save the judge

When it comes to who is the unluckiest one in Honmaru, Tsurumaru firmly believes that there will be no one else except him.

Who else was left in the Heian era by his own god judge and forgot to take it away?

Who else, the number one onmyoji in Heian-kyo, who looks good and bullied but is actually full of bad things, has been researching over and over again in the name of finding a method of teleportation-the point is that he hasn't succeeded yet!

No, probably not without success.

After the battle with Gaolongshen, the barrier of Kifune Mountain collapsed into a mess, and Tsurumaru couldn't go back, so he had to continue to hang out with Abe Seimei, taking care of Tamamomae who was seriously injured and beaten back to his original form.

But he didn't do this errand for long, the vigilant fox demon didn't trust them at all, and slipped out of the mansion after recovering a little bit of self-protection ability. He didn't know which lair he went to recuperate, but Tsurumaru didn't feel much about it. , just occasionally think of him a few times.

Most of the time, he was still wandering around the house—in the beginning, he was full of anxiety and eagerness, sitting on the edge of his body knife every day, hoping to be summoned back by the god judge, but this possibility is very small low, almost impossible.

Abe Seimei said long ago that Heian-kyo, guarded by him, has a certain power to resist other people's spiritual power. This kind of power does not show much in normal times, but if someone wants to apply spiritual power to this place across the distance of time and space , Such a weak resistance force will become the last straw on the camel's back, easily cutting the rope that has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.

After waiting for seven days and seven days, one month passed, two months passed, and at the end of the third month, the wild cherry trees in the courtyard were all in bloom. Tsurumaru's restless mood slowly returned to calm. As usual, he played and played pranks with the little monsters in the mansion, but his heart was always empty and he couldn't get it right. He seemed to have returned to the tomb where he had been lonely for a long time even though his eyes were bright with the sky.

Surrounding myself day after day, sleeping, silent, waiting for the day when this bleak darkness dissipates.

Then Tamamo-mae knocked on the door of Abe's mansion.

It only took Da Yao just three months to recover from a serious injury that almost ruined his cultivation. I don't know what he did during these three months. His complexion may not be very good, but his aura is like It is no different from before the serious injury.

Seeing Tsurumaru who opened the door, the demon raised his umbrella to block the scorching sun at noon, revealing a white and somewhat scary face. He still wore exquisite and gorgeous makeup, and his long hair was loosely tied. Silver pearls and jade were covered all over his body, and the shimmering satin like waves and rivers tightly wrapped his body, and the hem of his clothes spread out on the ground like a flower.

It was still the peerless appearance that crowned the entire Heian era.

Tsurumaru kindly didn't pierce the crumbling and riddled inside under his harsh aura, and asked him with a smile: "What's the matter?"

Yuzao closed the umbrella with a clatter, and pressed the tip of the umbrella down on the ground like a cane, her eyelids rolled up, her expression cold and impatient: "Are you used to being free without your master, and want to stay here for the rest of your life?" ?”

Tsurumaru's smile softened a little.

Although Tamamomae's tone was very bad, and he looked fierce, as if he wanted to pounce on him and bite him, but Tsurumaru still captured what he wanted to express.

"Tell me," Fu Sangshen's smile disappeared, and his voice was deep and down. When Baihe calmed down, there was a kind of superiority and sharpness coming from his bones, "—do you know the way to let me go back?"

He deliberately slowed down his tone a little, each syllable was grinded between his lips and teeth several times before sending it out, the dying flame in his heart burned uncontrollably.

"Not you."

Tamamomae was satisfied with the eagerness in Tsurumaru's eyes, but then became unhappy again, and even began to regret why he came here.

——Forget it, if there is no contract traction on Fu Sangshen, he will not be able to get through even if he has a way.

Trying to convince himself in his heart, Tamamomae arrogantly pulled away a careless smile, stretched out his nails painted with bright red Kodan, clicked back and forth between Tsurumaru and himself, and said lazily: "It's not you, It's me—and you."

"us."

The fox demon emphasized it lightly.

Tsurumaru's face immediately wrinkled as if he had eaten a bitter gourd. He turned the words of Tamamo in front of him twice in his mind, and thought of all the vile things that the big fox shamelessly huddled beside the main hall before the main hall left. His behavior and expression were full of resistance.

"You don't have the right to refuse." Yuzao, formerly a fox demon, has mastered the game of groping emotions. He can see what Tsurumaru wants to say at a glance, and easily blocks what he wants to say before he can speak.

The ghostly big fox raised his chin, rather than a sneer, it was more like a sly triumph after he succeeded: "You have been here for so long, has Abe Seimei found a way to let you go back?"

