Greedy Wolf Star turned into a peach blossom. It became the master of disaster and fortune.
Slowly opening his eyes, Windchaser had an indescribable feeling. It felt as though he had gone through eternity, spanning thousands of years. He was like the stars in the sky, looking at the vicissitudes of life in the world.
When his consciousness gradually recovered, this wonderful feeling also faded like a tide. Only a desolate feeling remained in his heart, and he seemed to have forgotten anything.
With Inuyasha’s body standing up again, Windchaser had a strange feeling as if he could leave this body at any time and then return to his original body.
It was not just soul-crossing between two different bodies, but crossing the distance between two worlds.
Windchaser felt that he was a little different, but there was no way to explain it. It seemed he had grown up a lot in an instant. Everything felt different for him. He even felt that he was naive in the past.
But he could vaguely remember his thrill as the free Windchaser who liked to stand on the roof of the building, open his hands, looking at the city, and dream of flying freely.
So he waved his hand. Inuyasha’s fingers ejected sharp nails, scratched gently at the air.
As if cutting a thin layer of gauze, a small crack appeared in front of Windchaser. He stretched out his hands again and then utilized all his strength to tear the crack open.
Although it was tough, he managed to open a crack that could allow him to slip into it in the end.
Handmaid fed the rice soup into Chizuko Nagato’s mouth, but the creamy-white rice soup slipped off her pink cheeks. Nagato didn’t swallow it but instead let the rice soup overflow from her lips.
The temporary handmaid did not take the matter seriously. She didn’t intend to wipe it for Chizuko Nagato after seeing this. The maid just kept feeding her with a spoon.
The ritual day was a big annual event in Unripe Rice Village. In this small village, it was one of the few lively days where people could feel the beauty of life.
Handmaid was dissatisfied with being arranged to stay here at this time.
Axiu said that everything here had not changed. Even the quilt she was using at that moment was the one used by Haru Narukami before.
Chizuko Nagato sat up, then tilted her head and touched her face with her fingers. She noticed something slimy.
She thought of Axiu, the person who treated her well, the person who read for her. She seemed to remember that a strange elder brother said that Axiu could be regarded as a relative.
Chizuko Nagato held it with both hands. She walked alone in the corridor outside, as quiet as it was at night.
The women behind Brother Shinji all had this expression right now.
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The time to wait for the witch to appear was long, at least for Mo Xiaofei and Zixing.
Because she saw piety.
As the masters of this land, the Nagato family would naturally not kneel and worship reverently on the plaza-like place that was temporarily cleared out, like those ordinary villagers.
Everyone in Nagato’s household were all waiting quietly under the shed on the side. The noon daylight was stinging. Even so, many servants in the Nagato family had sweats on their faces, let alone the villagers exposed to the sun.
“Master Nagato, why hasn’t this shrine’s witch appeared yet?” Zixing looked at Nagato Munechika, who was sitting next to him through the veil.
Nagato Munechika’s complexion was a bit weird at this time. In Zixing’s observation, the demon beast qi on Nagato Munechika seemed to be stronger than that of the night. But, it was still very weak. If Zixing did not have the ancient demon beast’s bloodline, it would be extremely difficult to find out about it.
“Master Witch needs to cleanse herself, so it takes some time.” Nagato Munechika smiled slightly and mentioned some matters in regards to the ritual.
Nagato Munechika still seemed to have plans to market his son, Shinji Nagato.
Nagato Munechika nodded and sighed, “Yes, I don’t know what happens. She has been unconscious for the past few days, but there is nothing unusual to her body. However, we can’t find a solution. I have the servants take care of her. I appreciate Miss Tsukihime’s concern.”
At this time, someone shouted, saying that a witch was coming.
So, Zixing traced the voice and saw a woman in a white and a red dress, aged about forty or fifty, approaching slowly under the company of two women.
The villagers on the plaza stepped aside, leaving a passageway to the altar.
