The entire sky above Jixiangsu was covered by the canopy of lush giant trees. Those huge trees were like masses of squirming flesh and blood, blending with each other and forming a whole.

In the yard of my house, a field of delicate Manzhushahua bloomed. The constantly wriggling tree trunks and roots also invaded the place, squeezing the originally unique courtyard into pieces.

Under the loosening tree trunks, Seventh Generation saw two figures.

One was Granny Hideko, an old woman who was always gentle. She threw herself on the ground and fell among the manjus and sandalwoods there. Her body was the same bright red color as the petals.

And the other...

Qishi couldn't believe his eyes.

The other person is Shui Se.

You won't admit your mistake.

No matter what, Seventh Life will never admit that it was his child who passed away five months ago, and it was Inuzake Mizuiro who was buried in the cemetery!

He was squatting next to Grandma Hideko, holding something like a blood-red tree fruit in his hand, and stuffing it into Grandma Hideko's body.

"Aqua?"

Seventh Generation called out tentatively.

Her voice was hoarse and changed, and it was unclear whether she was expressing suppressed joy or fear.

"Mother."

Shui Se among the flowers stood up and slowly turned her face to Seventh Generation.

His face was stained with blood, swollen and cracked, and his facial features were in pieces. It looked like he had been thrown to the ground and chopped into pieces, and then carelessly pieced together. There were several obvious cracks on his cheeks, and a sticky liquid was constantly seeping out.

Yellow slurry, no flesh and blood can be seen under the open skin, but some strange woody tissues.

"Mother!"

Shui Se shouted again and ran towards Seventh Generation.

He bent down and picked up a large handful of delicate Manzhushahua and raised it above his head. The flowers clustered together and bloomed extremely beautifully.

Qishi's movements froze. At this time, she didn't know whether to be frightened or to make other expressions.

However, there is no doubt that the child in front of me is Mizuro, right?

His cute and pitiful son, who always acted like a soft little dumpling in his arms.

Even so, Seventh Generation still felt scared and took a step back. But perhaps out of his mother's instinct, he opened his hands paradoxically towards Suise who was rushing towards him.

my child……

water color.

A good boy who gives a gift to his mother after a long separation...

"Mom, look, flower! Look! Look!"

Shui Se happily rushed into her mother's arms and raised a large handful of Bana flowers in front of her mother.

There was a strong scent of incense on his body.

"Flowers! Mom, look! Look! Flowers!" He was still shouting, but it turned into a harsh scream.

The Bianhua flower in his hand fell off, revealing a fragrant knife hidden in it.

The handle is large and the end is small, which makes it stable to hold and has a sharp edge.

The fragrant knife stabbed into the soft chest of Seventh Generation.

"Look! Look! Mom!"

Shui Se threw herself into her mother's arms, raising and lowering the fragrant knife.

The other shore flowers that he picked were scattered weakly on the ground, with gentle blood dripping on them, and the blood-red petals trembled slightly...

…

"Damn it!"

Inuzake Sosuke squeezed out from the twisted and growing tree trunk.

He had just taken care of the ghost stories left by the exorcists in the courtyard tonight, and they were caught up in the wanton growth of the trees.

Inuzake Sosuke was holding a small but heavy brass incense burner in his hand.

A handful of musk powder was sprinkled into the incense burner, stimulating a dark and strong fragrance, forcing back the disgusting tree tissue that was still growing wildly and trying to engulf him.

"That thing... must be made of that thing."

The entire Jixiangsu has undergone earth-shaking and terrifying changes, completely beyond Inuzake Sosuke's expectations.

It must be the fault of that thing.

The man who claimed to be Haishi's lawyer was lying to himself. The thing brought back to the world by the soul-returning incense was definitely not water color.

Rather, it is a filthy evil thing clothed in the skin of a son.

"I'm so stupid."

Inuzake Sosuke began to regret.

Through the combination of his own incense skills and the "Yellow Springs Naraku Curse" given by Haishi's lawyer, he did find a way to make the soul-returning incense.

To make incense, you need the petals of the flower that grows in the underworld and the fruit of the hibiscus tree.

These two kinds of creations can be summoned in human flesh and blood through the "Yellow Springs Naraku Curse".

Among the two corpses in Jixiangyu, only the old Kusakabe who died at home and the corpse of Kuranosuke who died in a traffic accident were cursed by Inuzake Sosuke himself.

As for the rest... they must be made of that thing!

"He must be killed. I should have killed him a long time ago! That's not my son...it's not..."

Inuzake Sosuke rushed out from the receding tree branches. He smelled the smell of that thing. Even if it was covered by incense, it was a strong stench that could not be completely covered.

The source of this smell is coming from the collapsing home below.

"That thing!"

Inuzake Sosuke thought of something terrible.

And when he finally got rid of the twisted branches and rushed through the door, he saw a strange tree mixed with Granny Hideko's clothes growing rapidly in the courtyard, blending in with the wildly growing trees around it.

He saw his wife lying down under the tree, and the blood-stained Bianhua fell in his arms. His head and back were leaning against the tree trunk, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep.

In addition, Inuzake Sosuke also saw the disgusting evil thing lying next to his wife.

"The door to the underworld is about to open, it is about to open. It will rumble out from inside the hibiscus tree..." The thing muttered something in its mouth.

Inuzake Sosuke's mind went blank. He didn't know how long it took before he finally realized what had happened and started screaming and roaring hysterically.

Amid the screams, Inuzake's sanity was like a fuse that had blown out and could no longer be repaired.

He numbly raised the copper incense burner in his hand, and there seemed to be a roar still lingering in his throat.

Then, he saw the thing next to his wife stand up.

The water-colored face was broken, like a chopped wood sculpture, and covered with thick yellow juice and blood. These liquids mixed together and dripped down his chin.

One of his hands was holding Inuzake Sosuke's fragrant sword, and the only intact lip on his face was pulled back, showing an evil smile.

"Get away! Get away from Seventh Generation!"

"dad!"
Chapter completed!