In the wooden house.

The wife was smiling, putting her hands slightly on her belly.

Her husband is a gentle person and does not often reveal his feelings.

However, as a wife, she can always truly experience the emotions that her husband comes from the bottom of her heart.

"If it's a boy, what's the point?"

"But, if it's a girl, I want to call..."

"It will be all right."

The man with a reddish-brown high ponytail and his wife sat on the tatami, saying one by one.

The man smiled gently, and from his perspective, he could clearly see the fetus in his wife's abdomen through the fabric and muscles.

He observed the fetus' state, gently stroked his hand on his wife's belly, and felt sincere happiness in his heart.

"Ah, it's flying away!" The blue butterfly on his wife's fingertips shaking her wings slightly and flew away from her fingertips.

Seeing this, the man stretched out his fingers slightly into the air.

The azure blue butterfly slowly hovered in the air.

Then he flew back and landed again at the man's fingertips.

"So amazing!" The wife smiled, she touched her belly and hugged happily in the man's arms.

The man looked at the butterfly falling from the fingertips and smiled sincerely from the bottom of his heart. His smile was very sunny.

Just like the sun at noon in winter, it warms people's hearts.

The two looked at each other, snuggling together on the not-so-large tatami, enjoying this ordinary but very happy time.

Men today seem to have truly found the value of their existence.

God gave him a gentle mother and a kind brother.

And this wonderful home now.

He is very satisfied.

The last time I was so happy was nearly ten years ago.

Ten years ago, he had not left his home as a young man.

Ten years ago, both mother and brother took good care of themselves and loved them.

Thinking about his brother's face being beaten by his father, the man reached out to touch the fine flute wrapped in cloth in his arms.

A wife, who is particularly sensitive to emotions, naturally noticed the changes in men's emotions.

The wife raised her head and said with a smile:

"Hey, let's talk about your brother again, okay?"

The man was stunned, then looked at his wife with a smile and nodded gently:

"good."

"My brother..."

A child with a bruised nose and a swollen face still couldn't stop rushing toward her smiling image.

“…He is the number one swordsman in this country.”

...

now.

Somewhere like a campsite.

A man wearing red armor, with purple snake pattern underneath the armor, standing in front of a group of swordsmen, speaking majestic:

"I've heard it all!!"

The man tied a high ponytail and swept his eyes sharply over every swordsman, and the purple snake patterned feathers set off his identity.

"today…"

Just as he was about to continue to make his speech, he suddenly felt his nose itchy.

"cough!"

The man frowned tightly, suppressing his instinctive reaction to sneeze, and looked around in confusion.

——Who is cursing me?

He glanced at his subordinates suspiciously and narrowed his eyes slightly.

...

...

The house of the ancestral house.

In the room.

"Gar!" The flapping crow sent Shang Quanna's bamboo slices to the mansion, holding the bamboo slices in his mouth.

He handed it to Shiyashiki Fukasaki who was sitting on the tatami.

"Ahem!"

On Shiyashiki Fukasaki's face, purple veins began to spread again. He coughed slightly twice and took the bamboo piece from the crow's hand.

His eyes were blurred at the bamboo slices. He handed the bamboo slices to Chen Ji beside him, his voice a little hoarse:

"I'm sorry for you..."

"No...this is what I should do." With sadness in Chen Ji's eyes, she took the bamboo piece and began to give the above content to the ancestral house Fushiki Sumizu:

"I'm starting to read."

"In this mission, the chanting pillar broke its arm and the rock pillar was seriously injured..."

"Through this mission, we can find that the pillars... no, the power of human beings is too weak."

As he was talking, Tatsuki suddenly shrank his pupils, her white eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked up at Shiyashi Fushio.

Shiyashiki Fushi naturally noticed Tatsuhito's uneasiness, and he turned his head gently and comforted:

"It's okay, keep reading."

Chen Ji nodded blankly, then continued to recite with a trembling voice:

"I... hope...the pillars can have a qualitative leap in strength in a short period of time..."

"In this way, the Demon Killing Team will have the strength to stabilize the current situation."

"So, I will distribute my blood to them... and make fine adjustments to their physical condition according to their personal wishes..."

"This...!" Chen Ji Zhang Da's eyes trembled slightly, and his hand holding Zhu Jian was also shaking a little.

Will things happen again in the Heian era happen now?

Sayashiki Fushie looked surprised. He calmly closed his eyes and reached out to pat Tatsuhito on the shoulder:

"It's okay, Chen Ji."

The magnetic and warm sound slowly came out of Shiyashiki Fukasa's mouth:

"I said it's our turn now."

"Let us... create miracles for people who come later."

...

"Chen Ji, hold a meeting of sects."

"…I see."

...

Narrow and misty mountain.

After several circles of the shrine sedan parade, people carrying the sedan chairs and wearing Haori were carried back to the Nagiri Mountain.

The streets also officially started the celebration after the festival, and many vendors began to set up their own stalls and started shouting.

It has a bit of a temple fair.

Time slowly comes to afternoon.

Nao Nao was still sitting on the roof, the difference was that he was holding a few small bone-made bottles in his hand, distributing blood.

He was not going to make the pillars completely turn into ghosts. Although they could accept Ganlu Temple, which had been assisting the ghost killing team, they also had themselves.

But this does not mean that they have no resistance to becoming a ghost.

Therefore, Shang Quanna released blood slightly in a real sense to strengthen their physical fitness.

It took about a bowl of blood to turn a cherry cake in Ganlu Temple to completely turn into a ghost.
To be continued...