The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

Their eyes were fixed on him.

Bai Jingxing's palm was holding lumps of flesh and blood with such force that the blood and flesh were squeezed into a mud-like slurry, which gurgled from between his fingers. At the same time, his lips and tongue were also intensely red. Slowly healed under the action of medicine.

"Brother...Brother!" Hua Ying was extremely shocked, even if he was beaten to death, Bai Jingxing would choose to cut off his tongue in exchange for a short time to speak, "You are too...too..."

"City Lord, leave it to me." Bai Jingxing said every word, and soon, his voice gradually returned to being fuzzy and hoarse, and the ink color of the tattoo climbed up along with the dripping blood. The voice was only a short moment, "Let me come and kill him."

Du Zijun's eyes were complicated, but he was still calm: "It's impossible to get rid of him by yourself, and you need someone to help you."

He Qin looked at him: "You can deal with the city lord, but you have to guarantee that you have more information about him than anyone else present."

"He is—!" Bai Jingxing's voice was hoarse, and the unspoken answer was suddenly submerged between his silent lips and teeth. The veins on his forehead burst out, and he strangled his throat with great effort, rubbing off several mottled and intermittent bloodstains on his clothes. ,"Yes Yes……!"

"The information about the city lord was blocked by him," Wen Zheliu stared at Bai Jingxing closely, "What if it was written down?"

Bai Jingxing was sweating profusely, and instead swiped his fingers vigorously on the ground, but what he wrote down were all broken symbols that didn't form whole characters, like ghostly drawn symbols.

"Tattoos actually have this effect!" Chi Qingliu was surprised, "If you can't use words or words to convey information, wouldn't it be better than dead people to keep secrets?"

"As long as you think of a way, the information cannot be conveyed," Wen Zheliu said in a deep voice, "If it's our guess, you just need to nod or shake your head?"

"It's useless." He Qin looked at him and said, "Tattoos are a means he uses to control people. Forbidding any information about him is a requirement. This is almost a conceptual control, and there is no possibility of exploiting loopholes."

"It's a bit... a bit like he controls the Wernicke's area in the brain," Wen Zheliu said, "Wernicke's area is responsible for analyzing semantics. People can't distinguish words in dreams because it is also dormant at the same time, but , Brother Bai's situation is not exactly like..."

"It's fine as long as he knows what's going on in his heart." Du Zijun was not worried about the lack of information. "Tacit understanding in battle is sometimes more effective than a hundred words. Go up."

At this moment, the tattoo that imprisoned Bai Jingxing also healed together. He took a deep breath in frustration, got up and put the container containing Liao Binglu into his backpack without saying a word.

"Don't worry, everything will be solved," Wen Zheliu pressed his shoulders, "From now on, just make a scene!"

On the high sky plain, the gracefully dressed Holy Son stood at a fixed point on the altar, looking down at the ghosts whistling by mountains and tsunami below.Her eyes were determined, but there was always a trace of lingering melancholy between her brows.

"Why are you frowning, Tai Fu?" A slippery voice came from behind her like a snake, "Aren't you happy looking at the subjects who love you so much?"

Hearing this voice, Shengzi's golden brows twitched, and something that could be called a sinister look appeared in his expression.

"As you said, as soon as the ceremony is over, let me see him." The Son said.

"Of course, of course, my lord!" The city lord came out from the side with a smile on his face. Today, he changed his face again, with an extremely mediocre female appearance. The small triangle is full of pockmarks. The only special thing is the corner of his mouth. A mole.He stood beside the Holy Son, staring at the girl back and forth, with an extremely despicable expression, "When I executed those humans that day, you were very unhappy, very unhappy... You looked like you were going to swallow me alive, my God Oh, my God!"

His voice was like a snake, and his figure was also free like a snake. Then he emerged from the other side of the Holy Son, and whispered softly in her ear: "My lord, Amaterasu also has the light that devours the world. In your kind and holy heart, there is also a deep desire to destroy the world..."

