save the judge

The Shinsengumi are probably very reassured about the security of their prison. This prison doesn't even have a locked iron gate. No wonder Gui escaped from prison as easily as turning in and out from his own yard.

Jingujiquan stretched out a finger and pushed open the door that was closed casually, with a long sound of "squeak", a little black and red rust fell from the rusty door hinge, and the moonlight cast from behind cast the dark corridor in front of it A little glistening silver was revealed.

The road we walked during the day showed a little different horror at night. The prisoners on both sides had fallen asleep on the bed in the dark, and the sound of snoring one after another filled the entire empty prison.

Izumi Jinguji detoured a few corners and walked to the place where he felt spiritual power during the day. The cell where no prisoners were held was empty. He pushed open the door through a layer of cloak fabric with one hand and walked in, half underground. The dampness of the prison-style prison is serious, with a layer of damp water vapor on the ground, yellow water stains dripping on the walls, and green mildew marks around it.

He took off the bamboo hat and threw it on the bare narrow bed, and sat cross-legged on the wet ground. Even though he was separated by a layer of cloak, he could still feel the chill entangled like tarsus maggots.

Not only because of the excessive humidity in the air, but also because of some kind of power that is very sensitive to spiritual power users.

Jingujiquan groped the ground inch by inch, and the wet soil stained his fingers. With his eyes closed, he tried to feel the most powerful place, bit by bit, pushing away the corpses of bugs and grass stems that came from nowhere.

It's near—ah, here it is.

Jingujiquan opened his eyes.

Vertically, a few meters below, the surviving Fu Sangshen was still unconsciously leaking his power outward.

...Maybe, he has to find something to dig down like Gui?

Jingujiquan gave up the idea after digging a [-]cm deep hole with a removed bed leg.

God knows how Gui dug him out of the prison overnight. Could it be that he has a hidden attribute that is an excavator?

Jingujiquan slandered in his heart.

Jingujiquan, who sat on the edge of the [-]cm deep pit and pondered for a while, decided to start from another direction.

Since he can't dig down, let the guy who can come up come up.

He put his palms on the ground and poured down his spiritual power like sea water. The half-asleep soul underground was silent for a moment, and suddenly a terrifying power erupted. Make a sharp howl.

What puzzled Jingu Jiquan was that there were emotions in it that he couldn't understand, positive emotions that made people want to cry bitterly.

The people below know him?

It was the only slightly reasonable guess he could think of.

But it's impossible, no matter from what point of view, the fusangshen below has been here for many years, even before he had his own Honmaru, and this is a fallen fusangshen, It is even more impossible for him to know any dark fallen Fusangshen.

Jingujiquan stayed for a few seconds before realizing belatedly that Anqiu Fusangshen seemed to be unable to accept the spiritual power of the judge, so he hurriedly withdrew his spiritual power and grabbed it again unconsciously. The wooden bed leg that had been left useless aside.

"Well, if you can give Ah Yin a strawberry parfait coupon for one year, Ah Yin can consider helping you blow up Shinsengumi's prison."

Such a voice suddenly appeared in the darkness, almost scaring Jingu Siquan into flying off the spot.

"...It sounds a little uneconomical, so two years is fine."

Yin Shi, who didn't realize that he was intimidating, increased his weight, "Actually, three years is more in line with Ah Yin's appearance."

"...Then I might as well invite Gui, who is more proficient in business skills." After recovering from his breath, Jingongjiquan complained before connecting his thoughts to the normal channel: "Why are you here?"

Yinshi leaned against the opposite wall listlessly like a puddle of plasticine, and looked at Jingujiquan through several wooden fences: "Because Ah Yin's protected object sneaked here late at night, so Ah Yin In order to get the next month's electricity bill for Wanshiwu, I have to follow here like an STK..."

"Oh." Jingujiquan turned the wooden bed leg in his hand around, Gintoki didn't ask him why he came here, and didn't even care about his purpose of digging, just stood there with his eyes downcast, which made Shen Gongjiquan felt a little more relaxed.

"Then let's blow it up." The current crown prince of Japan, who was leaning against the general's mansion, easily made a decision that only a terrorist would make.

Speaking of such villainous domineering lines, the two of them finally had to wield a shovel. In Edo now, explosives are one of the most difficult strategic materials to obtain, and they are far less cheap and accessible than shovels.

