[Comprehensive] Fusangshen

Finally brought the sword back...

Five Tigers stood at the entrance of Honmaru, looking at the crimson sword in their hands, showing a look of half joy and half guilt: "Yes, I'm sorry, I brought you back without your will... because, because I don’t want to be alone again.”

"Please don't leave me behind!"

While speaking, his hesitant expression gradually became firm, and his small body seemed to be filled with courage suddenly.

Holding the sword carefully in his scarred hand, he limped into the already lifeless Honmaru.

"It went well unexpectedly." Inside the scarlet sword that Wuhutui couldn't see, Chubby wagged his tail as if he was very happy.

"Really, do you think so?"

Chubby tilted his head, showing an attitude of listening attentively.

"This child... has almost reached his limit." Shen Shen looked at the expression of the silver-haired boy with great interest.

Since coming to this world, he always seems to find something interesting, so it seems that this experience is not all bad.

"You mean to say..."

"He's about to fall."

Since when Fu Sangshen, who is pure and pure in nature, also began to learn to be afraid of loneliness, for this reason, he was even willing to drag his own kind into a situation where there might be no redemption.

This short knife called Wuhutui, staring at the sword in his hand, seems to have grasped the last straw, which has become an obsession.

"Will it hinder our mission?" Compared with whether Fu Sangshen will fall in the dark, Chubby cares more about whether it can get more and deeper emotions. After all, that is the source of its strength.

"No. Rather, it's a good thing."

After hearing Shen Shen's answer, Chubby slid back to his side, bent down obediently, and stopped making any noise.

At this time, Wuhu Tui also brought the new sword he had harvested to the door of the God-inspector's bedroom.

If one or two lights can be seen in other places in this ominous and depressing main pill, then the room where the God-inspector lives is completely dark.

As a dagger, the Five Tigers have excellent investigative capabilities.

Although he couldn't see it, he could hear the slight and suppressed breathing of the god-inspector in the dark, like an animal caught in a trap, dying and crazy.

He hugged the sword in his arms even tighter, his voice trembling with fear: "Aoi, Aoi-sama...well, retreated to the battlefield, searched, found a new sword..."

"New..." The examiner's erratic murmur came from inside the room.

The next moment, a figure flew towards Wuhutui.

Wuhu Tui reflexively wanted to escape, but he quickly thought of something, and he still knelt and sat on the spot with a pale face, suppressing his instinct for that moment, and the wound on his body reappeared because of his tense body. New blood was shed.

Soon, a girl appeared in front of him.

The girl is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with loose long hair, disheveled and lethargic.The originally beautiful figure has become emaciated due to the long-term squeezing of her own spiritual power, and the originally delicate face has also been distorted by the intense emotions at this moment. At this time, the girl is like a monster crawling out of the abyss.

She firmly grasped Wu Hutui's hand, and the tremendous strength made the young Fu Sangshen show a painful expression.

Her eyes were fixed on the sword in his arms, and she asked deliriously: "Is this the one, is it this one?!"

"Yes, yes... woo..."

It's scary, it's scary to retreat...

Who will come... who will save him...

The judge stared at the crimson sword obsessively, his eyes were blurred, and he made a vague sound: "Ah... really, it's really a beautiful sword... a rare sword that has never existed before, and only belongs to me. ... mine, all mine ..."

As she spoke, she touched the blade of the sword tremblingly, and at the same time, a faint white light symbolizing spiritual power lit up in the palm of her hand, like a candle flickering in the wind and rain, which was so fragile that it would be extinguished in the next moment.

"The current spiritual power of this god judge is probably not enough to provide you with power in this world." Qiubi looked out from the inside of the sword, as if he didn't see the girl's madness at all, and just commented purely objectively and to the point.

Shen Chen looked at the girl's haggard and paranoid expression, and said slowly: "Not necessarily."

The next moment, the scarlet sword, which had been completely unresponsive, suddenly shone with a faint glow, making the cold and silent room suddenly feel warmer.

"Respond, answer me!" The dark eyes of the judge were suddenly ignited by this glow, and she exclaimed in disbelief: "The first, the first rare sword that answered me..."

An intoxicated and bewildered look appeared on her face, as if she drank a glass of fine wine and had a good dream: "Wait, wait, I will definitely wake you up."

