save the judge

Dazai and Nakaya disappeared without saying a word, and Jingujiquan and Tsurumaru who were left in place turned into two crazy fruits on the tree. Look at me and I see you stupid for a while, Jingujiquan Hesitantly asked: "They...where did they go?"

Tsurumaru was silent for a while, then wiped his face: "Go back, I guess?"

So the two fell into a wordless silence again.

——So this dragon is some kind of item for customs clearance?Just beat it and go back?

But isn't the difficulty of this customs clearance method a little higher?

Tsurumaru looked at himself involuntarily, spread his hands, and Haori's wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, like the wings of a bird: "Although I have the name Crane, I really can't fly."

Jingujiquan looked at the ground under his feet that had been filled into a building, and rubbed the soil with his toes. Zhong Yuanzhong really did his best. He didn't even get off any Saturn when he kicked like this, the ground was tight It's like pouring cement.

"Don't think about it, even if you can lift a building, I can't find another dragon."

Jingujiquan put his hands back into his pockets, and he was now thinking about another question: Munakata and Fushimi, who were separated halfway from him, shouldn't be so unlucky to just happen to be in the building below... right?

Zhongyuan was obviously unconscious when he was beating people with a building, he just pulled up a building and went up, God knows what is in that building, I can only pray that Munakata who disappeared inexplicably is not in it, otherwise...

Otherwise, he would not be able to dig out this building again.

Jingu Jiquan prayed devoutly for these two former bosses and colleagues.

He didn't think about the meaning of Dazai's words before he left, what kind of dreams and nightmares, things that sound idealistic like this are not in the scope of his research.Whether it is to survive in all kinds of predicaments by all means, or to fight with Bai Shixu, who has a deep hatred, everything he has experienced and the choices he has made have long proved that he is an extreme realist, and has a subconscious of self-utility. .

Looking deeply into the connotation of a line that looks so beautiful, Jingu Jiquan would never do this kind of thing.

——So if you want to blame it, you can blame Dazai for slurring his speech and refusing to understand it clearly.

This should be a common fault of all intelligent people when they speak.

Tsurumaru, on the other hand, didn't hear Dazai's words from the beginning to the end. He had his hands behind his back, and his wide haori sleeves fluttered down to his sides, showing a chic and unrestrained youthful spirit. Jian's situation is special, and there is a Lion King who is always young at heart, and Tsurumaru is the least ageless.

It is obvious that the suffering and twists and turns he has experienced are no less than those of other swords, but he is definitely the only one who can really show such a clear and bright smile.

This is probably the look in the eyes of those who have the courage to look at the world and love the world after experiencing the world.

"So if there is no more fog, can we go out?" Tsurumaru raised his hand and asked a key question.

After the dragon was filled into the ground to make organic fertilizer, the fog surrounding the hospital began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the gate of the hospital was also looming, like plump fruits in the desert and shining gemstones in the dark cave, full of people. Irresistible allure.

Izumi Jinguji twirled his fingers stuffed in his pocket, and it was undeniable that he was really eager to move.

"Forget it." After a while, Jingu Jiquan made up his mind and looked at the gate with regret. If possible, he really wanted to run out like a girl, but unfortunately there are still two big treasures inside, although Munakata is by no means There is no need for him to "rescue" the weak, but whether it is necessary or not should be two different things. "There are still many people in there, at least try to find them."

Jingujiquan showed Tsurumaru the information sent to him by the shelter. Fu Sangshen's too fair side face was illuminated by the light-colored light of the machine screen in the dim sky, showing a kind of inorganic transparency, which was a bit scary white.

Tsurumaru quietly finished reading the seemingly barren information. His gaze paused for a moment on the final number of missing people, and he was slightly surprised: "So many missing people? There is no trace of human activity in the building at all."

Yes, this is the problem. Thousands of people disappeared without a sound after entering the hospital, and there was no trace of them in the hospital. Abandoned hospitals are full of dust, which is obviously the easiest place to leave However, Jingujiquan has explored all the way, whether it is the barren and ruined fountain lawn at the entrance or the dirty and messy corridors, there is no trace of others walking by.

It was as if they were swallowed by the black hole in the ground the moment they stepped into the hospital gate.