One sentence hits the heart.

Abe Seimei couldn't do the thing of removing the enchantment of the entire Heian-kyo for the sake of Tsurumaru. Removing the enchantment is easy to say, but it is not generally difficult to raise it again. At the beginning of the relocation of Heian-kyo, in order to support this enchantment , exhausted the thirteen onmyojis in Yinyangliao to death, even if Seimei Abe was an unborn genius, it would be a bit of a daydream to complete the arrangement of this enchantment before the ghost sneaked in.

And if he was not within the range of Heian-kyo, he would not be able to catch the spiritual power call from Jingujiquan that resonated with Tsurumaru's body.

——The ultimate contradiction.

But the fact is here, no one can solve it.

Therefore, Tamamo's words were very attractive to Tsurumaru, even knowing that the fox had no good intentions, Tsurumaru couldn't help hesitating.

The glamorous demon immediately noticed the hesitation in Fu Sangshen's calm expression, and immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue him. Instead of being tough, he softened his attitude: "Look at my current state, even if I am plotting something wrong, I can be easily suppressed by you Bar?"

In order to get Tsurumaru's consent, the self-respecting Daimon didn't even hide his real situation anymore, showing his weak side.

Can advance or retreat, cunning and deceitful.

There was sincerity in the fox's long and narrow eyes, and he managed the displeasure and restrained anger just right, successfully making Tsurumaru, who was about to close the door, pause for a moment.

Sounds reasonable.

The white-haired Fu Sangshen glanced at Yuzao, his gilt pupils were bright and bright, and he frowned slightly, neither saying yes nor no.

Thousands of years have endowed Fu Sangshen with more patience and wisdom than others. No matter whether Yuzao has shown weakness or not, just relying on him to let him go back, this cooperation is imperative. Whether it is a warning or a deterrent, put it here Neither case is necessary.

Fusangshen born in the Heian era, everyone has a bad stomach, even the seemingly glamorous Tsurumaru, his heart is not inferior to Mikazuki's degree of twists and turns-he just doesn't show it usually.

So Tsurumaru cleverly bypassed this topic, and cut straight to the point: "What should I do?"

The incomparably beautiful big demon raised the corners of his mouth, and pressed his sharp canines against the bright red lips, showing a trembling smile that was eager to try: "It's very simple, he once inhabited the body that turned into my tail, I remember the taste of his soul, and you have a spiritual power contract with him, and if you find the same spiritual power as it, you can find him."

—and grab him.

Abe Seimei pondered for a long time after knowing Tamamo-mae's method. He didn't mind where Tamamo-mae went, but as the guardian of Heian-kyo, he had to carefully consider whether this would have any unknown impact on Heian-kyo.

The three big monsters suddenly lost a corner, and the most stable structure was destroyed. The monsters led by Tamazamae will definitely choose the remaining side to join, and it may pose a threat to Heianjing...

Abe Seimei squinted his eyes, still had that harmless smile on his face, and was about to say something when he saw Tsurumaru standing on the corridor with an irritable expression.

Fu Sangshen in white leaned against the pillar, turned his face sideways, and didn't look at Abe Seimei, obviously because he didn't want his judgment to be wrong because of himself, but as long as he pays a little attention, he can see the expectation he suppressed in his eyes.

The burning desire, and the indifference of trying to suppress oneself, the two are intertwined, like a flame burning in the extremely cold sea water, making the Great Onmyoji swallow what he was about to say.

"Okay," the onmyoji with light-colored eyes smiled, a little helpless and relieved, "If you call in the opposite direction, you should need my help?"

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The power of time and space is so domineering that it is hard to describe. The main force looking for Jinguji is Tsurumaru. In order to prevent himself from being thrown out by the turbulence on the way, Tamamomae turned back into a palm-length fox. Under Tsurumaru's reluctant expression Forcibly jumping into his hood, two claws protruded out with cold and sharp claws, pierced through the hood twice without mercy, and hung himself on it.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm just showing you!" Tsurumaru rolled his eyes when he heard that his clothes were being torn by the rotten fox.

The snow-white foxes hiding in the soft fabric lazily flicked their body-length furry tails, pretending that they didn't hear anything.

In the next second, they were drawn into a cloudy and dark space.

The realm of time and space is absolutely disordered. In this place where there is no reason to speak, even the most basic law of energy seems to be a joke.

Tsurumaru felt as if his eyes were open or closed, he saw the light floating in the darkness, his hands and feet seemed to be split into countless pieces in an instant, scattered all over the place.The left hand is at the end of time, and the right foot is in the gap between the two spaces, presenting a "back-to-back" situation in a very unimaginable posture, just like a mirror reflecting another foot in the void.

