God judge, her career is paramount

It is probably because the god judges hardly let the sword worry about them on weekdays, but this time the sword men didn't think too much, and they all focused on the task.

Not long after they left, before the moon climbed into the sky, a small space-time gap suddenly appeared on the ceiling in the house of the judge, and two people fell out of it, and happened to fall into the mattress of the judge.

Fortunately, there was no one in the quilt, and the God Judge had already prepared for it. He strode forward and pulled out his sheath. As soon as a certain milk-blonde man sat up, the gleaming blade rested on his neck.

The examiner shouted in a low voice: "Muqie... You really stole the locator!"

This Shinhike Kirito has completely lost its original appearance, his eyes have turned into red pupils with a black background, ghost horns have grown from his right forehead, and there are several wounds on his body, and the blood flowing out is black and purple.

This is the price for violating the contract and attacking the master.

"Ah... I'm very sorry for offending Ji Jun." Mustache didn't seem to care that he still had a knife around his neck at all. Kind of similar.

Mustache lowered his head and looked at another person who fell with him: "Although it is abrupt, please ask Ji Jun to save him."

The judge also looked down. It was the knee ball she had seen before. It hadn't moved a bit since it fell, and there were a few slender cracks on its body that emitted a faint golden light. The middle was nothingness black. The whole person was divided into several sections.

Mustache: "My words... well, it doesn't matter, but this boy is a good boy, it's a pity to die. So Ji Jun..."

The judge interrupted him: "I can't save him, this Zhenxiwan's injury is not an ordinary wound, but caused by Yan Ling."

"Oh..." Mustache looked frozen for a moment, and then smiled again: "Ji Jun was joking, he hasn't broken yet, remove the power of words by hand, repair with a little material and speed up Wouldn't it be good to just stick it together? After that, you will also give Genji a treasure, why not do it?"

"It's useless." The examiner looked at Hikakiri with a complicated expression: "The Yanling Smashing Knife is irreversible, his body has been broken, and the lost part cannot be recovered even by hand."

Even without looking at the body of the knee ball, she could feel that most of the Zhen knee ball had "dead". It may be that Yan Ling was interrupted in time, and he hadn't completely broken the knife, but the remaining small part couldn't last long. , will soon die completely.

"Is that so..." Hidekiri lowered his head, not caring if the judge's knife tip would cut his throat, he unloaded the tachi with a blue sheath from the waist of Kyomaru, and slowly pulled it out— —The blade in the sheath has been broken into several parts, and the blade that comes out following the handle is only as long as a forearm.

While Higakiri was doing this, Kemaru was still lying quietly on the ground, with a handsome face but in pain.

The judge looked at this scene, her throat tightened, she was often stabbed by swords, and she had seen all kinds of injuries, and this was the second time she saw it broken like this... The first time was the No. 1 sword in Group B The honmaru was broken all over the place.

The judge looked away: "Perhaps... there is another way."

Mustache raised a pair of ghostly eyes and stared at the judge: "What method?"

God judge: "Answer me first, this Zhenxiwan is not the one that your former master forged, right? Since it is a knife forged by No. 2, why did that Zhenxiwan also participate in the assassination?"

"Assassinate... kill?" Mustache's tone was erratic, and then slowly smiled: "You know...but this kid didn't do anything, look at him, he's still clean, I'm the only one who assassinated."

"He didn't do anything?!" The interrogator couldn't believe it: "Then why did No. 2 order him to..."

Before the last word was uttered, the interrogator had already figured it out, and Hichiki finished the sentence for her understandingly: "Self-judgment? Well, it's very common, isn't it? If you can't catch the enemy, you kill the enemy's relatives to vent your anger." , This has been the case since ancient times.”

Mustache stared at her, but his tone was full of smiles: "I have already answered, so what about Ji Jun?"

The examiner took a deep look at him, and removed the tip of the knife from his neck: "In your materials, there is a legend about 'Pillow God and Cunwu'. Is this legend true?"

Hidekiri thought hard: "I don't know, so many things happened in the past...uh...I forgot."

"Then remind me now!"

