Chinese Almanac Master

The life created by the calendar should never have passed away, but precisely because it is as fragile as paper, once it is harmed by external forces, it will be completely broken. Levine novel.

The pain of being torn apart almost transcends most of the pain in the world, so it shouldn't have happened to a young child, and now this cruel and even dehumanizing thing is happening in front of the eyes, so much so that many of the gods who used to shrink and nap in their calendars all the time face to face each other, poking their heads out of the calendar and looking at the stillness.

“I... I haven't seen 12 these days, so I couldn't help but think about him. Today I heard that he was at work. I wanted to come out and take a sneak peek at him, and I heard 12 crying... I thought the child cried when he smashed the bowl while washing the dishes for the historian, but as soon as he came out, I saw a lot of blood on the ground... 12 lying on the ground, not moving... only... only... New Year's Eve King was there, but also covered in blood...”

In a cloth, a pale middle-aged woman whispered low and low, her voice filled with fear and fear, as if the next second was going to cry, as if it were an ordinary underlying calendar god, this calendar-god named Junior Ninth and Junior Ninth have always been close and close. Normally, the twelve would also call the woman an innocent call of Junior Ninth Mother, and now the twelve tragic deaths are obviously even more unacceptable for Junior Ninth, who sees him as a parent.

Early nine almost emotional breakdown when she just held the twelve icy shells, as the day approaching the twelve, she also hurriedly cried out for the cold food and flowers in the calendar, but when faced with the twelve bloody smells and already lost sight of the whole house, the cold food and flowers didn't even have time to figure out what was going on, they learned something from the mouth of the ninth year that was unacceptable to all.

“It was New Year's Eve when the King went mad and killed 12!! That's him!! He's got blood all over his hands.... that's him, that's him... that's what he did...”

The tearful first nine times complained about the evil of New Year's Eve, cold food and flowers were not good to listen to, but there was some daring to believe that, after all, with their knowledge of New Year's Eve, he could never have done such horrible and cruel things.

At this moment, the twelve broken souls have been collected in the sleeves of the clothes. On New Year's Eve, he still sits in that fatigued position against the wall. He has been silent since the beginning, listening to all kinds of accusations and outrages made by Hatsumi against himself. Strangely, no matter what the outside world makes, he seems to hear nothing. He only sits with his hands on his bloody arm and does not move.

“Chu Jiu, tell me honestly, did you really see New Year's Eve King kill 12...”

The sound of cold food seemed to be pressed under the tip of his tongue, low with some chills. When he closed his eyes and looked at people, he had the nerve to say harshness and majesty. When he heard this phrase, he shrunk his lower shoulder. When he heard it, Hana looked at New Year's Eve not far from his eyes with some complicated eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded at the place without hesitation, and then shouted with red eyes.

“I really saw it!! That's New Year's Eve, that's him! Why do you ask me over and over again? You think I'm lying? Just because New Year's Eve King is a high priest, can he be pardoned for anything... but 12 is dead... my 12 is dead... I only have one twelve, only one son..."

When he said tears, he couldn't help but fall down. Hatsumomo opened his teeth with a palm full of blood, half sad, half hateful.

“The Twelve Old Men used to say to me that New Year's Eve King was a good god, and I thought he was right! I rarely see New Year's Eve King with the Twelve! But we all believe him! This child is not smart, so it is destined to be a mediocre calendar, but he is good, he is filial to me, he works hard to help the mortal people, but why is such a good child still dead!! Just because he deserves to die!! Then why don't you die on New Year's Eve!! Why do you want to hurt people everywhere? ”

Speaking of the last sentence, the first nine turned her head forcefully to the side of New Year's Eve, and her words finally gave the Red Goddess some emotional response, but after a severe cough, New Year's Eve was just a faint voice that was almost inaudible and slowly opened her mouth.

“I didn't kill him...”

Such an explanation is obviously pale and powerless. The face of New Year's Eve seemed tired and seemed to run out of strength to even say a word. The goddess of the calendar was angry and shouted and the gesture was close to the ground on New Year's Eve. The flowers on the side hurried forward to try to stop her, but at this time, the calendar suddenly flashed a light to stop the flower dynasty, the flowers toward his body, the black dress of the Middle Festival had stood in front of him in cold blood, and at the same time, Hatsumi, who had no one to stop, had slapped him severely on the face of New Year's Eve.

“You evil bastard! What are you qualified to be a god!! You give me back my twelve... give it back!! ”

Describing the wretched Junior Nine collapsed, his face cried out, the flowers jumped in shock and wanted to drag away some of the emotional Junior Nine, but the beaten New Year's Eve did not react in any way as expected, instead, he looked at the flowers with red eyes at this moment, and repeated,

“I didn't kill him. ”

Speaking flowers glanced back at him without saying a word, there was some struggle in his heart, he felt that this guy was trying to explain it to himself as a friend, but such a clumsy explanation obviously no one would believe him, his red robe has been completely stained red, his face is cold and white can not speak woefully, even in the past with the vicious evil kill, the arrogant New Year's Eve King is not as wolfish as today, and such a New Year's Eve can be called... pathetic.

