Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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The gigantic right hand gripped the monster's broken scythe, while the other hand reappeared fragments of the guarding spiral gun.

Cerberus!

hum-

The threaded pistol was held in the left hand.

The spiral-shaped pistol and the monster's scythe pierced the monster's brain simultaneously, in an alternating manner.

Poof! ! ! !

The tip of the scythe pierced the ground, and the monster's body hung limply on its scythe. The spiral dagger pierced into and out of the other end of its head, forming a cross shape together with the scythe.

The Lost Story: The Lost Child - Chapter 372 Mixed Memories

When Chu Hua dealt with the assassins at Saint-Shuari and found Xiangzi, she saw him standing in front of a cross, head down, seemingly doing something.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Xiangzi turned around.

The white nun's habit was stained with black, splattered blood, and even her face was covered in dark blood.

She dropped the shovel and held a bandage in her hand.

“They are assassins from Santo Xiuya,” Chu Hua said.

“I know, I saw his memories when I sacrificed him.” Xiangzi loosely clenched his right hand.

The feathers on that hand seemed to have grown even thicker, so thick that they were impossible to conceal. What Xiangzi had just been doing was wrapping his arm with bandages.

"Are you hurt?" Chu Hua took two steps closer and asked with concern.

Xiangzi shook his head.

"No, I just used a bandage to cover the mutation on my arm."

"Are you really alright? I'm worried that the barrier might affect you."

"It's okay, I can control it myself."

"But you never paid attention to your arms before, why the sudden change..."

“The villagers in the starting point will care,” Xiangzi said. “I was planning to cover it up, but the attack interrupted my plans.”

This is a lie.

Xiangzi had never paid much attention to the changes in his arm before, so there was no reason for him to suddenly become concerned.

The root of everything is that monster that was just sacrificed.

After Xiangzi stabbed the broken sickle and the screw gun into the monster's head, the monster did not turn into a monster... or rather, it turned back into a monster, but outwardly, there was no difference.

The man named MUTO was originally a monster who gradually turned into a monster. When a person who becomes a monster turns back into a monster, he will revert to his last form before becoming a monster. Since the man originally looked like this, there would be no difference.

He was placed on a cross-shaped cross by Xiangzi, but he did not die. Instead, he looked at Xiangzi with dying eyes.

Those were eyes that yearned for death.

Xiangzi sacrificed himself as a matter of course.

Memories flooded her mind; she learned about the man's past and saw how he gradually turned into a monster.

To gradually abandon one's prized body and slowly gravitate towards the demon—what greed! For some reason, Xiangzi suddenly felt nauseous, and even the sight of his right arm made him uncomfortable.

She reacted suddenly.

The source of this discomfort was not that she was afraid of becoming a monster—she had no need to be afraid in the first place. The mutation in her right arm had not tainted the Soul Gem; her gem remained unchanged.

The problem is that the memories I absorbed weren't entirely without impact, and the familiars within the barrier weren't just simple familiars.

Every memory feels incredibly real, as if I had personally experienced it.

It's so realistic that Xiangzi sometimes gets confused.

This man named Muto disliked having his appearance seen by others; more precisely, he disliked having his mutated body parts seen.

He thought it would be troublesome if someone saw him.

And indeed, after one of the accidents, he never saw his client again.

This feeling of disgust flowed into Xiangzi's mind.

Although the mutation in her right arm had indeed caused her considerable trouble, Xiangzi never disliked it. As a girl who loved beauty, the white feathers actually made her look even prettier, so she had no reason to hate it. Just now, for a fleeting moment, she attributed her disgust for her arm to the thought that "it would be troublesome if someone saw it."

Are you starting to be affected by memories?

Xiangzi realized this for the first time and was terrified by it.

As the number of sacrifices increases, will she... not only sacrifice... but also have memories flooding her mind when she uses the Soul Gem to purify others of their impurities?

The memories are a jumbled mess, but she can still clearly distinguish which ones are her own. But if this continues, will she eventually be unable to tell which ones are hers and which ones belong to others?

It's better not to think about things that far into the future.

Xiangzi clenched his fist, clearing his mind of distractions, tied a knot in the bandage on his hand, and looked at Chuhua:

"Are they alright?"

"It's alright, the assassins have all been dealt with, and Su Shi and Tobacco are both fine."

"Are you guys injured?"

"Are you worried about me?" Chu Hua chuckled and shook her head. "It's nothing, don't worry, we're not that fragile."

"That's good." Xiangzi nodded and extended his hand to Chuhua...

Originally, it was the right hand wrapped in bandages, but after being raised slightly, it was switched to the left hand.

"Come with me to find the horse. I hope it hasn't gone too far."

Chu Hua certainly wouldn't overlook such a small detail. She noticed Xiangzi's little actions but didn't say anything. She simply nodded and said "okay."

She walked to Xiangzi's side and took her right hand.

"Well....."

Xiangzi instinctively tried to pull his hand away, but Chuhua held it tightly.

"What are you doing?" Xiangzi asked, displeased.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to go with you to find the horse?" Chu Hua turned her head and asked, pretending not to understand.

Xiangzi was forcibly led forward by Chuhua.

That's not what I was talking about!

"what is that?"

Why are you holding my hand?

"But don't we do this all the time?" Chu Hua tilted her head. "Didn't you just give me that signal too?"

