[Comprehensive] Light and Shadow

Another few days passed, and Natsume still had no clue about the monster Natsume who left the mark of the curse, but the nightmare continued.I have different nightmares every day, from the first night where I dreamed that Lord Wushen was stabbed to death with a samurai sword, to last night Fuji dreamed that the original couple were brutally chopped off, the blade tore the skin and seeped into the flesh, and rolled out of the internal organs , the whole world is filled with bloody rust smell and crazy blood red.

The nightmare, drifting away, if it continues like this...

Natsume rubbed his sore temples, and suddenly understood why those who had nightmares committed suicide recently, such nightmares were too painful.Destroying the one he loves coldly in the dream, but he can do nothing but be imprisoned in the pain of suffocation.

Just what kind of monster is it that uses nightmares to torture humans?

The traces of the previous ink color on the wrist have changed, like ink dripping on the rice paper and smudged.And the dots of ink spread on the white wrist, like vines full of life, outlining the petals of the unnamed flower.

Natsume had a vague premonition that when the ink-colored flowers on his wrist bloomed, it would probably be the last limit of the curse.And before that deadline, for Natsume, it can only be regarded as the deadline for saving himself or——the last life span?

"Master Witch God."

Today, I came to worship the Witch God again. Rather than saying that I made a special trip to worship the Witch God, Natsume felt that he was here to catch up on sleep.

Nightmares at night make people unable to sleep peacefully, even if they take a nap at school, they will have nightmares, but only in the shrine can they sleep peacefully for a while.

"Human beings are really fragile." The witch god abnormally did not eat wagashi first, but quietly watched Natsume.Then he reached out and touched Natsume's pale face, there were light blue dark circles under those golden brown eyes that were always gentle.

"Although having nightmares every night is a bit troublesome, at least there are no monsters chasing me recently, which is considered a good thing." Natsume smiled warmly, and the young and soft voice seemed to comfort the witch god.

Even though he had nightmares every night, the young man in front of him still looked gentle and calm, but he always understated the content of the nightmares. I don’t know if he really didn’t care at all, or he was used to hiding himself in such a gentle way. comfort others.

"A good thing? Is this called a good thing?" The witch god seemed to be aroused by Natsume's words, and one hand tightly strangled Natsume's wrist. The strength made Natsume frowned in pain, "Being You still say it’s a good thing when the monster is cursed to die! You’re so stupid, you need to have a measure!”

"I was also trying to find that monster..." Natsume frowned, her wrist hurt from being pulled, but seeing the angry eyes of the god in front of her, she consciously lowered her attitude even more.

"Oh?" The witch god raised his eyebrows, and then let go of Xia Mu's hand, "How did you find it?"

"Ask my classmates about people who committed suicide because of nightmares at night. Those people are all high school students. Although they all committed suicide, they didn't die. They just fell into a coma." Natsume rubbed his wrists and said with thoughtful eyes , "If they are all high school students, this monster should have a purpose."

"Aha? After so many days, you only thought of this?" The witch god's voice was a little raised, and the boy's voice was mixed with undisguised anger and sarcasm, "You have to know what to do! You just need to find the The monster then told me to just let that damn monster remove this disgusting curse!"

"I just think... Both humans and monsters have something they want to do. If you think about this, it will be easier to solve the problem." Natsume always felt that some clues seemed to be vaguely connected, but at this time he felt that Many are not clear, "and no one died, which means that this monster did not really intend to harm human life."

The witch god's anger gradually calmed down, and his purple eyes fixed on Natsume.

"Natsume, are you speaking for a monster who wants to kill you?"

Natsume was stunned, not because he didn't know how to answer this question, but because he felt that the expression of Lord Wushen was a little strange.

"Have you ever thought that those humans didn't die just because that ugly monster had other purposes?" The corner of the witch god's mouth slowly raised a mocking arc, and the eyes that were always shining were sharp and cold at this moment.

"Master Wushen..." Looking at the Wushen who showed such coldness for the first time, Natsume was a little puzzled and uneasy.Why do you say that?

"You are the kind of idiot who has been murdered and then returns the corpse to help people get rid of the crime!" The Wushen's expression naturally changed into a normal one, and he shouted at Natsume loudly, with his hands folded in front of his chest in disdain , looking at Natsume with contempt and sullen eyes, "Don't tell other monsters that you know this god, you are simply blasphemy!"

"Understood, I will be careful." Natsume nodded with a smile, but vaguely felt that it was always a little strange, probably because he had too many nightmares these days and his nerves were too tired.

After resting at the shrine for a while, Natsume went home.Aunt Toko has already prepared dinner, and Uncle Fujiwara has said that he will be home late today, so he has not come back yet.

"Natsume, did you do your homework too late recently?" Aunt Tako still looked at Natsume worriedly when she was filling the meal. The dark circles under her eyes appeared. It seemed that she didn't sleep much at night.

"No, because the exam is coming soon, so I want to study hard." Natsume smiled and shook his head.

"Don't work too hard, you can study slowly, don't ruin your body." Aunt Tako looked at Natsume with disapproving eyes, and then handed the bowl in her hand to Natsume.

"Kang Dang..." The bowl fell on the table, and the rice scattered out.

"Natsume?" Toko looked at Natsume who didn't catch the bowl strangely, and Natsume's eyes were fixed on Toko's wrist.

Toko reached out to pick up the bowl on the table, but Natsume grabbed her wrist.