There was a real worry in Tsurumaru's eyes, this kind of worry was broad and gentle, like a god caring for all people living in this world equally.

This look made the color of his pupils appear darker, from bright gold to the dark gold that is as hot as the sun in the dusk.

"Then let's start from the basement. This hospital doesn't look big, but if we want to search it all, we really don't have enough manpower."

Tsurumaru thought for a while, and didn't try to dissuade Jingujiquan from leaving with something dangerous, but naturally began to think about what to do.

"Ah, I forgot, how did you end up in the hands of the plague doctor?" Jingongjiquan suddenly grasped this blind spot.

Before, he was fleeing for his life and watching Dragon Fighting. The series of plots passed so quickly that he even forgot Tsurumaru's shocking appearance.

Tsurumaru froze: "..."

broken!Not to mention that he hasn't remembered yet, what about the fox that came with him?

The kick that was kicked on the forehead in the turbulent flow of time and space was solid, and he was thrown in the face by the fox's tail!

What did the fox see?So eager to jump out?

According to logical speculation, it should be because he saw the main hall... But he is here now, and he didn't see the fox?

Could it be Honmaru? Hahahahahahahahahahaha?

Tsurumaru was lost in thought.

This possibility sounds really reasonable.

Jingujiquan waited for a while, but Tsurumaru had no intention of explaining, so he gave up, looked up and thought for a while, a little embarrassed: "There seems to be something wrong with the time and space here, the fog completely blocked my spiritual power, and after it disappeared Before I was clean, I couldn't find any trace of Honmaru at all, and I couldn't find any other fusangshen, if you didn't know how to find it yourself, I would probably have died and returned to Honmaru now."

Tsurumaru gave him a slightly reproachful look at his last casual tone.

"Okay, so now we have to be careful of that pile of seafood, and there is a perverted doctor." Tsurumaru snapped his fingers, looking at the empty building eagerly.

"There is also a murderous peanut who doesn't know if it will appear." Jingong Siquan added quietly.

After he finished this sentence, he suddenly felt that his chances of winning were so small. Why did he face such strange unsolvable objects?

****

Jingujiquan's side is gloomy, and Honmaru is not much better.

In order to find his half body, Yu Zaoqian absolutely went all out, not to mention the loss of more than half of his demon power, and his original injuries were not healed. When facing the mourning gods, he was subtly at a disadvantage. Affected a little, every day childishly pissed himself off.

However, he is not very angry with the gods, and he is very tolerant when dealing with animals. The cubs of the Five Tigers retreated to sleep next to him, and the big demon accepted it calmly. The five cubs gathered together Around the foxes that are only a few laps older, except for the fox in the middle, which is clean and without a trace of pattern, its tail and ears seem to come out of a nest when it is retracted.

Yu Zaoqian lifted his legs and kicked the roots of his ears in distaste, shaking his soft and fluffy ears, and even woke up a little tiger that was close to him.

When the little tiger fell asleep, the big demon was still fine. As soon as it woke up, it was kicked unceremoniously by the fox, and rolled out of a semicircle on the spot.

The little tiger opened his big eyes ignorantly, and glanced at the big tail that he had put under his head as a pillow just now, in exchange for the big demon's very unkind eyes.

Tamazamo held her tail under her belly, and squinted to see Fu Sangshen who was pruning flowers and trees in the garden.

Known as the master-controller, Hasebe, who is known as the master, does everything seriously as if he wants to burn his own life. He looks at the dry branches and leaves with dignified and affectionate eyes, as if he is staring at his lover. After a long time, he will It's amazing how awe-inspiring he is.

But Yuzao knew before, that he stayed here to pruning the branches and leaves seemingly without distractions, but in fact he still had a task to monitor himself.

He doesn't care.

Tamazamo rested her front paws under her chin, her long and narrow fox eyes turned up slightly, as if smiling all the time.

They wanted to know how he came to Honmaru, but when it comes to scheming, the big monster in the Heian era did not give up. After fighting with Sankayue for a few times, both sides tacitly stopped talking about this matter. He didn't say a word at the end, just folded his arms and listened with a half-smile. After listening, he did what he should do, as if he didn't care about the extra fox who robbed him of the owner.

Tamazamo licked her teeth, and a faint and secret pride burst out of her crystal-clear and transparent pupils.