"Shut up." Shengzi squeezed out two words from between his teeth. In an instant, the temperature around her was heated to the point of boiling. There was no flame, and the twisted and dancing air was her flame.

Before she launched an attack, the city lord had already teleported to a distance.

"Don't be angry!" the city lord giggled, "That man—the man you've been waiting for for a long time is still in my hands. Be patient, Taifu, you will meet him...I promise."

The atmosphere above is tense and ready to explode, but the ghosts and monsters below are cheering everywhere. At the grand banquet where the whole of Huangquan came to watch the ceremony, the noble girls entered the arena one after another. A small palace with pure gold bells tied to the vermilion eaves, and the veil covering the faces of Furisode Shinzos, even the best-sighted Domeki can only see four graceful and slender shadows, Harusakura behind the chariot Floating, summer flowers bloom, autumn maple falls, and winter snow flutters, swaying four brilliant and different colors on the endless square; then the four of them are the red gods and purple gods, the beauty of the four seasons is gone , replaced by the warm golden-red phalanx and the elegant silver-purple phalanx, like the demon fire of the prairie fire, occupying the eyes of everyone; and next to the back, there are many high-ranking girls who are used to walking alone. Clouds, the big fan held high is painted with wind, flowers, snow and moon, which are all symbols of identity, just like the generals who are going to war proudly display their family emblems.

"Ah, hasn't this already begun?" The city lord's eyes were red, and he looked excitedly at the magnificent scenery below. He opened his arms and shouted intoxicated: "Hurry up and use war to please me, subject!"

The Holy Son looked at him coldly, it was really frighteningly greedy and possessive, as if what he was looking at was not a ghost, but a toy kingdom that belonged to him.For so many years, the city lord has always been obsessed with watching these powerful and beautiful ghost girls staged scenes of disputes and farces for him. Every 30 years, he would spend a lot of manpower and material resources to hold the oiran ceremony, just to satisfy his selfishness.

He fanatically loves everything under his control, including himself who has to be restrained by the mouse, and whenever he encounters something out of his control, he will be furious and fierce like a dragon until the situation returns to his own. In the palm of your hand.

Speaking of which, what happened to the last 30-year Oiran Ceremony...

Shengzi's pupils dilated for a moment, and she suddenly found that the memories of previous years' celebrations, like blue ink diluted with water, had already disappeared without a trace in her mind.

What is... what happened?

"I heard it!" Qiu Boyi couldn't hide his joy, "There is a scout that was taken up to the sky, very close to where they were standing, and the priest is now... in the hands of the city lord!"

"He must have locked him up somewhere," Hua Ying said, "and I am sure that the Son of God will not be able to rescue him for a while."

"The Shejiang Naginata Cavalry." Wen Zheliu said, "Look for the location of the Shejiang Naginata Cavalry! It is the only armed force in the city that never sleeps that is not under the control of the Holy Son."

Xie Yuanyuan interjected: "By the way, Miss Xiao Shanguang...is she going to be okay?"

Wen Zheliu was silent for a while, he looked up at He Qin, it's not that he hadn't thought about this problem, but Xiao Shanguang was indeed inextricably linked with them.Liao Binglu used half of his body's flesh and blood to meet the crushing of the gods. This time is only a moment for the player's perception, but for Xiao Shanguang, it is a really long 20 days.

... She is in danger.

"As long as she's still alive, no matter how badly she's injured or where she's locked up," He Qin looked at Wen Zheliu seriously, "we're going to rescue her."

"...Mmm!" Wen Zheliu nodded vigorously.

"Yang House is empty, and only some low-level wandering girls and ghost warriors are left behind," Guan Zhiyu said. That big square like the Colosseum in ancient Rome!"

Li Zhengqing frowned, "The city that never sleeps is already big. Now that the city gate is open, ghosts from the underworld are still pouring in. Looking for someone, let alone looking for a needle in a haystack, is simply looking for a drop of water in the sea."

