People in hell, boss four seasons

"Cuixiang didn't know where she went today, I hope nothing will happen."

Boli turned her head to look out of the window, only to see crystal clear snowflakes falling slowly.

"It should be going back to the ground, after all, it is the big monster of the old hell, and I always want to go back and have a look."

Rumia is still wearing a black and white dress, which is essentially a monster formed by darkness and human nature. The cold is meaningless to her.

"The snow fell early enough this year..."

It is more than a month earlier than last year.

Miko has a very keen sense of smell for mutations.

"I don't know what bad things happened outside."

She calmly attributed the anomalies of the seasons to external causes.

The little witch came to her senses at some point, and tried to grab the roasted sweet potato on the other side of the table with her newly learned spell.

These sweet potatoes are presented to the shrine by the autumn sisters at the end of autumn. In the cold season, roasted sweet potatoes are undoubtedly the best heating ingredients.

The steaming sweet potato floated slightly in the air, and then fell quickly. After repeating this many times, Reimu gradually got the hang of it, and moved the sweet potato smoothly to a place within the reach of his little hands.

For Xiao Lingmeng, who is just learning spiritual power, this performance is undoubtedly excellent. It can be seen that even though she knows that she has the talent that Hakurei Miko has always had, she has not slack off her spiritual power practice.

"It looks like Reimu is really working hard."

Rumia watched with some amusement as the little girl struggled to peel off the crimson skin, and tentatively chewed the hot-smelling pulp in her mouth.

"Speaking of which, the witch in the magic forest also accepted a disciple."

This is a rumor that Rumia heard from people. Although it was eventually denied by the Hirada family, to the youkai who knew the inside story, it was no secret that the puppet envoy took the little girl from the Kirisame family.

"Is Lingmeng interested in getting to know that cute girl? It is said that she is also a talented magic practitioner!"

I usually don't mention related things, but as the girl grows up, it is a bit worrying that there are always no friends of the same age.

"Ok?"

Little Lingmeng seemed to have just reacted.

"A friend who is as powerful as Reimu?"

Little Lingmeng's eyes flickered with anticipation.

For various reasons, little Reimu is not popular among people. Hakurei Miko is able to protect the safety of the people, but instead is feared and rejected by people. The adults in the village use various reasons to avoid contact with their children and little witches. This is why Reimu seldom goes to the people.

"It's a friend Reimu knew before!"

Even though the ancestors tried every means to get rid of the relationship with the mysterious magic, fate made this declining magic family rekindle the light in the hands of a girl named Kirisame Marisa.

"I guess...that must be Marisa!"

This is one of the few friends that Xiao Lingmeng has among humans.

"Sister Xiao Ling is the woman who will inherit Ayana Temple. Only Marisa can touch things like magic!"

Little Reimu vaguely remembered that Marisa's house opened a shop for magic props, which is why the father was willing to let his daughter make friends with the little witch at Hakurei Shrine.

The shrine was lit with flickering lights, and the girl's silver bell-like laughter could be faintly heard.

Chapter 2 The Man Between Life and Death

Unlike the completely idle shrine, the work of the right and wrong hall will not stop because of the arrival of winter. The number of undead not only has not decreased, but has also increased due to the cold climate.

"Ai Lei is still as energetic as ever!"

Bringing the last batch of undead on hand to the judgment platform in the right and wrong hall, Wen Yao rarely stopped to look at the girl in front of him.

Compared with the lifelessness in the Hades, the bright and beautiful girls now may be able to bring out the beauty of the "flowers of the Hades".

"It's just that this kind of work is really interesting, and it will probably not be boring in the next few decades."

This kind of work attitude is probably very recognized by Lord Siji. Wen Yao silently praised the goddess in front of him. Compared with the boring underworld, being able to listen to the experiences of these undead is probably something that girls have never imagined.

The next job was taken over by Anna. When Wen Yao left from the main entrance, he glanced at the undead lined up. Among them, the undead at the end had a full evil spirit and an uncomfortable atmosphere. His body seemed to be on the borderline between life and death. The broken armor was engraved with countless cut scars, and one of the most striking scars had penetrated the armor, leaving behind a scorching aura that was hard to dissipate. I hadn't noticed this strange individual among the undead before. Only after examining did they discover the strangeness of the undead in the team.

