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The chill on the back slid from the tailbone to the top of the head, Jingujiquan closed his mouth winkingly and remained still, and he was justified.

——Yes, he is not afraid of monsters or bugs, even non-human beings like the epidemic doctor dare to fight, but he is a coward.

Just be cowardly, but he still has to pretend to be bold, and set up a personal setup for himself that he can't get off if he goes up, if it wasn't for his mustache...

If it weren't for mustache...

Jingujiquan's thinking suddenly broke down.

Why, it sounds like he suddenly became rich in the backstage overnight?

The boy-looking monster outside the door waited patiently for a while, and was about to speak again when the door in front of him suddenly creaked and opened.

The door hinge has probably not been maintained for a while, and the high-quality teak is stuck in the slide rail and moves to the side rhythmically frame by frame. It was obviously smooth when Jingujiquan opened the door and slipped in. Mustache As soon as Che started, he heard the creaking sound of being in disrepair.

Fu Sangshen's eyes rolled slightly, and his gaze was fixed on his hand. The door frame he touched was fading at an extremely fast speed, and the bright and lively log color quickly dimmed and turned gray as if it had been weathered. Moss and moss grew wantonly between his fingers, like a petri dish speeded up a hundred times, expanding outward rapidly with his hand as the center.

Mustache paused for a moment.

Jingujiquan was blocked by his back, so he couldn't see what was going on, only felt that Higashiri was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but poked his head to look. Before he could see anything, he was held down by a gloved hand. Slowly and gently blocked back.

"If I see something terrible, will the Patriarch hide in my arms and cry?"

There was a smile in Hidekiri's voice.

Jingujiquan retorted resentfully: "What are you dreaming about?"

Although holding a bit of pitiful dignity, the duck's mouth was stiff, but he still followed the movement of cutting his mustache very self-consciously and didn't move.

Fu Sangshen lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds. The smiling expression on his face did not change at all. He pulled out the body knife with one hand. Before Jingong Siquan behind him could react, he heard a loud bang. The light suddenly brightened a lot.

Fu Sangshen, who opened the door with a single knife, saw the cracked door falling to the ground, and kicked away a piece of broken wood at his feet. He kicked the moldy wooden strip under the corpse of his colleague. , hidden tightly.

After kicking this kick calmly, he raised his eyes and looked at the monster outside the door.

The monster with the appearance of a slender boy with a dagger kept a smile on his face, with one hand in the pocket of his white coat, no different from his previous appearance in Honmaru.

"Yakuken" didn't seem to have seen Higakiri's astonishing action at all, like a programmed machine, he spoke the established lines calmly: "Ah, it turns out that the General has been looking for you for a long time at the Hikakiri Hall." , I haven’t taken today’s medicine yet.”

When "Yao Yan" said this, his deep and hoarse voice resumed, and the corners of his eyes curled up in a clear arc, which was exactly the gesture that the dagger Fu Sangshen was most accustomed to: "Sa, little young master, let's go together!" Shall we go?"

"Yakuken" has a straight line of sight, like an inorganic sharp knife piercing Hikekiri's body to see the person behind him.

Goose bumps popped out of the back of Jingujiquan's neck, and the hidden malice caused his stomach to contract physiologically, and the acid water almost flowed back into his throat.

Mustache never looked back, but moved his steps, just blocking the line of sight of "Yakuken", with a lazy smile on his face: "Oh, since it is such a kind invitation, I will feel guilty if I don't go... ..."

Fu Sangshen, who looked like a teenager, adjusted his glasses at the right time, straightened his body, and his every move was full of calm and neat manner. He turned around and motioned for them to follow: "Then hurry up, the general has been waiting for a long time—"

Standing on the same spot, Hu Qie rubbed the knife lightly with his thumb, seeing "Yao Yan" turn around, he drew the knife without hesitation and slashed!

On the slightly dim corridor, it was as if the sky had suddenly broken, and the bright knife light was like splashed mercury, splashing people's eyes, causing Jingongjiquan to close his eyes involuntarily for a moment.

In the corner of the eye, the bright-colored monster tilted its head slightly, and in a very human-like way, it tried to draw the body knife at its waist with its backhand. With a move of its feet, it was about to escape from the deadly beautiful light, and then it heard mustache. A voice full of laughter: "—Hey, but I thought about it, and I don't seem to understand what guilt is. If it's really not good, how about saying sorry to you?"

The sharp blade was wrapped in thick black mist condensed into a thin line, and easily pierced into the skin of the young man in front of him. Fu Sangshen, who was used to reaping lives, did not blink his eyes, turned his wrist, and the blade broke through the blood-red muscles. When it came out, it brought out a puff of crimson blood that was too gorgeous.

"Pfft."

□□The sound of falling on the wooden corridor was like a broken flour sack falling down, muffled, but there was no movement after such a sound.

Jingongjiquan's face was a little ugly. Of course, he had never seen dead people. After all, there were many opportunities to have close contact with dead people. This small scene still couldn't scare him, but this scene was really, really...

Really over the top.

The black-haired Yaken still has his eyes open, the light in his beautiful amethyst-like eyes is dim, half of his face is soaked in his own blood, his soft hair is soaked in bright red liquid, his forehead and cheeks are covered with blood , dripping down the delicately curved jaw onto the floor.

This made him feel... as if he saw his own medicine research.

