Chinese Almanac Master

The life created by calendar paper should never disappear, but because this kind of life is as fragile as paper, it will be completely destroyed once it is damaged by external forces.

The pain of the soul being torn apart almost surpasses most of the pain and torture in this world, so it should not happen to a young child, but now this kind of cruel and even inhumane thing is really happening in the world. In front of his eyes, many calendar gods who had been curled up and dozed in their calendars all year round looked at each other, and they all poked their heads out of the calendar to check it out, and became commotion.

"I...I haven't seen Twelve these days, so I can't help thinking about him. Today I heard that he was going to work and I wanted to come out to see him secretly, but I heard Twelve crying...I thought this child was I cried when I smashed the bowl when washing dishes for the calendar teacher, but when I poked my head out, I saw a lot of blood on the ground... Twelve was lying on the ground, not moving... only... only... New Year's Eve Jun is there, covered in blood..."

A pale middle-aged woman dressed in civilian clothes muttered in a low voice, her voice was full of fear and fear, as if she was about to cry out in the next second, she was also an ordinary low-level calendar god, this one named Chu Jiu The Goddess of Calendar and Twelve have always had a good relationship and are very close. Usually, Twelve would naively call the woman Chu Ninth's mother, but now Twelve's tragic death, for Chu Ninth who regards him as his own son. It is obviously even more unacceptable.

When Chu Jiu was holding Twelve's cold body just now, she almost collapsed emotionally. As a day that was relatively close to Twelve, she also hurriedly called out the Hanshi and Huachao in the almanac, but when she saw it with her own eyes, it filled the whole room. Before Hanshi and Huachao even had time to figure out what was going on, they learned something that was hard for everyone to accept from Chu Jiu's mouth.

"It was Mr. New Year's Eve who went crazy and killed Twelve!! It was him!! I could see the blood on his hands!!...It was him, it was him...he did it..."

The tearful Chu Jiu complained over and over again about the evil deeds of New Year's Eve. Han Shi and Hua Chao listened with unfavorable faces, but he couldn't believe it in his heart. After all, based on their understanding of New Year's Eve, he would never It is possible to do such a terrible and cruel thing.

At this moment, Twelve's shattered paper souls had been put away by Han Shi in his sleeves, and on New Year's Eve, he was still leaning against the wall in that awkward and exhausted posture. Accusing and cursing, and the strange thing is that no matter what sounds from the outside world, he seems to be unable to hear anything, and just sits motionless with his hand on his bloody arm.

"On the ninth day of the lunar new year, tell me honestly, did you really see Lord New Year's Eve kill Twelve..."

Han Shi's voice seemed to be under the tip of his tongue, low and cold, and when he squinted his eyes to look at people, he spoke sternly and majesticly, which made the red-eyed Chu Jiu subconsciously shrug his shoulders, hearing this Hua Zhao looked at New Year's Eve not far away with complicated eyes, and after a moment's hesitation, Chu Jiu nodded without hesitation, and then shouted with red eyes,

"I really saw it!! It's Mr. New Year's Eve, that's him! Why do you have to ask me again and again, Mr. Hanshi? Do you think I'm lying? Just because Mr. New Year's Eve is a high-ranking god, you can be pardoned for anything you do Well... But Twelve is dead... My Twelve is dead... I only have this Twelve, only this one son..."

Tears fell involuntarily while talking, Chu Jiu gripped his blood-soaked palm, gritted his teeth in half sadness and half hatred, and said,

"Elder Twelve told me that Mr. New Year's Eve was a good god, and I thought he was right! Twelve and I rarely saw Mr. New Year's Eve! But we all believed in him! This kid is not smart, So I can only be destined to be a mediocre Lishen, but he has a good heart, he is filial to me, and he works hard to help mortals in the world, but why does such a good boy still die!! Is it because he deserves to die!! Then why... New Year’s Eve, you don’t want to die!! Why do you want to harm people everywhere!!”

When she said the last sentence, Chu Jiu suddenly turned her head to the New Year's Eve, her words finally made Hongyi Lishen have some emotional reactions, but after coughing violently for a while, New Year's Eve was just a An almost inaudible weak voice slowly said,

"I didn't kill him..."

This kind of explanation is obviously pale and powerless, New Year's Eve's face is full of exhaustion, it seems that even the strength to say a word seems to be exhausted, the goddess of calendar shouted angrily when she heard it, as if she was going to approach New Year's Eve on the ground, Hua Chao on the side hurried forward to stop her, but at this moment a light flashed in the calendar and stopped Hua Chao, Hua Chao paused, and the black-clothed Ghost Festival had already blocked him indifferently. At the same time, Chu Jiu, who was not stopped by anyone, slapped New Year's Eve hard on the face.

"You evil spirit! What qualifications do you have to be a god!! You give me back my twelve... Give me back!!"

The embarrassed Chu Jiu collapsed and cried while covering his face. Hua Chao was taken aback and hurriedly wanted to drag the emotional Chu Jiu away, but the beaten New Year's Eve did not do anything as Hua Chao expected. In response to counterattack, he glanced at Hua Chao with his red eyes at the moment, and repeated again,

"I didn't kill him."

