The hunted Yuan Boya [Comprehensive]

"Seimei..."

Unaware that his future destiny had been unilaterally decided, the comatose silver-haired young man frowned deeply, as if he had fallen into some terrible dream, and even muttered to himself unconsciously.

"Don't go, Qingming..."

Seeing the figure in the blue hunting suit gradually blending into the pitch-black vortex, as if he didn't hear his call, Boya panicked, and quickly reached out to grab his arm, but was pulled back by a sharp pain sanity.

"it hurts--!"

Boya exclaimed in pain.His arms remained outstretched, but he didn't catch anything but air.

No, what is he trying to catch?

Boya looked at his empty hand in bewilderment, and finally retracted it in a daze, frowning and pressing down on the wound that was pulled by the violent movement.

There were many wounds on his body, and the most serious one was the abdominal wound. Although it was well treated with a bandage, the wound burst again because of his movements, and it was instantly stained red.

Speaking of which... why was he injured?

Boya tried hard to recall what happened before he lost consciousness, but he couldn't think of anything related to himself except for the figure he saw just now in a dream-like state.

This is very bad.

Boya clicked his tongue, frowned and looked around.

This is a Japanese-style living room that is so simple that it can even be described as dilapidated.There was nothing in the room except the bed under him, and there was no object that might remind him of anything.

He shook his right hand briefly, always feeling that something very important was missing around him, but even if he racked his brains, it was just in vain.

Anyway, let's go out and have a look...

Although the injuries on his body were serious, they were not to the point of being unable to move. Boya struggled to prop up his body, and there was a bit of cold sweat on his forehead.

There was no one outside.

Even though it was daytime, the sky here was foggy, revealing a gloomy and cold atmosphere.The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and a few unknown wild flowers bloomed in the gaps between the bricks and stones. They also bloomed in a disorderly manner, which did not seem like a place where people lived.

But the wound on his body was obviously treated by someone.

"It can't be a haunted house."

There was no trace of popularity in the entire mansion, except for the creaking sound of himself stepping on the wooden planks, he had never even heard the chirping of birds, and there was a weirdness everywhere.

Boya secretly raised a bit of vigilance, and walked along the edge to the main hall.

Suddenly there was a soft sound in the wind.

This sound was actually very weak, but Boya instantly realized that it was the sound of a sword piercing through the air, as if it was his instinct to distinguish such a sound in an instant.

While realizing this, Boya had subconsciously touched his hand to his waist, but his hand was completely empty.

Oops.

Boya frowned fiercely, turned his body sideways at the critical moment, and narrowly dodged the attack behind him.

is there something...

Whether it was when he woke up earlier or just subconsciously, he seemed to have forgotten something important!

This kind of awareness made Boya's scalp tingle instantly, and almost his whole body broke out in a cold sweat.

"Wow, didn't it scare you?" The sneak attack failed, Tsurumaru Kuninaga did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but his eyes were filled with excitement. Looking at his silver-haired youth. "Things seem to be getting interesting~"

It seems that what they plan to raise in captivity is not a small sheep that can be rounded and flattened~

——This is not what humans should be like.

While Tsurumaru Kuninaga was sizing up Boya, Boya was also quietly observing the person who appeared in front of him.

The black-haired young man holding a Taidao looked at him with a smile, but under this sweet smile, there was an undisguised viscous malice, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Is Your Excellency the owner of this place?" Although he had just experienced an inexplicable sneak attack, and the person in front of him was not a good person no matter how he looked at it... But at this moment, he didn't feel the killing intent from this young man, and his attitude towards him Boya, who was completely confused, could only ask aloud.

"Are you looking for your saber?" He didn't answer Boya's question, but noticed his subconscious action before, Tsurumaru Kuni Yongcheng's golden eyes dimmed a bit.

But before Boya could notice such emotions, he shrugged and said briskly: "When you fell into a coma, you put it away on your own initiative."

"So that's how it is," after what the other party said, Yuan Boya finally knew what he was looking for no matter whether he just got up or just subconsciously defended.

Boya frowned indistinctly, and said in a low voice, "I'm at Xiayuan Boya, thanks for taking care of me."

"Gen Hiroya?" Hearing this, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had been sizing him up, showed a strange expression.

As a sword in the Heian era, it is impossible not to have heard of this name.

Is it a pseudonym...?

"Have you ever heard of my name?" Boya, who knew nothing about himself other than his own name, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "I seem to have lost my memory."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "...huh?"

Meow meow meow?Even Tsurumaru Kuninaga couldn't stand the shock of three consecutive strikes! ?

***

"So, His Highness Boya doesn't remember his identity and origin at all?"

Sitting opposite Boya, Sanri Yue Zongjin raised his wide sleeves embroidered with complicated patterns, and poured a cup of tea for Boya gracefully. Seeing Boya nodding, he couldn't help but sighed softly: "I didn't expect such a thing to happen. .However, we don’t know the origin of His Royal Highness Boya.”

"This place is remote and there are few people on weekdays, so last night you passed out at the gate of Honmaru with blood all over your body, which surprised us..."