Yinshi thrust the shovel toward his side like a knife, looked up at his employer squatting on the edge of the pit, his line of sight was just parallel to his employer's shoes: "... Ah Yin has never looked at people from this angle before. .”

Jingujiquan was exhausted for a long time. Looking at the prison cell transformed into a construction site, he sat down on the excavated mound.

Digging down, the color of the soil really began to turn red, with the strange smell of fermented blood rushing into the nostrils, Yinshi shoveled down again, and heard the sound of iron plates colliding.

"Ding Da", very soft, but loud enough in this environment.

Jingujiquan turned over and looked down. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, so he just jumped down.

The rotten smell engulfed his head and face, and the smell was several times stronger than before, making Jingujiquan feel like two mustard bombs were stuffed into his brain for a moment, and his sense of smell and vision were all blown up with a bang. firework.

Resisting the dizzy shock, he crouched down and groped for a few times before he felt a slight vibration under his palm.

shock?

His fingers touched a piece of iron buried in the soil, and a beautiful cyan blue flashed past his eyes like a summer starry sky before returning to nothingness. Jingujiquan was startled, and subconsciously stretched out his hand Grab that shadow: "...San Riyue?!"

The spiritual power unknowingly released penetrated into the ground, and the foot of Jingongsiquan was empty. Before the whole person could react, he fell straight down for several meters in a whirl, and his mind was filled with the terrifying imagination of being thrown into a rotten watermelon. In the middle, fell into a cold embrace.

And Yinshi, who was squatting in the pit, was trying to wipe off the thick and sticky mud on his feet, when he looked up again, he found... Wait, what about such a big employer who was still here just now? !

Izumi Jinguji, who fell to nowhere, was numb all over.

The arms around his waist were hard, like iron or ice condensed, and what made his scalp tingle even more was that the chest against his back was as cold as if he had just been dug out of a coffin. And... without any ups and downs.

He didn't know where he came to, there was still a drowsy darkness in front of him, Yinshi didn't seem to have fallen with him, in this terrifyingly silent space, he could only hear his own rapid breathing.

The person holding him moved.

A slow and long sigh, like a vampire waking up from a millennium long sleep, the rotten soul and body merged with this darkness, making this sigh full of coldness and desolation.

The vocal cords that have not been used for many years vibrated, and he uttered words that he could not even fathom: "...you are finally back."

Cold fingers rubbed Jingujiquan's waist through the smooth fabric of the kimono, and climbed up bit by bit. The places it walked were densely covered with tiny goosebumps, as if being touched by the dead, Jingu Teraizumi's whole body stiffened.

The cold and thin breath hit the sensitive earlobe, and the dark smell was wrapped up more intensely. Jingujiquan's sanity finally came back a little, and then he felt the water floating in the air so thick that it was almost dripping. This kind of cold mist, condensed with dark fallen spiritual power that was about to liquefy, made Jingujiquan subconsciously light up his spiritual power.

In this space, I don't know what I have experienced to have such a terrifying and thick dark spiritual power. When the spiritual power in his palm lit up, the people behind him shrank back as if they were afraid of the light, and then panicked. Jingujiquan hugged him hard, as if trying to stuff him into his body.

"Wait, wait, do I know you—" Jingujiquan got stuck in the middle of his words, and he was stunned by the faint light of tulip's spiritual power.

And that person also seemed to realize that the light was not dangerous, and the hand that bound Jingujiquan relaxed a little bit, as if to see more clearly, he slowly moved his face closer to Jingujiquan's hand.

Jingujiquan's pupils dilated uncontrollably for a moment.

The area reflected by the rich golden light was limited, and he saw the silver-white long hair like frost and snow, which was coated with a layer of light and noble gilt by the light, and the messy long hair dragged all the way to the ground and disappeared into the darkness. And the dark red pupils accumulated by the old blood also reflected a beautiful amber gleam, and the malice from the flesh and blood gathered at the corners of the eyes and brows of the pale skin.

These beast-like fierce and hostile eyes stared intently at the light, like a lamb bewildered by fireworks, breaking free from the bloodthirsty and cruel skin of a lion, a little bit of childish innocence and remoteness Fascination and regret.

This face, this face...