As she said that, a more brilliant white light bloomed in her hands, brighter, purer and more brilliant than ever before!

"Master Aoi, please stop! If you continue like this, you will die!" Realizing that the god judge was burning his own life to extract more spiritual power, the instinct to protect the master hidden deep in Fusangshen's soul was activated, five Hu Tui couldn't help standing up and said anxiously.

"Shut up!" The judge rudely stopped the young Fu Sangshen, with a vicious and vigilant expression: "Are you going to stop me, are you going to hinder me too! A weak, rotten street bastard like you , should be cut with a knife!"

Wuhu Tui seemed to be frightened, and suddenly became quiet.

He lowered his raised hand slowly, and his slender eyelashes drooped, covering his always wet eyes: "Is that so... So, this is how you see me..."

"You don't want me anymore, do you..."

"Ah, that's right." The god judge said maliciously while drawing spiritual power: "If you didn't need you to fight, I would have wanted to kill you a long time ago. You are a thing that everyone has. , I don't need it! I just want the only one, the best!"

While speaking, the ray of light in the hands of the judge of God has been brightened to the extreme, like fireworks in the prosperous age that exploded in an instant——

And in the center of the light, the brightest place here, a figure slowly appeared——

flame……

Warm, fiery, blazing flames...

In the pitch-black room, a crimson flame suddenly rose, like a hovering dragon snake, enthusiastically surrounding the newly-appeared Fusangshen——

His face is handsome and full of deterrence.

The long red hair is almost integrated with the flames, and the ends of the hair are curled outwards, looking rebellious.The golden pupils are sharp and deep, with contemptuous arrogance and unruly wildness.

His attire is somewhat similar to Kuritaguchi's sword.The black shirt and leather pants outline his tight muscle texture, full of dangerous explosive and offensive power.

The cloak on the outer cover, the silver armor, and a silver iron chain tied to the waist of the trousers——

Cold and rebellious.

He stands there looking down at you, like a king who is visiting, condescendingly inspecting his subjects and territory.

"The sword named Damocles originally belonged to another world, the sword of the Red King."

The red-haired Fu Sangshen spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, and the slight tremor at the end made his legs weak inexplicably.

His dark golden pupils glanced around, paused when he passed the Five Tigers retreat, and finally stopped on the God Judge.

The appraiser's pale cheeks flushed, and she looked at the new Fu Sangshen almost obsessively, her thin body trembling with excitement: "It's me, it's me, I woke you up! I am your lord, you The only master!"

The judge stretched out his trembling hand, trying to touch the red-haired Fu Sangshen.

Fu Sangshen calmly avoided the approach of the god judge, and walked in front of the god judge in a wrong step.

Then, the God-inspector saw his current appearance in his dark golden eyes——

The examiner, who was still a girl just now, now has mottled wrinkles on the corners of his eyes.

The delicate skin was instantly aged, the jet-black hair suddenly turned white, and the crisp voice gradually became hoarse.

It seems that the green shoots of early spring have instantly entered the withered autumn, the end of life.

——This is the price of excessively extracting vitality.

The aftereffects of frequently squeezing spiritual power due to frantic forging knives in the past also broke out at this moment.

"Ah...ah...why?! Why did I become like this!"

The appraiser stroked her face in disbelief, but suddenly felt the dryness and roughness of her skin. She couldn't help crying and howling, like a thorn bird crying.

Fu Sangshen looked down at his gray-haired master, deep and peaceful: "It must be painful, master."

Spiritual backlash, mental torture.

Are you a human being now, or are you obsessed with transforming demons?

"Help me, save me!"

Realizing that there was a powerful Fusangshen beside him, the God interrogator seemed to grasp the last straw.

The rapidly aging and shrinking legs made her kneel on the ground, stretching out her hand to Fu Sangshen with difficulty.

The handsome Fu Sangshen stared at her for a moment, then lowered his head slightly: "Obey the Lord."

Fu Sangshen's voice was low and steady, with a reassuring power.

The inquisitor, who was still hysterical, couldn't help but quiet down.

Then in the next moment, red flames ignited all over her body, just like when Fu Sangshen first appeared——

Yiyi, Huanghuang, scorching hot, scorching hot.

