Unknowingly, the Fantasy Town ushered in spring again.
Sitting on the hillside, Eight-cloud Ink leisurely looked at the Fantasy Town at the foot of the mountain.
From here, there was a plain directly below. That was where the humans lived — the World of Men.
Although it was far away, Eight-cloud Ink could still see the farmers working in the fields.
Everyone's face was filled with the purest hope and longing.
It was the spring harvest season.
The residents living in the World of Men were still using the most primitive way to cultivate the fields, praying that the gods would bring them a year of harvest.
In fact, because of the existence of the God of Harvest, the Fantasy Town would not have a famine year. Even in the worst harvest year, the harvest in autumn was enough to feed everyone.
It was just the most basic desire of humans to have a good harvest. Even so, it would not change.
Just like now, Eight-cloud Ink could see that in the fields, some humans had built an altar to worship the God of Harvest.
In the sky, there was a bright sun on one side, and a huge shadow of Aincrad on the other.
Flowers were blooming all over the mountains, beautiful purple and red, swaying with the wind.
Eight-cloud Ink was lying in the sea of flowers, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was drowsy.
Suddenly, a fragrant wind blew, and a dark shadow blocked the light.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling purple.
"Sister?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Holding a parasol, Purple stood beside Eight-cloud Ink and looked down at him.
Her eyes moved, and she smiled sweetly.
"Nothing, it's just that it's rare to be so quiet. I don't have to think about anything, and I don't have to do anything."
"Oh, it's not good to be so unmotivated!"
Purple gently walked to Eight-cloud Ink's head, put the parasol aside, then knelt down and put Eight-cloud Ink's head on her lap.
"Boys need to be more energetic."
"Ah, I'm doomed to not be 'energetic'."
Purple rolled her eyes and gently flicked Eight-cloud Ink's forehead.
Then Eight-cloud Ink made a faint snoring sound.
Purple frowned and suddenly said, "Mo 'er, don't you think there's something wrong with you?"
"Eh? I'm very normal … "
"No!"
Yukari gently patted Eight-cloud Ink's face, making him open his eyes before saying, "You're exuding a sense of [Inertia]. Haven't you noticed?"
"… I just feel very sleepy recently."
Hearing Purple's words, Eight-cloud Ink frowned slightly.
It seemed that … after Yui and the others got lost, and he began to increase his speed of traveling back and forth between different worlds, he would unknowingly feel inexplicably sleepy.
It was only because he needed to find Yui that he suppressed this inexplicable sleepiness. Now that he had found Yui and the others, the sleepiness that he had been suppressing finally broke out.
"Big Sister, if you put it that way … it does seem to be the case."
Eight-cloud Ink sat up from Zi Shuang's lap and stroked her long hair in front of her chest, thinking about what went wrong.
"Give me your hand."
He extended his right hand and allowed Purple to cover his palm. Eight Cloud Ink felt Purple's demonic power begin to flow through his body.
"There's nothing unusual … but the [Inertia] in your body is so obvious that it can't be ignored."
"Ah … is it?"
After a while, Eight-cloud Ink showed a lazy look again.
"My intuition tells me that there shouldn't be a big problem."
Yukari looked up and down at Eight-cloud Ink's face, which was almost more beautiful than her own, and suddenly smiled mischievously, "Ah, Mo 'er, is this your intuition as a woman?"
"Ugh!"
After choking, Eight-cloud Ink rested her head on Yukari's lap again.
"Don't worry, Big Sister. Ever since my connection with Jianmu became tighter and tighter, my intuition has never been wrong!"
"Do you think … it's because of this?"
Eight-cloud Ink did not react for a moment, "Ah? Which one? "
"Little idiot!" Pinching Eight-cloud Ink's delicate nose, Yukari then said her guess, "It's that Jianmu. Maybe it's because your spirit is almost one with it, that's why it's like this?"
"If that's the case, then there's even less to worry about! I'm bound to it for good or ill, so it won't harm me. "
Seeing how heartless Eight-cloud Ink was, Yukari could only sigh helplessly in the end.
"I really don't know what to do with you. In any case, the problem is with you. It's best to figure it out yourself, right?"
"Hey, hey …"
After being nagged by Yukari for a while, Eight-cloud Ink could only surrender in the end.
"I know, if it's related to Jianmu, then I really need to ask Sikong Mo about this kind of thing."
⑧
"But, I really don't know anything …"
In the Right and Wrong Hall, Sikong Mo was wearing a black robe, holding a brush in his hand and writing something at a rapid speed.
"Ah ah! Why are you so busy! Millions of souls need to be judged every second. It's so tiring!!!! "
"What's going on? Millions of souls per second? Is there a world war outside? "
Eight-cloud Ink stared at Sikong Mo with her eyes wide open.
This was his office. It was an antique but somewhat eerie palace.
"Whoosh —!!"
The Stick of Repentance flew over Eight-cloud Ink and Yukari's heads and hit Sikong Mo's head. Immediately after, Four Seasons Reflection's exasperated voice was heard.
"You're talking nonsense again! Work hard for me, hey! "
The green-haired King of Hell ran in and caught the Stick of Repentance that hit Sikong Mo's head and bounced off. Then, he nodded at Eight-cloud Ink and Yukari.
"You guys are here? Don't listen to this guy. Although it's not as exaggerated as millions of souls per second, it's true that there's a world war outside that affects the whole world. "
The one who walked over was Four Seasons Reflection. After knowing that Eight-cloud Ink and Yukari came to the Right and Wrong Hall, Lord Four Seasons rushed over.
"What?"
Eight-cloud Ink was shocked.
Could it be a world that he had transmigrated to?
Seeing Eight-cloud Ink's concern, Four Seasons Reflection shook her head.
"It's not what you think. It seems that because of Jianmu, Hell has unintentionally connected with a foreign world. Now, all the dead souls in that world need our judgment … That's why we're so busy. Sigh, it's a mess there! "
"You guys … aren't you hiring? Are you and Sikong Mo able to handle all of this? Xiaoting is only in charge of extraditing, right? "
"Of course we're hiring!"
Lord Four Seasons rolled his eyes.
"But it's not successful …"
"Not successful?"
Yukari blinked.
Four Seasons Echo Concubine glared angrily at Sikong Mo.
"It's this guy. I asked him to write a recruitment notice, but he messed it up!!"
Lord Four Seasons took out a recruitment notice written by Sikong Mo and placed it in front of Eight-cloud Ink and Yukari.
[Hell's Contract]
Dear, do you want to die once?
Dear, do you want to know what the real hell is like?
Dear, do you want to hear the mournful cries of mortals' souls after they die? Do you want to know the true meaning of life? Do you want the beautiful and lovely Lord Yama to trample you under her feet and prank you?
Come, dear, the Hall of Truth and Wrongs is hiring handymen and judges. There's no limit to the number, and the treatment is excellent!
There was a handsome Infernal Judge here, an attractive Extraditor, and even the extremely popular King Yanluo of Hell!
What are you hesitating for? Just stand at the entrance of hell and kill yourself, and you'll be able to join this harmonious and loving family!
PS: Friendly reminder, please don't enter the White Jade Tower when you're applying for a job at the Hall of Truth and Wrongs after death. Otherwise, you'll be eaten by Huaxu's Princess of the Dead as dessert!
"Aha, ahahahahaha …"
Eight-cloud Ink put the recruitment notice back and looked at Sikong Mo with admiration.
What a talent!
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