[Boom out] Green Valley Izuku's supernatural event book

01 Rebirth One

Humans are truly the most amazing creatures in the world.

Hong Jiaodong glanced at the two smiling girls who made an appointment to go shopping together after school and thought casually.

The short-haired girl folded her hands expectantly and said:

"Sakura, the desserts in that store are super delicious!"

The girl with long brown curly hair also smiled and said:

"Really? I love dessert!"

lie.

Why do humans keep lying?

Obviously, the black and surging malice on your face will be drowned to the point that you can't see your face clearly, why are you still smiling at the person you hate so much.

Humans, it turns out, are as despicable creatures as monsters.

Yingzi looked at Hong Jiaodong who was packing her schoolbag, and carefully extended an invitation to this handsome and indifferent transfer student.

"Well, student Hong just arrived in Qingshui City, right? Would you like to go shopping with us..."

"no need."

Hong Jiaodong carried his schoolbag on his back with one hand, and the black wings painted on the red schoolbag flapped lightly as if they had suddenly come to life.

He glanced lightly at the black mist that was surging on the faces of the two girls.

"I hate desserts."

Six o'clock in the afternoon, the hour of magic.

The regular footsteps of Hong Jiaodong echoed in the empty hospital hall.

The tragic and bright red sunset slanted its light on the hospital, making this "Qingshui City No. 1 Civilian Hospital" a kind of madness that no one has set foot on.

"pat, pat"

Holding a bouquet of white carnations that looked like they were about to wither, a lonely high school student walked up to the second floor with a blank expression.

The slender corridor stretched in front of him in an instant, and the blurred red light of the setting sun surrounded him in an instant accompanied by the sharp laughter of scattered women and children.

"Hahaha, someone is coming, oh, keep quiet."

"He's so pretty~ I want to eat him~"

"...the scent of human flesh."

Withered black hair grows from a corner where the sun can't find it, like a plant with vigorous vitality, and the trembling shadows sway into the appearance of countless arms, they float gracefully in the blood-colored sunlight.

In an instant, the black hair quickly grew in the direction of the scorching freeze, and the arms stretched out excitedly, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

"Hahahaha I'm going to eat the poor kid!"

"Eat it! Eat it up! Child! Child!"

"Shh, be quiet, don't let him find us."

Hong Jiao Dong stepped on the black hair that had spread to his feet without seeing it, and the smell of burnt protein and screams rang out at the same time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"You can't eat it!! He is not food!!"

"Escape, escape!"

The hair and arms quickly retracted into the wall, and the color of the setting sun gradually faded from red to normal orange.

The white carnation in Hong Jiaodong's hand is growing rapidly. Its petals have changed from shriveled and withered to plump and soft, and the buds are even covered with dew realistically.

He walked to the last ward at the end of the corridor and opened its door.

A strange cold wind gushed out from the room, blowing away the scorched red and white hair.

The slender branches of delicate carnations swayed fragilely in the wind.

The dew fell from the white petals to the ground, and the drop of dew was caught by the small black hand that quietly protruded from the floor, and then ran away quickly.

Hong Jiaodong knocked lightly on the door, trying to get the attention of the woman leaning against the bed watching the sunset quietly.

He put the flowers on the bedside table of the hospital bed, and replaced the flowers that had withered and turned black.

Hong Jiaodong waved lightly at the withered flower, and the flower turned into a wisp of pure white wind, wrapping around his hand obediently.

He turned his head to look at the woman who didn't respond, and hesitantly called out those two words.

"Mother."

The woman didn't turn her head to pay attention to him, she still looked out of the window quietly, her long white hair slipped down from the hospital gown soundlessly.

On the pure white hospital bed was a neatly folded blue and white striped quilt.

The cicadas were lying on the camphor tree outside the window and chirping loudly, but the sweltering summer air seemed to be blocked by this room, and they couldn't get in at all.

Flies circled the windows making a disturbing "buzzing" sound.

Hong Jiaodong walked to the side of the woman, and found that she was asleep with her eyes closed, without any surprise, he leaned down and slowly and steadily picked her up and put her on the hospital bed.