"Aunt Tazi, when did this happen!" Xia Mu's hands were trembling involuntarily, and she looked at Tazi with panic and anxiety, and there was a black ink spot on Tazi's wrist.

"This, I saw it at noon today, maybe it was stained with ink somewhere." Toko was a little surprised to see Natsume flustered, but he didn't care much about the extra ink spots on his hand.

"How could it be..." Natsume stared blankly at the mark on Tazi's hand, then slowly let go of it, looked at the food on the table weakly, but had no appetite, and felt so disturbed for the first time.

Why, why is Aunt Tazi cursed by monsters?

The people who received the curse were all high school students. Was it because of an accident that Aunt Tazi was cursed, or did the monster change its target?

Or there is another possibility - because of me.

Natsume's hands trembled instantly, and his eyes looked at Tazi who was cleaning up the spilled rice on the table in a panic.Maybe the target of that monster has always been me, and those cursed high school students are just substitutes, and Aunt Tako is cursed because of his drag.

"Natsume? What's the matter?" Another bowl of rice was served to Natsume Toko, who looked worriedly at Natsume who looked a little bit wrong.

"No, it's nothing." Natsume paused, then shook his head, trying his best to suppress his emotions and took the bowl.

After dinner, Natsume told Aunt Toko that she wanted to go for a walk. After going out, her restless heart calmed down a little.

Natsume looked around, trying his best to see something, if the target was really him, there must be some clue left behind.

"Natsume?"

"Fujikawa?" Natsume turned his head and saw that it was his classmate, the boy was biting a popsicle in his mouth and carrying a supermarket plastic bag in his hand, looking at Natsume with some surprise.

"I just went to the supermarket, and I'm going back now. You haven't come home yet?" Fujikawa shook the plastic bag in his hand.

"No, go out for a walk after dinner." Natsume shook his head and said with a light smile.

"So you still have the old man's habit." Fujikawa was a little surprised.

Fujikawa saw that Natsume was taking a walk, so he continued to chat. Anyway, Natsume was going for a walk, and he was bored, so let's chat together and walk for a while.

It was rare for Natsume not to be chased by monsters, so naturally he was happy to walk and chat with his classmates at this time.

After chatting and walking for a while, Fujikawa noticed that Natsume stopped suddenly, followed Natsume's eyes, and saw a woman wearing a white shirt and black suit with a gloomy expression.

"Natsume, do you know Sakagami's mother?" Fujikawa looked at Natsume in surprise.

"Sakagami?" Natsume was stunned, he just remembered that the woman was the mother who went to the shrine to pray for her son last time.

"Sakagami, that's Sakagami from Class [-]!" Fujikawa yelled, and whispered in Natsume's ear, "Don't you remember what I told you earlier? That one had nightmares every night, Then that Sakagami who committed suicide by jumping off the building!"

Natsume's pupils tightened suddenly, and she turned her head stiffly to look at the woman walking past.

"I thought you knew Sakagami's mother. I heard that her mother came to school last weekend to help Sakagami take a leave of absence... Hey! Natsume! Where are you going! Natsume!" Before Fujikawa finished speaking, Fujikawa saw that Natsume suddenly ran away without saying a word.

The heart continued to beat, and there was a surge of uneasiness and pain in his chest.The sound of rapid breathing seemed to be accompanied by clearer thoughts, and he ran quickly. The extreme route was already familiar in his mind, but the destination was extremely strange at this moment.

It's still a blue-gray bluestone slab, it's still a crimson torii gate, and it's still a shrine where the shaman is stationed.

It's just that under the night, everything seems to be shrouded in a terrifying and eerie shadow.

Natsume slowed down, slowly climbed up the stone steps step by step, and turned around slowly when he was about to reach the torii gate.The town at the end of the stretch of woods was brightly lit, but the shrine turned around was not lit at all.

"Natsume, why are you here?" The witch god appeared, standing in the open space behind the torii gate, looking at Natsume strangely.

Natsume opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, and finally raised his hand slowly, and two black petals were outlined on the wrist.

"Is this the curse cast by the Sorcerer God?" Natsume raised his head, his hands were trembling slightly as he spoke, and there was a hint of hidden hope and fragility in his golden-brown eyes.

The witch god looked at Natsume quietly, expressionless, but then a playful smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, the wind began to surge around the witch god, and the witch god stood at the center of the wind, his white robe swaying in the wind.The figure of the young man in the wind slowly elongated, and his messy hair turned into long purple hair, which was smoothly scattered on his shoulders.The original purple patterns on the cuffs gradually spread on the white robe, and faint purple vines fell on the entire white robe.

Completely retreating from the youthful innocence, the man stood quietly, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and looked down at Natsume, a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes shone under the cover of long eyelashes, and his facial features were delicate and beautiful. Feminine.

The witch god reached out and grabbed Natsume's wrist, and the imprint on Natsume's wrist grew rapidly, and finally turned into a black unknown flower.On the left shoulder of the witch god also dropped a dark unnamed flower, although it was slowly blooming, it was extremely coquettish and powerful.

At that moment, Natsume felt that the air around him seemed to be stripped away, and his limbs gradually became cold, but the temperature from his right wrist was still there, real and clear, as if it was a flame that was about to burn everything.

The world is inexplicably quiet, and the sound of my own heartbeat can be heard quietly.The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and such a cycle seems to be silent until the heart stops beating.

Natsume looked sadly at the unnamed flower on the wrist that was the same as that on the robe of the witch god, then silently clenched her trembling hands and lowered her head.

That's enough.

No need to hear any more answers.