Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

As one of the insiders, Yakumolan is very aware of what terrifying secrets are hidden in the conversation between the owner and Yakui Eirin. If it is revealed one day, I am afraid it will be even more frightening than today. Disaster.

Back in the room, Yakumo Zi leaned back on the bench, her lazy pupils seemed to have lost their focus, half-dangling looking at the messy Gensokyo across the gap, a little tired in her godless eyes. .

The establishment of a lie requires countless lies to conceal its truth. Yakumo Zi has long been incapable of telling the truth, and it is full of nonsense.

In the end, Bayi Yonglin was tied to the chariot by her, using lies.

Thinking of this, the irony at the corner of her mouth could not help but a little more self-deprecating meaning in it: "Sure enough, we have never been good people."

Half of her body fell on the bench, her long golden hair slid down to the ground, like a puppet with a broken thread, Yakumo Zi lay down quietly, her hands falling casually.

In the quiet space, only the two small suns opposite the gap were still shining silently, but Yakumozi turned a blind eye.

Staring into the dark void, Yakumo Zi suddenly said, "Hey, are you friends like this?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

The red and white maiden obeyed and drifted past her eyes, with a relaxed smile, Lumeng sat on the ground with her back on the bench, turned her head and looked at Yakumo Zi mockingly, and said, "Why, are you this age? Maiden."

"We're going to be angry anymore," Yakumo Zi said with an angry stare, "Women's age is not something that a kid like you can use as a talkative."

"Haha, aren't you very energetic?" Lu Meng smiled heartily: "Your face just now looks better than someone robbed your wallet."

"Cai fan," Yakumo Zi said angrily: "A guy like you is actually a witch, and we are still dubious about this. Shouldn't you use that shrine to cheat money yourself?"

"What? If I want to cheat money, how can I run this shrine that doesn't even know who the god is?"

Lumeng snorted disdainfully, then paused for a while and asked: "What were you talking about just now? What do you mean by my friend?"

"Well..." Yakumozi's expression was a bit sly, she said in a rare embarrassment: "I just met a troublesome guy, Yorin Bayi, do you know it?"

"Oh, that rich man, what's wrong?"

"No, I'm a little embarrassed to say that I lied to her again, or in your name."

"what?"

Lei Meng was a little unclear, so she froze for a moment, and then suddenly said seriously: "Zi, you guy...Did you borrow money from her in my name?"

"No way! Are we so bored?!"

"Have."

"..."

Hearing Lumeng's answer without hesitation, Yakumo Zi's face turned black in an instant. She stretched out her hand to grab the opponent's cheek and pulled it to both sides: "Lumeng-chan, we didn't seem to hear it clearly just now, please say it again.

"Don't pull my face, jerk! It will turn into a pie, it hurts, it hurts—! Yes, I'm sorry! I was wrong.

It wasn't until Lumeng opened her mouth to beg Yakumozi for her to let her go, and touched her red cheeks, she pulled back to the original topic with some depression: "So, what did you say to her in my name?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal. To blame, you can only blame the fool for imagining that without authorization.

Yakumo Zi smiled and said, "That guy seems to have confused you and Yuko."

"Me and Yuko?"

"Yes, we told her a little bit about Yuko, so she preconceived that the friend I was talking about was actually you."

"...So what's the matter?"

"She asked if we wanted to resurrect that dead friend," Yakumo Zihu said with a serious face: "Yu Meng, do you know? Yuko is dead."

"Ah, I know." Lumeng's expression dimmed a little.

"Yuzi was buried under the Westward Demon by Demon Ji, but we were the one who killed her."

The corners of Yakumo Zi's mouth were raised high, but Lumeng felt that she was trying to swallow her tears back.

"At that time, we... there is no other way but to kill her."

Yakumo Zi lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "For the dream of all of us."

Lumeng watched Yakumozi say nothing, but put his hands behind his head, listening to the other party's self-talk.

"You said Yuko would blame us?"

"Who knows, but I want to blame you for her temperament, I would have crawled out of the grave by myself."

"Haha, that's what I said."

Yakumozi's expression brightened for a moment, but it soon darkened again. The curvature of her mouth did not change, but the expression in her eyes began to drift away with this unowned breeze.

"Now, Lumeng, if one day, we did the same thing to you, would you blame us?"

"What do you mean?" Lu Meng said indifferently.

"Gensokyo," Yakumo Zi hesitated, and said, "Another enchantment in Gensokyo needs your spiritual power."

"Only spiritual power?"

"...And soul."

After saying this, Yakumo Zi seemed to be emptied of all strength, and even the frowned brows seemed very weak.

"Don't worry," Lu Meng smiled and stretched out his hand to smooth the traces between Yakumo's purple eyebrows: "This is the path I chose."

I don’t know if it’s happy or sad. Yakumo Zi suddenly felt a bit sore in her nose. She persistently asked, "If you choose this way, then you will no longer be a human and you will not become a monster. Until then, I can only wander forever in the world of nothingness..."

Lu Meng gently pressed Yakumo Zi's lips with her fingers, and smiled faintly: "I said it, it was my choice."

"...Let's just ask."

Yakumo Zi gently moved Raimeng's hand: "We are the one who found you, and we are also the one who told you the plan to establish Gensokyo. It is we who asked you to do this kind of thing, so you can be regarded as our own hands. Killed, so we just want to ask, would you blame us?"

"You think too much, Zi, that dream is the dream of all of us, whether I or Yuko, everyone makes their own choices." Meng said that she stood up and seemed to leave.

"But...!" Yakumo Zi pulled her anxiously.

"No but," Lu Meng once again blocked Yakumo Zi's words, and then suddenly smiled and shrugged: "Furthermore, is it too late to say these things now?"

"Eh?"

Yakumo Zi was stunned, and looked at Lumeng with some uncertainty.

"Have you forgotten?" Lumeng smiled and pointed to herself: "I, I'm already dead, Zi."

"!"