Let the souls of the dead return!

Onmyoji-sama's promise made Hanatori Maki feel in a trance for a moment.

She didn't blink, looking blankly at the Onmyoji in front of her.

After a while, his thin red lips slowly spit out the word "good".

However, she did not immediately ask the Onmyoji in front of her to fulfill such a promise, but silently kept this promise in her heart.

Whether and when to use this promise will be left to Toyama Shuichi to decide.

But this transcendent kindness will be repaid by herself.

As soon as the ink pen was tapped out of thin air, a phantom of a flower and bird appeared on the back of the former's right hand.

Like Ara, Hanatori obviously doesn't like to be owed a favor for nothing.

It would be fine if she refused this promise that was beyond kindness, but since she chose to accept it, she would repay the kindness in her own way.

After dividing some of his demonic power into the body of the Onmyoji in front of him, Hanatori Maki also took advantage of the situation and looked at the little girl who had been following the former.

"By the way, I heard that you also like painting. Would you like to stay here with your sister?"

"Sister will teach you stroke by stroke."

Its gentle voice is like the spring breeze, which is naturally Hanatori's own wish and has nothing to do with the 'transaction' here.

Hearing this, Tianjingxia's eyes suddenly burst into uncontrollable joy.

She knew very well that the monster sister in front of her was the master of the world in this painting, and everything here was her wonderful strokes.

If you can learn from the other person, you will definitely get the best guidance in painting.

However, this joy stopped at the moment before he was about to blurt out under the patio.

From the corner of her eyes, she glanced secretly at the Onmyoji next to her, but she didn't notice any interference from the other person. She was probably letting him make his own choice.

But it was precisely this attitude that made Ling Zhi feel a little depressed in his eyes.

"I'm very sorry, pretty sister, I have decided to study painting with Teacher Kurama, so I can't stay here with you."

"Please do not get angry."

Tianjingxia responded apologetically.

The timidity in his words makes it difficult for anyone to think of any blame.

In fact, Hanatori obviously wouldn't get angry over such a trivial matter, and she even found some clues similar to her own in the little girl's little actions.

[Maybe it’s the Onmyoji who doesn’t want to leave you.]

He thought in his mind,

However, it was not stated directly.

"so,"

"Then we will discuss and learn from each other when you come back from your studies."

In response, Hanatori reached out his palm and patted this cute junior on the head to show that he was not angry.

"Um."

"must."

After hearing this, Tianjing immediately showed a determined expression.

And Hanatori Maki also cast his gaze on the young onmyoji on one side.

"I think Master Huang must still have a lot of things to deal with in the outside world. I won't stay any longer. Let me send you out."

"Well, trouble."

Hearing this, Huang nodded lightly.

Although the flow speed and nodes of time in the secret realm are different from those in the real world, the time until the Genji Festival basically stopped at the day when he killed the evil "mountain god" and recovered the soul of Kurodouzi.

But after calculating the time, it was indeed time to go back.

Then, with a single stroke of the Flower and Bird Scroll, Huang and Tianjing were teleported out of the small town in the painting in a ray of white light.

Accompanying this white light is a soft blessing:

"I wish you all the best."

...........

"God,"

"Is it Lord Kami?"

"The gods have appeared. The gods have really appeared. Our prayers have worked!"

"Hurry up and inform the village chief that Lord God is coming to our village!!"

"..."

When Huang He barely showed his figure under the patio, and before he could even stand firm, a series of excited calls rang in his ears, and a dark mass of human villagers suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

And in such an exciting atmosphere, I don't know who started it, or it was the will of everyone, and some people began to kneel down in the direction of the two of them with a 'plop'.

This scene really startled Tianjingxia, and the whole person shrank behind his master Onmyoji, not even daring to show his little head.

You must know that she is afraid of life. In the previous painting world, she also experienced bad memories of Toyama Shuichi being ostracized and cursed by the residents of the same village.

For her, who is a monster herself, there is no doubt that she feels the same way.

Therefore, as soon as I saw this huge scene that looked like a "savage beast", I was so scared that I hid, and I couldn't even distinguish the names and actions of the humans.

【God?】

Huang was also stunned by such a sudden and inexplicable force.

Looking back, except for the trembling patio hiding behind him, there was a long and narrow mountain stream, and no one else existed. Judging from the direction of the movements of these villagers, they were indeed aiming at themselves and the patio.

However, in this short period of time, he also vaguely understood the cause of the 'drama' before him.

After helping Kuro Dozi regain his soul, he and Tianjingxia went directly to the secret realm where the flower and bird scrolls were located, so the location where the other party teleported them back was still in the village that was ravaged by the monster "Mountain God".

Presumably, some villagers who came to worship or do other things saw that the entrance to the cave was blocked and the bones scattered on the ground were buried, so they thought that a god came to wipe out the people entrenched here for this land.

'Mountain God'.

"I am not a god,"

"Besides, you're blocking my way."

Although Huang has some sympathy for the villagers here, he is more repulsive and even disgusted.

He really didn't know how to judge this behavior by sacrificing young children in exchange for "good weather" in the village, so he had no desire to communicate.

As for the gods?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hehe, he is not a god.

Even under Takamagahara's decree, he was still a wanted God-slayer.

After saying that, Huang took the man who was hiding under the patio behind him and wanted to walk out directly from the crowd gathered here.

This answer obviously exceeded the villagers' expectations.

Although the two people in front of them are not as golden and boundless as they imagined, it is true that the residence of the "Mountain God" was buried in Cholera, and it is also true that these two people appeared in response to their prayers!

But under the young man's indifferent words, no one dared to answer the conversation for a while, and no one dared to stop him. A road to the outside world was subconsciously opened.

However, just as Huang was leading the crowd of people kneeling on the ground under the patio, intending to leave this uncomfortable village directly, an old call came from the distance accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching from far away:

"Wait, Lord God, please wait."

【That’s the name again.】

There were traces of displeasure and disgust in Huang's eyes.

To be regarded as a god by a village that sacrifices children in order to gain peace, does this mean that it is on the same level as the cannibal 'mountain god'?

nausea.

Huang didn't care at all who the owner of the old voice was or what he wanted to say to himself, he just pulled Tianjingxia towards the way he came from.

Perhaps seeing the 'Lord God' leaving, his attitude did not change at all, and the people who came in a hurry from a distance were also anxious.

Not only did the footsteps speed up a bit, but there was also a violent coughing sound in the calling voice.

But even so, Huang's heart was not moved at all.

When they relied on the lives of their children to survive, did they hear the despair of those children and the sorrow of those small families?

Ke Huang could be as hard-hearted as ever, but Xiao Tianjing's face moved at the anxious call, and he frequently looked at the person who made that pleading call.

Especially when a "plop" sound was heard and the old man on crutches who called out fell to the mountain road, it made his whole heart clench.

"Village Chief,"

"Are you okay, Mr. Village Chief?"
To be continued...