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"The unity of body and self is not bound by the logic of time, and neither is your ritual."
Shiraishikawa fell into deep thought.
His original plan did indeed require strict adherence to steps, and was time-consuming and extremely risky. If what Ryougi Shiki said is true...
"Your fourth bomb power has already demonstrated your fundamental nature."
Ryougi Shiki continued, her voice like a whisper.
“Rituals can be carried out in different ways.”
"The fourth bomb..."
Shiraishi Kawa subconsciously touched his chest, where his deepest secret was hidden.
Ryougi Shiki suddenly took a step closer, so close that Shiraishikawa could smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms emanating from her.
"Your ritual can be divided into four stages."
"Four stages?"
Shiraishikawa repeated.
"You are currently in the initial stage."
Ryougi Shiki extended a finger and gently touched his chest.
"Once you find the first soul to be sacrificed, you can complete the second stage and gain a portion of the power."
Shiraishikawa felt a burning sensation in his chest, as if something had been awakened.
"and then?"
he asked.
"Then naturally there will be a third stage."
Ryougi Shiki retracted her fingers.
"And your black mist mother is trying her best to obscure the suppressive force's vision, buying you time."
Shiraishikawa's pupils contracted slightly.
"You even know this?"
Ryougi Shiki did not answer directly, but turned to look into the distance.
"I exist to fulfill your wish, Shiraishikawa. I will stay with you until the ritual is complete."
Chapter 399 Suffocation
The wind and snow seemed to soften at that moment, with snowflakes swirling around Ryougi Shiki as if paying homage to her.
"One more thing to remind you."
Ryougi suddenly spoke, her tone softening.
"Be gentle with a child."
Just as Shiraishikawa was about to ask her who she was referring to, he suddenly noticed a change in Ryougi Shiki's demeanor.
That profound sense of connection to the roots is fading, replaced by a more humanistic atmosphere.
After a brief silence, Ryougi Shiki—or rather, Shiki in her current form—resumed her calm breathing, but that special charm had vanished.
Ryougi suddenly opened her eyes, her chest heaving violently, her back soaked in cold sweat.
She instinctively reached for her waist, only to find it empty—the dagger was not with her.
The scene from the dream faded, but a lingering sense of suffocation remained.
"Having a nightmare again?"
Eleven lazy male voices came from beside me.
Ryougi Shiki then realized that she was curled up in a warm embrace, her cheek pressed against the other person's chest, and she could clearly hear the steady and strong heartbeat.
She jumped back as if electrocuted, but froze the moment she saw the other person's face.
It was a face she had never seen before, yet it felt strangely familiar.
The young man was in his early twenties, with messy black hair hanging over his forehead, and his amber eyes gleaming strangely in the morning light.
He leaned against the headboard, his white shirt open at the collar, revealing a faint red line on his collarbone—shaped just like the eye of the yang fish in the yin-yang symbol.
"you..."
Ryougi Shiki's throat was so dry and painful.
"who is it?"
The young man raised an eyebrow, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"You've forgotten so quickly? Last night you were the one who threw yourself into my arms."
"Nonsense!"
Ryougi Shiki shouted sharply, but in the depths of her memory, she caught fragments of memories—the rainy night, the blood, and the hands that reached out to her.
Her head was throbbing with pain, and the medium shot began to overlap with reality.
The young man, Shiraishikawa, suppressed his smile, his gaze becoming deep.
"Do you remember? The last moment of weaving."
This name is like a sharp knife piercing my heart.
Ryougi Shiki trembled all over, and the image of a figure with the same face as hers but always wearing a frivolous smile appeared before her eyes.
Weaving, her upper body, her shadow, her... the urge to kill.
"Shut up!"
Ryougi Shiki suddenly grabbed Shiraishikawa by the neck, her nails digging into his skin.
You are not worthy to mention that name!
Shiraishi Chuan did not resist, letting her exert force, but his eyes grew increasingly gentle.
"Shiki, you can't kill me. Just like you can't kill yourself."
These words were like breaking a seal, and memories from my dream flooded back. My grandfather's withered face at the moment of his death appeared before my eyes.
"Remember, Shiki, you only have one chance to kill... If you use it, you'll never be able to kill yourself again..."
Ryougi Shiki released her grip and staggered backward.
She remembered, she remembered everything.
On that rainy night when she willingly faced death, the young man who called himself Shiraishi Kawa stood in a pool of blood and reached out his hand to her.
"I will bear the consequences of your sins."
"Why..."
The two rituals, the sound of the land, the 7 wings, the 4 thoughts, the voice hoarse.
Why make this kind of deal?
Shiraishichuan touched the red mark on his neck and chuckled.
"Because it's so interesting. A girl who longs to be a serial killer but can't bring herself to do it, a perfect vessel bound by a curse... Anyone would want to get involved in a story like that, right?"
"madman."
Ryougi Shiki said coldly.
"Each each other."
Shiraishikawa shrugged.
"At least I admit my madness, but what about you? Shiki, do you really think you can remain pure by blaming your murderous impulses on Shiki?"
This statement is like a mirror, reflecting the truth that Ryougi Shiki least wants to face.
She bit her lower lip and tasted the rust.
Shiraishi suddenly leaned closer, close enough to count her eyelashes.
"Admit it, Shiki. You want to kill, you crave blood, that's what makes you whole."
Ryougi Shiki pushed him away abruptly, but fell down on the edge of the bed because of the excessive force.
She covered her face, her suppressed breaths leaking through her fingers.
Yes, she couldn't deny it.
After Zhi died, the murderous intent did not disappear; instead, it became clearer and purer, like a blade whose mist had been wiped away.
"Now."
Shiraishi Kawa squatted down to be at eye level with her.
"You can do whatever you want. I'll take the blame for the murder."
Ryougi Shiki peeked at him through her fingers. In her amber eyes, there was no pity, no moral judgment, only pure... understanding.
Chapter 400 Accidents
This shook her more than any amount of sympathy.
"...Why can't I see it?"
Ryougi Shiki suddenly asked.
"Ok?"
"Your deadline."
Ryougi Shiki lowered her hands, a faint blue light gleaming in her eyes.
Why can't I see your end?
Shiraishi Chuan paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"As expected of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, they discovered it so quickly."
He stood up and opened his arms.