This kind of dress reminded Wen Yao of his experience in Yanan City, but since the undead was extradited by the god of death, Wen Yao did not intend to pursue the twists and turns for the time being, and kept an extra mind, Wen Yao continued to walk outside, not paying attention to the other party's following eyes.

"Anna really came on time."

The little girl with the scythe looked like a death-ghost. This was the first month the girl took over the job.

Restraining power only reclaims Medusa as the demon god, and allows Wen Yao to take the young girl Anna out of the world. Of course, for Rumia, Anna is just Anna, and she is not the same goddess as the goddess encountered in the Blood Temple.

"Senior Wen Yao also spoke very energetically."

The purple-haired girl tilted her head and smiled softly.

"Anna is just hoping to find something to do... It would be even better if she could meet sister Rumia."

When winter is over, she can still see Rumia. For a lonely girl, nothing is more satisfying.

Watching the boat row to the other side, Wen Yao's gaze no longer stayed here, and he didn't want to go to Gensokyo in winter to experience the cold storm, so he made up his mind not to leave Zhongyouzhidao, and at most he would just hang out in the ghost market.

"Master Siji seems to be free recently?"

Seeing the four seasons in the room more and more times, if not knowing that his lord has no plans to retire, Wen Yao almost thought that the four seasons had reached the age to retire.

"Because Ms. Alley is taking over the job, her enthusiasm for Yan Mo's career is much greater than I imagined."

This is why Siji is happy to hand over the work.

Putting the information about void creatures in his hand on the table, the expression of the four seasons is slightly relaxed.

"Tracing back those void lives is not an easy task. Fortunately, I haven't been distracted by too many trivial matters recently. This is thanks to Ailei who helped me share the pressure."

In the room, Siji Anran sat on Wen Yao's lap, and the two chatted intimately, without the slightest impression that something was wrong.

The warm atmosphere hadn't lasted long before the harsh alarm broke the calm.

"Huh? It seems that there is something wrong with the right and wrong hall."

The alarm came from the direction of the right and wrong hall, and Wen Yao's intuition had something to do with the mysterious "dead soul" he had noticed before.

Wen Yao has no doubt that this Santu River, whose origin and end are unknown, can always bring different surprises to life.

……

The fire is about to go out, but Wang Ying is nowhere to be seen...

When Ashes woke up again from the samsara, what greeted his eyes was not the familiar sacrificial ground, but a gentle river.

The river water corroded his remnant body, and the burning scar on his chest was vividly visible.

There is no doubt that this is a whole new world.

Chapter 2 Warriors against the Abyss

"Vitality is mixed with a deep sense of death, you can't see the past, and you can't see the future..."

Wen Yao pondered, and turned to look at the four seasons beside him.

Obsession and mission drive Ashes to reincarnate again and again, causing miracles with pure faith, relying on the accumulated strength to wield the heavy sword, even if the armor has long been dilapidated, as long as this body is still blessed with immortality, he can find that slight possibility of victory from countless battles.

"Sure enough, another strange guest."

Wen Yao judged like this.

"What do you think, Lord Four Seasons?"

The gathered Yan Mo dispersed early. For this kind of strange outsider, the god of death and Yan Mo in the right and wrong hall are no strangers to it. Such things will basically be coordinated and resolved by the four seasons, which has basically become the consensus of most Yan Mo.

Ashes has not responded positively so far, but just maintains a standing posture, as if staring at the distant void.

"Goodness and sin are intertwined, gods and demons coexist..."

Such an appearance made Siji think of the scene when he first met Wen Yao, but at that time he was unable to make a judgment because of Wen Yao's overly shining kindness, which also made the following things logical. , the existence in front of him is undoubtedly a very complicated individual, and even forcibly rejected the will of hell when Ai Lei tried to judge, which is why the warning bell was rung.

The magic props commissioned by the kappa will sound the whistle to warn when encountering some special situations. After Yakumozi forced his way into the right and wrong, it has been hung somewhere on the judgment platform. However, since then, there have been no more daring monsters breaking into hell, so this bell seems somewhat useless.