"That's right, in this case, even if the eyes and ears are all over the city, it's useless." Chi Qingliu frowned, "Add another mission to search for the main character?"

"No need," Wen Zheliu said, "Through these few encounters, we can see that the city lord has a very controlling side in his character, and he hates sudden things that are out of his control. The Holy Son once Wanting to sneak down to Abo Qiyuan, he did not hesitate to tear himself apart with Amaterasu, and he also wanted to kill all the ghosts who served her, and let her witness all this with his own eyes, so the Holy Son was afraid to act rashly from now on; thank you Yuanyuan broke through his blockade, stabbed him once, and he became furious, using such a big killer move, trying to put us all to death..."

"So?" Li Zhengqing looked at him, "Do you know where he will put the priest?"

Wen Zheliu smiled: "It's not difficult to guess. Such a pretentious control freak who wants to put the world under his nose must know the relationship between the Son and Abel, and now Abel is taken by him." Captured, where else could he put Abel?"

The players looked up involuntarily. The sky city floating in the sky was shining like a scorching sun. Gao Tianyuan, who was attracting everyone's attention, was standing at the head of the Holy Son, and standing next to her was the Lord of the city. Then the priest...

Li Zhengqing smiled.

"You are really smart," Li Zhengqing sighed softly, "Everything has to be under his control, so he hid the priest among the crowd watching the ceremony, and he must ride next to the Shejiang Naginata!"

"Let's go." Du Zijun said, "There's not much time left. We can't meet our targets before Yuedu arrives. The early arrangements are all in vain."

He Qin snapped his fingers: "Then, according to the original plan——"

"Gather your forces first, and disrupt the Oiran Grand Ceremony." Bingsan said.

"Then defeat each opponent one by one!" Ren Jiu clenched his fists, determined to win.

"set off!"

On the high platform to watch the ceremony, the golden red and silver purple square formations are like water and fire, lined up on both sides, and the red and purple gods headed by four are looking at the ongoing ceremony with great interest under the new creation of four four sleeves.

Zi Tianshen is dressed in a luxurious purple dress, with a golden hairpin on the back of her head to fix her Zhengzi baotou, her slender eye ends are raised, she is a woman with cold eyebrows, charming and lingering glances, her sleeves smell fragrant when she walks, which is very exciting Fascinated.She looked at the group of beautiful ghost girls who were fighting below, and the crystal long armor painted in cherry purple thoughtfully scratched her rosy lips.

"The winner is about to be decided," the crowd in the city that never sleeps cheered, and one of the fans beside her said softly, "Why do you choose martial arts? Xiangori loose tea is not good at arguing with others, if she puts on men's clothes and dances , It is not an exaggeration to say that Izumo Akuni is reborn, how did he fall to the point where he was torn apart and devoured by his opponent?"

The bright light shines down from the top of the head, which is warm and pleasant. This is the real light that belongs to ghosts.Zi Tianshen closed her eyes and murmured in a low voice: "This was not her original intention."

The gods who surrounded her whispered, "...But, the Taifu won't like this."

"The husband doesn't like it, someone likes it!" Zi Tianshen suddenly opened her eyes. At this moment, her whole person changed. There was some anger that had been suppressed for a long time bursting out of her eyes, making her change from a romantic beauty to a sudden change. It became a sharp demon knife with evil light, "Do you want to serve the Taifu? Go and please the ghost who is holding on to the sun first! If you can't make him nod, what's the use of dancing to captivate all beings?"

On the other side, the red god was leaning against the crimson silk cushion, and the golden red robe set off her white and tender neck and shoulders, giving it a crystal-clear texture.Her brows and eyes are as flamboyant as a peony, and the golden and red rattan hairpin is tied with a vermilion baotou. Looking at the city that never sleeps, she is the only one who can use the official red color that is exclusive to Taihu on the hair accessories that represent her status. With a bursting temper, his words and deeds are more impulsive than rational, and the scheming Zi Tianshen has fought her for many years, but has not succeeded in stepping on her head.

