Tokyo, Taitung District, Chisou Four-chome.

It is also called: Shinyoshihara.

A narrow courtyard behind a small building on the side of Yoshihara Street.

"Click...Click..."

The sound of shoveling soil.

The big bald head of the wheel and the sun reflected, holding a shovel in his hand and digging a hole on the ground.

On the side, in a wheelchair.

The dog was covered in bandages and still bleeding, and was paralyzed all over.

The last time I cast the Dog Spell.

The curse and killing Su Qi failed and was backfired.

Not only has the family passed down from generation to generation, the Dog God, which has been supported for four hundred years, has completely destroyed it, but the efforts of generations over the past four hundred years have been shattered.

The dog breeder itself was also injured in the center of the spine due to backlash and was directly paralyzed.

Apart from being able to say something vaguely, I can't move anything except my eyes.

Since then, this slandering master has been considered useless.

...

"What are you doing..."

Turtle looked at Lun Jidao digging a hole in horror, and she had a strong sense of obscurity in her heart.

Spiritual children will not pity those who lose their value.

Spiritual boys hate useless people very much.

"Wheel...Wheel is...I...we have known each other for a long time..."

"Of course, that's why the Spirit Boy gave me this."

The wheel of the wheel touched his big bald head and continued to dig the hole, which became deeper and deeper.

The dog is panicked.

"You can't...no...can't do this...to me...will my end today...waiting for you...no value...soon or later...the spiritual boy will do this to you..."

She tried hard to convince the Round of Round.

However, it doesn't seem to be of use.

"This is for Lord Lingtong's great cause."

The deep pit was dug up the wheelway, and came up and carried the dog breeding from the wheelchair, put it in the pit to start filling the soil.

"You...you...can't...do this to me...I've done so much for the Spirit Boy..."

The dog's body had no sense and could not feel it, but she could see that the soil was missing her body little by little, which made her even more frightened.

"I am not a slandering master from the Inuji system, so I don't really understand your rituals."

The wheel entry road said while filling the soil:

"You said that you have been raising a dog for so long and have made a lot of contributions to the guard house. Why are you used to make a dog god?"

"You...you...want to make...I...cano god curse..."

Dog breeding looked frightened.

She is now buried in a pit, with only one head exposed outside, just like she burys the dog in the soil when making a dog spell.

"Dujiu, you are from a landlord's family. The family has land for generations. My ancestors were from tenants. Only after the land reform did life improve.

When my grandfather was still alive, I often heard him complain about his past days.

Why is this world full of resentment, why are they hating each other, and why are there anyone cursing the website?

Because there are classes between people.

You and I have different backgrounds. You will never understand the greatness of the thoughts of Lord Lingtong, the unparalleled world we pursue, what we pursue..."

Fever flashed in the eyes of Wheel of Wheel.

“Equal things.”

The man has been buried.

The whole body was buried in the soil, with only one head exposed outside, just like the ritual of making the Dog God Spell.

But this time it wasn't a dog buried in the soil.

It's a human.

On the wall around the backyard, there were three or two stray cats and dogs watching, just like they were watching.

Human and beast are alienated, ironic.

...

"No!...No!...I!..."

The dog breeding was panicked when buried in the soil and exposed only one head outside.

The wheel entered the way and covered a piece of white cloth over her head.

Nothing can be seen in front of me.

In the old recorder, strange spells and lyrics began to play.

Under the misty white cloth, the dog breed can only see a few faint firelights, which is the arrangement of the ceremony.

"Not...I...the person who made the...Inuji...is not me...has...four hundred years..."

There are not many organs that can be controlled by dog ​​feeding.

The lacrimal glands are probably the rare way she can express fear.

She knew very well what would happen next according to the ritual of making the Dog God Spell.

The "dog" buried in the soil will be cut off, sacrificed, and gathered enemies.

Resentment...resentment...

Humans are so thorough in exploitation and oppression of lower-class creatures.

When he was alive, he was guarding the house and was a ghost after he died.

From life to death, even the resentment after death must be driven by reins.

...

Dog Feeding suddenly seemed to have an epiphany.

With empathy, she seemed to suddenly understand what the words "Zhezhidao" mean.

However, the surroundings were getting colder and colder.

"Ta...ta..."

Suddenly, the sound of wooden clogs rang out.

The dog breeder made a buzzing sound in his mind.

Although she was covered with white cloth on her face and could not see anything, she knew who was coming.

The spiritual child is a spiritual child.

The horror that made all slandering mages tremble!

...

"despair."

The sound of clogs stopped.

Dog feeding can be felt through white cloth.

The avatar of fear was standing in front of her.

"Ling... Lord Tong... I was wrong... I failed your... your expectations..."

Dog breeding made it difficult to admit its mistake.

Silence, quiet.

No one spoke, only the strange sound of chanting mantras and scriptures played by the recorder.

a long time.

"I never had any expectations for you before."

A plain, uninterrupted voice.

But it feels like having a magical nature, making the dog feel... lost?
To be continued...