People in hell, boss four seasons

Wen Yao waved his hand, and the outflowing spiritual power wrapped around the worn cage, and the golden silk thread wrapped around the broken cage, and the light red marks were quickly repaired.

"However, I'm also very curious about how Nora's Scarlet can display her own strength without relying on the power of the user, even to the extent that she can threaten the gods."

Wen Yao rubbed his chin with a thoughtful look.

Perhaps there was a magical chemical reaction in the handover of countless masters, or some other reason, which caused Fei to even act alone for a long time without being affected by the user.

"Of course, this is not something I need to care about now. The enmity between you and Sakura should be ended by yourselves."

The afterglow of dusk leaned into the living room obliquely, looked out from the window, and the monsters on the street leaned out from the shadows again, and from then on, it was also a carnival of monsters.

Most of them are little monsters, Wen Yao didn't mean to annihilate them all, the situation in Huangquan could not be improved for a day, and it was completely meaningless to clean up the individuals produced by the entanglement of these malice and undead. Yao doesn't really want to do it. If he has the time, it's more meaningful to cook some meals and fill his stomach.

In fact, Wen Yao was indeed cooking.

Aqiu is actually not good at cooking, but Four Seasons and Sakura do not have this skill, so Ahqiu was able to show his talent in cooking, and the actual dishes he made were only edible, far from Not good or better.

There are many more dishes on the table than usual, which is far from enough for four people to eat.

Are there any extra guests today?

Ah Qiu looked at the table full of food, and looked very puzzled.

Finally, the kitchen door was closed, and Wen Yao took the last pot of carefully made fried shrimp and placed it on the edge of the table. This is the exclusive production of Four Seasons.

"Put two more chairs, our dinner party should be much more lively today."

Before the words fell, there were clear footsteps outside the door, and the turning lock key made a "click" sound.

Master Four Seasons is back...

3 Chapter Ninety

An Wu is a disease that can only be contracted when the artifact makes a mistake, disobeys the will of the god, or is injured by a monster. It will be contagious between the god and the artifact, even the most powerful god on the high sky plain, If the chance of treatment is missed and the disease spreads all over the body, it can only go to perish.

Its essence is still resentment and malice, but for the gods, Anwu is in a worse situation than Shihua.

Suspicious of Bishamonten's words, he was swayed by Nora's persuasion...

"Xueyin, you are still at the most complicated and sensitive age of human beings."

The sunset in winter is not dazzling, but it makes people feel warm. When the bell rings after class, the crowds pouring out of the teaching building are frolicking and playing in the wilderness. This is the life that children of this age should have.

In the corner of the school, the young man who had been bullied for a long time had touched the back of the bully at some point. He had a sharp blade in his pocket, and his slightly trembling right hand was tightly clutching the edge of the pocket. He couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger.

The powerful resentment caused a violent change, but obviously, Yato, who was also in this school, had no intention of doing anything at all.

"Many things of human beings need to be dealt with by themselves. The god responding to his expectations does not mean that the gods can solve his demands. If he is willing to cross the line for this and degenerate, then even if I save him this time, at some point in the future, he will still repeat the same mistakes."

In fact, Yato's thinking has never changed. Some people are not worth saving by nature.

"Yato...haven't you thought about explaining clearly to Yukine...about the things that happened to you..."

The girl's vaguely worried eyes lingered around Yato's neck. Recently, Yato covered the back of his neck more and more time, and he could already see black spots spreading to all directions of his body. To the gods, this is a Quite a warning sign.

"Although I'm still not very clear about the remnants of the past, but at least you are not a wicked god of misfortune..."

As for the truth of the so-called cutting off other artifacts, since Zhaoma once hid her, the authenticity of the rumors has been self-defeating. If it goes back to ancient history, such a situation may have existed in Yingzhou during the Warring States Period, but about There are too many lies and cover-ups in Bishamonten's enmity, whether sincere or false. Hiyori hopes that one day, Yato and Bishamonten will sit down and talk about the memories that have been dusted by history.

"It's useless, Hiyori..."

Yato covered half of his face, lying on the bed in the infirmary, showing a painful expression.

"As I said, only one who desires to return to the right path is worthy of being redeemed. This sentence applies not only to humans, but also to artifacts..."

Yato has never regretted this rebellious artifact under his hands, but now, it is the last door he needs to face.

"Try to accept the identity of an artifact instead of staying in the concept of a human being. Once he crosses that line, it means that he will never return to that world."

The reason for the early death of many artifacts is nothing more than this, except for a few deaths caused by "names", most of them are unable to change from human status to artifacts and self-degenerate, and in the end they are just existences like demons.

