you will have nothing.

This is something that resonates with many people.

Junichi Tachibana was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the woman who had agreed to wait for her on the rusty stairs passing by her.

"He's going to die?"

The woman was wearing a white dress.

It was a high-end brand designed by a British designer. Even though this dress looked ordinary, it was surprisingly expensive.

"What?" Jun'ichi Tachibana noticed her then.

"I said, she's going to die~Girl, why are you..."

Those who come are confident and dignified, without any of the anxiety and fear that those who leave feel.

"What's wrong with me……"

"Why are you so sad?"

The woman took a puff of the cigarette, and that cigarette was destined to be extraordinary. The cigarette between her middle finger and index finger burned aimlessly, carrying the smoke cloud that all cigarettes have, rising slowly, but emitting its own unique fragrance.

It was a very light, very wonderful...touch.

"Could it be that you are still thinking about... something? My treasure named [Third Era·Dustless Realm·Heaven·Junichi Tachibana]~"

The visitor spoke Jun'ichi Tachibana's real name with a hint of sarcasm.

Perhaps it was because Jun'ichi Tachibana's real name was Jun'ichi Tachibana, which surprised Jun'ichi Tachibana himself.

She took a look, and finally took a proper look at the person who came.

The woman in a white dress is wearing a white flower hat with flourishing flowers on it. If you want a hat like this, you must pay more money. The black umbrella she is holding is also tinkling with music. Her dyed golden hair cannot hide her oriental beauty's charm at all. It seems that if she turns around, she will charm everyone.

Her beauty was so natural, and her voice was so steady and reliable. She was not a delicate girl, nor an old woman, but a young woman who looked like an immortal by the water.

Water droplets fell on her umbrella, which remained motionless despite the strong wind.

"what happened?"

She smiled softly and said, "How long has it been? Have you forgotten me?"

"That's right. Three thousand years, for you who have already lived through five eras, perhaps, is still too long..."

"You are..." Jun'ichi Tachibana came back to his senses from his sadness and slowly walked down a step. The rust fell with a creaking sound and was washed away by the rain, disappearing without a trace.

"I wanted to come back and say hello to you all~ But I was too busy before and didn't have the time."

The woman passed the umbrella around Junichi Tachibana. In front of her tall figure, Junichi Tachibana seemed like a child.

Desire seemed to fill her entire body, and her every inch was filled with crystal clear blood and bones of money.

"Let me go see him..." She winked at the stunned Jun and said, "You wouldn't mind, would you? I see, you seem to care about him a lot..."

"If you don't mind, let me enlighten him... Okay?"

"If possible, we will meet again..."

She hadn't told Jun'ichi Tachibana her name yet.

Jun'ichi Tachibana couldn't remember her name for a moment.

But at this moment, the thunder in the sky became more and more violent and broke apart, with lightning and thunder, light and shadow interweaving, and the school area was suddenly surrounded by thunder.

"Ha... I really miss... [Thunder Envoy]... He was one of the divine envoys of Lu Zhongxing."

The woman slowly straightened her umbrella. Rain poured down from above, landing even more heavily in front of Jun'ichi Tachibana.

Junyi Tachibana watched her go upstairs. For a moment, she wanted to call out her name, but then she held it back, and the call turned into an unwilling bubble.

She looked towards the school area, where the thunder was growing more violent, and the rain and wind here seemed to be sucked over, instantly forming a huge vortex.

A dry land tornado is quietly forming. It is not only a vortex of wind and rain, but also a deadly weapon.

Junichi Tachibana looked up and saw the rusty iron stairs leading to the attic, which were stained and dirty. The bloody rust marks were like corpses being dragged, leading to layer after layer of hell.

【Why!! Why!!】

Those cruel, bloody, red eyes were frightened, crazy, and staring at her with the greatest hatred in the world!
【Little Painter...】

She stood in the wind and dust, quietly waiting for the end of the world.

She knew that these eyes and these shrill cries were...

A little painter...

Why……

Why……

Why...why on earth! Why!

[King...what was your purpose in creating us...?

Why...?】

Her king is not high and mighty.

But her king lacked human... no...

The little painter's warmth...

She gritted her teeth.

Everything about [yellow] comes into view and covers the whole body.

[Junyi... Actually, I don't really understand... why humans have emotions...]

Wang's question was like a sharp knife stabbing into her chest.

Since she doesn't understand, she naturally doesn't know.

That's why she shook her head at the distressed king.

[I think... you don't know either... After all, the Third Era has ended... You are free...]

Wang touched her head as if he was caressing his own child.

Maybe she really is the king's child.

So, she could feel the king's tenderness.

A king who is so gentle must understand why humans have emotions...

Maybe it's because...

Because of what...

Because... her dear king still didn't understand... that human emotions didn't need to be sought... didn't need to be explored... didn't need to be searched for...

It is a kind of thing called the heart, which comes from within and becomes a traceless medium of emotion.

Her heart seemed to be beating.

She felt at ease.

She sighed and clenched her teeth.

She is too far away from humans... too close...

She has a huge decision to make...

Let everything go back to the starting point...

Is it good or bad?
No one knows... and no one can decide otherwise...

So be it……

She thought about it and stepped onto the rusty stairs again.

So be it!

For that beating heart...

So be it!

For! The inexplicable deep affection in my heart...

Maybe she doesn't understand yet, but she will understand in the future...

It doesn't matter at all. What matters is that her heart is beating, and she can have everything...

[I…want…to die…]

She heard her dear king say this to another king.

[I don’t think a long life has any value. If I lose it, I don’t need to care…]

She saw the other black king's shocked eyes and uncontrollable anger!
[My sheep! That goddess! She is definitely not worth all your efforts! Everything is a trick of Lu Zhong! Don’t fall for it!]

The black king shakes the white king.

The white king shook his head and sighed.

[Shadow... you don't have any feelings yet... you won't understand...]

[I understand! Of course I understand! This guy Lu Zhongxing! He just covets our divine power! He wants to dominate the Heavenly Palace! He wants to become the master of the Sixth Era! He! Is really! Arrogant! Stupid! ]

The black king slammed the table angrily.

He was obviously very angry, but he sighed helplessly.

He seemed to know that there was nothing he could do to stop his dear sheep.

That day will eventually come...

He should……

Well prepared...

She walked through the magnificent palace. This palace had been buried underground and could no longer return to the human world, but she had once witnessed its glory.

The temple that thousands of people came to worship eventually became a worthless ruin.

It only takes a few short years.

In between, there is killing and eternity.

(End of this chapter)