Su Shuang's world is collapsing [Comprehensive]

"Did you forget..." Her voice kept going low and low.

"Because, I'm an evil god... I'm a willful... an evil god who is not loved."

The blood froth rushed up her throat, as if it had condensed into a huge lump, stuck in her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe; she swallowed the lump again with great difficulty.

"Mr. Komatsu... for this world... must be more useful than me. So...so..."

Xiaosong seemed to be trembling with the arm holding her.His lips were trembling too, but she could still see clearly.

"...I don't need you to die for me!!" He blurted out, his voice was completely hoarse, like the sound of a blunt knife being sharpened on bluestone.

The evil girl slowly raised her eyebrows.

"...It's late." She said softly.

She saw a suspicious drop of water slipping quietly under the lens on his face, along his cheek, falling in the middle, and landed on her body.

Perhaps, it is precisely because the will becomes weak that this kind of blank resentment and futile sadness, this kind of pain that seems to swallow up reason and will, suddenly becomes so profound.

The evil girl thought so.

She felt as if her body was getting lighter and lighter.It seems to be floating upwards, floating into the air, and it seems to have become transparent, starting to emit bright spots of light from the surface of the body.

Is this an inherent setting?When gods are about to disappear...is this always the case?

"No... Chaoyun, please hold on! Don't be here...don't just now..."

Heh, that clear and pleasant voice, which always sounded clear and wise, seemed to ring in her ears.

... Well, at least when she died, I heard the voice of that person who was so sad to keep her.

...Perhaps, after she passed away, he would also feel sentimental.

Is this... is it going to be successful soon?

But ah, this annoying world...is really not good enough to treat the gods.

As Yaye, she won't be sentimental for a woman other than Miko for too long.As the elder of Satsuma, he will not spend much time grieving for an evil god in the eyes of the world.

She barely raised the corners of her lips and smiled weakly.

There was a pain in the chest that was like tearing the heart and lungs.Her body had become very light, as if she was about to break free from his holding her hands and float into the air.

...we will never meet again.

...so stop saying useless words.

"This is my choice... nothing to regret..." Her eyes rested on his face for the last time, and for some reason, her eyes suddenly became moist.Tears slid down from there, across the corners of her eyes, and into her long hair on the sideburns.

"May I ask you one last... one thing? - Please try to live until you are very old... and then leave, Mr. Komatsu."

Instead of waiting for his reply—probably realizing that she no longer has time to wait for him to figure it out—she blinked her eyes, her expression seemed to be full of sadness, and there seemed to be a hint of sadness in her expression. Frankly relieved like that, he smiled slightly.

"...farewell," she said.

As soon as the last few syllables that seemed to contain a deep sigh escaped from her mouth, her body became completely transparent; then, a violent and bright white light burst out from her body.

After the burst of white light slowly dissipated, there was nothing in Xiaosong's arms.

... Zhao Yun just disappeared completely.

There was only one guard, lying quietly on the ground where she had just been.

Xiaosong slowly stretched out his hand and picked up the omamori.

It turned out to be a guardian of Shimogamo Shrine.

On the front of the imperial guard, there is an embroidered pattern of the famous "virtuous tree of Lianli".He opened the small pocket and found a small folded note stuffed inside.

He originally thought that there would be some confession-like sentence written on that piece of paper, and he was even mentally prepared to see words similar to making a wish to "The Wise Tree of Lian Li".However, when he unfolded the note carefully and slowly, he only saw a line of ancient poetry written on it.

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one pillar thinks about Huanian".

He stared at this line of Chinese poems, and a short dialogue suddenly appeared in his mind.

On a certain night, the night sky was clear and high, with a beautiful moonlight; those dialogues were what they said when they sat side by side on the roof of the Satsuma mansion that night, looking up at the moonlight.

【Eh~ Speaking of which, everyone seems to know that Takasugi-san is good at shamisen... So, what are you good at, Mr. Komatsu? 】

[I can't say I'm good at it... but I can play the pipa. 】

【lute? ! ...It seems that it sounds better than the shamisen.Hey, please don't tell Mr. Takasugi this sentence. 】

【...Then what musical instrument do you know, Chaoyun-kun. 】

【me? ...It seems that I used to know how to play the guqin, but now... I seem to have forgotten it. 】

[It's a pity, I thought I could hear your playing next time. ] He remembered saying that at the time.