The black medical record folder hanging at the end of the hospital bed was shaken, and a few words were revealed in the exposed corner.

"Patient...late stage of depression...cooperating well with treatment...doing well..."

Hong Jiaodong looked at the woman's weak face with unwillingness in his eyes.

...The time of sleeping is getting longer and longer. When I visited her yesterday and today, I was not awake.

Even using the power of the non-human world can't save her? !

The woman woke up under the hot and complicated gaze, and a happy smile appeared on her pale face.

"Jiao Dong, you are here."

She tried her best to raise her hand to touch Hong's scorched face, but the limbs that hadn't exercised for a long time were already a little stiff, so she finally gave up helplessly.

She raised her head and looked at the white carnations on the bed, her eyes gradually softened.

"Today is carnation."

She tried her best to hold the clenched fist on the side of the bed, and said with a gentle smile:

"Jiao Dong, don't worry, mom is also cooperating with the doctor for treatment today."

She looked at the camphor tree outside the window and murmured:

"One day, Mom will get out from here."

Hong Jiaodong hugged her wordlessly.

"Ah."

I will do my best to get you out of this place.

On the way back to the apartment.

Hong Jiaodong was still smeared with the smell of disinfectant, he turned his head and patted the collar of his school uniform, and when he turned around, he found a person wearing a Chinese tunic suit suddenly appeared in front of him.

This man who looks like he lived 50 years ago wears a pair of plain glasses. There are two vertical marks beside his mouth. His skin reveals a luster between the texture of real skin and wood.

This strange man pushed his glasses seriously, took out a triangular amulet-like thing from the pocket of his tunic, and handed it to him.

"This is a gift from my husband, please open it when you need it."

Hong Jiaodong looked at this "person" who made a "creaking" sound without even moving his joints, and walked past him.

"No."

The crows stood in a straight line on the telephone pole behind him. They watched curiously as the male high school student carrying a schoolbag talked to himself and circled around in a big circle.

Ripples like water suddenly appeared in the air, and the wind surrounded Hong Jiaodong out of thin air. He was dazzled by the sudden wind, and an open space between the two houses next to him grew in an instant. An antique garden.

A deep laugh echoed in Hong's frozen mind.

"I can hear the wish in your heart."

"You need help don't you?"

Hong Jiaodong was not stopped by these creepy-looking changes to go home, he glanced at the courtyard lightly, waved his arm, and the white wind wrapped around his arm like a bracelet immediately expanded rapidly, protecting wrapped around him sexually, blowing away the man in the tunic suit who wanted to keep approaching him.

"My wish will come true myself."

His eyes darkened, and the blue eyes were surrounded by golden light.

The protective circle around him expanded again, directly blowing the man in the tunic suit into the strange courtyard that had suddenly grown.

"Without anyone's help."

Ripples like water swayed in the air again.

Everything is back to how it was before.

Only the smiling words echoed in Hong Jiaodong's mind and the triangular amulet that inexplicably appeared in his pocket remained.

"But I'm not human."

"Today is Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, what a beautiful flower."

Both sides of the woman's cheekbones have sunken, and there are thick dark circles under her eyes. The wrists that stretch out to touch the flowers are as slender as the flower branches.

The halo of death enveloped her.

Flies fluttered rampantly outside the windows like vultures waiting to eat carrion.

Hong Jiaodong helped her to sit slowly on the hospital bed, such a simple movement made her gasp for a long time before she stopped.

The black medical record folder was no longer hanging on the bed, Hong Jiaodong looked at the corner of the medical record hidden under the bed and her lips were stretched into a straight line.

She touched the flower with an envious expression, and said with empty eyes:

"That's great. Plants don't have feelings. I want to do the same."

"I want to get out of this place."

"I want to get out of this place."

"When can I leave this place?"

She didn't talk to herself for long, the tiredness from taking the medicine soon overwhelmed her, and she fell asleep with her hand on the vase.In silence, Hong Jiaodong laid her flat and covered her with the quilt, hesitated for a while before looking at the unhidden medical record, and then slowly pulled it out.

He opened the medical record book.

