Witch containment diary

It turns out to be a beautiful girl!

It was understandable for Zhang Su to feel that it was "squeezing" him hard. In that state, it was tantamount to a full-body massage for Zhang Su.

He looked closely at the black beast armor.

The afterimage of the resentful ghost girl loomed in the air. Although her presence was weak, it would not completely disappear.

"I know you're there." Zhang Su kept his distance, then leaned slightly to make himself look friendly, "...'Black Beast'."

The ethereal phantom girl has a sad expression. She cannot be more than 20 years old, with ethereal hair flowing around her delicate features.

"Who are you?" Priscilla wanted to participate in the conversation even though she didn't have the ability to see.

"My name is... I don't know." The girl frowned.

"What happened? Why did you dedicate yourself to this creation?" Priscilla asked slowly.

"That was the workshop in the Ural Mountains. We were producing the most powerful armor for the Atlas Project. Everyone was working hard to produce it. But the phase demons appeared, and they jumped into the base and massacred them!" The ghost girl was filled with hatred.

Zhang Su's heart trembled as he noticed the anger and strong murderous intent in her words.

"So it's demonic pollution?" Priscilla asked.

"The terror of demons is on another level. They are all the most elite phase demons. With no countermeasures, I stood at the edge of the furnace of creation, using my casting magic. I was terrified. I longed to become stronger. Fight off the demon yourself." The expression of the resentful ghost girl turned dark and hateful.

"But the devil didn't devour you." Zhang Su thought, "The devil would eat all the souls, but you survived."

"So this is...the source of the armor's murderous intent, because you want to make the holder of the armor brave and powerful?" Priscilla said.

"No!" The voice of the resentful ghost girl came from the depths of the black beast, full of grief, anger and unyielding, "It's those human soldiers. They said that the armor must be made and then transferred out! So they tied Captured me, nailed my hands and feet, thrust a knife into my mouth, and pushed me into the furnace! The casting magic within me burst out, completing the armor you see! So I want to watch It’s up to you to kill, kill everything, to vent the hatred in my heart!”

"The scum of the human defense plan..." A trace of displeasure and fear flashed across Priscilla's face.

She was most afraid of something like this happening, especially if it would happen to herself.

She moved closer to the human defense plan as much as possible, not wanting to be labeled as "uncooperative" one day and thrown into the furnace of creation to complete the birth of new equipment.

The black beast has also become more advanced and has excellent performance because of the addition of the ghost girl's soul...

Zhang Su was full of sentimentality.

He stepped forward and picked up the black beast with both hands. The ghost girl's soul fluttered with the armor, and seemed to be able to get closer to Zhang Su and his soul.

"It turns out you have been talking to me." Zhang Su hugged the armor tightly.

Although the resentful ghost girl was a spirit, she seemed to be able to feel the weight of Zhang Su's embrace, and he was full of respect.

"...After death, my thoughts became chaotic and I only felt angry and sad. But by following you, I feel that my pursuit can be satisfied. I will continue to watch you kill and watch how you tear into pieces. One human after another, defeat one demon after another. I will let the blood soak into your body and make you stronger." The resentful ghost girl gritted her teeth.

"But you have done too much for me! I have felt the infinite power you have brought to me. Now it is time for me to help you. If you trust me... I want to help you." Zhang Su Say it in a soft tone.

"You..." The ghost girl's soul felt weird, "...what are you going to do?"

"I want to wipe away the blood and scorch marks on your body. You are still alive now, so you have to take good care of it!" Zhang Su said seriously.

Zhang Su stacked the armor into the armor box.

The resentful ghost girl curled up and buried her head between her knees.

take care of? Such a strange concept... The ghost girl squatted on the armor and moved with it.

Half an hour later, in the garden of Anxinyuan, in front of the big bluestone of the Bodhisattva Seat.

"Are you sure this ritual can help?" Priscilla glanced at Zhang Su.

"Yes, if there is something that can purify the tortured soul of the ghost girl... then it is the power of gods and witches!" Zhang Su said.

At this time, there was a black armor box placed in front of the bluestone.

Because it is soaked in the painful soul of the resentful ghost girl, you can even feel a strange discomfort from afar.

"~Prayer~" The witch appeared in lotus mist.

She wore a pure white feather fabric made of silk on her upper body and a bright red scarlet hakama on her lower body, with silver threads shining on the edges.

Lianwu's waist was tied with a thin hemp rope, and her feet were covered with new white foot bags and small wooden clogs.

She was holding a "royal coin" in her hand, which is an official shrine maiden's prop, consisting of paper slips and wooden sticks. The slips of paper are all white and folded into the shape of coins and silk. They are white and flawless and can attract the gods to the greatest extent. , can play a big role in sacrifices!

She placed a new light novel, a pack of sweet wagashi and a cup of milk tea in front of the big bluestone, and then shook the royal coin in her hand.

"Lord Hongyan~summoning you~" Lianwu looked up.

With a lazy hum, Zhang Su vaguely heard the sound of Hong Yan getting up and getting out of bed, putting on clothes and changing shoes.

After dawdling for a while. Then a crack was opened from the side, and Hong Yan's head poked out, looking around for a while.

