Judging from the size of the hands, the person on the back is not very old.
“Woo, what’s your name?”
The questions he asked while suppressing sobs had the softness of a child and the hoarseness of a teenager’s voice.
Mi August answered softly, “Mi August.”
“I recognize you.”
Before Mi August could think about where he got this recognition.
The voice continued: “You wrote me two letters.”
Before he knew the rules of this strange talk, the less he said, the less wrong he would be. Mi August just nodded.
The hands on her shoulders gradually moved to her chest, and the person on her back moved closer to her.
The rotten touch touched the skin on the side of the neck, accompanied by a strange smell that seemed both fragrant and smelly.
Mi August did not move, nor did he perform any spells.
The Complaint Well is the passage leading to the Devouring Valley. Since the Conspiracy Master asked them to come here to do their homework, there is no reason to let the disciples enter a certain death situation before they have entered the door.
As a being who can intimidate other ghosts, Complaint should be a ghost similar to ‘You are polite’, and is more inclined to be nice to others.
Even if it has a killing rule, it should not try its best to induce people to violate the rules like those weird stories that are keen on cannibalism.
“You have a scent that I like.” The hand on her chest hugged her neck.
Even if Mi August didn’t look back, he could probably imagine the posture of the two of them.
The monster on her back was completely lying on top of her, and its legs were still dangling with nowhere to rest.
Mi August thought for a while, and took the initiative to reach out and hug its legs. This was no different from actively carrying it on its back.
“Huh.” The monster took a breath and let it out gently, as if he didn’t expect this.
The hair on the back of the neck stood up as the dank breath blew away. Mi August asked calmly, “What does it smell like?”
“Familiar taste, friendly taste, the same taste.” Every time she said it, it buried itself in her neck and breathed, and suddenly cried as she spoke.
The cry was sobbing and suppressed, but in this environment, it only made people feel cold all over.
Mi August asked: “What’s wrong?”
“It hurts,” it said. “It hurts.”