Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Finally , the two of them sat on the same side ...​

Finally, the two of them sat on the same side . Bo Yezhu said he was sleepy , leaned on Zhenren and closed his eyes .

He got up too early , and the bumps of the train did not affect his sleep . His long silver eyelashes drooped , and the young man leaned motionless against my shoulder , his chest rising and falling rhythmically .

A dark shadow passed by outside the window . Zhenren glanced sideways at it and then withdrew his gaze indifferently .

It was not until the afternoon , when the train was about to arrive , that Bo Ye Zhu woke up .

His orange -yellow eyes turned , as if taking in the surrounding environment . He sat up and felt a little sore on half of his body .

The real person raised his hand , rubbed his neck , and whispered , " It 's almost time . You slept for seven hours . "

There was a subtle worry in his eyes . Even if he got up early , Bo Yezhu should n't have slept for so long ... and he slept for so long without moving .

The silver-haired young man allowed him to do what he wanted and glanced out the window . The familiar scene made his eyebrows move , and he turned to look at the real person .

" Actually, I feel pretty good , " he said with a smile . " You're too worried about my health . You know that saying , 'You worry too much , and you become distracted . ' "

The real person nodded , his eyes reflecting Bo Yezhu 's smile , so faint , like the ripples that spread across the surface of a lake , and he said , " I know . "

" You do n't need a reason to worry . " He lowered his eyes and grabbed Bo Yezhu 's wrist , which was thinner than his own . He circled her tightly , making it absolutely impossible for her to break free .

Love is an emotion that is hard to control .

The train was about to arrive at the station . Bo Ye Zhu stood up and bent down to take the red umbrella beside her seat .

Looking out the window at Kyoto Station , it seems a bit quieter than Tokyo . There are only so many Tokaido trains running every day . Only after the people who got off this train poured into the platform did the station feel a bit lively .

The real person was holding his hand , and he was holding a red umbrella . The two of them stood out from the crowd . Bo Yezhu raised his eyes to identify the direction , held the real person 's hand , and took him in another direction .

After walking out of the station , I saw several very conspicuous people wearing kimonos . Their hair looked a shade lighter than that of ordinary people , but much darker than that of Urobe Nagisa .

The kimono she wore was also embroidered with the pattern of the Usoba family .

Upon seeing Bo Yezhu , their eyes lit up and they approached him , bowing respectfully : " Young Master . "

" Let's go . "

Bo Yezhu 's tone was much calmer . He turned his head to look at Zhenren , and his cold tone immediately reversed. He said to the other party in a gentle and warm tone : " Let 's go back directly . "

One of them was holding a box and walked forward carefully to open it . Bo Yezhu raised his hand and placed the red umbrella in the box , then closed it and fastened it . The lock was complicated in style , but he moved very quickly . Finally , he pulled out an exquisite little key and handed it to another person next to him .

After confirming that the red umbrella was safe , several people were obviously relieved .

What Bo Ye Zhu said was right . The Bo Ye family was located in a corner of Kyoto and occupied a large area . After all, it was a priest family that was once prosperous for hundreds of years . It had made friends with countless upper-class people and had a deep foundation in Kyoto .

However , because of their retirement , the Boye family appears to be much more low -key from the outside , and their mansions are decorated in very ordinary ways , without any sense of grandeur .

Before arriving at Bo Ye Mansion , the Immortal looked at the sky and guessed that it was around four o'clock in the afternoon , and there was still some time before sunset .

Bo Ye Zhu looked in good spirits , but he felt that they did n't have much time . He talked to Zhenren about what they were going to do later . In fact , most of it had already been arranged , and the most important part was done by Bo Ye Zhu .

The tribesmen who had been forced to accept the existence of the real person several years ago looked normal , but their eyes were slightly critical as they looked at the real person .

The construction of the mansion also refers to the ancient style . After passing through the corridor , Bo Yezhu took the real person to a small hall inside . It seemed to be used for meeting guests and was furnished with tables and chairs .