“The words of the ninth year are not without credibility. If it is true that New Year's Eve King has committed sin, you and I cannot easily relieve him, then I will hold him with divine force first, lest things happen again. Otherwise, let the master come back and make a decision. How about that? ”

The Chinese dollar seemed to disgust the attitude towards New Year's Eve. Today's event not only inspired most of the underlying calendars, but also forced them to come out to maintain the situation on these traditional festivals. He always admitted that the facts were irrelevant, and naturally he would not have the slightest courtesy for the New Year's Eve when sins were actually committed.

Thus, he had confined the New Year's Eve plain with his own divine power, and the black fiery line wrapped around New Year's Eve's neck, tethered his entire body like a prisoner. That force even forced New Year's Eve to fall on his knees and gasped wolfully, and the flower frowned unhappily at the sight just to speak, and Zhongyuan had looked at him with no expression.

“Hana Dynasty, why do you have such useless sympathy? New Year's Eve King, if you want to kill someone, no one here can escape. I'm just trying to save my life. ”

This statement is somewhat excessive. Cold food and flowers are heavy at the same time. Obviously, there are other opinions on this. After all, there are things that are often covered in evil on New Year's Eve, but rarely really hurt people. His tolerance and love for children has been the same since a thousand years ago. Even now, it has never changed. However, it is impossible for Hatsumomo to lie about such things. There will be no evil in the world that can easily kill the Calendar God under their eyes...

As such, it inevitably caused a little shake in the heart. The eyes of the cold food complex doubts fell on New Year's Eve, hoping that he could quickly say something to prove his innocence. Yet the face of New Year's Eve was always so pale and gloomy, and his hands lined with blood became scary. This made the cold food flowers present towards the thirteenth year of Middle Age have some subconscious fear. Yearly calendars also conveyed the voices of the calendar gods stealing whispers, and just when the atmosphere was obviously a little stiff, he always looked indiffer, and there were not many emotions revealed on New Year's Eve suddenly raised his eyes to the door with an unspeakable look.

With a little hesitation and a little panic, as if all the cold just now was just a fragile shell, when touched by the person who was about to come outside the door, it broke, accompanied by this emotional shake, the door was finally opened, and when that familiar breath came, Xiao Nan candles from outside and Qingming had appeared in New Year's Eve's sight.

“Experience -”

The several gods standing respectfully saluted Xiao Nan candle, hurried back Xiao Nan candle color uncertain after entering the door just watched the undried blood not talk, calm face Qing Ming Festival smelled the smell of blood and looked at the cold food with closed sleeves, obviously he had guessed what had just happened, he looked at New Year's Eve with incredible eyes and had no idea what to say, at the same time, the shady Xiao Nan candle had slowly walked to the front of the New Year's Eve trapped on the ground by the Neutral.

The peach blossom in his sleeve was still faintly sweet, but Xiao Nan's candle was no longer in the mood to give it to anyone. He felt that his heart had been cut open with twelve brutally murdered mouths. No matter how he convinced himself to believe that the miserable wolf in front of him looked like a trapped man, the questions and suspicions that haunted him for so long or all of a sudden sprung up.

The disappearance of the painting, the anomalies of the New Year's Eve period, and the breakthroughs that have been kept under constant pressure.

“I should have thought of it... but I wasn't even aware of you before. ”

Xiao Nan candle with the sound of disappointment and self-ridicule made his body tremble uncontrollably on New Year's Eve. For the first time, a man standing stiff watched his emotional excitement, but did not move. The confinement technique imposed by Zhongyuan confined New Year's Eve movement to a very small space. At this moment, his eyes stared red red red at his palm, but instead he did not have the courage to look up at Xiaonan candle's expression. His heart was cramped and his pain shrunk for a time, and the reason was... he knew that his most fearful thing still happened.

It's not Junior Nine who doesn't want to believe it, or Hanaka who doesn't want to believe it, but even Xiao Nan Candle... who doesn't want to believe he didn't kill 12.

“I didn't... I didn't...”

With a voice so weak that he could barely hear himself, he opened his mouth, the tears of New Year's Eve continued to flow down the orbit, and a painful whimper covered the sound that should have been made in his throat. The guilt of being forced to kill the twelve in his heart, the fear of being disgusted by his loved ones, the sadness and helplessness of being excluded by all, drowned his whole body instantly, while the malicious laughter at the bottom of his heart was still transmitted for a while.

……

[New Year's Eve, do you hear me?

[Nobody even wants to believe you.

[Your historian is just an ordinary person, and ordinary people never trust their eyes.

[So, just listen to me.

Hurry

Go to hell.

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