Facing him was a line of bright red warnings.

"Warning: The patient's will to survive is weak, drug resistance has become higher, and he has moderate to severe suicidal tendencies."

The pale hand of the restless woman moved unconsciously and stretched out of the quilt.

There was a hideous scar running through the entire wrist, and the woman's thin wrist seemed to be cut in half by this newly scabbed wound.

The white wind surrounding the plantain chrysanthemum to keep it fresh suddenly weakened, and the yellow petals lost the moisture of spiritual power and withered quickly.

It's a pity that its owner has no intention of keeping it flourishing now.

Hong Jiaodong lowered his head and held the medical record, his fingers gripping the edge of the medical record so hard that it turned white.

All plantains are wilted.

The gray-black withered flowers fell on the pillow, and were blown gently by the woman's breathing, and they were scattered into powder.

"Student Hong, isn't he going to the after-school party today?"

Yingzi looked at the schoolbag that had been carried on her back by Hong Jiaodong, and asked in surprise.

Hong Jiaodong was silent for a while, then asked:

"Is this compulsory?"

Yingzi was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly realized that she was trying to find a way to persuade this handsome guy who was very popular but always a loner to attend the party.

"Although this is not necessary, how should I put it, Hong students should understand that it is the social needs of human beings."

"Human social needs?"

Hong Jiaodong raised one eyebrow.

"So it's better for Hong to join in, everyone is looking forward to your joining!"

"Do all human beings have to participate in this kind of activity?"

"That, huh? That's basically it."

Hong Jiaodong pointed to the person in the two rows in front of him who also had his schoolbag ready to leave and said:

"Why doesn't he have to participate?"

Yingzi followed the scorched hand and looked in the direction of a pair of red eyes.

Sakurako:! ! ! !

Hong Jiaodong continued expressionlessly:

"Isn't he human too?"

Ahhhhhhh what are you talking about, classmate! !Why are you saying that to that bastard! !will die!Really will die! !Even I will die!

Yingzi's heart has been distorted into the shape of a cry.

Baohao flicked his shoulder bag, leaned on the table with one hand and flipped over, and arrived in front of Hong Jiaodong in almost two seconds.

He grabbed his scorched collar and said to him with a grumpy face:

"Huh?! Who the hell are you saying isn't human?"

Hong Jiaodong's nose twitched twice, and after smelling Baohao's breath, he apologized solemnly:

"I'm sorry, you smell too much of being human. If you don't get close and smell it, you won't know that you are still human."

Sakura is about to collapse.

Could it be that there was some love-hate relationship between these two pool noodles before that she didn't know about? !Why did classmate Hong scold Baohao for being inhuman as soon as they met? !Bakugo really doesn't look like a person now hey!It looks like a monster that wants to eat people! !

Bakugo kicked away the chair next to him, cleared the fighting area, and then raised his fist.

"Huh?! You are not a fucking human, are you? Half of your face is trash!!"

The fist stopped a millimeter in front of Hong Jiaodong's face.

Bakugo's face turned serious.

"What's the matter with you guy? You are full of dead people's breath."

Hong Jiaodong restrained his breath for a moment, and he calmly asked Baohao:

"The breath of the dead? Maybe it's because I've been to the hospital these days."

Baohao squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, then turned around and grabbed the bag and left with a "cut".

Sakura let out a sigh of relief.

Looking at the back of Baohao leaving, Hong Jiaodong suddenly asked:

"Is he an exorcist?"

Sakurako was a little surprised:

"Student Hong, don't you know? Bakugo is the heir of Guangsi Temple, he is very famous, well, how should I put it, a monk, and he has to go back to preside over some ceremonies every day, so he basically doesn't participate in the after-school gatherings of the class."

Hong Jiaodong looked at Baohao's seat, and silently put this person on the list of dangerous people.

It was only at the first glance that he could see the death aura on his body...

...terrible humans.

Every time Hong Jiaodong was on the way to the hospital and back, he could see this man in the tunic suit who was persistently handing him invitations.

Oh, and he introduced himself as Iida.

