sinovels Chapter 42 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
Chapter 42 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
You can't see what you see, and you can't see what you can't see.
Dogs bark, people listen; trees grow, people die.
smoke, heart, tell
What is it all about?
Stubbornness, resentment, anger, jealousy, lies.
no one can...
"Don't you recognize me, Mr. Samurai?" The wizard, no, said the strangely dressed drug dealer I met outside the courtyard before, and took off the note stuck on Sanada Shinzo's forehead.
The yellowish-brown paper, with its trimmed edges, was painted with strange patterns of cinnabar, like a charm, like an open eye.
"It's you." Sanada Shinzo came back to his senses, and the faded memories were revived and matched, with a strange sense of dislocation.He blinked, as if he had just woken up.
"What is this?" The samurai noticed the talisman paper in the hands of the drug seller, and the strange feeling as if he was asleep just now came to his heart again, as if he had finally found his home. It was quiet and peaceful, and made people's soul no longer restless. , as if Homo sapiens glimpsed the truth and fell asleep with all the answers in his arms.
But compared to the peace of mind at that time, thinking about it now feels a bit weird.Like bewitching, does that ethereal and wonderful feeling really exist?Isn't it really hypocritical honey?
I don't know, Sanada Shinzo's heart is full of doubts and irritability caused by doubts.
"You know, drug seller, what was just now?"
"It's a monster... probably." The young man who sold the medicine hesitated a little.
"Monster?" Sanada Shinzo picked up the scattered soil on the ground and crushed it with his fingertips. The fine black soil foam stuck to his fingertips, highlighting his fingerprints.
"That kind of thing is really impossible for human beings." Said the samurai, patting the dirt off his fingertips, looking around, the wooden houses are old and outdated, exuding decay that cannot be concealed, behind the dust in the dark corners, there seems to be flickering The greedy eyes of ghosts and gods.
"Does it have anything to do with this place? What exactly is this place?"
The medicine seller didn't speak, but put the talisman into the medicine box on his own.
The samurai didn't speak, just inspecting the old mansion by himself.
"Why are you here? It's not a good habit to come uninvited, especially visiting a house with only women in the middle of the night." The samurai opened his mouth, but he looked at the drug seller without reproach, just looking calmly Then he put everything in order.
"Are all the monsters in that medicine box?" The samurai stared straight at the wooden box with strange patterns. "Are all the 'medicines' you sell?"
"No, it's just some common medicine." The medicine seller said, and opened a drawer, revealing the folk medicine with the words 'painless medicine' printed on it in simple packaging.
Foolish customs sneered harshly at the warrior.
"Are you kidding me!" The samurai suddenly got angry, pulled out the side of the side of the yokesashi and laid it on the medicine seller's neck, and pulled the collar of the other's flamboyant kimono with one hand.
His face was very close to that of the drug seller, so close that Sanada Shinzo could clearly see the reflection of his own eyes reflected in the wizard's blue eyes, black, angry, anxious, and fearful.
"Who are you? Can you see it!"
The samurai's eyes were sharp, pressing for an answer, an answer that would calm his seething mind.
"I'm just a drug seller."
The samurai glared at the drug seller, and the other's obviously perfunctory answer made him feel being played and calculated.His eyes were blinded, his mind pulled, his actions captured by another mind.
He wanted to pass the knife a little further, insert the blade into the young man's white neck, let his blood flow down the blade, drip on the tatami, seep into the grain of the wooden floor, and finally melt in the wet in the soil.
"I can't see anything."
The samurai was stunned, and suddenly let go of his hand. The anger and unwillingness in his heart disappeared completely. He sat on the ground slumped, looking at the 'painless medicine' in the medicine man's medicine box and muttering to himself.
"Really, you can't see it either, that's really good luck."
'Kaba' The sound of the medicine box closing brought the samurai back from his messy thoughts, and his black eyes looked at the flamboyantly dressed medicine seller blankly.
"You need to take a break." The drug seller lit a stick of requiem incense, and knelt quietly beside him.
Sanada Shinzo suddenly felt drowsy, his eyelids became heavy, the chaotic and complicated memories were forcibly settled, and his thoughts finally became clean.
"Go to sleep."
He heard the sorcerer's hypnotism, so he closed his eyes.
"So, what does the guest want to know?"
