Is it really a straight girl?

He added some other condiments, and when Miji was still tasting the porridge, he stopped when he heard such a heavy question.

This question is probably asked by everyone.

If Mi Ji met a real immortal, maybe he would also ask.

So not particularly surprised by that.

"I don't know, it will return to the place where I was alive? Probably."

"Everyone said that after death, you will go underground, a place called Huangquan." The thin, short-haired girl looked at the red clouds in the distance.

At the same time, her face gradually paled, and her eyelids became dizzy and weak.

"There's no such place." Mi Ji shook his head, tasting the porridge.

This time the taste is quite coordinated, barely reaching a passing score of [-].

Mi Ji nodded, covered the pot with holes and holes, and waited for the firewood just put in to burn out.

"Then, what's the name of the place before birth?" In the corner of the room, her voice was a little hoarse.

After all, he was lying on the bed for such a long time, so he must be sleepy.

Mi Ji thought so, turned around, and saw this thin girl who seemed to be extremely sleepy, trying to open her eyes from time to time, shaking her head.

"Who knows." Mi Ji also shook his little head: "No one remembers what happened before birth, right?"

"Oh." The other party replied simply.

Her gaze turned from the bright red glow in the west outside the window to Mi Ji's side, looking at those crystal clear purple pupils.

"Actually, I noticed it." She pulled up a little more strength and said, "Actually Miss Kaguya is not the Kaguya Hime in that story, right?"

Miji was thinking about what kind of side dishes to prepare, when he heard this sentence, his movements froze suddenly, but then he felt that there was no need to be nervous, so he nodded slightly.

"Ah."

The encounter and story between her and the other party is not the so-called story of Kaguya Hime and this thin girl.

No matter what the name is, it will not change this encounter, let alone spoil the story.

"Sure enough."

Four eyes meet.

The girl on the hospital bed seemed extremely exhausted, her hands drooped weakly, her eyelids closed from time to time, and there was no light in her pupils.

But he was still holding on to his energy, as if he wanted to say a few more words before going to bed.

"Then, what should I call you?" She asked, "Is it 'mi ji'?"

Eh?

Miki blinked.

"Why do you know Miki's name?" The girl was puzzled.

"You said it before." Another short-haired girl replied, but her tone was broken: "At noon, when you left, you said that, I remember."

"Have it……?"

"some."

Mi Ji thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was indeed such a thing. When they looked at each other, they nodded to the other party and admitted the name.

The other party nodded: "Although she is not Kaguya Ji, she is also a celestial being. In short, it is amazing."

The voice became a little weaker, and even the corners of the mouth seemed a bit reluctant.

Miji felt that the other party was already very sleepy, but still had the desire to communicate.

Thinking of putting her to bed after dinner.

However, do people in this era go to bed so early?The sun has just reached the horizon.

"It's not a heavenly being." Mi Ji continued to chat with him.

"What is that?" The other party was not surprised, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

"Well... just ordinary..." The voice stopped on his lips.

It seems that I can no longer be called an ordinary person with the favor of God.

The title of God's Blessed One is a little bit wrong...

Mi Ji let her fingers lightly touch the position of her chin, closed her eyes and thought for a while.

I remember that in several dreams, someone called me a 'witch'.

The name of the apartment where she lives is also Witch's House.

Therefore, this title may be related to Miji.

"Witch." She slowly uttered these two words.

"Witch?" The other party repeated in doubt, with a weak voice.

"Well, a witch who knows magic or curses. Although I don't know any spells, I'm often called that, so just think I'm a witch." The girl nodded.

The fire was dying out.

Thick white smoke rose from the crude wooden pot lid.

Mi Ji lifted the lid of the pot, and the white smoke surged upwards like a bursting cloud, spreading throughout the room.

"Curse, I know what this word means." The girl on the hospital bed sniffed lightly, but her movements were so weak that she lost her voice, and her words became even weaker: "It smells so good, I want to eat it, now..."

"Let's let it cool down for a while." Mi Ji waved his hand, first holding the wooden bowl and placing it beside the pot.