"Hiyori, don't worry too much about my problem. An Wu's problem is not completely unsolvable. What I'm waiting for here is Xueyin's attitude and the way forward."

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"Eh!"

Izanami looked at Fei who was locked in the corner, and fell into a long silence after being frightened.

"I didn't expect to meet the child's reincarnation here. It should be said or not, this is a very wonderful thing."

God saw Fei's past clearly with just one glance, so she didn't raise any objection to Wen Yao's actions.

"If a child does something wrong, he should be punished. My child will temporarily ask you to discipline him."

Izanami smiled lightly, and gave Fei a hug through the golden silk thread, which made Nora feel very baffled by the woman in front of her.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember it now, this karma that belongs to you always needs to be repaid by yourself."

The life conceived by Izanami may also explain the reason why Fei can make Gao Tianyuan feel jealous with Nora's posture.

"So, do you want me to help you solve the hidden dangers in your body this time?"

Wen Yao took Izanami's pulse, quietly feeling the malice hidden in the depths.

"The restoration of Huangquan requires a lot of my spiritual power, and he may take advantage of it at any time. I need to ensure that there will be no more traces of him in this world."

Izanami somehow felt that the man in front of him had this ability.

"It's a bit troublesome to deal with, but it's not beyond the point where it can't be handled."

Wen Yao felt the faint mist, which is the characteristic of the incarnation of the foreign god, the nameless mist.

"Encountering such a terrifying incarnation of an ancient god, I really should admire your courage and will for you to persevere until now."

Chapter 391 Dispelling the Nameless Mist

"What is rooted in your body is the incarnation of the void god named 'Nameless*'. I have dealt with these incarnations of gods several times, and the final outcome is always the destruction or collapse of the world."

A nameless mist permeating from Izanami's body lingered in Wen Yao's body. They were as light as nothing, but possessed the most terrifying power.

"Forgive me for not being able to disclose the name of that ancient god to the public. This will bring inevitable troubles to this world."

The light gray mist was wiped out by Wen Yao, and Wen Yao began to carefully perceive the position of the incarnation of the nameless mist in Izanami's body.

Even if it is a thin mist, there is always a core point. Most of the ways that the ancient gods influence humans are to implant their own will in the spirit, and use high-dimensional knowledge to deal a near-destructive blow to the undeveloped brain of humans.

Whether they are pagans who believe in evil gods or mad scientists who have become monks halfway, they often see hints of ancient gods in a state without their knowledge, so they step into the abyss step by step.

As for the gods, or the existence of powerful abilities, the price that the ancient gods need to pay to completely control them needs to be even higher.

Including but not limited to the incarnation of infiltrating the opponent's body, or using the created environment to influence the mind of the god for a long time, all of which require them to pay more.

"Of course, once they have achieved their goal, the current Huangquan should be a very good example. Fortunately, you can persist until the time when Hecateia's promise is fulfilled... Tsk, Master Siji, eat slowly, no one will snatch these fried shrimp from you."

Wen Yao rubbed the hairstyle of the four seasons, the hat was put aside, the emerald green hair was corroded by evil thoughts, lost most of its luster, and was much scorched.

Siji raised his head and glared at Wen Yao, then continued to bury his head in eating his exclusive fried shrimp, probably because his mouth was so gluttonous during this time, Siji didn't even have time to talk, he just cared about the delicious food in his mouth.

"Brother Wen, let me tell you, those evil thoughts deposited in Huangquan are really terrifying. Your Miss Xiaoding's boat is no longer usable."

Komachi, who was working hard, had his mouth full, and he still didn't forget to complain about the harsh environment of Huangquan. As the god of death in the right and wrong hall, it was the first time he saw such an exaggerated situation.

"Those monsters are much more terrifying than those evil spirits in our hell, and those ghosts wandering in the chaotic hell will not radiate malice like these monsters."

The essence is a contest between order and chaos, which is very different from the fallen state of Huangquan in this world.

"That's really because I didn't treat guests well. When Huangquan is restored, Miss Komachi may come to see it again."

Izanami's tone was very gentle, and she was not dissatisfied with Komachi's complaints. The current Huangquan is indeed full of devastation. Those large numbers of demons scattered everywhere, as well as the gathering of evil thoughts and filth, even she herself has some physical discomfort.

God is tolerant, Wen Yao deeply thinks so.

"Tsk, shouldn't it be said that the nameless * is very well-planned. The reason why you can't find him by yourself is probably because you can't find the source of the mist in your body."

Obviously, one can feel the spread of malice in the body, but cannot find the beginning of the spread, so the anxiety caused by this is indeed enough to make people feel bad.

"Hiding in the dream, restraining one's own breath, this is almost the blind spot of most people's thinking."