The luggage on the Zhenren's body was taken to Bo Yezhu 's room by the servants . The two men walked into the small hall and heard some noise . An old man with white hair and beard came out from the inner room .

The old man , dressed in a silver - gray kimono , looked in good spirits . He was being supported by someone , one hand leaning on a cane . Upon seeing Bo Ye Zhu , he lowered his head slightly and said , " Welcome back , Priest . "

" Don't say that , I won't take over . " Bo Ye Zhu smiled faintly and sat down at the side of the table with Zhenren .

The old man was not angry , he just shook his head and sat down opposite him . The person next to him immediately brought a tray with a thick book and some writing brushes and ink on it .

He slowly flipped open the thick book and asked , " Priest , are you sure ? "​​​​​

" yes . "

The old man was about to say something , but Bo Ye Zhu interrupted him , saying , " Let it not happen . No one will know about it , right ? They won't know the priest Bo Ye Zhu , nor will they serve at Bo Ye Shrine . I am the only one in this lineage , and it has nothing to do with others . "

The old man paused turning the pages and said helplessly , " You 're taking advantage of a loophole . "

“ I succeeded , didn’t I ? ”

On the page that was much blanker than the others , Bo Ye Zhu 's name was written , and there was another name that was crossed out . It was the name of the old servant who took care of Bo Ye Zhu .

The old man dipped the ink and wrote the real person 's name on the second line .

The ink quickly changed color , and the real person 's name disappeared . The old man was stunned and looked up at Bo Ye Zhu .

Those orange- yellow eyes were calm , as if they had anticipated this . He turned his head to look at the young man supporting the old man and said , " Go get me a new pen and a knife . "

" You , he ... " The old man hesitated and asked tentatively , " He is not human ? "

Bo Ye Zhu nodded calmly .​​

The old man was silent and silently pushed the book to him . The young man brought a new pen and a short and exquisite knife .

The real person knew what he was going to do . Bo Yezhu had told him about it before coming . The curse spirit pursed his lips , but could not stop him . He could only watch as the young man cut his fingertips , and the thick blood cut the tip of the pen , staining it dark .

The old man wanted him to bandage it , but Bo Yezhu shook his head and picked up the pen to write the real person 's name . The blood-red symbol only lasted for a few seconds and then gradually disappeared .

Bo Yezhu lowered his eyes and said , " Bring me a bowl . "

There was paranoia in his eyes . The young man brought the bowl and, under the real person 's fixed gaze , he cut his palm without moving his brows . Blood splattered and dripped into the bowl , and soon the bottom of the bowl was covered with blood .

The liquid kept dripping until it reached half a bowl , but he didn't look strange at all . He looked up and asked someone to bring him a bandage . The real person carefully stopped the bleeding and bandaged the horrible wound on his palm .

The smell of blood spread , and the old man was watching this scene . Words came to his lips , but he could n't say anything .

The pen tip fell again , and the handwriting disappeared repeatedly . Bo Yezhu 's movements were extremely fast , and the name he wrote stroke by stroke was neat and beautiful . The speed at which the handwriting disappeared slowed down when he wrote the real person 's name for the fiftieth time .

" What a bottomless pit . " Bo Yezhu curled his lips , his hands moving non-stop .

The old man advised him : " You should put less in . You will have to offer sacrifices to the gods later . "

Bo Yezhu did n't say anything . After a while , while waiting for the name to disappear , he glanced at Zhenren 's pale face and asked , " Did you remember everything I told you ? "​

The real person nodded .

The afterglow of the setting sun fell into the room . The young man turned on the light switch . The real person 's name no longer disappeared , but the handwriting was still very faint , and there was only a little blood left in the bowl .

The last stroke is made .

The blood - red name will never disappear under the name of Bo Yezhu .

" It 's earlier than I thought . " Bo Ye Zhu murmured , and stood up . The bandages on his hands were very thick , and he clenched them somewhat uncomfortably .