Elegantly floating in the light from the end of the world is the ever-changing human face, a fragment of what has happened from the past to the future, maybe he can glimpse the future from it?

Tsurumaru opened his eyes to look in a daze, but the light only appeared for a short moment, and the next second he felt that he was becoming complete—he was about to reach that person.

The vague joy hadn't fully surfaced yet, the eyes turned black and then bright again, as if the whole head had been punched, and something soft brushed past his nose.

It is a snow-white fluffy big tail.

The fist-sized fox is half an arm long when stretched out, and its stretched and elegant posture is as natural as a bird. The big demon who is more sensitive on the way to perceive the soul is the first to smell the surging spiritual power. Wrapping himself, unceremoniously using Tsurumaru as a pedal, he rushed out.

Sensing the outsider's space, it was distorted uncomfortably, like a living person eagerly opening his mouth to spit out the foreign matter in his stomach. There was a faint light circle flashing in front of him, and Tsurumaru saw Tamazamo coming out of the light circle at lightning speed. It got out without leaving even a tail hair.

And Tsurumaru, who was kicked by the sudden arrival, only had time to see the familiar cornice in that circle of light, and was involuntarily wrapped by some kind of force and fell from another direction.

—He was falling from a height.

When he realized this, Tsurumaru's heart was cold.

Fu Sangshen can't fly, really can't fly, even if he can jump up and kill enemies and circle in mid-air, that's not flying!

He moved his hands and feet, and found even more desperately that for some reason, he was actually in the original state.

A knife fell straight down from a high altitude.

He could only imagine how tragic it would be the moment he landed.

Then Tsurumaru began to pray frantically that the ground below would be sand, haystacks, or the sea!As long as you don't smash the knife on the spot, you can talk about anything!

Fu Sangshen, who was forced to take a leap of faith, was in pain as the strong wind scraped against the scabbard.

Unexpectedly, he didn't hit the ground, he seemed to have fallen into a sticky and elastic jelly-like thing, denser than water and fluid like air, living in the scabbard Fu Sangshen here couldn't see the outside world due to a short-term lack of spiritual power, but if there were people outside, he would be surprised to find that there was a white long knife with a scabbard stuck straight in the air.

Yes, inserted in mid-air.

The kind of mid-air that can't reach the sky but doesn't touch the ground.

The abandoned hospital building is shrouded in dense fog. I don't know if it is the effect of light and shadow or some kind of wonderful illusion. Although the appearance of this building looks dilapidated, when the sun shines down, not only does it not feel gloomy, but it also has a kind of lush and vigorous .

— which is why so many people walk in unsuspecting.

However, if they look at it now, they will never get close to it.

It is obviously the same building, but the mist from nowhere wraps it tightly, and the empty windows are like distorted smiling faces, which makes people feel chills at a glance.

Two completely different scenes intertwined and overlapped at this moment. Where the knife poked down, the mist that was dormant and dormant began to writhe wildly like a group of frenzied snakes, mixing and shattering the warm and false sunlight, presenting this scene. The original appearance of the building.

The long knife was still sliding down, undoubtedly splitting the mist that was as smooth as jelly and Q bullets, so the false mirror image collapsed, and the isolated distress signal was also transmitted to the distant underground shelter.

The black-robed man who came out for a walk on a whim raised his head, revealing the long beak mask under the hood. He only saw the mist everywhere, and nothing else.

Bird's mouth then retracted his gaze, lowered his head again, and saw a long knife with a snow-white scabbard appeared in front of his toes at some point.

"Huh? Is this a gift from the Lord?"

The plague doctor, who was very elegant in his words and sentences, bent down happily and picked up the vibrating knife: "I happen to be missing a tool that can be used to open the patient's chest and abdomen."

These were the last words Tsurumaru heard before falling into a deep sleep.

Tsurumaru: ...? ? ?

etc!What do you say you lack? !

The grief in Tsurumaru's heart is so overwhelming that no one can say it, and the dirty words in Tamamomae's heart are also lined up to pour down.

But he didn't dare.

Even if he is a big monster, but no matter who changed his current situation, a body that has not fully recovered its strength, plus a dozen Fusangshen who are staring at him in front of him——

How is this going!

Tamamomae struggled to swallow the long string of greetings that welled up in her throat.

This is the time for Honmaru to cook, and the fusangshen who came to help in the kitchen were talking and laughing in a peaceful atmosphere, but who knew that the midair suddenly twisted, and then a fox jumped out.