—It was a grand funeral.

She seemed to be sitting among countless blood-red flowers in full bloom.

In the heart of every flower lies a sword—

Akita Toshiro, Maeda Toshiro, Ranto Toshiro, Hirano Toshiro, Atsuto Toshiro, Shinano Toshiro...

Also, her initial sword, Yamabasaki Kunihiro...

She gradually remembered things from long ago.

Joy, anger, pain, numbness...

Familiar figures approached her one by one, ranging from neat and clean to blood-stained, and finally shattered in front of her.

In the end, she hugged all the swords in the flames, and the sharp blades pierced into her body, taking away her voice, her bones, and her blood.

—and then she died, leaving nothing behind.

The fierce flame burned everything and gradually extinguished.

Fu Sangshen, that is, Shen Shen was about to ask Qiubi how many "emotions" he had collected just now, when he felt his clothes being pulled gently.

He lowered his head, and the excellent height advantage allowed him to see Fa Xuan'er of the silver-haired young lady.

The young child seemed very excited, and the hand holding the hem of his clothes trembled slightly.

Are you planning to avenge the god judge, or...

The next moment, Wu Hutui suddenly raised his head, with tears streaming down his face as expected: "You shouldn't have killed Master Kui!"

"Huh?" The tall red-haired Fu Sangshen snorted softly, with a solemn and hoarse ending, inexplicably majestic.

However, Wu Hutui was unexpectedly not afraid, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and instead moved a few steps closer, like an insecure cub, trying to curl up in its own den.

"Miss Aoi, she was just on the verge of death by the backlash of spiritual power. In order to free her, you would rather bear the sin of killing the master alone..."

"Woo...Obviously, I am the one who has followed Aoi-sama for a longer time, and I should be the one to come..."

"You are such a gentle man!"

Shen Shen: "..."

Children, brain supplementation is a disease, which must be cured!

It was probably the first time I encountered such a developmental situation, Shen Shen rubbed the center of his brows, and called out to the void: "Qiubi."

Following his words, a small snow-white beast slowly walked out from the dark corner of the house.

With light and flexible steps, Chubby rubbed against Shen's feet, then stretched out his long tail, wrapping around Shen's ankles with soft hair.

Shen Shen squinted at it: "Looking at you like this, I think I've gained a lot just now."

"Yes, Mr. Shen Shen." Qiubi raised his head, his red eyes were like jewels.

In fact, the struggle, pain, repentance, hope and despair of the person who just judged God brought it a lot of energy.

Master Shen Shen is really efficient as expected.

"Then let's go."

Having got a satisfactory result, Shen Chen immediately turned around and walked towards the outside of the pill, very neatly, as if without any nostalgia.

"Well, please wait a moment!" The silver-haired child hurried over and stopped in front of Shen Shen.

Qiubi and Shen Chen have always used telepathy to communicate, and no one else can hear them except them.

So in the eyes of the five tigers, the little white beast that just came out of the corner is probably the same existence as the little uncle (Minghu)'s little fox and his former little tiger.And, after it came out, this Lord Fu Sangshen looked like he wanted to leave...

"Do you still have something to do?" Shen Chen looked at the scarred child in front of him, and motioned: "If you don't want to smash the knife, you'd better go and break into the room as soon as possible."

Wu Hutui didn't respond, but just looked at him fixedly, his warm eyes fully revealed for the first time: "Are you leaving?"

"Otherwise?" Shen Shen raised the corners of his lips slightly, as if smiling: "Soon the government of time will find out the death of the god judge. By that time, as the sword of killing the master, I will definitely be wanted."

Only then did the five tigers retreat to realize that Shen Shen's body had been entangled with black threads at some point, wrapping around his side like a rising mist——

That was a symbol of Fu Sangshen's fall.

The author has something to say: This is probably the story of the aunt who was suffering from liver swords and liver to kidney deficiency and finally decided to publish the newspaper (not)!

Five Tigers Retire: Hand over a good person card.

Shen Chen: After a lot of work, I can finally go out and surf!

Cupid: Great harvest, happy.

Aunt: Please continue your performance. I'm going to get a box lunch after get off work.