186's leg-cutting routine [comprehensive]

"Let's talk in the store." The woman smiled and pulled Qiu Ji into a nearby store.

In the room on the top floor, the woman was leaning on the hand pillow and holding a cigarette, her clothes were half undressed, Qingming beside Qiu Ji was blushing and lowered her head, talking about her coming to find her.

The room is luxuriously furnished, even the pattern on the lattice door is carefully knocked out with gold and silver foil paper.

Qiu Ji didn't change his face, but he also looked at the woman in front of him. In the Heian capital era, although it was said that night raids were common, the dress was relatively conservative. It was so obvious... it was the first one.

"So that's it. I'm here to ask Abe-sama and Asakura-sama who came here before." The woman took a puff of cigarette and said slowly, while pulling her clothes intentionally or unintentionally with her hands. "Speaking of which, we are still worried."

"Huh?" Qingming raised his head when he heard this, and then quickly lowered his head when he thought of something.

"The day of sacrifice is here again, and we have to hand over two girls." The woman stretched out her hand and raised two fingers. Dajiangshan..."

"If there is still a request for a sacrifice this time... let's go." Qiu Ji thought for a while and looked at Qingming who was beside her, "Can the two of us do it?"

"Of course." Qingming nodded, indicating that he has no problem.

"Okay, but just in case, let's do your makeup first."

"Make up?" Qiuji and Qingming glanced at each other, not quite understanding.

"All the girls leave as brides." The woman sitting on the main seat said something casually.

"..."

How could this Shuten-doji have so many things to do after eating a little girl.

That night, Qiuji and Qingming changed into the so-called bride Bai Wugou, and they sat in two different ox carts. After the two ox carts were sent out of the city, the workers who escorted the ox carts immediately left behind. The car ran back by itself.

The pale moon hung in the sky, and the snow reflected the moonlight, but it didn't feel too dim.

Qiu Ji looked worriedly at the bullock cart behind her. After all, it was winter night, and although she was wearing thick clothes, but...

Is that kid all right?

Although he is said to be the future Seimei, he is still a child right now.

However, at this moment, the ox cart moved.

The speed of the bullock cart will not be fast, but Qiu Ji watched the nearby scenery receding rapidly, even the fast Qiu Ji could only stick to the back of the bullock cart to maintain balance.

It seems to be going up the mountain.

Suddenly, the ox cart stopped, and Qiu Ji was almost thrown out of the cart due to inertia.

At this time, a hand stretched out from the left hand side of the curtain, Qiu Ji put it on it, and opened the curtain to see what it looked like at this time.

It was King Ma Cang Ye, he seemed very helpless holding Qiu Ji's hand.

"What are you doing?"

"You haven't come back for a week, I thought something happened to you." Qiu Ji was led out of the bullock cart by Ma Cang Ye Wang.

"What kind of dress are you wearing?" Ma Cang Ye Wang raised his eyebrows looking at Qiu Ji who was wearing white Wugou, and helped Qiu Ji brush the white gauze that he was wearing with a fan.

"Didn't you wear it?" Qiu Ji raised his head in astonishment, "Didn't you say that sacrifices must wear bridal attire?"

"Who told you?" Ma Cangye Wang patted Qiu Ji's head with his fan angrily.

When Qiu Ji recalled that woman before, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

"Well, Master Ma Cang, where is my... father?" Qingming also got off the bullock cart, and came to the side of King Ma Cang Ye in no time.

"It's all right, he's returned to court." King Ma Cang Ye smiled while holding Qiu Ji's hand, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"No, it's fine." Qingming also wore the same clothes as Qiuji and shook her head, "Well, Lord Ma Cang, may I ask what happened this time..."

"It's been resolved." King Ma Cang Ye looked at Qiu Ji who was thinking about strange women beside him, "Let's go back now."

"Then, Shuten-douji..." Seimei seemed about to say something.

"It wasn't Shuten-douji who did it." Asakang Ye Wang shook his head, he noticed that Qiu Ji hadn't been listening to him.But it doesn't matter, after all, they came here because they were worried.

