I, the lord of ghost stories

In the eyes of everyone, the petite girl walked quietly as if she had leaked from the darkness that surrounded her.

The black long-sleeved kimono on her body was covered with chrysanthemum patterns, and her gorgeous black hair, which was as shiny and soft as satin, was gently draped behind her back, setting off her fair side face looking down at the man.

"...a pathetic shadow of a lost mind."

The girl who was as beautiful as a doll spoke in a voice as soft as a dream.

"A soul full of karma..."

The girl whispered softly, with a different kind of charm, so that the strange vision of the twilight kingdom appeared in front of the surrounding ministers.

Perhaps, this is not an illusion.

"Hell girl!"

The minister had obviously heard of her reputation.

Although it is not on any divine spectrum, the reputation of this Yan Mo can be widely spread before the Azuchi Momoyama era.

A large number of literary works and famous people have mentioned her.

Her beauty, her mystery, and her duty to send mankind to hell...

"Does Hell Maiden take sinners to hell?"

Such guesses flashed through the minister's mind.

"But, why not go to Huangquan?"

The orthodox underworld of Dongpu is naturally Huangquan, and the hell girl... From her surname Yan Mo, one can tell that it was the evolution of Buddhism when it was introduced to Dongpu and then localized.

In other words, she is biased towards Buddhist culture, but also a localized wild god.

Not in the Buddhist sequence, nor in the native gods.

Similar to the wild gods who are very well-known among the people and known in almost most areas, but have not been officially recognized.

Probably that kind of existence... Although she is far more famous than ordinary wild gods.

The hell she is in is naturally not in Huangquan...

Just, appearing on this occasion...

"Could it be that Gao Tianyuan also acquiesced in her existence?"

If not, it cannot be explained.

The minister thought so in his heart.

Think again, this hell girl drags hundreds of people to hell in Dongpu every year, and brands the same number of people in hell...

These are all believers of the gods in various regions, and they are the precious wealth of God!

Once or twice is enough, at least tens of thousands of people have been taken away in a hundred years.

Even though they were scattered throughout the territory of Japan, the gods tolerated them.

Hell Girl has no intention of expanding business

It can be seen that there must be a tacit understanding between the hell girl and the gods.

"Has the hell behind her been acquiesced?"

The black kimono was shaking, and the girl took a step closer to the man without making a sound.

No emotion could be read on her beautiful face, as if her big eyes were stained with blood, quietly watching this wailing man walking towards the end of his life.

Then sweet and soft words came out of her lips:

──Do you want to die once?

The slender and beautiful white arms protruded from the sleeves of Chang Ruzumi, and the bell rang around.

Numerous and complicated illusions of petals fluttered along with the pitch-black reverse butterfly.

The cold darkness covering the surroundings gradually accumulated and precipitated, slowly swallowing Mizuguro Kazuya and his piercing screams.

Kazuya Mizuguro, who seemed to be bound by invisible tentacles, desperately turned his head to escape from the darkness, stared at the direction of the minister with wide eyes.

He seemed to feel a great terror beyond human imagination, and he opened his mouth and screamed in extreme horror.

However, no sound came out.

No one heard his screams as he was swallowed by darkness.

The darkness that swallowed him swirls quietly, and then gradually condenses and shrinks.

The streets were empty, and Ai, who was wearing a black long-sleeved kimono, disappeared, as did the old man who seemed to have entered the Tao.

The dark clouds slowly dissipated, and the sky above completely returned to the cold night sky.

"That was the feeling of a little hell just now!"

The old man from Sifengyuan's family stood among a group of gray-haired old men onmyoji, sighing.

"Compared to the strength recorded in ancient books, today's Little Hell seems to be much stronger!"

"This is a mythological hell formed after the localization of Buddhist mythology. Since the period of that song, this Miss Yan Mo has been exiling sinners. It seems that she is about to become a regular?"

"I just don't know, will she choose Buddhism or Shintoism in the end?"

"No matter which side it is, at least he can be awarded the godhead equivalent to the fifth one, right?"

"Difficult, difficult! It is difficult to find a suitable position for her!"

"The surname Yan Mo has a special meaning..."

Yan Mo, a synonym for Yan Luo, has an extraordinary meaning.

"Besides, how many wild gods sought to join Gao Tianyuan within a thousand years, and how many succeeded? Gao Tianyuan has always been very strict, and Yuzao Yuqian has not been able to join so far!"

"I think this Miss Yan Mo probably stopped here, just like other localized gods, isn't cat temple popular recently?"