Seeing that the war below was coming to an end, blood was smeared everywhere in the square, and a ghost girl whose figure was like a slender willow branch was grabbed by the opponent and torn in half, and then swallowed into the belly, the red god took a deep breath, with an expression of complex.

As a ghost, of course she would be excited by such undisguised violence and gore, but...

Hong Tianshen glanced up, and the figure standing in the warm golden light did not know what expression was on her face.

"You don't seem very happy." A low-level god spoke to her.

Hong Tianshen gave a pretentious smile: "What kind of oiran ceremony, it's just a group of monkeys performing for people."

"...Please be careful," the ghost girls around her became vigilant, "If the city lord hears this..."

Hong Tianshen turned his eyes wearily, but just stared at the light illuminating the pitch-black night absentmindedly.

She remembered the first time she and her husband met.

Few ghosts can find out her origin, and only a few maids who have been with her for a long time know that she was not a wandering girl in Yangwu in the first place, but an attendant who was sent to Abo Qiyuan.

She was still very young that year, but the unruly and ambitious beauty could already be seen on her face.She can't remember how she ended up in the city that never sleeps, but all the women here exist for one purpose, which is to serve others, except for the husband, who shines the fate of the world.

Hong Tianshen didn't want to fall into such a situation, so she went to participate in the selection to enter Awaqiyuan.Because of this youthful, immature beauty, she was lucky enough to pass the preliminary examination, and accepted the selection of the dispatched female officer together with other maids.At this time, she was not very old, she had never experienced the grand occasion of the oiran election, and she didn't know what the Taifu looked like. She only knew that the ghosts around said that the Taifu's beauty could not be described in words, and only the tears of bitter tears could cheer her up. The barren pale tongue adds a bit of content.

She is still very young, and her young heart is light because of shallowness and vigor at the same time, enough to fly to a place higher than the sky at once.Hong Tianshen didn't take this statement seriously. Anyone who met her would say that she would be a stunning beauty in the future, and her growing and flowing beauty is what deserves people's attention. People are amazing, but they will get tired after a long time.

The red ghost loves and hates fiercely, so the ambition to annex the world is naturally burning in her immature body.However, this is a secret that cannot be exposed. In the city that never sleeps, she cannot tell any creature that she has the delusional idea of ​​replacing her husband.

Looking back now, she has always resisted her time in Awakihara.They are trainee maids who need to go through layers of selection before they can work for the Taifu. They have a lot of heavy practice work every day, and the tiring assessment is waiting for them in the evening at the end of the day. If you beat your hands mercilessly, if you make a mistake the second time, you have to pack up and get out of the area where Awa Qiyuan is located, get out of the center of the city that never sleeps, and never come back.Here she is just a low-level little person, her proud beauty has become a flower scattered in the mud and no one appreciates it, and she also receives the most warning eyes, because she likes red, vermilion, exquisite ruby ​​and The crimson colored glaze built Awa Qiyuan, a beautiful palace in the sky, which made her often distracted, feeling that even if she was doing the hardest and most tiring work, her body and mind were flying in the rays of the sun.

The second wave of ghost girls stepped onto the stage with noble and elegant dances, stepping on blood like a red lotus.Their skins were covered with gorgeous gold leaf, and their beautiful bodies were faintly visible under the flowery clothes. The city lord danced and laughed with extreme excitement, like howling wolves.

Red God closed her eyes, imagining Taifu's voice, imagining the expression on her face at the moment... But it's been too long, they haven't seen Taifu's real face for too long, she can't guess whether Taifu's face is sad or angry, silent Or mourn.

Is she still willing to watch it?Would she still be willing to watch her own people fight each other, but she can't speak, and can't resist?

Awa Qiyuan hangs delicate and clear glazed palace lanterns, just like falling cherry blossoms.Every year, there will always be a few distinguished guests asking to see the Taifu. After the grand banquet, there are many things that need to be cleaned up by the people below.The trainee maids were allotted a set of Taifu's daily clothes. The snow-white hem and cuffs were smudged with vermilion maple forest, which was as sad and beautiful as the whole autumn, but the fabric was stained by the smell of wine, and they needed to use expensive black incense Smoked off.

