【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

In the end, the girl did not force the wanderer to tell her the location of his "cocoon".

She was not good at this, and she was willing to trust the ability and judgment of the wanderer——

Anyway, now that he has discovered it, he will not let the "cocoon" affect more people, and she will be able to find the "cocoon" sooner or later with her intuition. This is really not a very urgent matter, and there is no need for her to use threats or inducements to create estrangement between the two of them.

But inevitably, even after the girl was discharged from the hospital, the wanderer had to find a way to avoid the girl in order to investigate the situation of "Cocoon", and the girl acquiesced to this.

After all, it is really impossible to catch up with a person who can fly.

“…So clean?”

The wanderer frowned, squatted on one knee, reached out and touched the already gray and decayed land, and looked up to see a huge, thick cocoon shell that had lost all its luster. The previous mess flashed through his mind, making the current vacant land seem frighteningly desolate.

It was as if the land had eaten up all those sticky, squirming things.

Or it's like picking up the accumulated things and gathering them together for yourself.

Compared with this conjecture, the former is obviously more acceptable.

Well, a little bit.

At this moment, the wanderer inexplicably thought of that face, which was exactly the same as the girl's, but lifeless and pale. The wanderer felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, and he stood up with some disgust and approached the empty shell of the cocoon.

When the soul leaves, the body, no matter how prominent it was in the past, becomes a useless cocoon.

The wanderer touched the dry uneven surface - even though he didn't know much about it, he was basically sure that the thing in front of him could no longer pose any danger.

But he doesn't think the crisis is over - anyone with a brain would think so.

"You, know this?"

The voice was cold and the pauses were a little strange, as if he was not very experienced in speaking. The strangest thing was -

A vortex of wind gathered in the wanderer's palm in an instant, and he twisted it and struck out.

There were no footsteps, even the sound of breathing was very light.

Absolutely - not human!

"Hit me, why?"

Her nimble figure dodged the sound, her black hair flying in the turbulence, making it impossible to see her face for a moment.

"Oh, you hid pretty quickly."

It was strange, how could those strange voices in his mind, which had long subsided and become silent, become so rampant the moment he saw this person - or rather, the moment he sensed this person, that they bypassed his brain and controlled his murderous intent?

"……partly cloudy."

"Know!"

What...!? There's someone else...!

The wanderer subconsciously turned around and raised his hands to block, but what he didn't expect was that what attacked him were countless soft, flowing, yet inescapable "accumulations", which gathered together and wrapped around his ankles and arms, like extremely gentle, yet inescapable shackles.

So noisy... so noisy...!

The noise almost ate away his brain.

"Eat it."

what?

Before he could react, something dry and tasteless was stuffed into his mouth. As he swallowed subconsciously, the chaos in his mind seemed to be cleared away by a hand and gradually became clearer.

"..."

"Sister, wake up."

"Ah."

The wanderer stared at the two people in front of him, one tall and one short.

A woman with black hair and black eyes, and a child with spontaneously white eyes.

For some reason - there was clearly no similarity in appearance - the wanderer thought of the girl at that moment.

"You know cocoon."

The black-haired woman stroked her chin:

"Are you her new man?"

“…It’s you.”

"I read about you in her memories."

"memory?"

The wanderer nodded:

"memory."

……

The wanderer flexed his newly freed wrist and looked at the two people in front of him:

"It seems that, at least on this matter, we share the same view."

Yes, common view -

Hide it from her.

After all, everyone present knew more or less that the girl had almost committed suicide, and no one dared to take the risk.

"You stop her, and we'll take care of the rest."

"You guys?" The wanderer crossed his arms. "As far as I know, she won't let you deal with these things alone... Do you have a solution?"

Duoyun seemed to want to say something, but before speaking, he subconsciously glanced at "death", and was stopped by a look, so he just nodded.

Such an obvious action - in fact, it was not "small" at all - was fully seen by the wanderer, and it was obviously not a very confident action.

but……

This is not his concern for the time being.

"If you need help, come to me."

The homeless man crossed his arms, looking polite yet distant, and his seemingly polite words were actually quite serious:

"It's best not to cause any trouble...she'll find out."

In fact, even if there were no unexpected complications, this matter would not have been hidden from the girl for too long.

There was no way. She was too sensitive to anything related to the earth veins - the earth veins were too dependent on her. It was a mysterious bond that was invisible and could not be severed.

"I haven't seen you for a while...are you acting weird?"

The girl sat beside the huge cocoon shell. The dry, purple shell weathered into powder and fell at her feet, cushioning the soles of her feet. When she put force with her feet, she had the illusion that she was stepping on the edge of the Inazuma coast, a beach that was completely warmed by the sun and had distinct grains of sand.

In front of her, there was a row of people standing neatly, from tall to short.

The most well-behaved one was Duoyun. He folded his hands in front of him, tugged at the corner of his clothes anxiously, and occasionally glanced at the girl's expression, then lowered his head again.

Next to the cloudy is "death". She stood tall and straight next to the cloudy. After not seeing her for many days, she looked like a guardian, but she couldn't look directly at the girl. Her eyes turned to one side, and she looked obviously guilty.

Next to him was the wanderer, his hat brim pulled down deliberately, his hands folded across his chest, his head turned to look to the other side, standing sideways awkwardly, as if he had just had an argument with "death". The backs of their heads were facing each other, and they were making a fuss in front of the girl with the smallest movements.

Next to her was Jiu Qi Shinobu who was helplessly holding her forehead. She must have been really upset. She took off her mask, pinched the fingers on her waist, sighed, and was probably teaching a big Ito who was slacking off next to her: "Boss, I told you a long time ago that this is not okay..."

The girl's eyes swept across the row of people in front of her, then she turned her head and looked at the two siblings of the Kamisato family standing beside her.

Ayato was still drinking milk tea with his eyes bent. When he saw the girl looking at him, he tilted his head:

"Do you want to drink too?"

The girl didn't answer, but Ayato already understood her thoughts:

"I just knew about it but didn't report it. Miss should be lenient with me."

"I can't help it. That thing is too similar to Miss Suiqiong..."

A gleam of light flashed in those fox eyes that were as bright as flowing water:

"But I dare not offend easily."