As soon as Iida pushed the flat glasses, the joints made a "creaking" sound and walked towards him.

"Mr. Hong Jiaodong, our husband is very serious about helping you, please go and talk to him!"

Hong Jiaodong indifferently pushed away the black and gold invitation card handed over by Iida.

"I'm also serious about refusing his help."

He looked down at the invitation card with a faint layer of green spiritual power on it, and the fragile smiling face of a woman appeared in his mind, he hesitated rarely.

...This feeling of spiritual power is healing. Although I don't know what kind of monster it is, maybe it can really help him.

This monster has been pestering him must want something from him, but as long as he can give it...

He looked straight at Iida:

"If your husband can come out and see me, I'll talk to him."

Iida frowned.

"No, my husband can't leave the scope of the house."

The hope in Hong Jiao Dong's heart cooled down.

Yokai who can't leave the house...

Mom she can't get out of there either...

Hong Jiaodong took a look at the green spiritual energy that was warm and throbbing on the invitation, and pursed his lips.

If the master didn't personally come out to treat this level of ability, it would be useless to the mother's condition.

Hong Jiaodong bypassed Iida again.

"Thank you for his kindness, but I don't need a monster who can't leave the place."

"It's hyacinth today, it's really beautiful, the flowers that Jiao Dong chose are always so...ahem...pretty."

The woman's weakness has reached the point where the naked eye can see it.

Sitting by the window, she looked like a skeleton covered in human skin, which made people's scalp tingle after seeing it.

Her eyeballs in their sockets rolled uneasily, and she grabbed the window rail like a bird trapped in a cage.

"It's great, even plants can grow outside, I want to go outside too."

She turned her head to look at the shocked Hong Jiaodong, with crazy red light in her eyes.

"Hey, Jiao Dong, let mom go outside, okay?"

The air-conditioning in the room faded away in an instant, and the red light of the setting sun covered the entire ward, and the sultry air and rampant flies rushed in in an instant.

The hospital bed was lifted by the wild hot wind that poured in.

Lying peacefully under the hospital bed was the corpse of a woman with her hands folded on her stomach.

The hot wind and flies quickly surrounded the corpse, and the well-preserved corpse decayed within a minute.

The woman stood up from the chair unsteadily, an ominous red light enveloped her whole body.

She looked up with a grin that reached to the ears.

"It's Jiao Dong's fault that Mom can't leave now."

Long black nails grew on her hands, and she laughed and attacked Hong Jiaodong.

"As long as you eat the frozen heart, you can let mom leave here!!"

The shrill woman's laughter and the echoing voices of countless children sounded out.

"Hahaha eat him, eat him."

"Heart, heart, the most delicious heart of my own son."

"The heart of the forbidden child of monsters and humans~"

Hong Jiaodong dodged her rushing hand, and with a backhand, the white wind surrounded her.

She was tied up by the wind and struggled.

Children's voices singing songs echoed in all directions of the hospital.

"Mom is sick, and the child needs to treat her."

"Mother is dead, the child will not bury her."

"Mom is going to become a ghost, and the child is going to resurrect her."

"The resurrection failed, the child is about to cry."

"Mom wants to eat him!! Hahaha! Eat him!"

The wind that bound her turned black during her constant struggle, and finally shattered like a withered flower.

She raised her eyes, which were so red that they were about to bleed.

"Frozen."

"Well, Master Bakugo, is there any way to bring my dead wife back to life!? No matter what price you pay!!"

The man with a haggard face half-kneeled beside the low table, almost nodding his head on the table, tears made the man look extremely embarrassed.

Bakugou, who was wearing a white monk's robe, scratched his head irritably.

"Your name is Xincao, right? Even if you beg me like this, such a thing as death and resurrection is absolutely impossible!"

There was a mysterious light in Mr. Xinsao's eyes.

"But some people say it can be done, as long as you have enough spiritual power."

Bakugo's eyes sharpened for a moment.

"You trash, don't do something mentally retarded."

Mr. Xinsao was taken aback by Bakugo's eyes, and shrank back obediently.

"Only, it's just what I heard."