" Let 's go to the shrine now . Hopefully we can still make it in time . "

Zhenren always felt that something was going to happen , and his heart was beating anxiously , but Bo Ye Zhu also talked to him seriously before coming .​

— —Don’t ask anything .​​

Behind the Boye Mansion is a small hill , and the shrine is on the hill . The person who sent them to the shrine was a middle-aged man . Unlike the others , the middle-aged man was wearing a modern suit and glasses , and was very elegant .

When they reached the foot of the mountain , he stopped and said to them , " The road ahead is for you to go on your own . "

The shrine , having been cleared out in advance , was deserted . Birdsong could still be heard in the quiet woods . As Usubaba Nagisa walked up the bluestone steps , looking ahead , she said to Masato , " It 's almost over . I'm so sad to leave . "

The road was not far at all . The outline of the shrine appeared in front of them , along with an altar that had been set up .

The red umbrella that was taken away was also there , and the box was lying quietly on the table beside it .

Bo Yezhu walked over and counted the things on the table . Finally , he picked up a small box , opened it , turned around and looked at Zhenren : " Do me a favor . "

The real person walked over and saw a red earring in the box .​

" Help me put it on . " The silver-haired young man pointed to his right ear , " You wrapped my hand like this , I ca n't move it at all . " He raised his over - bandaged palm and said helplessly .

Bo Ye Zhu had pierced ears . This was discovered by the real person very early on . He was curious about why Bo Ye Zhu had this , but Bo Ye Zhu just shook his head at the time : " I think I got it when I was a child . I can't remember clearly , but I really have never worn earrings ! "

His ear piercing was on the lobe of his right ear , and the soft ear flesh would change color slightly if rubbed . Zhenren picked up the red earring , which was a very common style , a red bead with a tassel hanging below , and no other decorations .

The small hook looked quite sharp . He focused his gaze and carefully inserted the hook through the almost invisible hole .

The slightly warm breath sprayed on Bo Ye Zhu 's profile . He had a smile on his lips . He didn't touch his right ear until the real person withdrew from his body . The warm touch of the red beads came to him . His eyes flashed and he put down his hand .

The golden sunset dyed the entire altar a different color . Bo Yezhu took out three incense sticks , lit them , and inserted them into the incense burner on the altar . Zhenren stood aside and looked up at his back .

The young man 's back was covered by a kimono . His body was healthy , but the real person could see that he looked a little emaciated , and his gray - blue eyes moved .

The thin figure merged into the soft light of the setting sun . Boyezhu took a step back , slowly bowed down , lowered his head to the sky , thinking about the direction where the setting sun would fall , and did not get up for a long time .

At some point , a bloody smell wafted into the air .

He opened the box containing the red umbrella in advance and placed it next to the incense burner . A strong smell of blood wafted out of the box .

The real person 's pupils trembled , and an unprecedented feeling covered his whole body . He heard his heart beating extremely violently , as if it was about to break through the shackles and jump out .

That was not a feeling coming from his deliberately transformed body , but an excitement coming from his soul , as if he was bathing in an unprecedented transformation .

He could feel that something had quietly changed .​​​

Everything he saw became extremely vibrant , as if he was standing in a real world .​​

However, none of these attracted much of his attention , and he was still staring at the figure kneeling on the altar .

" Azhu ... " The dry words were uttered , unable to reach the priest 's ears .

The earrings hanging from the young man's ears were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood .

The eyes that could witness all souls saw the light in the sky disappear . He didn't know whether it was sunlight or something else , or a manifestation of a miracle , but his breathing still stopped for a moment .

He saw the young man 's stiff movements suddenly relax .

His thin shoulders trembled , his clear voice still tinged with confusion . The silver-haired young man stood up , still a little shaky . He looked left and right , then turned around and saw the real person under the altar .

The burning incense burner emitted a thin wisp of smoke , which wrapped around the young man .

He had his back to the setting sun , his entire body covered in gold , but the pair of orange - yellow eyes in the shadows that were no less vivid and beautiful than the sun's were . He first let out a " hiss " , then subconsciously squeezed the entangled hand , his beautiful eyes looking at the real person .

" I seem to have had a very long dream , really . "