The young Hong Tianshen had never seen such exquisite and beautiful jewelry. She was attracted by a string of golden and red rattan hairpins, and she couldn't help holding it in her palm and hiding it.

She is stealing, and she is stealing from the husband. If she is found out, she will be thrown into the river of the underworld and turned into blood that will never be reborn.

But what does it matter?Sooner or later, I will replace that woman and stand at the top of the city that never sleeps... sooner or later.At that time, I will also be able to wear the noble Zhenghong, and sigh three times in the entire sky of Huangquan, so that everyone will look up to my radiance!She gritted her teeth and thought.

Originally, no one would notice her behavior, because the Taifu had too many jewels, sprinkled on the sky, maybe it could flow into a galaxy, but something went wrong that day, and the two sleepy apprentice maids didn't have time to change the incense burner It is extremely difficult to extinguish the will-o'-the-wisp in the underworld, so it rekindles from the incense ash, and licks the delicate uniform along the gap of the incense burner. When it is discovered, the fire has long been irreparable.

The female officer dispatched was furious because of this, she went to the bottom floor to count the Taifu's burned property, and finally found that a golden vine flower hairpin was missing from the ashes.

Hong Tianshen's theft was quickly discovered.

The female officer dispatched hand looked down at her, and the hairpin of golden vine flower fell in front of Hong Tianshen, and it was covered with the blood she sprayed from her mouth and nose.

"What a despicable maidservant, why don't you plead guilty?" The maid sent her lips to move, and scolded her shamelessly in ancient language, "How dare you put your dirty hands on the Taifu's things!"

Hong Tianshen fell on the ground, his bones were in severe pain as if they were being crushed.

She was about to die, because of a moment of greed and ambition, she was about to be executed by the ghost in front of her, she struggled to spit out a mouthful of blood, and just stared at the female officer.

"But so what?" Bloody phlegm rolled from the throat of the Red God, making her originally charming voice growl like a beast, "I am a ghost... The desire of ghosts will never be extinguished or diminished! I wanted to do this, so I did this I did it... I don't regret it, and I don't plead guilty!"

The female officer who dispatched her hands looked at her in shock, she was so rebellious that she suddenly lost her words.

"You... want me to confess..." Red God's teeth were covered with blood, and her smile was as bright as blood, "It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous...You actually asked a ghost to confess...Ghost The original sin is that we are ghosts! Our existence is the greatest sin! To live is something that is injustice, you actually think... you actually want me to plead guilty because of a hairpin..."

The female officer who dispatched the hand was furious, and said sharply: "Beast!"

"stop."

There was a lot of wind and thunder, and a voice sounded quietly.

The female officer who dispatched her hands paused, she turned her head, and Hong Tianshen also raised her head, her pupils reflected the sun's rays and rose from behind the screen.

She finally saw, the prince of the city that never sleeps, and Amaterasu of Huang Quan.

Her face is unexpectedly young, she is not the most gorgeous enchantress in Hong Tianshen's imagination, but her long platinum hair is like a river of stars, her eyes are pure blue as clear as water, she looks at her...that is a god attitude and appearance.

"What's your name?" She walked over as if no one else was there, and the female officer who dispatched her hands came back to her senses, and she hurriedly said: "Teacher, you can't..."

"You're hurt." This was the second sentence she said.

So the female officer dispatched also closed her lips.

Hong Tianshen looked at her, unable to imagine that there was so much warmth...the warmth made her smile stiff, and the arrogance and cruelty in her eyes also retreated, always retreating.

"You want this?" Tai Fu squatted beside her, picking up the hairpin on the ground.

Hong Tianshen didn't speak, maybe she was wrong... In the world of the dead, there is one and only one person who came to melt the original sin carved on the spine by ghosts.