This fox has snow-white fur and looks very beautiful. It shook its fur, stepped on the stove, and looked around. "I came here to find my half body, my true love. I can smell the spiritual power that belongs to him—where is he?"

When this question was asked in Honmaru, Fu Sangshen could only think of one answer.

So in the next second, Yu Zaoqian saw the whole process of these smiling Fusangshen changing their faces just now.

Almost instantly, really just an instant, everyone took out their swords from pockets, waists, firewood piles, under the chopping boards, etc., as if seeing a class/level/enemy His eyes glowed green and he surrounded him.

Yuzao Mae:? !

Before he had time to pull out his own long body knife in the narrow kitchen, Candlestick Cut simply raised the kitchen knife in his hand, and the kitchen knife that had just been polished this morning had a gleam of blue light that was not inferior to any sword.

And Yaoyan, who was closest to the fox, was squatting to boil the medicine, and raised the hot medicine pot without changing his face when he heard the words, with the momentum of "you dare to say a word and you will burn your hair off".

In the room full of menacing swords and swords, Tamazamo was dumbfounded.

What's going on, are all Fu Sangshen now in this mood?

The big demon from Ping'an capital's definition of Fusangshen still rests on serving the orders of the lord, obeying the will of the patriarch, and his behavior represents the face of the lord. How could there be such a rude and violent Fusangshen? !

And Fu Sangshen, who was so rude and violent, actually dared to show him a polite smile brazenly.

The black-haired Fu Sangshen who was carrying the medicine pot pushed his glasses with a gentle expression and a calm tone: "Please believe that we are protecting you and be a quiet guest. You will thank us."

The hot, pitch-black liquid mixed with the bitter medicinal smell was still gurgling, Yuzao stared at the pot of liquid, and then at the cold blades around him, with a distorted smile on the corner of his mouth.

--protect me? !

You have the ability to put down this pot and talk again!

Before he could say anything, there was a light knock on the kitchen door, and a sweet and gentle voice asked for a long time: "I seem to hear something, what happened?"

An even more astonishing thing happened. The flickering sword disappeared without a trace in almost a second. Those who peeled beans peeled beans, chopped vegetables, and washed rice. The kitchen was extremely peaceful for a while, as if they were doing it all the time. These things.

The medicine pot had returned to the stove and was gurgling at some point, and the short knife Fusangshen went to open the door without changing his expression: "Muschiche Hall? What's the matter? We're fine here."

The white-haired Fu Sangshen raised his eyes and quickly glanced around the kitchen, his smile was still warm and sweet: "Ah, did I hear wrong? You will have such problems when you are old, so I don't Excuse me."

Yuzao, who was pressed by the candlestick with his tail on the chopping board, stood up all his hair. He was blocked by the candlestick, so he couldn't see the door and could only hear the sound.

Even so, he was also shocked by the shamelessness and profound acting skills of this group of fusangshen.

The door closed, and the fusangshen in the kitchen let out a low breath in unison.

Candlestick touched Yuzao's front tail affectionately: "Fortunately, he didn't hear your words."

Ranto Shiro patted his chest: "Yes, yes, in case Hikakiriden heard that someone dared to call the main hall a true love—"

"Whoa."

The second half of the messy sentence was stuck in the throat, the curtain door was torn open by Fu Sangshen who went back and forth, the bean peeler threw the beans into the trash can, the vegetable cutter chopped the air, and the rice washer threw the beans into the trash can. The rice was poured into the sewer, Candlestick cut his hand trembling, uncontrollably pressed the tip of the tail in front of Yuzao forcefully.

Yaoken stood up very quickly, with a calm and peaceful expression: "Muschikiden?"

His doubts and bewilderment were seamless.

But the white-haired Fu Sangshen pressed down his red eyes, and his gaze slowly swept across the entire kitchen again.

Everyone he saw felt a chill in their scalps, followed by numbness in their backs.

In the extreme silence, Fu Sangshen's soft voice stretched out: "Ah...I found it."

The scarlet eyes were fixed behind Candlestick Cut, as if a wild beast had found its prey.

The innocent Taidao froze.

"I heard what that daring lunatic said." Standing against the backlight, the God of Fusang was smiling, with a long and gentle smile, "Now, give him to me."

Sensing the extreme danger, Tamamomae instinctively arched his back, revealing his sharp canine teeth. This feeling was like facing Shuten in his prime.

He smelled the same crazy breath as that evil spirit.

——I believe you are protecting me, so hurry up and continue protecting me, thank you, I really thank you!

The big demon Tamamo, who had lost most of her strength and was now in the state of a little fox, let out a sad cry in her heart.