Jingujiquan felt a moment of deep grief.

"Higakiri?" He called out the name of Fusangshen, who had obviously lost his mind, almost silently.

The residual spiritual power conveyed by him clearly told Jingu Jiquan that this is not his Shinhigakiri, but maybe it is because of the similar appearance, or it may be because of the bit of wrapping that they showed after the same dark fall Childish and innocent under the bloody appearance, Jingu Jiquan really felt the severe pain as if connected to his own blood for a moment.

His voice was like a groan that had never been uttered, and it did not attract Fu Sangshen's attention at all. The fallen god who had been imprisoned underground for a long time opened his eyes wide and looked at the familiar light of nostalgia. The tenderness in his eyes made him look For a while, it coincided with the sweet smiling Fu Sangshen before the dark fall.

This kind of shock came too suddenly, Jingongsiquan couldn't help but move, the light deflected, and hit Fu Sangshen's body covered by long hair, the long frosty white hair was pulled away, Jingongsiquan suddenly stopped Dare to move.

What came into view was a more terrifying scene than a nightmare. Fu Sangshen's military uniform was slanted open, and a large piece of flesh from the neck to the shoulders disappeared. Skeleton, below the collarbone is a dry and pale skeleton, only half of the heart is wrapped in the severely injured chest, only the rotten black mist lingers on the skeleton, weaving a gorgeous dream of the past for this long dead fusangshen .

...It hurts, it hurts.

It is the soul buried in the old days that is weeping in mourning and despair.

It hurts...it hurts...

It is the soul that is left alone in the future tearing apart the long-gone body.

Patriarch... where are you...

It is the souls forgotten in the grave that seek the unattainable illusion.

The warm water slid down, Jingujiquan opened his eyes blankly, and wiped away the tear stains on his cheeks with his fingers in a daze.

It's not his mustache.

But why did he feel so sad when he saw him?

Bewildered by this gentle light, Fu Sangshen was as obedient as a cat with its paws curled up, and its crimson eyes, which seemed to have dried blood coagulated inside, turned around and stared quietly at Jingujiquan's face.

There is an uncontrollable brutality and ferocity in him. This bloody smell that penetrates into the bones is impossible to have if you kill hundreds of people. Only the weapons that have been killed on the battlefield have created a bloody hell and lost emotions. Only a rational killing machine will have it.

But he lowered his head slightly, looked at Jingujiquan with scarlet eyes, and there was an indifferent and cold murderous intent at the brows of his pale and delicate brows, but there was a little blankness in his eyes, innocent and ignorant.

"Patriarch..." The god who lost most of his muscles struggled to make a sound, calling for the master he hadn't seen for many years.

He raised his hand. His arm, which had not been moved for a long time, was as stiff as a part of a machine that urgently needed lubricating oil. Every time he moved, his bones creaked and creaked.

The black-gloved hand lightly touched Jinguji Izumi's cheek, carefully wiped away the water marks for him, and then fixed his eyes on the light again.

The pale face showed a little obsession when seeing the tufted golden light.

"Patriarch..." Fu Sangshen called again in a low voice, although to Jingong Siquan's ears, this call was more like a hoarse sigh.

Fu Sangshen stretched out his hand and lightly touched the ball of light.

The fingers entwined by decaying power felt as if they were corroded by strong acid the moment they touched the pure spiritual power, and even the gloves were covered with dark blue ash.

Caught off guard, a line of dark red blood tears fell from his eyes.

"Finally, I see you again."

"I've been waiting for a long, long time."

In the corner where no one heard, the fallen god stared at this light, as if he was staring at the most beautiful dream of his life.

Jingujiquan held up this mass of spiritual power, and a terrifying guess surged up from the bottom of his heart, making his body start to tremble.

"Mustache? Look, who am I?" He roughly pulled off the hood of his cloak, not caring that his trembling hands tore out a few hairs.

"Look... see who I am?" He leaned close to Fu Sangshen's eyes, trying to find a trace in them that could prove his guess.

The dark red eyes turned to look at this young and beautiful face.

Jingujiquan exhausted all his strength and pulled a distorted smile.

The fallen god blinked slowly, then raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"You are the Patriarch I believe," Fu Sangshen's voice was still gentle and sweet, "The place where my soul lives..."

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