He and Tsurumaru set off at one destination at the same time, but ended up in two places. At present, it seems that his landing point is both wrong and right, the only problem is that his half body is not here.

But he didn't find his half, so who did?

It is not easy to come to this answer.

The big demon curled up his paws that became as soft and white as cotton candy after shrinking, and licked the fluff on the paws.

In order to be able to find this place, he and Tsurumaru's spiritual power had a short-term attunement, which is why he was able to enter Honmaru's barrier without hindrance, and now, of course, he can simulate that spiritual power fluctuation, and be attacked by the same spiritual power again. Force fluctuations attract the past.

After a short rest, the big demon, who had regained a little strength, slowly rubbed against the warm teak floor, and gently kicked off a little tiger that was trying to climb onto his tail.

Hasebe cleaned up the fallen leaves on the ground, picked up a bunch of dead branches and left the courtyard, probably going to the field behind.

Stupid Fusangshen, let's say goodbye here!When he finds his half body, he will go back to Heianjing, whatever the sword or Honmaru, roll aside and cry while hugging the quilt!

Watching Fu Sangshen disappear here, subtle spiritual power immediately surged out of the little fox, like delicate silk threads unfurling the texture of waves, the invisible power began to twist, he was trying to imitate Tsurumaru's spiritual power fluctuations, the power accumulated in his body It was like finding a flood outlet and rushing out quickly, looking for a trace of shimmering light in the vast expanse of time and space.

That little light is like a star scattered in the Milky Way, buried in countless similar fluctuations without a trace, Yu Zaoqian searched hard and laboriously, I don’t know how long it took to find a general atmosphere, I was overjoyed, The whole fox stood up abruptly, its sharp claws popped out from under the pad of flesh, elongated, and a crack was about to be torn when the claws were raised.

Then he was grabbed by the back of the neck by the big hand of fate.

Tamamo Mae: ...

Yuzao Mae:? ? ?

Ever since he was able to change form, no one had dared to treat him like this. The momentary shock overwhelmed the anger, filling the fox's round brain into a ball full of question marks and exclamation marks.

"Goo!"

Then the offended anger that came belatedly broke through the siege and reached the front line of emotional expression. The aftereffect of being too shocked and full of anger, the result of the combination is that Tamazamae wants to say too much. He uttered a nondescript onomatopoeia, which sounded quite coquettish.

The dazed demon struggled to free himself from that evil hand, his four paws slapped and slid on the slippery floor, and stood still. His fur all over his body exploded, and he glared fiercely at the audacious man. guy.

Although the body looks cute, the murderous intent wrestling from under the skin comes from the top of the Heian-kyo food chain, and the blood-smelling and sharp-cold sight directly hits the chest and the chest of the visitor with the instinct of a beast. A little bit passed the throat, like a tiny needle piercing the vitals.

It's a pity that the visitors don't eat this set at all.

Fu Sangshen, with long snow-white hair, cleverly stood in a corner where the sun could not shine, his posture and appearance were very lazy, he was obviously in the main pill, and he was always wearing a combat uniform as if he was on guard against something, with a belt around his waist His own knife is probably not used to such long hair. He didn't know when he cut his hair a lot shorter, and it was loosely draped over his shoulders, just to block the thin chin that was about to lose shape and the color of his eyes. deep eyes.

The anger in front of Yuzao suddenly stopped as if stuck.

The cunning and intelligent fox demon looked at Fu Sangshen in the shadows, and didn't pursue his rebellious act of pinching his neck just now. Instead, he looked at him carefully and laughed strangely.

"Yeah, look what I saw."

The snow-white fox regained that elegant and delicate demeanor in every move, and sat down dignifiedly, with humanized arrogance in his eyes: "You look like a piece of rotten meat now, with that stench all over your body. Taste, what are you doing standing so far away, do you want to bask in the sun together?"

He issued a malicious invitation.

Fu Sangshen in the shadow remained motionless, with his broken hair blocking his cheeks, casting a deeper shadow.

"Oh, I forgot, you shouldn't be able to bask in the sun anymore, right?" Yuzao said apologetically, with the schadenfreude in her tone undisguised, as if holding a loudspeaker and shouting, "I'm so happy, haha Ha ha".

