When Dazai became a god judge

Alan had already left first, and she explained that the leader had warned them specifically—don't enter or leave this room at will without permission, and they will suffer God's punishment for this.But this time, Tong Mo didn't say that she would be summoned, so when she finished the task and led Dazai Osamu and Yamabuki Kirichoyoshi to the door, she reluctantly left, and before leaving, she asked Dazai Osamu to get along well with the leader .

The world inside the door is wider and more interesting than imagined.

In the resplendent and resplendent lobby, light curtains and catkins flutter.In front of the exquisitely carved lotus pattern screen, sat a smiling young man.

There is no doubt that he is the leader of the Bliss Sect—Tong Mo.

Tong Moxin unfolded the golden iron fan engraved with the pattern of lotus flowers, and slowly shook it gently on his chest, "Oh, are you the messengers of God who descended from the sky?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes to appreciate the blooming lotus by the pool, his slender and thick eyelashes covered his eyelids lightly, and he couldn't tell the emotion, "Whether we are the messengers of God is open to question, but what is certain is that you must not be the so-called Son of God."

"Oh? After living for so many years, this is the first time someone said this to me." Tong Mo put on the folding fan and tapped the beat in his palm. He leaned forward with his upper body, showing an attitude of listening attentively: "Tell me, why am I not the Son of God?"

Osamu Dazai grinned: "Because you don't believe in God at all! When you talk about this word, your eyes are empty, and you have no devotion and awe of God at all."

Because you don’t believe in God at all!

These words kept echoing in Tong Mo's mind.

For a long time, he smiled without any fear of being exposed. He smiled carefreely, and the colorful and colorful eyes reflected the light of interest.

"Human, you managed to arouse my interest."

Tong Mo murmured to himself in a low voice: "I am actually interested in other human beings other than women. You are the first one. Originally, I was going to kill you as a fertilizer to nourish the lotus. Yes, after all I never eat men..."

"But now I want to eat you again. Your body is full of indescribable fragrance. It is different from those stinky men outside. It must be very delicious."

Yamabuki Nagayoshi leaned forward to block Dazai Osamu, staring at Tong Mo warily.

In fact, ever since he got close to this room, Yamabuchi Kirigayoshi noticed a strange atmosphere. No matter how well he concealed it, and covered the original smell with the fragrance of lotus, he still smelled the lingering smell of blood in the room.This was the smell he had often smelled in the battlefields full of corpses for many years-the sweet smell of human flesh and blood mixed with the air.

As a sword instinct, he is very sensitive to this smell.

Yamabukiri Nagayoshi did not conceal his discovery, and immediately told Dazai Osamu all the information he had learned after sensing the danger.

Unexpectedly, the young interrogator told him calmly that even if he wanted to escape, it was already too late.The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

The trousers were all taken off, regardless of whether the other party was a human or a ghost, he could only bite the bullet and put it on.

Dao Fu Sangshen, after hearing the indecent analogy from the judge, his nervousness dissipated a bit, and he followed up speechlessly.

He simply and naively thought that the God Judge would find a way to get out after spending a few words with the guys inside. After all, they are weak and do not know each other's depth, and there are so many human hostages outside, so it is difficult to attack by force.

Unexpectedly, when Osamu Dazai went in and opened his mouth, he tore off his mask.

Of course, Tong Mo didn't intend to let them go from the very beginning, so he said something else.

Alas, interesting humans are blocked.Tong Mo scratched his head, and could only see the top of Dazai Osamu's hair, so he turned his eyes to Yamaba Kiri Nagayoshi: "Hey, you are not human either!"

Yamabuki Nagayoshi sullenly asked, "How do you know?"

"Because you don't smell good at all, and you smell like rust." Tong Mo put the folding fan on the cushion under his body casually, and guessed interestingly: "Then what are you? You are neither a human nor a ghost. Goblin or Fusangshen?"

His answer was Yamabukiri Choyoshi's knowing blow.

Da Dao hit the vital point with all his strength, Tong Moren's head separated, rolled a few times on the smooth floor, and stopped at the feet of Yamabukiri Nagayoshi.Tong Mo opened his eyes, still in that indifferent manner, and said sarcastically, "Oh, it's amazing! Ordinary ghosts must be completely chilled by now."

As soon as the words fell, blood lines grew from the fractured part of the body sitting on the cushion, connecting with the head, and then pulled it back.In a short while, the wound had completely healed. If it wasn't for the blood spilled on the ground, one would even think that everything just now was an illusion.

The hat on the young man's head fell aside, and a blood-stained red lotus bloomed on the top of his white oak hair.

"It's a pity, I am not the usual kind of ghost who would die if his neck was cut off. I am the second son of the twelve ghosts on the moon—Tong Mo." Tears of pity flowed out of Tong Mo's eyes, as if he was mourning for the mother of the mountain. Qie Changyi was saddened by the failure and shed tears, and kindly reminded: "Then it's my turn to make a move!"