Bao Hao glanced at him, gave an impatient "tsk", and suddenly slapped his hand on the table, which startled the middle-aged man.

"Hey! Garbage, listen up, I will only say it once."

"The so-called resurrection is an extremely dangerous thing. I know the method you mentioned, but so far no one has succeeded in any way."

Baohao flexed his index finger and tapped on the table, his eyes were inexplicably dim.

"Because this method is absolutely impossible."

"It is absolutely impossible to trap a dead person in the time and place before his death, and use spiritual power to continuously go back to this process and bring him back to life!"

Bakugo's eyes became gloomy, he looked at Mr. Xinsao who was trembling from his fright, and slowly said the ending.

"It just turns the dead trapped there into ghosts in the pain of repeated death."

"And those who try to revive each other in vain will also die due to exhaustion of spiritual power."

"Frozen!!"

The woman's sharp palm brushed against Hong's scorched left face and wiped a small wound, and the moment the blood gushed out, it reacted with the thick yin energy in the air and burned.

The scorched eyes lined with faint blue flames were bottomless.

No, if this continues, he will really die here.

but......

"Jiao Dong, mom wants your heart!!"

The woman has been catalyzed by Yin Qi into an invisible monster. Its sharp teeth bit at an angle, and bit on Hong's scorched left hand.

Hong Jiao frozen ninja didn't groan in pain.

The blood jumped with faint blue sparks and was continuously sucked into the monster's mouth.

but......

Sure enough, he still couldn't help but look at his mother.

He calmly placed it on the head of the blood-sucking monster, and raised his head as if giving up resistance.

After all, everything was the fault of him, a half-demon who shouldn't have been born in this world.

Otherwise, my mother wouldn't be so painful that she jumped out of the window.

Mom won't become like this because of him...

Hong's scorched face slowly turned pale, and the monster's black nails had already reached his heart.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Let all mistakes end here.

The triangular amulet in the pocket of Hong Jiao Dong's school uniform suddenly glowed green.

The swaying camphor tree outside the window, the flies flying in the air, and the bloody wind, the nails on his heart stopped moving for an instant.

The street lamp facing the window barely flickered twice, emitting some dim light.

Hong Jiaodong opened his eyes wide.

The person with bare feet lightly touching the street lamp has curly hair as soft as seaweed, and his complicated robe is floating in the air, covered with various butterflies. His eyes are closed, and his face is always invisible. The paleness of daylight.

He moved his foot lightly, and the bell on the red silk thread tied to his foot made a crisp sound, which spread like water ripples in the air.

His still robe was shaken by the sound, and the butterfly painted on it flapped its wings as if it had heard some kind of call, faster and faster, and finally flew out of the clothes .

Butterflies are flying all over the sky, their black tail feathers are covered with gold powder, dispelling the dark atmosphere in the air.

The man slowly opened his eyes, and green light waves gently rippled out.

He parted his lips slightly:

"break."

Things that were frozen in place were like shattered glass, and they began to move crazily again. The monster screamed and wanted to continue to insert into Hong's frozen heart.

The man's foot lightly touched the street lamp, and he swam in through the window like a fish. With a flick of his sleeve, the monster was moved aside by the fan.

He came in front of Hong Jiaodong, his whole body floating in the air interlaced with his breathing.

Looking at the pair of green eyes in front of him, Hong Jiaodong was so shocked that he lost his words.

The owner of the green eyes smiled with crooked eyebrows, and the airflow from his words hit Hong's scorched nose.

"I heard your wish."

Looking at the slowly healing wound on his arm, Hong Jiaodong felt in a daze,

God came.

The monster still wanted to come over, but Lu Gu waved his hand lightly in the air, a black butterfly landed on the tip of her nose, the butterfly flapped its wings reluctantly twice, the gold powder fell down, and the monster's eyes It gradually closed.

Hong Jiaodong took two steps back silently. He looked at some wounds he had healed and asked hesitantly:

"You're the one..."

"Yes, I am the monster who pesters you every day and wants to help you."

"My name is Izuku Midoriya."

Green Valley smiled without opening his mouth, but the voice directly echoed in Hong Jiaodong's mind.