There are so many fusangshen in this pill, the one in front of him is the one Tamamomae hates the most.

He doesn't have any prejudice against the Dark Fallen Fusangshen. After all, according to the human spiritual power system, the big demon should also be classified as something similar to the Dark Fallen God. It's not a good thing anyway. I have no interest in waving small flags with righteous indignation to eliminate harm for the people.

The ones who could make him loathe to such a degree, the man who fell in love with Kuzuha a long time ago counted as one, the psychotic Gao Ryujin counted as one, and Shuten and Ibaraki who fought with him every now and then counted as half.

This should count as two.

Yu Zaoqian didn't hide his joy, his sharp gaze caught Fu Sangshen's eyes, and his ears twitched: "Hmm...it looks like you're about to die, don't you?"

Keimaru, who lives in the same room with Higiri, didn't find any problems, but felt that his brother had been a lot less talkative recently, and his laziness was even more extraordinary. My brother finished his work, so he had less and less time to go back to his room, and it was even less likely to notice that something was wrong.

But as long as he sees the current Higakiri, it is absolutely impossible to think so again.

Fu Sangshen's slightly upturned cat eyes/eyes were originally honey-like sweet gold before the dark fall, and later turned into a light red, but now they are completely black, the kind that is formed by layers of dried blood Soaked and covered with crimson, after it dries, it becomes the deep black like a dry well, and the people sealed in the well are all evil spirits in hell, stretching out their sharp bloody claws, squeaking and sharp Laugh wildly.

Fu Sangshen stood in the shadow, with a mask-like sweet smile on his mouth, but Yuzao saw the real opponent in those eyes at a glance.

It was a knife that was soaked in blood and longed to be unsheathed again to cut everything. On the blade was a demon with no reason, screaming ferociously towards the sky.

"Your... dark fall is getting worse, why?" Yuzao didn't have any sympathy before, the question was simple and direct, and the conclusion was also crisp and neat, not caring whether it would irritate the other party, "You are about to die, Did you come to beg me to break you?"

Hidekiri raised his eyelids, he did it lazily and beautifully, and it didn't look like a frightening situation where reason was teetering on a thread.

When he heard Yuzaoqian's question, he was even more puzzled than Yuzaoqian: "Why?"

The fox tilted his head: "Huh?"

Mustache asked more sincerely than him: "Why do you think I'm going to be broken?"

After a pause, he seemed to have just realized the meaning of the other party: "Oh, you mean them?"

Fu Sangshen's voice was low and long, as if poisonous honey pulled crystal filaments: "Why should I care about them?"

Tamamomae tilted his head back again, this time looking at Hikiri with more genuine sympathy.

If it were the Higakiri from before, he would never say such words that put Honmaru's companions to death, but...

But what can you say about a madman who genuinely believes he is not mad.

He really felt that his thoughts were correct, and he also felt that these "companions" had nothing to miss. Maybe he was still wondering why his former self was so strange and able to get along with them peacefully for so long.

Yu Zaoqian is now really curious about the dark fall, what kind of power is it that can make such a change in the gods.

"Then why did you come to see me?" After thinking that Hidekiri had gone crazy, Tamamomae's attitude changed for the better. He felt that he didn't need to care about a guy who was dying.

His words seemed to turn on some terrible switch, that faltering sense of reason fell into the abyss, Fu Sangshen in the shadow suddenly bent down, and his shot was as fast as lightning, and he pressed the fox who hadn't reacted tightly. On the ground, thick and warm joy flowed out of those dry well-like eyes, which made Tamazao tremble morbidly and crazily.

"Take me to see him."

Fu Sangshen's voice was hardly uttered from his throat. When he said these words, his whole body was trembling, because the excitement and agitation were burning his internal organs. Only a little breath came out of his mouth, and every syllable was blurred and sticky. But it was accurately passed into Yuzao's front ear.

"I'm going to see him."

The fallen god changed the subject, condensed the hot emotions into hot magma, slowly poured it down his throat, and scalded a wide road, so that the pain from the heart could be calmed down a little.

"...I want, him."

He lowered his voice again, staring straight at Yuzao with his deep black eyes, the evil ghost living in the body of the god poked its head out from the edge of the dry well, roaring impatiently.