Sanriyue Zongjin has a beautiful appearance, dignified and elegant demeanor, and his every move is pleasing to the eye. Boya felt that he was a bit kind-hearted for no reason. Although he felt that there was a weird meaning everywhere, his posture couldn't help but relax a lot. He said with a wry smile: "I don't remember anything at all except my name."

Who is he?

Why was he seriously injured, and why did he appear in this inaccessible mansion?

Moreover, this place looks very dilapidated, it really doesn't look like a place where people live, but beyond Boya's expectation, there are not only people here, but more than one.

Frowning in bewilderment, Boya glanced at the people in the room calmly, feeling more and more strange in his heart.

"Although I have heard of this name before, it was a character from the Heian-kyo era more than 1000 years ago..."

And this possibility is too unbelievable.

Sword Fusangshen can cross the boundaries of the times to kill the time-traveling army and maintain history, but it is impossible for human bodies to withstand the pressure of time-space transformation, but they will be directly crushed into powder... This is exactly what It is one of the reasons why the god judge can't fight with the sword Fusangshen.

"Ping'an Jing?" Boya thought for a moment, and finally shook his head in vain.

His mind was blank at the moment, and no matter how hard he thought about it, it was just a mess that hadn't been stirred thoroughly, and he couldn't find any useful information.

"I just remember that I seemed to be looking for someone, but I couldn't remember the person's name or what he looked like."

Obviously a very important person.

"However... I have a problem." His posture was frank and casual, and he was still seriously injured, but his gaze was as sharp as a blade, and he scanned the seven people present: "If I read correctly, everyone present I'm afraid it's not human?"

He didn't have the self-consciousness of relying on others at all, and pointed out this fact straight to the point.

The room fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

"California, you are too nervous. His Highness Boya has no malicious intent." Seeing that California Qingguang beside him had put his hand on the handle of the knife, Mikazuki Zongjin stopped him.

California Qingguang snorted and put the knife back.

Sanri Yuezong's gaze towards Boya was also a little probing: "His Highness Boya is really...unexpected."

What is the origin of this young man who calls himself "Yuan Boya"?

Even though they are warriors, they are also quite accomplished in the art of yin and yang, and they can actually tell at a glance that they are not human beings.

Is it a real coincidence that such a human being who claims to have amnesia and whose name is unknown came to this abandoned Honmaru, or...intentionally?

"As His Royal Highness Boya said, we are indeed not human beings, but... Sword Fusangshen." Sanri Yuezong pondered for a moment, then whispered.

Hearing what he said, everyone cast their eyes on him with unknown meanings.

"I was the one who was abrupt, sorry. It turns out that Fusangshen was transformed into a sword. No wonder it is full of killing breath." After getting the answer he wanted, Boya, who hadn't noticed the strange atmosphere in Fusangshen, apologized readily, frankly. The appearance makes one can't find anything wrong with it.

The so-called Fusangshen is the existence of absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, accumulating resentment, or feeling the Buddha nature and spiritual power to obtain the soul and turn it into a god. Nothing to be surprised about.

Fusangshen who were unilaterally completed the settings: "..."

Several people looked at each other, but they didn't remind Boya that Fu Sangshen was very different from them.

"I don't know what plans His Highness Boya has next?" Yizhen asked suddenly.

Boya shook his head, with a rare look of emptiness: "I don't know..."

"His Royal Highness Boya's injury is very serious, it's better to rest and recuperate first." Sanri Yuezong said considerately, "Although this place is a bit crude, it's okay as a temporary place to stay. It's okay to make plans after the injury is healed." Not too late. Besides, you have to plan well to find someone, don’t you?”

"This is really too troublesome..." Boya said rather embarrassedly.They not only rescued him who was seriously injured, but now they are willing to take him in who is unknown, which really made Boya feel grateful.

"It's just..." Sanri Yuezong looked at Boya almost hesitantly, with embarrassment on his face.

"Mr. Sanriyue, if you have anything to say, you may as well speak up!"

"Then I'll get straight to the point. To be honest, I'm the one waiting for an unkind request."

Sanri Yue Zongjin exchanged a glance with Yiqi Yizhen.

When he looked at Yuan Boya again, Sanri Yue Zongjin's expression was appropriately melancholy, and he sighed faintly, "Your Highness Boya must be able to see that the spiritual power here is very barren. If we go on, we may disappear due to the exhaustion of our spiritual power...So, I wonder if His Highness Boya can be temporarily asked to become a god judge and provide spiritual power to maintain the operation of the pill?"

"God judge?" Boya scratched his hair in distress, "I..."

Before he finished speaking, Mikazuki Zongjin interrupted him somewhat rudely——

"Please, Your Highness Boya."

With the crescent moon in his eyes, Fu Sangshen removed the cover he had made with spiritual power, and showed his true face in front of Boya.

He has a handsome and beautiful appearance, but there is a finger-long scar on his cheek, which adds a bit of cruelty to this beauty.

Boya choked suddenly. "your face……"

It's not that Boya didn't notice the spiritual power covering Sanriyue's body, but he didn't ask more questions out of politeness, and he never thought that what Sanriyue Zongjin used to cover up with spiritual power turned out to be... such a terrible scar.

As long as it is someone who sees it, I am afraid that no one will not regret that such a face is destroyed.

What exactly is going on?