The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"The world of the living is not my jurisdiction. It is my job to judge the souls of the dead. But even so, if there is any need this time, I will consider providing help."

"It's really strange. I didn't expect that the King of Hell, who always abides by the rules, would say such a thing."

On the other side, Yashi Eirin was still making final additions to Takeya, while on the other side, Yakumo Murasaki was chatting with the King of Hell, Shiki Ehime, who came after hearing the news.

"Living life is more important than dead rules."

Shiki Ehime's calm eyes were like the surface of a lake without a mirror. At least until now, except for that time, Yakumo Murasaki had never seen the Lord Yama lose his composure in front of others.

"You actually know it already, right?" Yakumo Murasaki's eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice sounded a little ethereal, "Yasaka Kanako's real name, and the truth about Yatatori."

"Yeah." Shiki Yingji nodded without denying it.

"How did you see it?" Yakumo Purple raised an eyebrow, "It's been so long, but we haven't found any flaws."

"You are wrong, Yakumo Murasaki, this is not obvious."

The corners of Siji Yingji's mouth were slightly raised, and her raised cheeks had an unclear look, as if she was missing something.

"I have known these things from the beginning." Shiki Yingji said.

"From the beginning?"

Yakumo Purple deliberately lowered her voice. At that moment, the flow of the surrounding air seemed to be slowed down. In this stagnant space, only her deep voice echoed faintly.

"When you say from the beginning, you refer to the moment when they appeared in Gensokyo. What's more, when you say from the beginning, it goes back further than that?"

"You don't need to test anything, Yakumo Purple. These are not secrets. It doesn't matter if I tell you."

After pausing for a moment, Shiki Yingji said calmly: "Four thousand years ago, when that hell crow was not a Yata bird, I knew her."

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Hearing this, Yakumo Purple's pupils shrank. She smelled a long-lost familiarity from Shiki Ehime's words, as if the carrion inside the coffin was actually exuding a fresh smell when she opened the coffin.

That's the smell of conspiracy.

"You know him, right?" After a while, Yakumo Murasaki suddenly changed the subject, "The person Yashi Eirin was talking about."

"Yes, but whether I know him or not, in fact, I don't even know his name, no." A complicated look flashed across Shiki Yingji's face, "If I know it, it was a thing of the past. "

"What's the meaning?"

"I forgot, things related to him."

There was a bitter smile on Shiki Yingji's lips, and she said like she was sighing: "Either me or them, I'm afraid even Bayi Yonglin is the same. Everyone has forgotten."

"Forgot? Such a reason?" Yakumo Murasaki was slightly dissatisfied. Using such a ridiculous reason to deal with it is too contemptuous, right?

However, Shiki Aiji didn't seem to think so. She lowered her head and said suddenly: "Hey, Yakumo Purple, do you know why the 'Tama General' can only move one square at a time?"

"Ah?" Yakumo Purple was a little confused, but she still frowned and answered, "There is no reason. The rules of shogi are like this. The general can only move one square."

"What a coincidence, they are all the same," Shiki Yingji smiled softly, "Like Shogi, we are probably bound by some kind of rules. I don't remember clearly, but at least there are seven days in my life. Disappeared from memory, for no reason."

".Are those disappeared memories related to that person?"

"I don't know. After all, he has disappeared. I have no memory of what happened at that time."

"Yeah?"

Yakumo Purple thought for a while and then put these things behind her. After all, it was an antique from four thousand years ago. Even if she could really figure it out, how helpful would it be to the current situation?

Maybe it could be used as another card to deal with Yashi Eirin, but now, it's no longer necessary.

Yakumo Purple's eyes shifted slightly, glancing at Yashi Eirin who was still talking to Takeya not far away, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up in a small arc.

Yes, it is no longer necessary.

"Okay, it's almost time for you to set off. The land of Gensokyo is still very fragile. If the anger of the gods is too strong, a big disaster will happen if you are not careful."

Shiki Yingji has already started to chase people away. I guess it is true. After all, the other side is a quiet place. There are only so many living people on weekdays. Now it seems to be noisy. I'm afraid she won't get used to it.

"Ah, right."

Shiki Ehime, who had just taken a few steps, suddenly stopped again. She turned around and said to Yakumo Murasaki: "Although it's not a good idea, I still want to give you a piece of advice in the end."

"What?"

"Rules are rules, just like chess. Born in this world, all we can do is to ensure that everything we do is within the scope of what it allows."

"Absolutely don't have any thoughts of breaking the rules or trying to get away from them." Shiki Yingji looked through Yakumo Purple and seemed to see something else: "The rules are the world. If you stand outside the world, that At that time, you are no longer you."

"What do you want to say?" Yakumo Purple's eyes were slightly evil. Her intuition told her that Shiki Eihime was not an unrelated outsider like she seemed on the surface. She must know something.

She must know something special, like today.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not implying anything."

Shiki Yingji smiled kindly, but the purity in her smile subconsciously gave people a sense of alienation, as if the shadow reflected on the other side of the mirror was full of falsehood.

"If you are the King of Hell, you must do this."

There was obviously no wind on the Santu River, but Yakumo Purple suddenly felt a little chill in her back. This was a feeling she had never experienced before. Shiki Eihime was clearly standing in front of her, but why did she always feel that the distance was getting bigger and bigger? Far.

"Aren't you the born King of Hell?"

"Haha," as if she was amused by Yakumo Murasaki's question, the corners of Shiki Ehime's eyes slightly curved, "Ah, there is also a saying that I was born to be the king of hell who rules hell."

Yakumo Purple's eyes darkened: "Isn't it?"

"Who knows, it happened so long ago that I can no longer remember it. Did hell choose me, or did I choose hell?"

Ji Yingji slowly closed her eyes: "I'm afraid this is not my will, but there is only one thing that is certain, and that is that someone must convey it. Yes, someone must come. just convey"

"Convey? Convey what?" Yakumo Purple's breathing suddenly became tense. She grabbed her throat and said in a deep voice while holding her breath: "To whom?"

"You realize it." Shiki Eki opened her eyes. There was no breath of living people in her body. The eyes that reflected Yakumo Murasaki just now seemed to be dead now, leaving only darkness.

"That's right, I just conveyed it to you."

"!"

Yakumo Purple's breath was stagnant, and there were signs of wavering in her suddenly shrunken pupils. It was obvious that she was a monster born in the world with fear, but at this moment she felt fear from the Yama in front of her.

No, that's not right! Is this guy really Yama?

"Who are you?"

"Strange question, I am Shiki Yingji Yamasanadu, the King of Hell, have you even forgotten this?"

Shiki Ehime's plain smile looked like the most sarcastic teasing in Yakumo Purple's eyes.

"But it doesn't matter. After all, it's the same for me. We have all forgotten. Fortunately, there is not much time left."

After leaving these incomprehensible words, Shiki Ehime continued to walk forward without any hesitation. Yakumo Murasaki lost the strength to stop her, and all she could see was the sight of the small figure disappearing into the distance.

On the isolated mountain in the distance, the red torii gate is still standing although it is dilapidated. At the end of the stone staircase, it seems that night has fallen, and the children in front of the bonfire are holding hands and singing ancient songs.

Looking back, the flowers on the other side of the river turned into a bloody torrent, drowning the way home.

Yakumo Purple was shocked and looked at it again. The torii stone staircase was completely gone. The Higanbana flower was still blooming quietly by the river and did not move. Shiki Ehime was just walking alone on the lonely path.