After finishing speaking, Tong Mo lightly waved the facing fan in his hand, the water in the pool surged up suddenly, and instantly condensed into icicles. The icicles were covered with coquettish ice lotus flowers, and it attacked Dazai and Osamu with such force.

Yamabukiri Nagayoshi kept switching movements left and right, his speed was so fast that afterimages of streamers were drawn up, and he managed to cut off all the icicles.

Only he himself knew how difficult it was to block Tong Mo's blow.His fingers were frostbitten by the cold, and he could no longer swing the knife as nimbly and neatly as before.

Seeing that the first move was blocked, Tong Mo still smiled heartlessly: "For me, this move is just a warm-up exercise. The real danger is yet to come. I hope you have the life to try it. Do not disappoint me."

"Blood Ghost Art: Scattered Lotus Blossom"

Different from the previous icicles, this time there are overwhelming fine ice flowers. The petals are dazzling under the light. Each petal is a thin and sharp ice blade, which can easily cut human fragile limbs.

Such a dense attack cannot be stopped with just an unpolarized sword, not to mention that Yamabuki Kirigayoshi blocked Tong Mo's first round of blood ghost technique after sending out a knowing blow, which is already a strong one. Bow of crossbow.

If the string is stretched too tightly, it will break.

The same is true for knives, which are too rigid and easy to break.

Osamu Dazai sighed in his heart, no matter what, Yamabukiri Nagayoshi was involved in the turbulence of time and space because he was looking for him, and he was brought to this haunted den again.

You can't just watch him being killed in front of you.

He stretched out his right hand, placed it on the void, and whispered softly in a low and magnetic voice: "No qualifications in the world."

The dazzling incandescent light changes from weak to strong, and the two different colors of white complement each other.

Time freezes at this moment.

The two forces intertwine and collide, but they don't sting violently like fire and ice. They are two completely incomparable forces.It's like water drops returning to the vast ocean, stars belonging to the vast night sky, meteorites falling into mysterious and deep black holes...before there is any repulsive reaction, they have been completely accepted and absorbed and then disappeared, returning to nothingness.

When it is silent, it is endless darkness, illusory, and silent.

In the absolute realm of human disqualification, no supernatural power is immune.

Those who intend to explore it, always see the leopard through the pipe. When you think you have seen the whole picture of it, you only see a small part of it.

Never be fooled by the soft and lovely appearance of the other party, maybe the other party is just sleeping.When the beast is awakened, baring its razor-sharp fangs and opening its jaws wide, the existence that sparked its curiosity will be doomed.

The exhausted Tong Mo fell to the ground, looking in disbelief at Osamu Dazai who was strolling towards him like a god's mansion, stepping on a field of flower petal ice crystals.

At that moment, he never believed in God, he was sure that he saw God.

Osamu Dazai frowned and stared at Tong Mo in thought. He was considering the feasibility of slaughtering ghosts, but finally gave up.It's not that there is any compassion, it's that the ghost in front of him is very strong, literally, he can't cut it.Even if it is cut off, it will be restored immediately as before.The ability to heal belongs to the traits carried by each ghost itself, and the ability to be disqualified in the world cannot invalidate it.

Even ordinary humans have relatively strong recovery abilities.It's just that the self-recovery ability of creatures like ghosts is a bug.

In other words, Osamu Dazai is now in a strange deadlock - he can't kill Tong Mo, and Tong Mo can't kill him.

In fact, this is not the case at all. If Tong Mo gave up using the blood ghost technique and just tore it up with his hands, Osamu Dazai believed that he would be able to see God immediately, maybe to see Hades...

But because Dazai Osamu's series of face-catching blood ghost operations just now are too good, and Tong Mo himself is a mage who loves long-range attacks, so he didn't think about melee combat at all.

This is the inherent thinking of ordinary people. If you tell him that a person who has been bombarded hundreds of times by a cannon can be easily killed with a knife, anyone will find it incredible.

"How about we make a deal?" Dazai Osamu squatted beside Tong Mo, and bewitched, "I won't kill you, you take me to see the ghost Mai Tsuji."

Tong Mo didn't refuse, and asked curiously, "What do you want to see Mr. Wu Mi for?"

Osamu Dazai spread his hands, and blinked innocently: "It's nothing, I just admire the name for a long time, and I want to meet the legendary ghost king."

Tong Mo readily agreed: "Okay, but it will take some time, because I don't know the exact location of Master Wu Mi."

"I thought you would refuse, or ask for higher conditions. Is this considered a betrayal?"

"Actually, it doesn't make much difference to me whether it's a ghost or a human being." Tong Mo picked up the opposite fan, and he found that he had completely lost himself in the indifferent and magnificent iris-colored eyes, "Hey, Dazai, I It seems that I like you a little bit."