Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

"I've brought you here to help the children understand the difference between monsters and humans, to give them the love they lack from humans, and to let them grow up under the maternal love of monsters."

"Over the past month, apart from the occasional lapse in judgment, I've done pretty well."

Women possess a mother's love and care for her children, and even when faced with the danger of death, they will risk everything for them.

But it is precisely this deep love that, when the illness reaches its peak, can cause the child to be absorbed into one's very being, never to be separated again.

When obsession reaches its extreme, it becomes demonic.

Therefore, Inuyasha instructed the women to keep an eye on each other.

At first, a few typical cases were arrested and locked in a small dark room. They were made to listen to the laughter and chatter outside and watch other women playing games with their children. They could only stand through the cracks in the wooden planks, unable to reach out their hands or open their mouths.

That feeling was worse than being beheaded or subjected to slow slicing.

Jealousy, longing, regret, anxiety—a jumble of emotions, repeatedly simmering in the darkness, forced the women to find a balance in their morbid love.

The steward, Wu Nu, touched her forehead to the ground and bowed deeply. Her gentle, motherly voice was choked with genuine emotion as she said, "On behalf of the Wu Nu and the children, I thank you for your mercy, sir."

Repay me with your actions.

Inuyasha turned his head to look out the window, where snowflakes fell silently between the artificial hill and the pond.

In a corner of the courtyard, the children who were just playing wildly on Shanjian Road had somehow slipped in and were now peeking out from behind the pillars.

The young maid at the front clutched a freshly broken plum blossom bud and timidly peered into the warm pavilion.

When the child met Inuyasha's gleaming golden eyes, he instinctively looked away.

They knew he was a big shot, like a high-ranking lord.

"Go." Inuyasha waved his hand.

"Thank you, sir."

The female steward straightened up, walked out of the Japanese-style room, and gave the children a gentle smile.

The children laughed along, and then, as if drawn by a magnet, they ran over one after another, surrounding her, tugging at her clothes with their little hands, and laughing and cheering.

Winter days are short, the sky gradually darkens, and lights are lit in every household. Warm yellow light leaks through the paper windows and falls on the snow, like scattered gold.

Inuyasha's first winter after regaining his senses arrived quietly.

Chapter 40 The Leopard Cat's Actions

Snow fell on the shoulders of the mountains, layer upon layer, wrapping the rugged rocks and withered shrubs in soft white.

The leopard cat warriors advanced along the ridgeline, their paws crunching through the snow.

In the valley ahead of them, there were countless terracotta warriors—undead warriors forged from grave soil and ashes—a dark mass silently surging toward the leopard cats.

"What a troublesome thing."

Qiu Lan's fist, crackling with electricity, slammed into the breastplate of a terracotta warrior.

With a crisp "crack," cracks exploded outwards from the fist mark.

The entire terracotta figurine shattered in the middle and collapsed to the ground with a crash.

From within the shattered shell, a glowing soul drifted out, spun in mid-air, and then vanished silently, like a lantern extinguished by the wind.

Qiu Lan shook the dirt off her fist, her brows furrowed. "If you break these things, a whole bunch of them will pop up again. It's never-ending."

"Trouble is good."

Xia Lan stood to his side and slightly behind, arms crossed, her tail swaying slowly behind her.

She took a deep breath and suddenly opened her mouth—several blazing fireballs shot out, sweeping across the ground and engulfing the six or seven terracotta figures that were rushing towards her.

Flames licked at the clay figures, crackling and popping. The terracotta figures crumbled and shattered under the intense heat, scattering charred fragments across the ground.

Several clusters of light rose from the fire, then quickly dissipated like evaporated dew.

Xia Lan crossed her arms with satisfaction. "The old hag who can make souls reside in inanimate objects and thus generate activity, and who lives here and can communicate between the living and the dead, seems to have some skill."

She looked up, her gaze passing over the battlefield and landing on the pottery kiln on the valley platform.

The kiln was emitting bluish-gray smoke, which rose straight up through the snow.

Chunlan stood beside Donglan, a thin layer of snow on her shoulders, her hands tucked into her sleeves, watching her tribesmen slowly advance ahead.

Although the terracotta figurines were numerous, they moved slowly and lacked flexibility.

The leopard cat squads, in groups of three to five, would have one person distract the enemy while they flanked from both sides, smashing one body before advancing one step at a time, advancing cautiously step by step.

"Miss."

Chunlan spoke softly, her breath being dispersed by the wind, "We set off from the Western Kingdom, inquiring and searching along the way, and this is already the eighth one."

She counted on her fingers.

"The first one is the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal from the north, who claims to be able to bring people back to life, but in reality he just turns corpses into puppets."

"The second is a sorcerer in the deep mountains who claims to know the art of reincarnation, but in the end it's nothing more than a trick of switching souls."

"The third is the Earth Spider clan, which lives underground. They can weave memories and souls with spider silk, weaving the consciousness of the dead into a new body. The result is something that can't even recognize who it is."

"..."

"The eighth one was specified by someone, and this is it."

Chunlan looked towards the pottery kiln emitting blue smoke, and a black dot the size of a grain of rice was flying towards her.

"Ghostess Rito - It is said that she can reshape the body with the bones and soil of the grave and bring the soul back to the human world from the underworld."

Snowflakes landed on Chunlan's eyelashes, melting into tiny, glistening drops. She looked at Donglan and asked, "Big sister, is this one going to be reliable?"