He probably also knew why Qiu Ji dressed like this.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the nearby woods, and a black shadow disappeared into the woods.

King Ma Cang Ye hugged Qiu Ji horizontally.

"What are you doing!?" Qiu Ji, who was taken aback, patted King Ma Cangye on the shoulder.

"The snow is wet and slippery, and it's easy to get cold feet when you wear this kind of clogs."

"You were taken away!?" Qiu Ji hugged Ma Cang Ye Wang's shoulders and tugged at the man's hair, "Are you okay? Have a fever?"

"Okay, let's go back."

"..."

Qiu Ji looked behind King Ma Cang Ye, there seemed to be something hidden in the dark woods, King Ma Cang Ye was hiding something.

Back at the shrine where he lived, Qiuji and Ma Cangye Wang sat in the corridor, and they were relatively silent.

"So, what happened?" Qiu Ji turned to look at King Ma Cang Ye next to him, "Are you full of something?"

"This matter can be said to be Shuten-douji...or not to be said to be Shuten-douji." Asakang Leaf King said looking at the desolate scenery in the courtyard.

"what happened?"

"Two Shuten appeared in the same era."

"???"

"It seems that because of our appearance, the space-time channel has been chaotic, and different parallel worlds have merged together... This kind of thing." Ma Cang Yewang spread his hands and said that he was also helpless. "There is news from the Space-Time Inspection Bureau." ?"

"It should be soon." Qiu Ji thought for a while and said.

"Okay, I still have to go there to do some work during this time, and I may not be at home for a long time." King Ma Cang Ye took out a small paper figurine from his arms, "If you have any questions, please contact me in time."

"I see." Qiu Ji nodded, "Don't you need my help?"

"There's a little... a little bit of my personal business." King Ma Cang Ye turned his head to look at Qiu Ji, "I'm sorry, please let me handle this matter alone, okay?"

"I got it." Qiu Ji said that he understood, after all, everyone has something that they don't want others to know.

But this is also an opportunity.

Did you just obediently stop going if you didn’t get to know me?

Hehe, let's dream.

But this matter can't be too obvious. Although it is very passive, he really doesn't want to move around until he finds a way and a suitable person.

King Ma Cang Ye is troublesome, so be careful with him.

However, it was another year of winter, and Qiu Ji was playing with snowmen outside the shrine. He had nothing to do. He had already read the book that King Ma Cang Ye gave him, and other things were in the plan. There are almost dozens of ways to write, and Qiu Ji can only do something at the door when he is free.

Last winter, he had a quarrel with the fox.

It was also a day when the mountains were covered by heavy snow like this. Because of the continuous heavy snow, Qiu Ji couldn't go to the nearby village to give lectures to the children in exchange for some food.

Although he doesn't need food himself, he can also get a little bit of magic power from food.

The supplement of magic power, Qiu Ji, was transferred from Ma Cang Ye Wang to the fox. After all, the fox is a canine and is easy to control.Qiu Ji also used him to inquire about King Ma Cang Ye.

But Ma Cang Ye Wang's affairs are very good, two years have passed, and Qiu Ji has not even touched a hair.

Qiuji wanted to change direction and attack Qingminggong, but Huajie's "aunt" was not easy to mess with.

It's been two years...

Lixiang didn't know what to do.

Being powerless made Qiu Ji very irritable.

It was a boring day, and Qiu Ji was learning how to draw with fine brushwork.

I also have to learn the etiquette of different worlds, just in case it is like the current situation, I can only wait for support in the rear.

"Zao Nu, look." The nine-tailed fox sat opposite Qiu Ji, and showed Qiu Ji a picture he had drawn.

"Hundred ghosts at night?" Qiu Ji looked at the paper that the fox picked up, on which were drawn two human-like things, but also like the little monsters in horror games, the kind of existence similar to two-headed people .

"It's too much, what I drew is me and you." The fox said dissatisfiedly looking at the portrait in his hand.

"...Oh, it's a good drawing." It's like a three-year-old kid's graffiti.

"Speaking of which, why did you come back so early today?" Qiu Ji raised his head and looked at the fox across from him, as if remembering something, he asked, "How is Ye Wang?"

