Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Mica whimpered softly at her feet, her wet nose twitching constantly, trying to catch any trace of survivors in the turbid air.

"Douya, come and smell it too."

Cui Zi grabbed the Q-version Dou Ya from her waist.

The Q version of Inu Taisho glared at Tsuiko unhappily and pointed at the golden seal on her mouth.

He crossed his arms over his chest again, his ears pricked up in anger, and turned his head away, ignoring her.

"what!"

Cui Zi suddenly realized what was going on, and a blush of embarrassment appeared on her face, which had just been like a murderous god.

"Red Bean Paste Smith Marseille, I forgot to unblock you!"

She formed seals in a hurry, and her fingertips glowed and touched the sealing spell on Douya.

With a soft "pop" sound, the moment the seal was lifted -

"Stupid miko! I'm the Western Dog General! Not some stupid cat at your feet!"

Douya immediately became furious. The fierce and ferocious voice he made after becoming smaller formed a sharp contrast with his majestic lines.

Mica was so angry that he arched his back, the hair on his tail stood up, and he made a threatening "meow" sound.

Seeing this, Cuizi raised her long eyebrows slightly, pinched the skin on the back of Douya's neck with two fingers and shook it gently, "Hmm?"

Facing a situation that outstripped him, Douya struggled futilely with his two short legs in the air, but still turned his face away stubbornly, "Humph! You don't take me seriously at all!"

"Holding it in your hand when you need it, and hanging it around your waist when you don't need it, that's too much!"

"But you were the one who took the initiative to hang it around my waist in the first place."

Cuizi sighed helplessly and gently poked his puffed cheeks with her fingertips.

"That...that's because..."

The Q-version Douya's ears perked up, and his voice became a little softer, "I also want to hang it closer to the heartbeat... You will definitely not agree..."

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously drifted to the slender jade neck of the shrine maiden, and the graceful curves wrapped in the shrine maiden's clothes.

When Cui Zi noticed the other person's gaze, her fair cheeks instantly turned red and she hurriedly straightened her clothes.

Her black hair slid down her shoulders with her hurried movements, swaying gently in the night breeze, making the faintly visible skin even more seductive.

"You guy, stop thinking about dirty things all day long, it's time to get down to business!"

Douya looked away regretfully and spread his hands, "But Jiuzhou is too far away from the Western Kingdom. Whether it's vampires or humans, they have nothing to do with the dog tribe."

Seeing his indifferent and nonchalant look, Cuizi's eyes darkened and she said angrily, "To build a harmonious society between humans and monsters, do we need to distinguish between different countries and races?"

"Then I'll go alone. As a miko, I'm prepared to make sacrifices."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Douya's eyes widened and he said hurriedly, "I didn't refuse. I just wanted to satisfy my craving for you and asked you to beg me."

"What bad luck! Cuizi doesn't understand my heart at all." Under the angry and amused gaze of the witch, Douya said sullenly, "Isn't it enough for me to help you?"

However, Douya, who was a little annoyed and felt a little unhappy about being bullied, pounced on Cui Zi's smiling face.

He said angrily, "You can never joke about your life!"

Douya's dissatisfaction also made the witch realize that she had said the wrong thing.

She grabbed Douya's face and tried to make amends.

"After we kill these unscrupulous vampires and rescue the civilians of Kyushu... I... I will agree to one of your requests."

"That's what you said."

Douya's expression changed instantly, and he nimbly did a backflip to break free from Cuizi's palm, floating lightly in the air.

Cui Zi was stunned for a moment, then realized that the other party was acting again, and her eyes immediately became dangerous.

Douya quickly put away his smug expression, and the soft glow unique to Tianshengya began to flow around his body.

The warm light was as pure as moonlight, and gradually formed a halo around the doll's small body.

"Come with me."

The castle is not very large, and after being baptized by Cui Zi's demon-breaking power, all evil things were purified.

But the lingering human scent in the air became increasingly apparent—a mixture of fear and despair.

Every step Cui Zi took was on sticky bloodstains, and the soles of her boots made an uncomfortable sticky sound when they separated from the stone floor.

The candlesticks on both sides of the corridor had long been extinguished. Only Mica, walking in front, used the flame of her cat's tail to illuminate the shocking scratches on the wall.

Each knuckle was deeply embedded in the wall, and five bloody marks ended with flesh peeling off during the struggle, as if recording the victim's final struggle as he was dragged.

Broken chains and blood-stained silk were scattered throughout the magnificent hall.

The crystal chandelier reflected mottled blood light, shrouding the entire room in a morbid beauty.