"No, I can't." The other party shook his head: "Even if it's hot, I'm a little sleepy."

"So sleepy?"

"Well, I'm so sleepy, but not yet, it's time to sleep." The sickly girl tried her best to raise her right hand to caress her side face.

The voice gradually weakened, the eyes closed and opened suddenly, but the eyelids were pressed down heavily again.

"Well, well, don't get burned." Miki said, scooping up a portion with a rough iron spoon.

"Hmm..." The voice almost turned into a murmur in a dream. She tried to open her eyes, but there was no focus in her pupils.

After Mi Ji approached with the bowl, he smelled blood mixed with a rotten stench beside the other's bed.

She frowned and looked down.

The source of the smell seemed to be the injured calf of the girl on the bed covered by the thick animal skin.

The short-haired girl held her last breath, said nothing, raised her trembling hands with all her strength, took the dinner, put the wooden bowl to her lips, and poured it slightly into her own mouth, regardless of the burning mouth.

Barely still have the strength to swallow the things in his mouth.

"Hiss, don't be so anxious, it's very hot just out of the pan." Mi Ji reminded.

There was no response from the other party, and they emptied the whole bowl in less than half a minute.

After that, she weakly placed the wooden bowl beside the bed, closed her eyes, and continued to maintain the previous posture leaning against the wooden wall.

"Are you going to sleep?" Mi Ji asked, but the other party didn't respond.

A bad feeling rose in his chest.

This bloody rancid smell always worried her.

Moreover, looking at the girl's sudden loss of power, although one can tell from the trembling in the other party's eyes that she still has some consciousness.

but……

Mi Ji's expression became serious, and he lifted the animal skin covering the opponent's body.

In an instant, this bloody smell of corruption filled Mi Ji's nasal cavity. She was so choked that she coughed twice, rubbed her eyes, and finally saw it.

It turned out that the wound had already become infected into a disgusting withered yellow.

Black lines crawled on the withered yellow pustules, which didn't even have a scab at all, some were just sticky pus like bug body fluids, and there was gray and white skin around the wound.

The broken dregs of medicinal herbs are under the pustule, and the blood plasma has solidified and hidden in the wound.

Fear gradually grew in Mi Ji's heart, but it hadn't turned into action yet.

She saw that the area around the wound suddenly writhed like a living thing, the gray skin suddenly became rosy, the pustules were ruptured and thick water was squeezed out, and the herbs and rotten meat in the cracks of the wound were also squeezed out. Squeeze it out, and it's a lot cleaner.

Even without scabbing, the short-haired girl's wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye just like the protagonist in a superhero movie.

.........

330 [-]. A name from the future

When this kind of special effects-like scene that has only been seen in movies actually appeared in front of Miji.

Although Mi Ji was not too surprised because he had encountered many strange things today, but he still didn't know what to do when he saw this situation.

So the girl with purple hair at night stood quietly beside the bed, silently watching the thin girl's calf wound squeeze out dirt and rotten flesh, and the cracks in the wound slowly closed.

In less than a dozen seconds, the injury on the calf of the thin girl in front of her disappeared, leaving only a blood stain on the surface of her skin.

Although there was still the smell of blood and corruption, Mi Ji didn't pay extra attention to this unpleasant smell at this time.

What happened to cause this to happen?

A bit confused.

However, it should be considered a good thing that such a serious injury recovered within ten seconds?

Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

Miji shook his head, stretched out his hand to pick up the scattered cloth on the bed next to him, and wiped it to prevent blood stains on his calf. During the process of wiping, Miji couldn't feel the trace of the wound before that at all.

Not even a scar remained.

Moreover, Mi Ji could see other parts of the other person's body, the dark places gradually turned into fresh white, the rough and acne-prone skin gradually became smoother, the calluses on the fingers faded, and all kinds of scars, scratches and even moles were on the body. The freckles and uneven sun damage on the face are fading away.

As if he had been reborn, his face became more beautiful.

The strange sense of familiarity before became stronger and stronger.

Miki stared blankly, but still couldn't figure out where this sense of familiarity came from.