Sanada Nobuzo suddenly woke up from his memories, and found that he had stepped into the small pavilion of Onmyoji. There was a screen between him and Onmyoji, and the voice of Onmyoji, aged and hoarse like burning paper, came from behind the screen. .
Sanada Nobuzo opened his mouth, but the words he wanted to ask were swallowed.
"I think, I want to know about the people I'm staying with."
"It's not the guest's job to pry into the owner's secrets."
"It's just about the unthinkable. I'm not curious about other things."
"Ok."
The voice of the onmyoji came from behind the screen, a low hoarse voice chanting some inarticulate incantations, accompanied by the sound of objects colliding and rubbing against the table.
The light in the house is dim, and the only sunlight comes in from a paper window through the white paper. There are knotted ropes hanging from the top of the roof. Everything is mysterious and awe-inspiring.
"Weird." The Onmyoji said, and the noisy voice disappeared.
"what?"
"It's strange, do evil."
'Ding bell', a ringing sound came from the dim room.
"Someone is being targeted, a woman." Onmyoji read out the predicted result word by word.
"Is there a solution?" The figure of the lady suddenly appeared in front of the warrior, so he couldn't help asking urgently.
"Dog, it can be saved."
"What kind of dog? Where is the dog? How to save it?"
The onmyoji didn't speak, and the house became silent again, only the knotted ropes hanging from the roof were left, whether they were blown by the wind and made regular rustling sounds.
Sanada Shinzo suddenly felt that everything was full of doubts, and everything that happened in this world was far beyond his cognition, be it the barren mansion, the sudden barking of dogs, or the creepy tree transformation, and that The unpredictable drug seller, all these monsters and human hearts made him feel puzzled.
In the end what happened?What happened in that mansion?Is what I seek here?
How do I do it?wait?save?
"Can I ask another question?" Sanada Shinzo asked again.
"Do you know what I'm looking for?"
The aged onmyoji was silent for a while, and the smell of burning incense came from behind the screen, and a wisp of smoke came out from behind the screen, wrapped around the warrior, and spread upwards round and round.
"Close at hand."
"Can I see your eyes?"
"...please."
Sanada Shinzo walked around the screen with the Tale of Genji painted on it, and saw the one-eyed Onmyoji behind the screen.
The old man hunched over and knelt, his clothes were clean but could not conceal his old age, his hair was the unique gray color of the old man, and his right eye was wrapped in a strip of cloth.Hearing the sound, the Onmyouji turned his head, looked up at the warrior from bottom to top, and met his eyes.
What kind of eye is that?Sanada Nobuzo could not answer.He only felt that the eye was cloudy and dazed.
The whites of the eyes are cloudy, with light-colored yellow spots, and covered with small and messy red bloodshot eyes. The pupils are black-gray, without focal length, without brilliance. They just reflect the figure of the warrior in a daze, and reflect everything in a daze. A world of black and gray.
Sanada Shinzo hesitated. He was not sure whether what he saw with such eyes was a true prophecy, and he was even less sure whether it was a good thing to act according to such a prophecy. Rather, he did not know any of his actions. Is it a good thing.
But there is no way, he still has to stay here until he finds what the witch needs.
Sanada Nobuzo sighed, turned and left the small pavilion of Onmyoji.
The samurai walked out of the dark room, the midday sun outside the house dazzled him for a moment, he raised his hand to cover the sunlight that shot into his eyes, and the rest got into his collar to disperse the smoke that had just stained the room Smoked.
Sanada Shinzo suddenly remembered the eyes of the drug seller he saw last night, which was different from the cloudy, confused and lifeless eyes of the onmyoji just now, they were transparent, beautiful and magical eyes, cold and clear, Eyes like the texture of ice.
Maybe that mysterious medicine man could really see something, if not all of it.
But who knows?The samurai suddenly lost his premonitions and intuitions.
"fraud."
The samurai's hand dropped slightly.
The author has something to say: What is the secret of Fujiwara house?What is the sudden barking?What is it that turns people into dead trees?
Are Onmyoji's words credible or not?
What exactly did the drug seller's eyes see?
wait.
(The frequency after the sudden update of x will probably be every other day.
Take a look at the outline I scribbled on the paper earlier...what the hell is different! (Wait until I finish writing a piece of Tucao
I'm really not suitable for outlines (cover face
I think Yakuro's eyes are a little bit prettier
the above)