Hong Jiaodong looked away uncomfortably. He looked at the monster who had fallen asleep on the ground, hesitated and opened his mouth.

"Green Valley, you can revive her..."

"unable."

Green Valley floated in the air and swam right above the corpse on the hospital bed. He lightly touched the skeleton that had turned black under the erosion of Yin Qi with his fingertips. The skeleton shattered like a withered flower.

"The dead can never be brought back to life."

"This is the iron law of this world, no matter how powerful Hong Jun's spiritual power is, he can't change this matter."

Hong Jiaodong looked at Lugu with unwillingness in his eyes.

"Didn't you say that my wish can be fulfilled?"

"I can give you whatever you want, my wish is to revive her!"

Lu Gu smiled and swam back to Hong Jiao Dong. He swam around Hong Jiao Dong like a naughty fish, and then suddenly hugged him from behind.

Lu Gu rested his chin on the dazed and scorched head, and the gentle green eyes poured down.

"But that's not the wish I heard."

The green light gradually lit up from Lugu's body, and the butterflies all over the room fluttered their wings and flew, and the deep and soft voice surrounded Hong Jiaodong like water waves.

"I heard Mr. Hong tell me in his heart that his greatest wish is for his mother to smile happily again."

"Able to fly out of here freely."

Green light flowed down from Green Valley like a liquid, slowly covering the monster lying on the ground, and white light glowed from her body.

The butterflies searched for the white light and landed on her body one after another until the white light exploded and then went out. The woman who returned to her original appearance stood by the window sill smiling and looking at Hong Jiaodong.

"Jiao Dong, today's Hyacinth is really beautiful."

Bits of starlight rose from the woman's body bit by bit, matching the green light that filled the whole room, just like the summer fireflies she had seen many years ago.

"Well, it's really pretty, Mom."

The woman disappeared into the beautiful scene of fireflies in the sky.

The white light and green light dimmed at the same time, and Lu Gu was sitting by the window sill, with a black swallowtail butterfly obediently parked on his fingertips.

With a light wave of his hand, Hyacinth, which had been revived after being infiltrated by his green light, fell into Hong Jiaodong's arms.

"Mr. Hong, Mom is free, so you have to be free too."

The bell tied with red thread on his feet suddenly rang eagerly, and Lu Gu couldn't sit still, and almost fell from the window sill.

He rested his forehead and sighed helplessly.

"Oh my God, the time card is so good. They said that I was only allowed to come out for one hour, but it was really only one hour."

He turned around and stepped on the edge of the window sill to leave, when he was stopped by Hong Jiao frozen from behind.

"What will you pay for my wish?"

Green Valley was taken aback, but soon smiled again.His feet tapped lightly on the edge of the window sill, and with the loose hem of his clothes, his whole figure looked like a bird with wings spread out.

"For the price, talk to Tianzai next time, he has complained for several days that you are not polite to him."

He flew out of the window sill, and the butterflies in the room also flew out of the window sill, and when Hong Jiaodong ran to the window, he couldn't see anything.

He looked at the bright moonlight, and the black swallowtail that suddenly flew past his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"What a strange monster."

The little black swallowtail who lost her way and failed to keep up with the large group sadly stopped on the hyacinth in Hong Jiaodong's arms and did not move.

The gold dust from its tail feathers and the dew from the hyacinth petals slid off and hit the black medical record folder on the floor.

"Clap."

passed away

The flower language of hyacinth: liberation, freedom, rebirth.

Black medical folders: generally only the medical folders of dead patients are black. (The hospital I was in before was like this)

I don't know if I wrote it clearly.

In fact, her mother died a long time ago. She was locked up in the hospital for many years because of depression. She wanted to go out all the time, so she committed suicide by jumping off the building.

After she committed suicide, Hong trapped her in the hospital where she died in order to save her, repeating the process before her death through her corpse, trying to break this process and bring her back to life.

Because the mother's body was in the hospital, there was no way for her to leave the hospital. The tragedy happened again, and the mother who yearned for freedom became a demon.

It's probably such a story, I don't know if I wrote it clearly.