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Donglan replied calmly.

Along the way, I've seen too many false rumors, and the impatience in my heart has been dulled by time, turning into a more enduring, deep-seated patience.

Through monthly correspondence with Inuyasha, my mindset has become increasingly peaceful.

In their monthly correspondence with Inuyasha, the occasional words of wisdom he wrote would always inadvertently strike a chord with her.

Having seen a lot of him, I've also learned a bit of his "nothing can be rushed" attitude.

"After capturing the demon woman Ritsu, we'll go to Rashomon."

Chunlan was slightly taken aback. "...Shouldn't we go back to our own clan's territory first?"

After finding the resurrection technique, they would first test it on the lord's relatives to determine if it would work.

“We are, after all, Inuyasha’s subordinates,” Donglan said matter-of-factly.

"I haven't seen my lord for half a year. I should pay him a visit at the end of the year."

"Consider the ghost woman a gift."

Chunlan had absolutely no liking for the despicable, cruel, and lewd silver-haired half-demon.

Just thinking about his smug face made her molars itch.

But since her elder sister had spoken, Chunlan could only suppress her reluctance and nod.

Just then, a scream came from ahead.

"You damned leopard cat, prepare to die!!"

A sharp, piercing roar descended from the sky, the voice filled with the rage of someone who had been attacked.

In mid-air, a hunched figure was falling rapidly—withered limbs and a head of disheveled gray hair.

His face seemed to be etched by time and resentment, with deep furrows and ravines.

The bright red pupils were set in deep eye sockets, shining like two red-hot charcoal lumps.

The demon woman Rito held a scythe taller than herself, its blade gleaming a pale, cold light in the snow. The blade was covered with dense, incantations, like wriggling snow worms.

The sickle slashed down from the sky.

"puff--"

"puff--"

Two heads rolled onto the snow, the warm blood from the severed wounds splashing onto the white snow, spreading a shocking crimson.

"You wretched old hag—!!"

Enraged, Qiu Lan's feet crackled in the snow, and lightning crackled around her as she lunged at the ghost woman Li Tao like an arrow released from a bow.

After landing, Li Tao spun around, his scythe sweeping horizontally, the blade brushing against the ground and kicking up snow and mud, slashing towards Qiu Lan's waist and abdomen.

Qiu Lan changed direction midway and slammed her right fist hard onto the handle of the sickle.

"clang--!!"

The hilt of the knife was struck and tilted slightly, the blade grazing past Qiu Lan's side ribs.

Li Tao took two steps back, staring intently at Qiu Lan, his chapped lips twisting into a ferocious smile that revealed his yellowed teeth.

"We have no past grudges or recent animosity, so what do you mean by coming to our door to cause trouble!"

Qiu Lan clenched her fist, tilted her head to look at the withered old hag in front of her, and sneered, "Do I need a reason to hit you?!"

"Excellent—very good!"

One sentence made Li Tao's lips twitch. He was stunned for a moment, then laughed in anger, muttering a spell.

Several cracks appeared in the snow, and skeletal arms emerged from the cracks, reaching for Qiu Lan's feet.

"This kind of trick—!!"

Qiu Lan shouted and leaped into the air, dodging the bone hand's grab.

His body flipped halfway in mid-air, and his right leg slashed down towards Li Tao's head.

Xia Lan followed behind, spitting out several fireballs to block Li Tao's retreat.

"Big sister, I'm going too."

Chunlan said something, and with Donglan nodding, she came to the battlefield and used illusion magic.

Before long, Li Tao, who was being attacked by three men, was subdued and became a prisoner.

Chapter 41 Luo Shengjing

Luo Shengjing, the city lord's mansion.

After several months, the city lord's mansion, built by humans and monsters together and covering an area of ​​over a thousand acres, still needs time to be carefully crafted in its details, but in terms of its overall layout, it has already begun to show its grandeur, magnificence and magnificence.

The beams were made from ancient trees that were at least a hundred years old, with a diameter of more than half a meter and a length of seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters). They were all old materials transported from deep in the mountains and forests.

The bluestone slabs, relying on the mountain demon's brute force, were cut into whole pieces, each two zhang long and wide, and laid out on the ground one after another, with gaps so fine that even a knife blade could not be inserted.

It fully emphasizes height and size.

Jieluo stood on the terrace of the attic pavilion.

At a height of one hundred meters, the wind is much stronger than at ground level, but with the protective barrier enveloping the entire mansion, the actual wind is just a gentle breeze that lightly stirs the stray hairs on her forehead.

The chief steward leaned on the railing with both hands, his eyes scanning downwards to take in everything—the courtyard, the corridors, the palaces, and the stone steps.

Layer upon layer of snow spread out beneath your feet, like a meticulously painted scroll half-covered by snow.

"It is a bit too big."

Snowflakes landed on Yura's slightly parted cherry lips, melting into a cool sensation.

"It's too spacious."

For most monsters who sleep under the sky and on the ground, human buildings are simply unfamiliar objects.

The beams pressed down on my back, and the walls blocked my view; after living there for a while, I always felt like I couldn't breathe.

The larger the monster is and the less likely it is to transform into a human, the less it likes to squeeze into these square cages.

Jieluo was quite happy with this arrangement.

She didn't want the lord's mansion to be covered in mud and scratches by careless demons, so after discussing it with Inuyasha, they made arrangements.