Dreamland is a world of another dimension. It is independent of void and reality, and it is another world that is difficult to fathom.

"However, I happen to have experience in the dream world. This merciful person who has been with me for many years is also a treasure brought out of that dream world. It is also covered with the blood of the incarnation of the ancient god."

The black blade seems to absorb all the light in the world. Ever since it experienced the tempering of the soul world, this strong and sharp knife has become more treacherous. Wen Yao has not used it for a while.

"Things in the dream world naturally need to be shattered from the edge of the dream world. Although the current time is a bit out of date, it is better to cut off contact with such things as soon as possible."

Izanami nodded slightly, closed her eyes, and agreed to Wen Yao's suggestion.

There was no pain, and there was no cold touch. It just felt that I had let go of the constraints of a certain will mentally, and my mind gradually cleared up. The entangled thoughts were gradually liberated, and even the spiritual power that restrained the maliciousness in the body was completely released.

Opening his eyes, he could only see the blade standing in front of his eyes, with black droplets dripping faintly visible on it, which was the link between the ancient god and Izanami, and Wen Yao completely erased the traces in his body.

"Those remnants that are still flowing in your body need to be cleaned up by yourself. In short, the will of that ancient god has not affected you in the slightest. The plan to clean up the Yellow Springs can also be put on the agenda as soon as possible. I think Master Four Seasons should not mind restoring the ecology of the Yellow Springs with you..."

Void

"interesting……"

A voice that humans cannot understand came out of the hollow world, and then fell into silence again.

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Chapter 392 Wen Yao's Personal Opinion

The matter of purifying the underworld needs to be put on the agenda as soon as possible. Four Seasons and Izanami worked hard for half the night before drawing up a rough draft.

The lights in the study room were on for half a night, and when Wen Yao came in with a cup of freshly brewed black tea, there was no sign of Izanami in the room, and he had probably returned to Huangquan to start decorating.

"Huh? It's Yao."

The girl leaning on the chair rubbed the center of her eyebrows, sat up slightly, and took the teacup from Wen Yao logically.

Slightly pursed his mouth, felt the delicate sweetness in it, and put it down gently.

"What did Yao add to it? The black tea seems much better than before."

Four Seasons is not a big fan of drinking tea, but she doesn't have a taboo. Normally, she would never refuse the tea brewed by Wen Yao, but since she came to this world, she spends more time drinking coffee on weekdays.

"It's just a little trick I learned from Ms. Sakuya of the Scarlet Devil House. I put some essence made by the Scarlet Devil House. Speaking of which, it's the first time I used it. Ying Ji's reaction seems to be pretty good?"

Wen Yao raised his eyebrows, and gently closed the door behind, the light from the study would leak into the room where the little girl slept, Aqiu and Xiaoying were sleeping peacefully, Wen Yao had no intention of waking them up.

"But Komachi is unwilling to be lonely and went out for a stroll. Although it is in the name of exterminating demons, it is really a lot of time in this world."

Wen Yao was quite emotional about this, after all, when he came to Gensokyo, he and Siji had caught Komachi more than dozens of times at Mistia's barbecue stand.

"It doesn't matter, Komachi still has a sense of proportion. After all, I brought her here, so I don't need to lecture her too much in this world."

Siji shook his head, stood up, walked to the window, and slowly opened the curtains.

The night was dark, thanks to the two people present, this area has basically been listed as one of the forbidden areas by the monsters in the city, and Wen Yao can only see some harmless monsters in the corners that are difficult to take care of.

"Then, what was Yingji thinking about just now? When you came back today, you seemed to be in a bad mood?"

Wen Yao never refuses his partner's headaches.

"Hey, so Yao already found out in the afternoon?"

Siji looked at his partner in front of him resentfully, and wiped the sweat off his face slightly.

"It's about my soul being exiled to another Gensokyo.

"There was Komachi, Yakumozi, and Yuyuko, but you didn't exist there. In that world, Grandma died in that night-night incident, and Rumia lost her memory afterward and was thrown out by Yakumozi. shrine.

"Reimu took over the position of Hakurei Miko early on, and friends who are familiar with us and brought from other worlds naturally do not exist."

Speaking of another Gensokyo, it is probably because the memory of the soul is too deep. Four Seasons can even explain every minute and every second she spent in the short few days before, looking at Gensokyo that does not match her memory, There was always some kind of unspeakable depression in her heart.

"At first I just thought it was a realistic dream or environment, and I always hoped that I could wake up earlier, but Yan Mo is always very sensitive to substances such as the soul, even if it is almost the same as my body, I still quickly realized that I existed in a real world."

Leaving that world suddenly made Siji feel a little lost.

"So it's this kind of thing that Master Siji is worrying about?"