save the judge

The shouts in front of Tamamo will probably never be heard by anyone. When the team of Honmaru returned from the battle, they all saw Higakiri, who was always staying on the castle tower today, wandering outside for some reason, still holding a cage in his hand.

The most curious little knives followed behind him secretly, poking their heads to see what good things were in the cage, and then they saw a little fox with snow-white fur and a fluffy tail squatting in the cage, like a glass bead. The beautiful eyes are full of shadows.

For a big monster who can turn upside down in Ping'an capital when he is strong, the current situation is simply an insult to him.

Yes, insulting.

Tamazamo thought with a gloomy expression, pressing down on an oily chicken leg with her front paws, tearing off a large piece of meat viciously.

Mustache squatting in front of the cage is smiling, holding a plate with some chicken legs in it. This scene, if ignoring the true identity of the fox inside, looks like a harmonious picture of the main pet.

Fusangshen is bold and reckless.

Tamamo pushed the chicken bone out of the cage, squatted up, coiled his body with his big tail reservedly, and looked at the mustache outside.

Do you think such atonement will soften his heart?When he goes out, he must unscrew Fusangshen's head and stuff it into the cage—no, for Jinguji's sake, he can consider making his moves more crisply.

Tamamomae, who was immersed in his own thoughts, didn't see it. The arc of the smile at the corner of the mouth of the backlit mustache was stiff and mechanical, as if it was drawn with a blood-stained sharp blade, which was enough to make people feel chills at the sight of it.

——His killing intent was much stronger than that of Yuzao.

It's really uncertain who will fall into whose hands.

*****

Tsurumaru opened his eyes again, and what he saw was a handsome face, an unfamiliar appearance, wearing a white coat that was very similar to Yaken's, and the gesture of putting his hands in his pockets, which was so familiar to terrifying intimacy.

Fu Sangshen with short silver-white hair reflexively wanted to use his muscles to jump up from the ground. The action stopped halfway comically, and then slowly relaxed. As soon as the whole body was relaxed, his upper body fell back to the ground after leaving the ground, and his head hit. There was a solid thud on the ground.

He didn't think about why he woke up in such a state, as long as he saw the existence of that person, all doubts could be temporarily relieved to the bottom of his heart.

"Main hall, it's a bit late for this meeting, the crane has been waiting for a long time."

Wrapped in the warm spiritual power, Baihe, who lived alone in the Heian era for a long time, thought for a long time, and really wanted to act like a baby, and poked that person's heart with the softest knife, so that his lord could help him helplessly and tolerantly. Give him a hug, or stroke his hair lightly.

It's very strange, obviously the Heian era was the beginning of his birth, and he also missed that era of big sleeves, gorgeous and colorful.However, when he really had the opportunity to go back there and have a long dream, he turned the dream into a quagmire he was struggling to get out of.

Tsurumaru's thoughts flickered and disappeared in a chaotic manner. In the end, he swallowed the loneliness and grievances that were abandoned in the distance, like a child who had played outside for a long time and was caught. complaint.

Jingu Jiquan originally wanted to apologize, but was a little dumbfounded by Tsurumaru's tone, and the guilt in his heart faded unconsciously: "You obviously had a good time, right?"

Tsurumaru blinked his big golden eyes, with an innocent face: "No, Tsuru is very, very serious about missing the main hall~"

His voice was low, and his lingering smile seemed to be teasing.

Jingujiquan rolled his eyes, and kicked Tsurumaru's waist with his toes: "Get up quickly, the tentacle monster is coming."

Tsurumaru was inexplicable, a little itchy from being kicked by him, smiled and bent over while avoiding it while turning his head to look, and then, that expression of doubting life appeared on his face.

? !

Wait, what the hell are those tangled tentacles!

——He thought this was a romantic dungeon of a two-person world, so did it come with a monster-killing program?

Before the snow-white sword fell into the hands of Jingujiquan, the slimy sea tentacle monster had already popped out its flexible and thick tentacles, and shot towards Jingujiquan and the plague doctor here.

The plague doctor with his back to this side was still happily introducing how sharp his newly acquired tool was to his colleagues, and waved it up and down twice to express that he was very satisfied with the knife. In the next second, there was a "poof", almost It was a sound that was so short that it could be ignored, and a thick tentacle with a suction cup protruded from the plague doctor's chest like a deformed piece of meat.

The movement of the bird's beak froze for a moment, "Huh?" After a while, he looked down at his chest blankly, as if he hadn't realized what happened, and then he was pierced through the ceiling by the tentacle, like It looked like small snacks strung on the chopsticks, and then was slammed against a sharp stone aside in a frightening gesture.

Before the Plague Doctor could say anything, he let go of his hand, and the beautiful snow-white long knife fell down with a clang, throwing an arc in mid-air, and threw it straight in the direction of Jingujiquan.

The scene where the plague doctor was penetrated looked really scary. Jingujiquan didn't like these weird scps, and he was also wary of the bird's beak.

But that doesn't mean he's indifferent to it.

Jingujiquan instinctively stretched out his hand to meet the sword that was flying towards him, and met the pair of bright golden eyes in the light. After a short conversation, he saw that he was abandoned in the pile of stones by the tentacles The plague doctor fell there silently, and the tentacles dripping with mucus slapped the ground frantically as if they were stimulated by something.

It's like crazy.