The husband smiled, she spoke to her in a very low voice, as private as a whisper, it was a secret that only the two of them knew.

"You like red?"

After waiting for the third question, the God of Red Sky answered distractedly: "...Yes, but red is your color, and no one else has the right to use it."

"Then, come and replace me," the Taifu smiled, with an understatement tone, as if to say that the weather today is really nice, "When you become Taifu, you can wear very red and very red skirts and live in Abo Qiyuan La."

Hong Tianshen's body shook, she tried to find some sarcasm or ridicule in her eyes, but there was nothing, Taifu's eyes were as bright as ever, reflecting her surprised expression.

"It's better to have a goal to move forward than to live in ignorance," Taifu stroked her forehead, and put the clean gold hairpin into her hand, "Is Taifu's position so great? But since it is what you desire in your heart, Why not give it a try?"

Hong Tianshen was speechless, the Taifu saw through the greed and ambition in her heart of trying to replace Amaterasu, but said to her, why not give it a try?

She murmured: "This is too ridiculous..."

... This is really ridiculous. In the city that never sleeps, she finally has the only one person who can tell her delusions, but that person is actually the Taifu himself.

"If you take this, you won't be able to stay in Awaqiyuan," Taifu looked at her. "This is the rule. Stealing is not good after all. However, except here, you can use your own methods to chase me. When the day I stand at the top of Awagigahara and I can see you, I will let you wear jewelry in the color you like, how about it?"

Hong Tianshen looked at her, and slowly took the hairpin from her hand.

"Good," she said.

From that day on, she left Awaqiyuan and used all means to enter Yangwu, from a wandering girl at the bottom to becoming a god above all ghosts, and then from a god to leading the camp and becoming the red of the underworld. God.

"The noblest red," she said softly, "must not be stained with blood."

There was a loud bang in the distance, and there was an uproar in the square, as if someone broke through the blockade of Shijiang Naginata Knights and broke into the ongoing celebration.

The ecstatic smile on the city lord's face froze, the Holy Son was taken aback, and the ghosts and ghosts were talking loudly. All the guests present stretched their bodies, wanting to find out the specific situation.

"What's the matter?" Zi Tianshen's eyes were concentrated, and he stared at the far entrance, where smoke and dust were everywhere, and with the movement just now, it seemed that an explosion had occurred.

The ghost girls who were fighting each other couldn't help but separate and stay away, staring at the figure of the visitor.

A tall... woman slowly walked out of the smoke rising into the sky.

She is very tall, with long black hair tied behind her head, fluttering in the wind with a white headband, awe-inspiring like a swordsman from ancient times, but she is wearing a strangely gorgeous robe, purple gold Hundreds of butterflies flutter and dance, and vines and flowers look like clouds and fog.

As she walked slowly towards the center of the square, she pressed the handle of the knife on her waist, her pace neither fast nor slow.The city that never sleeps is as bright as day, so her appearance is gradually clear from the smoke and dust, her eyes are molten gold, and there is a flirtatious red at the end of her eyes.

All the ghosts looked at her.

Her face was extremely beautiful, but at the same time she was extremely strict, and she walked slowly, as if she was patrolling her own country.According to legend, there is a huge mountain called Kunlun in the ancient eastern country. The ice and snow on the top will last forever, but it will be difficult to melt for a thousand years. The ancient kings set their lifelong goal of learning its arrogance and honor. Be tough as this eternal snow mountain.

The ghost girls who were fighting endlessly just now retreated one after another, and their knees were faintly weakening.

Something as magnificent as the mountains and the sea is coming...something like an emperor is coming!

The woman was already standing in the middle of the square.

She took a long breath and looked forward carelessly, so just a moment ago, it was a massacre where thousands of ghosts watched for fun, and suddenly it became the altar of the Son of Heaven where all people looked up to and feared.

"Oiran Grand Ceremony?" She asked, her voice was hoarse and affectionate, with a faint smile, "It's really lively."