Every trace of pleasure is saturated with twisted desire—delicate torture instruments are placed on silver plates, and candlesticks are wrapped with barbed wire.

The sweet incense lingering in the air could not cover up the smell of blood that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

“Even the air is crying.”

Douya spoke indifferently.

His demonic power sensed more things—the shriveled corpse of a baby was stuffed in the ceiling cavity, and blood plasma that could never be wiped away oozed from the gaps between the floor tiles.

Even the seemingly gorgeous mural frames are made of human finger bones.

"These beasts..."

Cui Zi laughed in anger, her knuckles made a crisp sound as she couldn't bear the weight, and the hilt of Cang Long Yin's sword vibrated and throbbed from being gripped.

The moonlight filtered through the broken stained glass window, stretching her shadow into a streak of thunder about to erupt.

In the corner, several inhuman bodies were curled up like broken dolls.

Their pupils were dilated, but they were still twitching instinctively - that was no longer a normal human movement, more like a puppet with its strings broken making its final spasm.

The most horrifying thing is that the corner of one of the people's mouth was cut by a sharp blade to the base of his ear, solidified into an eternal "smile".

Another's limbs were broken in reverse, twisting like a spider.

There was also a girl whose body was covered with hymns. When you peeled off the skin under the blood scabs, you could see that the poems were branded in one stroke at a time with a red-hot hairpin.

Douya flew to the girl's side and gently pressed his hand on her forehead.

Tianshengya's healing power flowed, but it could only stop the body from twitching.

He saw countless fragments of memory surging in his collapsing soul.

The struggle to grab the fallen holy emblem while being pressed on the altar, and the laughter of the vampire nobles while holding up the silver cup to catch the blood.

In the final moments, the girl stared at the mural of "Annunciation" on the ceiling and the crooked cross carved on the stone slab with her fingernails.

"The broken soul was trapped in the body and made into an eternal curse tool."

Douya said in a low voice.

Cui Zi paused, then slowly knelt on the ground, her white witch costume spread out in a pool of blood.

His fingertips trembled lightly as they brushed against the girl's hair, which was as dry as dead grass.

The girl's empty eyes reflected the mural on the ceiling that praised heaven, and the frozen smile at the corner of her mouth was like a wound that would never heal.

"Sometimes..." The witch's voice was as light as a sigh, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds. "Death is the greatest mercy."

The Canglongyin emitted a cold light, and the purifying power flowing from the sword's edge condensed into a crescent-shaped arc of light above the girl's neck.

Just as Cui Zi was about to let it leave without pain, Dou Ya blocked the sword, and the hair on his body stood up due to the sword energy.

"I'm talking about you..."

He floated in front of Cuizi and held the witch's sword-holding hand. "Before you do something like this... that will make you hide in your bed and secretly wipe away your tears in the middle of the night..."

Douya raised his head, looked directly into the miko's red eyes, and sighed, "At least ask for my opinion first."

"After all... my designated priestess is crying her heart out, so no matter how you look at it, it's my fault for not doing a good enough job!"

"Who, who is your miko?"

Cui Zi turned her face away suddenly, but she couldn't hide the red tips of her ears showing through her hair.

She glared at Douya in a feigned ferocity, but her wet eyelashes and slightly trembling voice made the scolding seem powerless.

Douya's tail immediately curled up, "Of course it's you~"

He floated to the same height as Cuizi's eyes, crossed his hands at his waist, and announced confidently.

"Besides you, which other witch would I go through so much trouble to follow?"

Cui Zi reached out to grab Dou Ya in embarrassment, but he dodged her nimbly.

It flew around her and finally landed steadily on her shoulder, not forgetting to rub her cheek with its fluffy tail.

"Stupid dog..." Cuizi muttered softly, but ultimately didn't refute. With a soft sound, Canglongyin obediently returned to its scabbard.

"Do you have any good ideas?"

"These people are indeed miserable, but there are ways to make them stand in the sun again."

Douya said this while wagging his tail happily—

Anyway, they both knew very well whether she was his witch or not.

Upon hearing that these innocent people could be saved, Cui Zi hurriedly asked, Dou Ya sorted out his words and his voice became serious for once.

"Their consciousness is shattered, their personalities have collapsed. Simply healing their bodies will only create empty shells."

“So, not only to heal their bodies, but also to mend their souls.”

Cui Zi opened her eyes slightly.

"You can do it?"

Douya raised his chin proudly. "I can even rip the underworld apart, so mending souls is no problem for me. But..."

He blinked and gave a sly smile, "After this is done, you have to promise me—"

"Don't ever say such silly words as 'sacrifice' again."