"The unreasonable big monster found a loophole in the right and wrong hall at that time, and Yan Mo, who was working that day, was not her opponent..."

The unreasonable big monster is naturally Yakumo Zi, which is why Shiji Yingji doesn't like this monster sage very much.

Although I don't know the follow-up, judging from the attitude of the four seasons, on the issue of the original Hakurei Miko, the Right and Wrong Hall did reach some deals and compromises with Yakumo Zi.

The imprint of the Santu River flowing on the man's body still remains, but there is no serious corrosion, which is enough to prove that the "person" in front of him is not a normal existence.

"The river water of Santuchuan, even if the gods enter rashly, they cannot retreat completely..."

The man in front of him just raised his eyes slightly, but still had no intention of talking.

"Your Excellency's sudden appearance here is really hard to keep us from being curious."

"God..."

When mentioning the gods, the silent man finally responded.

"Whether it continues the afterglow of the first fire, or cools down to the last ashes...the ending has never changed..."

"First fire? Ashes?"

Dismantling open-minded characters is obviously easy to understand, but connecting them into a string becomes an incomprehensible sentence.

"Looks like it should be a story from another world."

Different worlds are incomprehensible to each other, just like King Gilgamesh's request but he didn't expect to encounter the evil beast of man, a terrible monster blackened from the mythical Creator Goddess, the man in front of him seemed to come from a more chaotic and disordered world.

The battle armor covered with scars, and the vicissitudes of the face, the unknown power flows in the blood, exuding a scorching breath.

"I can feel that the abyss is slowly eroding this world, but you don't seem to be aware of this urgent crisis."

The man's gaze was always looking in the direction of the chaotic hell, talking about a conversation that had nothing to do with his identity.

"abyss?"

Wen Yao probably had a guess.

"If you're referring to the chaotic atmosphere, I don't think there's anything to worry about."

The chaos of bone maggots may be an irreparable trauma to the world of Ashes, but for Gensokyo...

"The place where your Excellency stands now was once also the soil of what you called 'the abyss'."

The Hall of Right and Wrong was created from scratch, and the first generation of Yan Mo forcibly opened up a pure land of order from the chaotic atmosphere. This is obviously unimaginable in the world of Ashes.

"Can the abyss be dispelled?"

Ashes fell into doubt. In that world where magic and spells are intertwined, where miracles and combat skills prosper, even the most elite fighters can hardly resist the erosion of the abyss. Avoiding its influence when facing those abyss creations countless times.

"No, that's not the complete abyss..."

The soldier murmured, denying his conjecture again.

"Without humanity, the abyss is not the abyss."

Only the abyss that combines darkness, chaos, and humanity can give birth to its own will and penetrate that riddled world in various ways.

Ashes began to seriously look at the unknown "person" and "monster" in front of him.

He could feel the faint divinity from the girl. Unlike the protoss and legendary gods he had encountered, the girl's divinity would not obscure her own radiance, and carried the responsibility of distinguishing good from evil. A law-enforcer who practiced justice did not rely on the power of blood to spread, but only relied on her own understanding of the laws to be recognized by the will of the world.

The man on the other side is a guy who can't see through Ashes at all. He seems to be just an ordinary human being, but his keen fighting consciousness tells him that this man may have the power no less than those who created the world.

It's a strange world.

Ashes thought so.

"I don't have a name, you can call me Ashes."

The person in front of him should know his origin.

Maybe he once had a name, but time and reincarnation have worn away that part of the memory. From the moment the grave of the dead stood up again, he was just an undead to fulfill his mission, a warrior fighting against the abyss, trying to make that collapsed world continue to "live" a little longer.

This is a completely different world, and his eyes are burning with fire.

A world that has not been eroded by the abyss, and can even repel chaos and darkness, he hopes to find a way to save that world from here, let the "fire" burn a little longer, and only bring a moment of light, this is not what he wants Yes, and to end that painful reincarnation, he needs help from outside the world.

"Please tell me your names, strong men from another world."

"Wen Yao, an ordinary human being, is now the god of death here."

After introducing himself, Wen Yao turned slightly.