Throughout Yamato in May, the rainy season began one after another. The air gradually became humid, and the sparse light rain made people tireless.

Yamato’s countryside is even more barren in this era of frequent wars. Large swaths of people are displaced away from their hometowns. Liang Yiluo walks quietly on the muddy road. He looks ahead, every step is as measured as nothing. The difference, even if the sole of the shoe is stepped on the mud, it will not bring a trace of filth.

There are abandoned fields on both sides of the road. He has already walked through many deserted villages. The young men of the villages are either dragged to serve in the Ding Service, or to escape Ding Service, clean up and run to the deep mountains and old forests, leaving only the lonely. The elderly are struggling to support.

This tragic sight won't make Liang Yi feel a bit moved. He took off the complicated robes of the Great Onmyoji. He was just wearing a light blue ordinary kimono with a pure black lacquer in his hands. The oil-paper umbrella, in this empty field, is as scary as a lonely wild ghost.

The rain gradually started to get heavier, and raindrops sprinkled on both sides of the oil-paper umbrella, dripping on the muddy ground, and sinking into it every step of the way, if an ordinary person would not be able to move on at this time, but Liang Yiluo is not an ordinary person, he seems to have no purpose, but also seems to have a specific purpose, moving forward in one direction without hesitation.

The rain fell and blurred people's eyes. Gradually, the line of sight began to be blocked, and the visibility became lower and lower. Liang Yiluo suddenly stopped and looked at a deserted wooden house not far away.

This is just a country with no people. Humans have long gone away to avoid military disasters. It stands to reason that this wooden house should have been abandoned, but with the power of two instruments, he can hear the sound of the wooden house in this pouring rain. sound.

He tilted his head with interest, suddenly took down the oil-paper umbrella, and let the pouring rain fall on his body. The black hair was scattered, and the rain dripped down his hair to the ground. His body was simple but yet simple. The gorgeous kimono is gradually being soaked.

"interesting……"

Liang Yiluo smiled lightly, and said unintelligible words, "...So it was here."

He said this step by step towards the wooden house, and as he approached the wooden house, the voice inside became louder, and those voices were like a group of children studying.

Although the wooden house is dilapidated, but the quality is quite good, even in the heavy rain, there is no water leakage, the door is a little shabby, and it seems to fall when you touch it, and the two instruments spread out the palms of your hands and gently pushed the wooden door. The wooden door was opened in the sound of squeaking.

At this moment, the sound in the wooden house was quiet, and Liang Yiluo's feet stepped into the house. Water drops dripped from his black hair and wet the shabby but clean wooden house floor. He looked up. , The people in the whole wooden house panicked, and some even hugged each other and shivered.

Here are some little monsters, the weak can't be weak, even an ordinary man can overcome it.

Liang Yiluo is now like an ordinary person, but the long-standing aura and sharp eyes like a knife also make these little monsters feel like they are about to die.

"Oh? I can encounter so many little monsters, then should I retire all of you."

He smiled and joked, but let the temperature in the air drop a few degrees again. About twenty little monsters gathered here were squeezed into a ball in horror, and with the wave of Liang Yiluo's fingers, they were dark purple. The shadows and spells sealed the entire wooden house.

"Yes... it's the Onmyoji!"

A little monster yelled out of fear. The Onmyojis of this era are relatively weak and small in number, but the monsters are also weakened a lot, just like the balance brought by the world. Onmyojis and monsters still maintain a balance of power.

Naturally, these little monsters could not be the opponent of Onmyoji.

The shouting little monster ran to the window like crazy, but the next moment he was bounced back by the spell sticking to the window.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The little monster screamed, with black smoke on his hands, it rolled all over the floor in pain.

"This... Mr. Onmyoji, can you let them go? They... They are just little monsters, and they haven't hurt anyone."

At this time, a woman's voice came from Liang Yiluo's side.

Her voice was quiet and gentle, with fear of Liang Yiluo in her tone, but she was firm in fear, which made her brave the courage to speak out.

Liang Yiluo turned his head and looked.

It was a rare beauty, her dark and silky hair was dangled like night light, she was wearing a shabby bathrobe with many patches on it, and the face of melon seeds was inlaid with pure black eyes. The woman held her hands lightly. He looked a little nervous in front of him, standing there quietly like a Xiaojiabiyu with the temperament of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

When Liang Yiluo's eyes stared at her, the girl's face blushed, she lowered her head a little shyly, and her body trembled more severely.

"Phantom? It's really rare to see a ghost who has not become a Buddha and still maintains such a sense."

He looked at the woman tilted her head and smiled.

"I have no interest in killing these little monsters... Why don't you answer a few questions for me, how about I bypass them?"

Liang Yiluo hung the oil-paper umbrella on the ground. Although his tone was faint, he had a masterful demeanor, but what he said was rather shameless.

"call……"

The woman sighed softly, resisting the shame in her heart, and whispered: "...sir, please tell me, the concubine knows everything."

"Concubine?"

Liang Yiluo noticed her claim, "...It looks like you were a girl from a big family when you were alive."

Liang Yiluo said this, and walked a few steps forward. As he moved, more water spilled under his feet.

The woman hesitated a little, but took out a clean towel from a box that was barely standing.

The towel was very worn and old, but it was washed very white. The woman carefully handed the towel to Liang Yiluo's body, and said with concern: "This adult, why don't you wipe it first."

Liang Yiluo heard the woman's words, and slowly turned his head to look at her without saying a word.

"Hug... sorry... this towel is a bit dirty."

The woman slowly retracted her hand, lowered her head and whispered, holding the clean towel she washed with her hands tightly.

"No, I don't dislike it...but I didn't expect that you would do such a thing in the face of an ‘enemy’."

Holding the ghost's white wrist, Liang Yiluo gently took the towel from her hand and wiped the drops of water on her face and hair.

"Thank you very much."

He thanked him sincerely, but it eased the atmosphere of rattling arrows a little.

Chapter 0237 Postscript: Yamabuki Otome

Drying some wet hair and returning the towel to her, Liang Yiluo glanced at the little monsters crowded in the corner. They still looked at him with fear, their eyes full of horror.

"what's your name?"

Seeing the girl twist the towel, then carefully put it back in place, Liang Yiluo asked suddenly.

This sudden question made her startled. The face of the beautiful woman in the shabby black yukata was flushed. She smiled a little shyly, bowed and said, "The concubine can still remember some things. But I can’t remember what I am called."

She smiled embarrassedly, as if she was a little ashamed of not answering Liang Yi Luo's question.

"You can't remember your name, it's excusable..."

With a wave of the two instruments, the charms clinging to the surroundings shone with a burst of light and turned into an umbrella-shaped mask. With the emergence of this brilliance, this abandoned house that was slightly cold due to heavy rain, Suddenly it warmed down.

Although the spell has disappeared, the little monsters did not escape, and some even boldly glared at Liang Yiluo, looking worriedly at the woman who was chatting with him.

This girl is quite loved by these little monsters.

"There are very few ghosts as sensible as you. They always linger in the world. They either disappear with the wind in the end, or are retired by the Onmyoji master. I don’t know if you had some kind of supernatural powers during your lifetime or were buried in Feng Shui. It’s not easy to have past memories and sensible behaviors after becoming a ghost."

Liang Yiluo spoke casually. He looked at the furnishings of this abandoned house, which looked very similar to a school.

"Oh? Are you teaching those little monsters to read?"