"Zao Nu is so fickle." The fox lay on the table, buried his face in his arms, and both ears of the fox drooped down. "Every time I come back, you only ask about Ye Wang."

"No way." Qiu Ji put down the fine brushwork in his hand, "You told me before that you wanted to talk to me, is there something?"

"Hey, Zao girl, I've known you for almost three years, right?" Mr. Fox asked with his face buried in his arms.

Another three years have passed?

Qiu Ji raised his eyes to look at Mr. Fox.

"so?"

"Chu Qiu, I asked if you would like to be with me. Have you thought about your answer yet?" Mr. Fox raised his head and looked at Qiu Ji who was opposite.

"Sorry, allow me to decline."

"...No matter what?" Mr. Fox didn't seem to expect Qiu Ji to answer so simply, he hesitated for a moment before he said.

"Yes."

And because there will be results, he cannot form a marriage with this nine-tailed fox here.

Although it is said that the fox can provide him with magic power, Qiu Ji does not seem to be deceiving him to get what he wants from the fox. Although magic power is scarce, King Ma Cang Ye will still supplement it to Qiu Ji from time to time.So it's not that far-fetched yet.

Moreover……

Replenishing magic or something...It's true that Taro Tachi and Jiang Xue's energy is not very good. He even took advantage of Mr. Fox...half a time, but after the nine-tailed fox took it back, it's still worth it. Completion, let's put this aside.

It is indeed quite a comfortable thing to replenish mana with him.

But it's just an additional condition.

When the time comes, I will pat my ass and leave. He is a famous monster in this world. If something happens to him, he will come into contact with the Space-Time Inspection Bureau and the like...

Qiu Ji could feel the other party's aptitude, just like a great onmyoji like King Ma Cang Ye, this nine-tailed fox had almost touched the ceiling in this regard.

So he is dangerous.

Rather than being cheated by him, it is better to refuse at the beginning, so as to save unnecessary trouble in the future.

But from that day on, the fox never came again.

After all, it is.

It has been almost two years and three years since that day.

That is to say...

I have been trapped in this place for almost ten years.

Qiu Ji held the teacup in the corridor and frowned tightly. Because of too much force, the teacup exploded in Qiu Ji's hands.

The pain brought Qiu Ji back to his senses, and he lowered his eyes to look at his hands.

The feeling of powerlessness made Qiuji even more irritable, the wound under the kimono could no longer be touched by the kimono, and even the heavy gauze wrapped around it couldn't cover the redness.

Qiu Ji picked up a piece of ceramics and plunged it into her palm.

The pain made Qiuji's eye sockets slightly acidic.

Pain is the only reason for Qiuji to cry.

Ten years, ten years!

There is no news, especially after he knows Li Xiang's situation, even if Qiu Ji can comfort himself that he can make a time agreement, even if he can comfort himself that the flow rate between time is different.

Qiu Ji, who was getting more and more irritable, seemed to feel no pain, and the ceramic piece in his palm was cut towards his arm.

Tick-tock blood dripped onto the red and white priestess clothes, and large stains bloomed.

The cold feeling caused by the blood loss, the muscles twitched due to the pain, and the instinctive feeling of vomiting pressed against the throat.

Qiu Ji bit her lower lip to keep herself from crying.

It hurts, it hurts.

Can't calm down.

Qiu Ji stabbed her arms and thighs with ceramic shards as if she was numb.

The blood gradually gathered under Qiu Ji's body to form a pool. The red blood was extremely thick, and the blood dripping on the face smudged into ripples.

At some point, the unsummoned clown puppet appeared behind Qiu Ji.The smiling red lips on the exaggerated mask were exposed, and the blades on the ten fingers of both hands gently hugged Qiu Ji's outside.

The huge world seemed to have no sound at all.

There was only the sound of ceramic shards piercing into the skin and blood splashing down.

Trapped in a place like this for ten years...

Can't do anything.

"Does it hurt?"

Qiu Ji's hand didn't stop.

That abrupt voice didn't matter Qiu Ji's ignorance.

Thus turning in one direction.