The god judge put away the knife and knelt down beside the knee ball: "It is said that the tip of the knife was cut off by you not long after the knee ball was forged, so it was named Wuwu. You'd better confirm whether this legend is true or not. Really, even if it didn’t happen in the main world, it’s fine if it only happened in a few parallel worlds.”

Mustache cut his beautiful eyebrows into a frown, and he said in confusion, "I seem to be impressed by what you said... Maybe it really happened? But why did I cut off the tip of my brother's knife?"

God judge: "Because the emperor wants to kill your swordsmith, the emperor suspects that the swordsmith has embezzled materials, so the knee ball is longer than you, and then you cut the knee ball when you heard the swordsmith's cry, so that you two have the same length."

Mustaki looked very surprised: "Because of the knife maker? Why do I feel that I might be jealous? I heard San Riyue say before that no matter whether a person is good at a sword or a big one is good... well, it is wrong to be jealous, even I Turned into a ghost!"

The judge was silent for two seconds: "...you look like a ghost right now... forget what I'm talking about."

The judge took out his hand tools, and quickly disassembled the remaining parts of the knee pill, and arranged the knife strips, knife brackets and other parts one by one.

At this time, the human form of Kagemaru has begun to fade, and the whole person presents a translucent feeling, as if it will disappear soon.

The god judge said seriously to Mustache: "Fusangshen is also a god. Although you were all chosen to be summoned at the peak period, some principles are common. For example, gods are born from people's prayers, so even if you are Fictitious stories are also a part of God." Imaiken and Kohomaru, which did not exist in real history, are the best examples.

Mustache seemed to understand but half understood: "Oh...?"

God examiner: "So, from now on, whether you remember it or not, you must admit this legend in your heart-'Pillow God and Inch Wu', it really happened. Are you a god, or are you related to Xiwan A very close god, with your acknowledgment, his transformation will be much easier."

Without waiting for Mustache to reply, the judge bent down and leaned against the ear of the knee ball, and said, "Can you still hear me? If you can hear it, then repeat it to me in your heart-I was indeed chopped off by Mustache. A section of the blade, named Cunwu, although incomplete but harmless, I have accumulated countless legends in the hands of the masters of the past, and finally became Fusangshen."

——I was indeed...

The lips of the knee ball that had faded into a ghost moved, and the judge was overjoyed, and immediately sat up straight, quickly wiped off the remaining part of the knee ball, powdered and oiled it until the blade was as clean as new.

The God Judge held the blade in both hands, bowed his head and placed it next to the phantom of the knee ball, and maintained this posture, whispering: "I am a God Judge, and my job is to listen to the oracle and distinguish the truth from the false. Now I acknowledge the existence of Fusangshen 'Inn Wu', summon him to this world, and sign a contract with me—”

When she was doing this, Mustache was sitting aside, looking at her quietly with red eyes.

With the infusion of spiritual power from the God-inspector, the remaining blade suddenly lit up, and the phantom of the knee ball also emitted a dazzling white light. The whole room seemed to be forced into a sun, and the light passed through the paper door, illuminating the courtyard. Bright as day.

The light dissipated, and the black shadow in front of the God Judge slowly disappeared. She opened her eyes, and saw a young boy lying in the position of Knee Maru, whose height was about the same as the short knives of Honmaru.

The boy has short light blue hair, his eyes are closed, his small face still has a bit of baby fat, and the bangs on his forehead are the same as before. .

It worked!The god judge let out a long breath, and sweat flowed from his forehead, and the spiritual energy that had been recovered in his body was exhausted again.

Hikiri looked at his younger brother with great interest, and said in his mouth, "You have become so small, you can't be called Brother Maru now, should you be called Little Brother Maru?"

"Now he is called Cunwu." The judge glanced at Mustache and sat up straight again: "Cunwu is fine, and he will wake up soon after reinstalling the handle of the knife. As for you, answer me now The problem."

Mustache smiled: "What does Ji Jun want to know? I think Ji Jun seems to be very tired. He must still be injured, right? Why don't you rest first?"

The judge said coldly: "You don't have to worry about my affairs. The one who asked your former master for the Genji sword is No. 2, right?"

Mustache couldn't confirm or deny it, and said with a smile, "Maybe? I don't really remember..."