"But I just stretched out my left..." Xiangzi started to say, but suddenly noticed that Chuhua was looking at him with a doting gaze. "What kind of look is that...?"

"Are you feeling better now?" Chu Hua said, tightening her grip on Xiangzi's hand slightly.

The soft, cool touch feels very comfortable in the palm of your hand.

Xiangzi also thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being enveloped by Chuhua's hand. He chatted with Chuhua for a bit, and his mood was no longer as bad as it had been when Muto had just been sacrificed.

"......ah."

“No matter what happens, Xiao Xiang is Xiao Xiang,” Chu Hua said, looking into her eyes. “That will never change.”

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Xiangzi felt as if he had been seen through.

"Just guessing," Chu Hua said playfully, sticking out her tongue.

"That's too accurate a guess, I don't believe it." Xiangzi frowned.

"Maybe I can read minds."

"I do not believe."

"Hmm...maybe I can only read Xiao Xiang's mind, since I'm Xiao Xiang's familiar now."

"I do not believe."

"You wouldn't believe me even if I said I was just guessing."

"I just don't believe it."

"why is it like this......"

The two walked further and further into the woods, leaving behind a simple cross made of branches and a bulging mound of earth.

The Tale of the Lost: The Lost Child - Chapter 373 The Last Moments of Leisure (Part 2)

It took Xiangzi and Chuhua quite a while to find the horse, and by the time they found it, the moon was already high in the sky.

The little horse was very well-behaved. After running a short distance, it quietly grazed nearby and didn't run very far. By the time Xiangzi and Chuhua led the little horse back to the carriage, the campfire had already been lit.

The good news was that everyone was alright, but the bad news was that they were lost and stranded in an unfamiliar forest. So they had no choice but to camp there and get through the night.

Countless yellow fallen leaves carpeted the ground around my feet, forming a natural rug. I laid my sleeping bag on top of it, and it felt so soft and cozy.

They continued their journey only after the sun rose as usual the next day.

Aiyin volunteered to be the coachman for a while, trying to control the two exceptionally well-behaved ponies.

Then I got kicked.

In the end, Xiangzi took over. Although it was her first time driving, she drove rather clumsily, but not to the point where Aine got kicked like she did.

Xiangzi sat in the coachman's seat on the roof of the carriage, stumbling as he drove the carriage back to the main road. Chuhua, under the guise of helping Xiangzi scout the surroundings, sat next to Xiangzi with a legitimate reason.

This was practically an open secret, but unfortunately, the person involved seemed completely oblivious, focusing all their attention on the two increasingly obedient ponies.

Chu Hua could only listlessly prop her chin up, transforming her pupils into a shape that allowed her to see far into the distance, and keeping watch over her surroundings.

Chu Hua, who acts as the "Riging Shotgun," is certainly not just doing this to sit with Xiangzi. Her vision and perception are the strongest among everyone, so the co-pilot's seat is definitely hers.

The journey was smooth sailing, and Chu Hua felt that sitting there like this was getting a bit boring.

However, boredom is the best thing for her job.

I was a little bored, which made everyone else in the carriage feel a bit more at ease.

Speaking of the carriage, compared to the horse-drawn carriage, the carriage became much more spacious because there were two fewer people inside.

Xiaosu and Aine seem to be natural enemies. The two always inexplicably quarrel over trivial matters. In Miaomeng's words, they are like characters in Quentin Tarantino's movies, always nagging and arguing so much that Xiangzi can hear them even sitting on the roof of the car.

As time went on, after hearing that signature "Ha—?!", Xiangzi knew that Aine had already dragged Riki into the battle.

Not only Lixi, but even Tobacco was tinged with Aine's pink-hued boisterousness. She was initially dozing off, but was woken up by Aine and Xiaosushi's bickering, and managed to end the pointless argument between them with a rational statement.

As a result, after a few words, Tobacco, a highly educated intellectual, was dragged down to the same level as Ai Yin. He was then impressed by Ai Yin's rich knowledge and skills in that section and enthusiastically joined the argument.

The topics of the "argument" became increasingly off-topic, ranging from why meteorites would be crooked in meteorite craters to whether tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet) is salty or sweet, and then rambling all the way to the Big Bang.

Xiaosushi was the only "otherworldly person," and her knowledge was not enough to support her arguing about trivial topics with Aine. However, after Tobacco joined, she joined Xiaosushi's side without hesitation and became her advisor.

As for Lixi? She doesn't like tamagoyaki at all.

So she attacked from both sides.

The windows on this side are noisy and bustling, while the windows on the other side are as quiet as if they belong to another world.

Hailing sat between Lixi and Hemu, becoming the dividing line between quiet and liveliness, watching their interaction with a blank expression, occasionally saying a few words of encouragement.

such as.

“I prefer citrus pudding to thick omelet.” Such comments received 100% agreement from Lixi.

In another quiet world, Mu was all alone. She leaned against the window, occasionally opening her eyes to lazily glance at Xiao Su Shi, who was bickering with Ai Yin. She noticed Xiao Su Shi's expression, which was a mixture of anger and a hint of enjoyment, before closing her eyes again to continue resting.

Xiangzi couldn't see the peaceful and prosperous scene below, so he asked Chuhua to go down and take a look.

After a while, Chu Hua sat back in the passenger seat.

What are they doing down there?

"It's nothing, they get along well." Chu Hua rested her chin on her hand, a faint smile on her face.

"How can you eat a thick omelet with sugar?!"