Qiu Ji saw the clown mask floating in front of her. The whole face was made of white, and the upper half of the face was carved with golden reliefs, roses. The extremely holy face seemed to be showing pity.

"Why, why doesn't anyone love me?"

Qiu Ji was stunned for a moment.

The golden roses gradually turned bright red, and the delicate roses spun and fell on the water with red petals.The scene at the door of the operating room was reflected. In front of him was a broken mother and son, howling and unwilling to accept the fact that their lover left at this time.

Even Qiu Ji himself couldn't tell why he chose to "save people" in the first place, to prevent the tragedy of his past from repeating itself to others, or to see more families that were more tragic than his own. A little bit of fragmentation, but giving them a faint hope when they are desperate can give him a sense of satisfaction in becoming a god.

"Does it hurt?"

It was still Qiu Ji's voice who spoke, and another mask appeared beside Qiu Ji.On the blank mask, there was only the dried blood splashed on it.

"Why, why doesn't anyone understand me!?"

The blank mask was buried in the gushing blood, reflecting his scene in the laboratory.

"Why not approve it!? This project is not impossible! Every one-way experiment has been successful! As long as there is a reasonable combination, it can definitely be done! Human! Humans can get a longer life!"

The documents on the table were swept to the ground by Qiu Ji. Qiu Ji kept patting the solid wood table, watching the members of his department leave indifferently one by one, and gradually couldn't see their faces clearly. There were only documents flying all over the sky and hysterical Own.As soon as the scene changed to the scene at home, there was only Li Xiang's heavily closed door, and he put his hand on the door but didn't know what to say.

Due to being addicted to work and ignoring the needs of the closest people around me, I feel guilty, but I will continue to hurt the closest people uncontrollably...

Obviously it was like this, and he knew it was wrong, but Qiu Ji couldn't stop.The strange satisfaction produced by the combination of guilt and fullness made him unable to stop.

"It hurts, right?" The clown mask that appeared in front of him was almost exactly the same as the first one, but the black background added a touch of weirdness.

The mask gently attached the lips to Qiu Ji's lips, and the cold touch made Qiu Ji shiver.

"Why, I can't cure it?"

His office appeared in front of him, with countless intractable diseases under the bright desk lamp.

He wanted his patients to recover, and he robbed wildly for the fleeting gratification of time.Exuberant vitality and complex emotions are what he cares most about.Involuntarily asking for more, never truly satisfied.

A stench came, and Qiu Ji couldn't help but follow the smell.

"Does it hurt?"

A haggard mask appeared in front of Qiu Ji, with light gray skin and a thin face. A small snake was wrapped around the mask, and the snake wrapped around the mask seemed to be embedded in the mask.

Blood and pus seeped from the snake's crevices.

"Why, why can't I have a good talk with my brother?"

It was at his home, Qiu Ji was sitting on the sofa staring at the ceiling in a daze. On the table were the food that had cooled down and ceramic fragments scattered all over the floor. It could be seen that something very serious happened just now. Unpleasant events.

"Does it hurt?"

There are dense barbs inside a rusty iron birdcage. The clown's mask has been torn apart, and a strange laugh came from the damaged mask.

"Why, why can't I do it!?"

It was in a room with warm colors, and there was a record player next to the comfortable bed, soothing and classical music slowly played out. Romani stood in front of him as if he wanted to explain something, but he opened his mouth. He opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

He turned and left the room.

no, don't go...

No, don't leave me alone...

Why do you say such exaggerated words...

Roman didn't mean anything, he just, he just wanted to help himself.

Qiu Ji looked at his hands, which were full of scars left by him.

The anger generated by his own incompetence, and the constant self-mutilation.Speak ill of those who try to help them.

"Does it hurt? No, it should be resentment, right?"

There was a strange sound, Qiu Ji raised his eyes and saw a mask wrapped in thorns, his eyes were sealed with thick thread, and metal cone-shaped earplugs were plugged into his ears, the clown mask whose paint had completely peeled off .

resentment……

Should it be resentment?

yes……

He hates.

