The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

Wu is also an extremely rare pure human in the age of gods, but being rare does not mean that there is none. For example, the miko in front of her——

"So, what is a miko? Don't call me that weird way. Can't you just call me by my name?"

Another guy who is almost identical to Reimu claims to be Hakurei. As far as Takeya is concerned, even if this face can add a lot of credibility to him, he will not easily choose to agree with it.

"I came out to take a look because I heard the commotion in trouble. Can we pretend that we have never met each other?"

Seeing Takeya's silent expression, the girl who called herself Hakure shrugged helplessly: "Well, it seems we can't just let things go."

"Aren't you a believer?" Compared to a lifeless believer, Hakurei's character is too lively, so Wuya asked this question.

"Even if I say no, you won't let me go, right? Gods and gods are all like this. Now I'm really in trouble."

Scratching her head, Boli showed an extremely humane wry smile. The next second, bursts of spiritual power dispersed. The spiritual power gushing from her body flowed and gathered in her hands, turning into a red and white ball. shape.

The name and appearance may be fake, but the power is real. It cannot be deceived or wrong. That is——

"Hakurei, Yin-Yang Jade." Wu Ye recognized the Yin-Yang Jade in Hakurei's hand at a glance.

But Hakurei's movements were also paused. She looked at Takeya in surprise: "No way, is it a god with the ability to predict? You actually know the name I just gave it yesterday?"

As he spoke, his cheeks couldn't help but be stained with a layer of crimson. Maybe he felt a little ashamed to be named after himself.

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It seems to be correct.

Wu Ye lowered his guard, and his tense nerves finally had a chance to relax. He removed his threatening eyes and said to Boli, "Please wait, Miss Lingboli, actually, I am also a human being."

".ah?"

I thought it would be troublesome to explain, but I didn't expect that Hakurei's personality was extremely big-headed. A few simple sentences convinced her.

Not only that, I heard from Hakurei that she came from a village where many humans gathered, and she decided to take Takeya there with Miss Eirin.

Although this is a bit inappropriate for Takeya to say, is it really okay to trust others so easily? Putting him aside, Eirin is a real god.

"But we can't just leave her alone, right? She's so seriously injured, she'll die if she's left in the wilderness."

After simply bandaging Eirin's wound, Hakurei erupted with a strong sense of responsibility that was completely different from Reimu. Calling it moral was too one-sided, it was already a saint-level characteristic.

"You're... quite kind?"

"Huh? Why is it an interrogative sentence?"

After the joke, Takeru looked at Miss Eirin who was weak in breathing. He was too embarrassed to trouble Hakurei, a girl, so he could only carry Eirin on his back and follow Hakurei into the depths of the woods.

On the way, Hakurei looked back at Takeya curiously: "Speaking of which, I'm still surprised that there are still lone humans wandering outside."

Wu Ye did not explain anything, but changed the subject and asked: "I should say that I am surprised. There are countries ruled by gods everywhere here. You can actually hide under their noses. It's amazing."

If there was only Hakurei, it could be said to be a coincidence, but a group of humans who were neither believers nor monsters gathered together. It would be really strange if the gods could turn a blind eye.

"It's all thanks to my friend."

Hakurei was very talkative and had nothing to hide from him: "It was impossible for a group of us to hide from the sight of the gods, so she came up with a way."

"any solution?"

"It's a disguise," Hakurei smiled sheepishly: "Although we are human beings, we pretend to be believers."

Wu Ye opened his mouth: "This is really a bold idea. It sounds simple to say, but it must be difficult to implement, right?"

"Actually, it's not too difficult."

Hakurei smiled awkwardly. These methods were all thought up by her friends. Now that she was showing off to Takeya like this, she always felt guilty.

"We just pretended that we had a god to serve, and then gathered together pretending to be believers. You see, aren't there many gods who are very weak themselves? In addition, the location we chose is also very remote, so there is no way Some great god is paying attention to us."

"That's right."

Takeru nodded understandingly: "Are you dressed like a miko just to disguise yourself?"

"So, what exactly is a 'miko'?" Hakurei asked distressedly: "Since just now, you have been saying a lot of things that I don't understand."

"Ah, sorry."

Calculating the time of the Age of Gods, there is a cognitive gap of nearly four thousand years between the two. It is not surprising that there are some communication gaps, but it is too strange that even the miko doesn't know about it, right?

Although he thought so, Takeru still clarified Hakurei's doubts: "Well - how to put it, the so-called miko is a person who serves the gods, collects faith for the gods, is responsible for daily sacrifices, and prays. Believers, right? .”

The conscience of heaven and earth, when Takeru said this, he always had the green hair from Moriya Shrine as the model in his mind. He was too embarrassed to say what kind of virtues the shrine maiden in his own shrine had.

"I see." Boli's eyes lit up and she nodded thoughtfully, lost in thought.

"Hakurei?" Seeing that the other person was dazed and almost bumped into a tree, Takeru stopped him worriedly.

"Uh, it's okay, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted." Boli waved her hands repeatedly to indicate that there was no problem.

At this time, they had walked out of the dense forest and arrived at a slightly wider plain. However, the density of spiritual power in the air here was not high, and there was a faint uncomfortable aura lingering there.

Seeing Takeru frowning, Hakurei showed an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, the atmosphere here is very bad, isn't it?"

"Indeed. But there is no other way." Wu Ye guessed the reason why the other party would choose such a stronghold in such a place after a moment's thought. After all, only such a desolate, dilapidated, and even a little ominous place would not arouse the interest of the gods. .

"There are often dead souls wandering nearby. Those undead souls seem to have a special liking for this place. We are almost there, right in front."

After a few hasty explanations, Hakurei led Takeya across the plain.

Along the way, the surrounding scenery gradually changed, and the withered yellow weeds of the wilderness were gradually replaced by a shocking red, like blood, like fire, and like tea.

As if we have reached the end of the world, the flowers on the other side of the mountains and plains exude a sinking tranquility. They stop the sound of the wind, the chirping of insects, and even time seems to have stopped in its tracks.

In front of the road, there was a lonely hill. As Hakurei stepped onto the decayed stone stairs, the sound of river water seemed to come from both sides. When he raised his head, he saw an old torii gate standing at the end of the stone stairs.

The children's laughter rang in my ears, and the setting sun fell on the dilapidated old wooden house. As night fell, the children who had lit a bonfire were holding hands and singing ancient songs.

With the familiar feeling brought by the unfamiliar picture, Takeya felt like he was pushed. It turned out to be Hakurei. She woke up Takeya who had fallen into a sluggish state and led him into the picturesque world.

Inadvertently, a wisp of breeze drifted by, and the flowers blooming quietly at the foot of the mountain swayed, like a bloody torrent, drowning the way home.