Hearing the words, Hua Chao looked back at him without saying a word, struggling for no reason, he felt that this guy on New Year's Eve was trying to explain it to himself as a friend, but obviously no one would believe such a clumsy explanation He, his red robe has been completely dyed red, and his cold and pale face also reveals an unspeakable misery. In the past, even if he was fighting with the most vicious evil spirits, the proud New Year's Eve Lord would not be as embarrassed as he is today. And this kind of New Year's Eve, it seems that it can be called... pitiful.

"The words of the ninth day of the ninth day are not without credibility. They are both gods of calendar. If Mr. New Year's Eve really committed a murder, you and I can't tolerate it easily. Then I will use my divine power to restrain him first, so as not to cause trouble again. The rest is still the same. Let the calendar teacher come back and make a decision, how about it?"

Zhongyuan seems to be quite disgusted with New Year's Eve's attitude. Today's incident not only alarmed most of the low-level calendar gods, but also made them these traditional festivals have to come out to maintain the situation. He would not be polite to the New Year's Eve who really committed the murder.

So while he was speaking, he had already imprisoned New Year's Eve in place with his divine power, and the black flame pattern was tightly wrapped around New Year's neck, chaining his whole body like a prisoner. The force even made New Year's Eve fall to his knees He fell on the ground and gasped in embarrassment, and when Hua Chao frowned displeasedly and was about to speak, Zhong Yuan had already glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Mr. Hua Chao, why do you have such useless sympathy? If Mr. New Year's Eve wants to kill someone, everyone here will be unable to escape, and I'm just doing it to save my life."

This is a bit too much, Hanshi and Huachao's expressions sank at the same time, obviously they have other opinions on this, after all, it is common to be touched by evil spirits on New Year's Eve, but it is rare to really hurt others, his tolerance and love for children has never been It has been like this thousands of years ago, and it has never changed until now, but it is impossible for Chujiu to lie about this kind of thing, and there will be no evil spirits in this world who can easily kill the God of Calendar under their noses ...

Thinking in this way, my heart was unavoidably shaken a little. Han Shi's complicated and questioning eyes fell on New Year's Eve, hoping that he could quickly say something to prove his innocence, but New Year's Eve's face was always so pale and gloomy. Those bloody hands also became terrifying, which made Hanshi Huachao Zhongyuan Thirteen subconsciously afraid, and there were also various voices of calendar gods whispering in the calendar, and just in the atmosphere It was obvious that when he was in a stalemate, his expression had always been indifferent, and New Year's Eve, who didn't show much emotion, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the door with an indescribable expression.

With a little hesitation and a little panic, it seemed that all the cruelty just now was just a fragile shell, which would shatter when touched by the person who was about to come outside the door. Accompanied by this emotional shake, that The door was finally opened, and when that familiar breath came, Xiao Nanzhu and Qingming who came back from the outside had already appeared in sight on New Year's Eve.

"Calendar—"

Several calendar gods standing respectfully saluted Xiao Nanzhu, Xiao Nanzhu who hurried back looked uncertain after entering the door and just looked at the wet blood all over the floor without saying a word, the sullen Ching Ming Festival sniffed the smell of blood He glanced at Han Shi with his sleeves folded up again, he had obviously guessed what happened just now, he looked at New Year's Eve with unbelievable eyes, he didn't know what to say, and at the same time, the gloomy Xiao Nan Zhu had already walked slowly to New Year's Eve who was imprisoned on the ground by Zhongyuan.

The peach blossoms in the sleeves are still exuding a faint sweet fragrance, but Xiao Nanzhu has lost the mood to give it to anyone. He feels that his heart has been cut open with the cruel killing of Twelve. No matter how much he persuaded himself to believe in the miserable man in red who looked like a trapped beast, all the questions and suspicions that had plagued his heart for a long time burst out in an instant.

The disappearance of the painting, the anomalies during the New Year's Eve period, and those flaws that have been suppressed and not considered carefully.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago... But I didn't even guard against you at all before."

Xiao Nanzhu's disappointing and self-deprecating voice made New Year's Eve's body tremble uncontrollably. The man standing stiffly looked at his agitated appearance but was unmoved for the first time. The technique confines the actions on New Year's Eve in a small space. At this moment, his eyes are blood red and he is staring at his palm, but he doesn't have the courage to look up at Xiao Nanzhu's expression. His heart cramps and hurts for a while. He curled up, and the reason was...he knew that what he feared the most had happened.

It's not that Chujiu doesn't want to believe it, and it's not that Hua Chao doesn't want to believe him, but even Xiao Nanzhu... doesn't want to believe that he didn't kill Twelve.

"I didn't...I didn't..."

He reluctantly opened his mouth with a voice that was so weak that he could hardly hear it. Tears on New Year's Eve continued to flow down his eyes. The guilt caused by Dead Twelve, the fear of being hated by the one he loves, the sadness and helplessness of being rejected by everyone instantly flooded his whole body, but Xi's malicious and arrogant laughter still lingered in the depths of his heart. come up.

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[New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, did you hear that? 】

[No one is even willing to believe you. 】

【Your calendar teacher is just an ordinary person, and ordinary people only trust their own eyes. 】

【So, you just... listen to me. 】

【hurry up】

go to hell.