Finding that the tributes were her favorite light novels and snacks, Hongyan smiled broadly, grabbed the crack, and jumped out.

"The Red Flame Bodhisattva is here!" She jumped on the big bluestone, sat down cross-legged, picked up some snacks and ate them.

She stuffed the sweet wagashi into her mouth, then grabbed the light novel, opened the title page and looked at the inner cover illustration, completely ignoring others.

"We have to work~Lord Hongyan~" Lianwu tapped Hongyan's head with the imperial coin in her hand.

"Ouch... Is this still a witch? How disrespectful." Hong Yan was angry.

"There is a suffering soul residing in this armor, Lord Hongyan." Zhang Su asked Hongyan, "Can it relieve her pain?"

"Oh?" Hongyan tilted his head, and then he saw the black beast armor and the remnant soul of the resentful ghost girl on it.

"You are..." The resentful ghost girl was a little suspicious of Hong Yan.

"I am the Bodhisattva here." Hongyan jumped down and hugged the complaining ghost girl.

"You can touch me!" The resentful ghost girl was shocked.

"Only spiritual vision can see you, and witches with strong inspiration can also contact you." Hongyan hugged the complaining ghost girl, "Don't cry, don't cry."

"..." The resentful ghost girl closed her eyes.

Lianwu shook the imperial coin in his hand, and two white cloths trembled rapidly in the air, like flying white butterflies. Pray for the ghosts of witches who died unjustly and dispel their resentments.

"You are safe and free now." Hong Yan closed his eyes. Zhang Su had never seen Hong Yan, who had always been casual, be so serious. At this time, Hong Yan really saved the world like a god, "No one can hurt it's your turn."

The resentful ghost girl floats silently, and her ghostly figure is difficult to distinguish even under spiritual vision.

When she died violently, she was burned by fire, her limbs were tied, and she was burned to ashes alive. Anger and pain swallowed her soul, trapping her in this armor. She just wanted other living creatures to feel fair. die.

"No one can help me." The resentful ghost girl said.

"The only one who can help you is yourself. Tell me, what was your name when you were alive?" Hongyan closed her eyes and murmured softly.

The resentful ghost hesitated. She hadn't thought about her name in a long time.

At first, she couldn't remember, but then the memory slowly emerged.

"My name is Lydia," she said. Even saying this name would make her ghost body feel a little at peace, at least she was not an unknown wild ghost.

"How did you die?" Hongyan asked.

"He was tied hand and foot and then thrown into the furnace and burned to death." Lydia said painfully.

"So this makes you angry! Anger is good! Anger is right, anger is contempt and hatred for injustice! My last question is: What is your deepest regret?" Hongyan asked.

"I hate humans and demons. I hope they all suffer. I die with anger, and it has always dominated me." Lydia didn't need to think at all, the answer just came out of her mouth.

Hongyan put a hand on Lydia's ethereal spirit body, and a warm current passed through its body.

The baggage I had been carrying for so long began to lift. Lydia felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted off her.

"...All you have to do is forgive yourself. You now understand who you are and how you died. These memories will make you calm, because you can't change the past, but you can change the present and the future. , that is, have a good rest, and don’t be too hard on yourself at this moment. You still have the most precious thing, which is called: tomorrow. You will find that there is nothing more important than it!" Hongyan comforted.

tomorrow.

Yes, I still have tomorrow...

As the words of the Great Red Flame Bodhisattva came out, Lydia felt that her anger was gradually melting away.

The pain evaporates like mist. In its place is a sense of calm, serenity.

Lydia felt almost like a Buddha after letting go of her anger. She stepped back on the armor, closed her eyes, and took a good rest.

"Go now and experience the rest you deserve." Hong Yan announced.

She touched the black beast armor once, twice, three times.

Lidia seemed to be satisfied with being touched, and Zhang Su saw her ghost's expression change from angry and bloodthirsty to calm.

Hong Yan somewhat exerted his majesty as a Bodhisattva, allowing Lydia to feel calm in her current state without turning into an evil ghost.

"Thank you." Zhang Su thanked Hong Yan.

"Hmph." Hong Yan glanced at Zhang Su and folded his hands on his chest, "By the way, where did it come from?"

"Meeting is fate." Zhang Su thought of his previous life, and this armor was eventually destroyed. This time, he might be able to use it to witness the destruction of the devil and realize his long-cherished wish.

He put the armor back into the box and put it on his back again, feeling like he was facing back against solid ice.

Zhang Su heard a vague sigh.

Immediately afterwards, Lydia appeared again, hugging her tightly from behind.

"In you, I look at you and feel everything about you. I may be dead, but through you, I can still be taken to many places, to see new things, to feel new adventures, and of course, to kill. . I rely on a piece of armor now, but I am also willing to share everything with you... From now on, take me with you to witness tomorrow..." Lydia said sincerely.

Very touching! Lianwu rubbed her eyes movedly. The bond between ghosts and the real world is passed down through objects... From pain to happiness, from depression to joy, and even the possibility of new love is found...

etc!

Lianwu came back to her senses.

Isn’t Zhang Su hers?

"Go!" Lian Wu jumped forward, knocked the white cloth stick in his hand on the armor, and scattered Lidya.