Tsurumaru's pupils contracted violently, and before he had time to say more, he picked up the god-inspector who was fighting the five scum by his waist, stepped on the wall and rose into the air, tossing and turning in the narrow corridor to avoid the attack of the tentacles.

None of them noticed that the tentacle pulled out of the plague doctor's body remained stiff and motionless, and the dark blue spiny bark was constantly twitching, as if polluted by ink, changing from disgusting dark blue to terrifying black.

Moreover, the blackness is still expanding, spreading towards the main body like poison.

Tsurumaru chopped his tentacles that came straight into his door, and he snorted all over his body, painfully threw off the mucus on the knife's body: "What is this? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Jingujiquan was hugged by him, trying to shrink himself so as not to hinder his battle, hearing this, he struggled to twist half of his face from Tsurumaru's shoulder: "Oh...you said this, I don't know—"

His voice paused suspiciously, and then murmured: "But I might know that."

Tsurumaru followed the line of sight of the person in his arms, and saw the plague doctor who had just fallen into the stone pile like a rag got up again, and he rubbed his waist and butt in a humane way, seeing The tentacle that was cut off by Tsurumaru fell in front of him, and he immediately became happy.

He nodded friendly to Tsurumaru standing high on the ruins and Jingujiquan in his arms: "Oh, gentlemen, we have work again, don't we?"

He pulled up his hood to cover the long bird's beak, took out the different-dimensional black healing bag from his arms, placed it among the gravel, picked up the tentacle, and raised his hand to grab the other half .

Tsurumaru and Jingujiizumi watched closely.

Unexpectedly, the tentacle that was chasing Tsurumaru's crazily piercing just now paused for a moment, and then moved toward the plague doctor's hand obediently.

The tentacles that had turned pitch-black were held by the doctor, giving off a terrifying and hideous beauty.

The plague doctor began to concentrate on suturing and treating, and slowly hummed the nursery rhymes of the Black Death that were sung in the Middle Ages.

The tentacles stopped waving, as if a huge group of snakes were entangled and covered the corridor, and the simple and lively songs of the plague doctor echoed in the gloomy corridor, causing a layer of cold sweat to break out on Tsurumaru's back.

Tsurumaru opened his eyes: "Hey, hey, this, this is too much! He was obviously stabbed through!"

Like him, Jingujiquan froze for a while, and was shocked by this scene for a long time before searching for the entry about the plague doctor from the original owner's vague memory.

SCP[-] Plague Doctor, a humanoid SCP whose touch is fatal to humans and other living things, and which performs "surgery" on the dead, generates a surgical kit from somewhere within the body, and proceeds to dissect the victim and resew it up.Stitched victims regenerate after a short period of time, and attempt to obliterate all humans encountered.

In a nutshell, the plague doctor's abilities are "death by touch" and "infection".

The dead who were operated on by him will become his crazy believers, and those who are killed by these believers will also be infected. This kind of infection is endless, until there is no living person in the world anymore.

Oh my goodness.

Jingujiquan's eyes widened. Looking at the blackened body of the tentacle monster and the happy back of the plague doctor shuttled in the tentacles, he gasped.

"Run, run, run Tsurumaru!"

Jingu Jiquan grabbed Tsurumaru's hood with all his strength, and didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only pull Tsurumaru's clothes desperately.

Tsurumaru took a few steps back knowingly, the light and silent footsteps did not stir up any dust, after slowly getting out of the attack range of the tentacles, Fu Sangshen took a deep breath, turned around and ran wildly.

No matter how you run, the hospital is only so big. Because of the destruction of Nakahara Chuya and the tentacles, half of the building is crooked and crumbling, and the remaining half stands ridiculously standing in place, with a big canyon separated from the other half.

Tsurumaru slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of this crack. There was a distance of nearly eight meters between them and the other half of the building. There was a four-story building under their feet, and they could not move forward or retreat.

"Boom—"

In front of their eyes, the half of the intact building suddenly rose slowly and flew up——

fly? !

Jingujiquan and Tsurumaru's expressions were blank for a moment at the same time.

Yes, that building, it flew.

They were uprooted from the ground, and the foundation and the cement underneath were taken up by the roots, and the earth and rocks fell down like a torrential rain, forcing Tsurumaru to retreat into the corridor. After the field of vision became wider, they saw Clear what happened.

--dragon.

The long white dragon hovering around its body, with its four claws stepping on the clouds, its long body looming in the mist, raised its head and let out a majestic long chant.

There is a person on the roof.

The orange-haired young man was wearing a rigorous waistcoat and suit, his black coat was missing, his white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, scarlet and black totems were spreading on his face and neck, his eyes were flushed with blood when he lost his mind, and he was sharp and crazy. With a smile, he grabbed the roof of the building with both hands, as if holding a light stick, and slammed at the opposite dragon with the momentum of swallowing mountains and seas like a bell.

"Eh-yah-"

The roar that burst out from the depths of the throat was infinitely elongated by the air, and crashed into the winding dragon along with the building.

Jingujiquan felt that all the surprises in his life would be used up today, so when he saw the snow-like mist pouring out of the dragon's mouth, he felt nothing at all. If he had to say, he could only say "ah, so this mist You did it." That's it.

The ground began to tremble, Tsurumaru glanced back, and saw the tentacles waving towards the end of the corridor, without any hesitation, he jumped down from mid-air with Jingujiquan in his arms.