"Not necessarily, other folk gods, there is no small hell behind them.

No matter how small it is, it is still the hell born in Japan itself. "

"Miss Yan Mo has a great chance of being recognized."

While these old people were chatting, they obviously knew the existence of hell very well, and they were even familiar with the existence of Miss Yan Mo.

Obviously, in the past activities, this beautiful young lady had left a deep impression on them.

City lights reflected into the sky, blocking out the starlight.

……

Shui Heihe also woke up from deep sleepiness.

He found himself shrouded in black air and tied to the boat.

As far as the eye can see, it is covered with thick and dark gray, which is a desolate scene.

It wasn't until he noticed faint spots of light flowing slowly everywhere that he realized that beside him was a dark surface of water as thick as grease.

In the faint darkness, there are dim light with various colors.

Those are small lanterns painted in various colors, and the lanterns give off a faint and mournful halo, floating on the bottomless dark water.

The small boat moved forward slowly with a slight sway, and the water surface only quietly reflected the surrounding darkness, without any ripples in it.

The girl in a black long-sleeved kimono stood at the stern of the boat silently paddling the boat and looked at him.

The pattern on the swaying sleeves is still soft and pleasant in the dark.

In front of the boat that was supported by hands──on the surface of the water in the distance, there stood the black shadow of a huge torii gate.

Looking at this terrifying and beautiful scene, he shed tears silently.

As a native of Japan, he naturally recognized Torii.

The gate-shaped building with crossbars on the top of two large pillars symbolizes the boundary between the realm of ghosts and gods and the human world.

Across there is hell.

No attempt to escape, let alone other actions.

This man seemed to have passed his whole life overnight, lying on his back on the boat.

Under the boat, dozens of dead bones crawled up ferociously, stretched out pale bone hands, and grabbed his body.

"It's Yutai, Dadi, Xiaosanlun..."

Enduring the bursts of tearing pain, a relieved smile finally appeared on his weak and pale face.

For some reason, he couldn't tell who it was just from the bones, but at this moment, he seemed to be in a state of half-life and half-death, and he could feel a familiar aura.

One, two, three... are all people who were familiar with him...

"It's not me, you wouldn't be here."

"I'm sorry for you..."

Gradually, feeling the gradual loss of the sense of existence seems to be the weakening of the soul, and the vision becomes blurred.

He looked at the gray above the sky, and his breath was already weakened.

"Didn't the pure name go to hell... that's great..."

It seemed as if I heard a small voice in my ear──

"This sin will go to hell..."

A series of bells rang softly.

……

Under the caress of the invisible palm of the breeze, the Bianhua flowers blooming chaotically are stirring like living things.

A piece of falling petals ripples on the surface of the water.

A red dot flowing down the river lightly touches the back of Ai who is wearing a shirt and soaked in the water, causing small water waves to float away slowly.

The clear flowing water reflecting the evening sky is as cold as ice, covering the body of love.

Ai, who soaked her black hair in the water and embraced her slender body, quietly closed her eyes.The light fabric of the shirt, as well as the skin exposed from the shirt, were dyed the color of dusk by the melting sunset.

Tiny drops of water fell from her drooping eyelashes.

When she finished purging and returned home, everything was ready.

Holding the cloth belt between her teeth, she put the sleeves of her long shirt on her cold body.

The touch of smooth silk cloth on the skin seems to be still embraced by the coldness of running water.

Long-sleeved kimonos brushed against the tatami mats, rustling from friction.

The chrysanthemum pattern on the kimono is bright in the evening, embellishing the black silk colorfully.

Ai's white elbows were faintly exposed from the cuffs, and her long black hair was pushed back.

She has been isolated from the season of transmutation, and an unknown number of years have passed.

Just like a pebble that cannot be carried by a clear stream is left at the bottom of the water, human beings also exclude love and live their lives in a hurry.

Hatred, envy, jealousy, attachment—she can only wait and see the countless emotions entangled in people's hearts, as well as the ending people get according to their choices, and live forever.

"……Love."

The grandmother's voice urged her softly.

Her closed eyes slowly opened with a bright red color like blood.

A lonely soul begging for redemption is crying out for love.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

This matter seems to have settled down, but its impact is still spreading.

Yan Moai's name once again aroused a little heat.

Witnessing such a wild god, active between this world and hell, is very shocking to many people... After all, there are not many who are qualified to see the god descend.

Whether it is the God of Tianjin or the God of Guojin, they are often only active in their own shrines, and rarely appear directly in front of outsiders.