What about that time?What did she say?

She said: [There is always a chance. 】

But... At that time, none of them thought that they would never have such an opportunity again.

Summer's young master stared at the small piece of paper with writing in his hand.

It should be the first time he's seen her handwriting, and it's unexpectedly very strong, as if she has a solid foundation after practicing too much.

For them, Sinology such as Tang poetry is also one of the courses that must be taken.So the source of the poem written on the paper came to his mind almost instantly.

His eyes moved down, and the next verse appeared in his mind.

【Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, Wangdi Chunxin entrusts cuckoos】

Is she still a learned woman who is proficient in Chinese poetry?Did she learn those Chinese poems in the mortal world, or did she learn them bit by bit in the long darkness when she was an evil god?

...Moreover, even though he felt that his understanding of her was getting better and better, in the end, this woman still did something beyond his expectations!

For some reason, his own somewhat rigid voice on the roof that day before talking about those musical instruments, and her voice answering with a smile suddenly appeared in his mind.

Then, why would you bring up such a topic?

...Because, deep down in his own heart, he didn't want that conversation to end here, did he?

【What are you looking at? 】

[Look at the moon. 】

[... What's so good about the moon? 】

He slowly raised his head and cast his gaze outside the door.

Because of the fierce battle just now, a whole row of shoji doors has been completely collapsed and damaged.The sunlight in the courtyard can directly shine into the interior through the corridor.

What is the next line in that Chinese poem?

[The bright moon in the sea has tears, the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade smokes]

As he looked around, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly today.After the monsters that were surrounded by ominous black air were cleared away, the clouds in the sky cleared and the world became peaceful and clear again.

However, such a daylight, such a world... There is a person, but he will never be seen again.

Looking back now, the moonlight was bright and clear that night, and the brilliance sprinkled on her body, reflecting the outline of her figure almost transparently.

...She like that doesn't look like some kind of evil god.To put it bluntly, it looks like the legendary Kaguya Ji, bathed in the brilliance of the moonlight, wants to return to another world of heaven and man that is far away from him.

【What do you think, Mr. Komatsu? 】

In his memory, she tilted her head slightly like this, looked at him with a smile and asked.

Komatsu wriggled his lips, forced isolated syllables out of his completely hoarse throat, and answered the Kaguya Hime who was still smiling slyly and hatefully in his memory, waiting for his answer.

"...Because the moon is...beautiful?"

Ah, maybe that's it.

The son of God is chosen by the white dragon, a figure like a celestial maiden.When Bailong appeared, his body was covered with brilliant light.The light radiated to the surroundings, covering all his vision, bright and dazzling.

Who would have noticed what the moon looked like in that blinding brilliance.

Under the gentle light of the goddess, who would pay attention to the joy and sorrow of the evil god.

However, if one can truly escape the bright light that illuminates the world brought by the Dragon God, one can see clearly——

Or, to be able to see the answer to a question clearly——

The moon is beautiful.

If that's the answer you want me to find, then you win.

Obviously... He didn't like this kind of overly stubborn and disobedient child before.

So, does meeting someone change you?Is my current self different from the mighty and cold-hearted Satsuma elder who was facing the fire outside Yingsi mansion? ...

Such thoughts floated up in a daze, he didn't know how to slowly refold the note and put it back, and how to restore the amulet to its original shape.

The surface of the Omoru's woven bag was covered with blood.He put the woven bag in the palm of his hand, then slowly folded his five fingers together, and tightly grasped the woven bag tightly, as if he wanted to lock it in his hands forever.

At the same time, what he has been avoiding to think about - what he has been avoiding to remember, the last two lines of that Chinese poem, finally surfaced in his mind.

[This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time]

"Are you... are you an idiot?" He whispered in a breathy voice in his throat.

As he clenched his fingers bit by bit, it seemed as if there was a heavy chain in his heart, which originally bound his heart, but now it was shaking and vibrating, making a creaking sound, gradually full of cracks, and finally let out a crisp sound. After the explosion, it broke into several parts, and then turned into fly ash, disappearing from the bottom of his heart.