"Answer seriously!" The examiner raised his voice: "The remaining 57 swords and swords of your former master Honmaru have all been broken into pieces. Do you have anything to say about this? Mikayue and Tai Nian were still in the battle when the former master died. And where is Tsurumaru Kuninaga?"

"Don't be so anxious, Ji Jun really wants to know a lot."

Mustache's tone was gentle and affectionate: "I did hear some things from the current master. For example... there is a kind of yin and yang technique that can manipulate human corpses and bring the dead back to life..."

The god judge suddenly opened his eyes wide: "So after the death of No. 1 in Group B, he used yin and yang techniques to smash the rest of the swords? No, the contract is engraved on the soul. How can you use the spirit of speech just by manipulating the corpse?"

Mustache's eyes flickered: "Wouldn't it be better to use spiritualism? Don't onmyojis know this kind of magic... Or, Ji Jun thinks that my former master's soul has another place to go?"

"..." The judge pursed his lips, scolding himself for negligence in his heart.

Seeing that she was silent, Mustache thought he had guessed right, and he said with a smile: "I only remember these things. I have lived for too long, so I don't remember many things very well. As for Sanriyue, Dadianta and the others... um... no Clear."

The judge did not believe his nonsense, and asked another question: "Why do you want to take my locator?"

Mustache thought for a while: "Well... the locator, I really wanted to take it on purpose, but then..." He seemed to have thought of something, looked at the god judge with a pair of ghost eyes, and smiled at her: "Actually, this is not The original plan, well, but it’s okay.”

The judge felt chills on the back of his neck when he saw him, and subconsciously touched Wakizawa with his left hand: "What are you talking about?! Did you come to me after planning the assassination and failing? Speak clearly!"

Mustache's smile stopped: "The assassination failed..." He suddenly raised his hand and tapped his head, and smoothed the ghost horns on his palm, showing a helpless expression: "Really, my brain has become dull."

Mustache spread his hands to the judge, and said innocently: "I forgot to say just now, the number 2 you mentioned, who is my current master, will come after me soon."

Judge: "What?!"

She jumped up, and Higakiri also stood up, covered her small body with a quilt, and said: "It might be 10 minutes later, but now there are only about 3 minutes left? 2 minutes? If he sees I'm in trouble with Hime-kun, what will he think? And my younger brother Maru..."

——If No. 2 sees it, she will definitely think that she and Hikakiri are in the same group, and even think that she designed Hikakiri's assassination!

The judge suddenly looked at Higakiri, and the latter said kindly: "In order to avoid causing trouble to Ji Jun, I will leave here now, and my younger brother Maru will trouble Ji Jun to take care of him in the future."

There was a feeling of being calculated in the mind of the god judge. In fact, she could get rid of the suspicion as long as she killed Tokiri, but the matter is urgent now, and she is not sure that she can win, so she can only say: "You have caused trouble, now Let's go, don't run too fast." Run slowly so that No. 2 can catch up.

Hidekiri said briskly, "No problem."

Putting his right hand on his chest, he bowed to the interrogator and said, "Then, I'll take a step first."

After Mustache left, the examiner took out a locator from the storage bag and input spiritual power to activate it.

Outside the house, it was a sunny night, but a large cloud layer quickly gathered, and the cyclone in the middle became bigger and bigger. Electric snakes swam around in the cloud layer, and the thick electric column crashed down, directly smashing into the small courtyard of the god judge.

In Edo Castle, several figures rushed back from all directions.

The inquisitor walked out of the room and stood on the porch with his coffin in hand, the hem of his clothes rattled in the strong wind.

Before the lightning had dissipated in the courtyard, voices came out first, and someone roared: "Number 4—why is it you?! Where is Hikari? Where is Hikari—!?"

The author has something to say:

In this chapter, Anijia only said two or three truthful words, and the others are all false... and he has been plotting wrongdoing since his first appearance, which will be written later

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Before writing this chapter, I frantically clicked on Anijia to find the feeling, and finally found the texture, but at noon, I sat down with my god to eat, and after seeing the bird beam... Poof, I didn’t see it (Kaoge.jpg

(However, the Anijia in this article is also pretty good, you will know later

I myself, Honmaru, didn’t explode the real sword in Zhenanijia. I’m so angry, grandpa exploded (suck slip