I resent myself for being hated, and I also resent my brother who hates me.But my younger brother is Qiuji's only relative. In order not to hurt my younger brother, I sealed my eyes and ears so that I would no longer see his eyes or hear his voice.

"Do you hate?" Qiu Ji's most familiar mask appeared in front of Qiu Ji, with golden and red butterfly wing makeup on the eyes, and tear-stained makeup made of two blue water droplets on the cheeks, exaggerated red gold A cutout pendant with a clown hat chasing a little golden sun, moon and stars.

hatred?

of course.

He hates.

Qiu Ji got up from the pool of blood, staggered because of her thigh injury, but quickly stabilized her body.

The blood in the blood pool seemed to be blown by the breeze, forming a small cage.

The blood is really incredible.

Qiu Ji touched the mask in front of her with a faint smile.

He hates.

He hates Lixiang.

He hates the world.

He hates the so-called fate.

He hated this incompetent self.

"Les Fleurs du Mal."

Qiu Ji said that the mask was on her face.

The red thread was wrapped around Qiuji's limbs, and the huge clown rose slowly from the blood.

"Use your own blood to paint the red face of the dead."

The whispers from the seven masks in different directions are gentle but deadly.The thread formed by blood coagulation is like the soft spider silk, but it is impossible to break free.

"Please pray for me, my flowers are withering, I have lost my allegiance in holy war."

Qiu Ji raised her hand and stroked all the masks in front of her.

"How blind you are."

The mask sneered.

The blood seemed to be boiling, and the huge clown under the blood-colored cage stretched out his hand to hold Qiu Ji tightly, and in an instant the flower of blood bloomed.

The clown's hand was on Qiu Ji's waist, and the red thread wrapped around the other hand connected the clown's fingertips.

"What every gambler loses is ultimately what they never had."

Qiu Ji looked at the raised hands of the clown hugging her waist, and danced in the blood with his movements, the bloody thread was getting closer and closer, embedded in the skin, and the blood dripped on the water, playing a song A perfect piece of music.

The most magnificent waltz.

"It is the greatest arrogance of mankind to believe that mankind will eventually triumph over fate."

The clown is smiling.

The cold scalpel drew a bloodstain under Qiu Ji's eye socket, which looked like blood and tears, and also looked like one of the clown's masks.

"□□, Gluttony, Greed, Laziness, Anger, Jealousy, Arrogance. Welcome to Paradise."

Qiu Ji stepped on her feet and kissed the clown's mask.

I need death to feel existence.

"Mom, mom." A child came out of the shrine, but was frightened by the scene in front of him.

The courtyard was full of blood, and their mother stood in the courtyard as if she had been fished out of the blood.

"Morning, little one." Qiu Ji smiled slightly at the child.

But opportunities always have to be found by oneself.

He hated the God who made this world.

Whether it is your own world or this world.

That space-time detection bureau...

Why on earth are those high gods able to tease humans like this?Why can gods decide life?

The child has soft black hair and golden eyes, but unlike humans, he has a pair of golden brown fox ears and tail.

This is the spiritual power supplementary battery made by Qiu Ji. Originally, Qiu Ji wanted to make it look like a fox.I used the remaining hair of the nine-tailed fox, but after the successful production, it became like this.It may be that the remaining spiritual power of the fox fur is too little, Qiu Ji's spiritual power stood up to a large part, and some of it was made by a certain evil god.

Cthulhu can create life.

But it doesn't stick to any shape, as long as it is easy to use.

But the first one didn't do very well, that's why we have the current one.

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PS: Regarding the part here, Les Fleurs du Mal is the flower of evil in French. The setting for this point is that Qiuji and Lixiang both had blue eyes at first, and it is assumed that they are passed down from generation to generation, and their grandmother is French. human relationship.

[The time of this picture is ten years after Qiuji and the others came to this world, pay attention]

Because of the cute long comment, Qiu Ji was the first to receive a long comment, so I am a little thicker~

PS作为小学生，很多地方表达地不清楚，如果那里写的不清楚各位留言告诉我到时候我番外补上。感谢在2019-12-1218:59:55~2019-12-1319:14:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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