Half of the body of the boy Fu Sangshen on the floor was almost torn apart by the sword, and the blood that flowed out seemed to be impenetrable. The white curtain door of the Japanese room and the teak-colored floor were covered with a hideous dark red. Teraizumi's pupils trembled unconsciously.

He suddenly had a kind of extreme fear.

The reason is unknown, but extremely serious.

He turned his head abruptly, he didn't know which direction he was looking at, but just like instinct, he longed for the farthest point of his sight to be the Honmaru who could give him a sense of security.

Mustache, who was facing away from him, didn't notice anything strange about him. Fu Sangshen shook off the blood on the knife, put the knife back into its sheath, and didn't turn back to find his lover and lord immediately, but raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face. Stained with blood.

When he put his hand on his cheek, he paused, and then twirled his fingers lightly.

The hand wrapped in the leather glove was slender and powerful, but it looked abnormally thin at the moment. The black glove covered the abnormally thin hand. After the hem of the clothes fell down, only the tightly buttoned wrist could be seen. wristband.

"Patriarch? Let's go."

"Ah? Oh! Here we come."

Both of them were a little absent-minded, so neither noticed what was wrong with the other.

Hidekiri stepped over the body of "Yakuken" without changing his expression, while Jinguji Izumi deliberately bypassed that place, without even moving his eyes a little bit away.

It seemed that as long as he didn't look at it, he could restrain the rapid heartbeat and the gurgling blood flow to the brain.

They turned the corner, and the faint smell of blood still seemed to linger around, making Jingujiquan unable to calm down. This inexplicable panic reached a peak when it encountered a shock.

The blue-haired young man is the most gentle and elegant Fusangshen in this pill. Just like the era that was as grand and decadent as a camellia flower, he is born with a quiet and lonely temperament, which has been polished into obsession by the passing years and glorious past Quiet flowing water.

"Yeah, it's Toshikiriden."

In the first phase, Yizhen seemed to have not seen Jingongsiquan, his gaze fell gently on Fu Sangshen, who was older than himself, and his words were usually cautious and polite: "Yaoyan went to find the young master, did you see him?" ?"

When he said this, there was a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth. This arc was very familiar to Jingu Jiquan. Although I didn't notice it at all, as an elder brother, when he mentioned every younger brother, he would Naturally, he showed such a smile unconsciously.

It seemed to be an apology, but it also seemed to be a secret pride.

This kind of familiarity made Jingujiquan tremble with fear.

He is not afraid of any monsters, nor is he afraid of monsters who come to lure him in the skin of his loved one, but just like seeing the dead "Yakuken" just now, he instinctively does not want to see such a similar person die .

"Saw."

Mustache answered very frankly, without any pause, and there were thin ice in his eyes: "Are you going to find him?"

The eyebrows and eyes are soft in the first phase: "Ah, yes——"

Fu Sangshen's tone and posture were completely incompatible with the blade's softness, which almost made people feel that he was a white snow that fell on his fingertips and was about to melt.

But when he drew his sword, he had the sharpness that only a warrior would have.

The two swords collided fiercely, and the blades scraped out with a sharp sound. The brilliance of famous objects in the world reflected from the time and years were also intertwined, as if the stars in the sky were generously projecting their own glory.

"Thorn-"

A few sparks burst out and jumped along the moonlight-like blade. Jingujiquan wisely backed away the first time he pulled out the mustache, and stuffed himself behind the pillar. Zhen Zhen reacted so quickly, and unexpectedly caught the sudden attack of Higakiri.

Higakiri, who shot first, obviously didn't think of it either.

He raised his eyebrows slowly: "Oh, you are more sensitive than your brother."

When he said this, he was not emotional at all. Although the person who fought him had the same skin as his colleagues, he still distinguished them very rationally.

Facing the attack directly, "Yiqi Yizheng" opened his mouth, as if he understood something, two lines of blood suddenly dripped from his light-colored eyes, and the handsome young man was crying blood, and in his eyes, there suddenly appeared a sadness that was so intense that it was so desperate and pain, but he was still smiling, and two completely different expressions appeared on one face, giving him a creepy feeling.

Whether it's the sudden pain or the consistent smile, they are all stiff like a programmed program, activated at the same time under his "loving brother" and "gentleness" settings, and projected on his face, it looks very different. Outer twist.

Mustache stunned slightly, seeing the person opposite opened his mouth, and something seemed to be wriggling in his throat, and then the sound of countless insects fluttering and rubbing against each other sounded again, and the tiny rustlings converged into a river, driving the walking dead to make a noise. Huang Quan's voice: "Yao...research, where is...?"

Mustache smiled, flicked away the "Yiqi Yizhen" sword with both hands, flew up, and greeted his neck and chest fiercely: "Didn't you say it, I'm waiting for you."

The two Fusangshen fought, and the corridor quickly became horrible. The mottled knife marks on the corridor pillars appeared alternately, the floor was lifted fiercely, and the several-foot-long scratches on the walls were two inches deep. Both of them were running. To kill the other party, the speed of the sword rolling was so fast that it produced a sonic boom, and the smell of blood in the air became more and more intense. And when he easily sent his body knife into the opponent's heart, the opponent seemed to be a little bit overwhelmed.

"Eh?--"

It was puzzled for a moment, its eyes turned half a circle in a daze, and it looked over the shoulders of the mustaches, looking in the direction they came from: "——?"

"Yiqi Yizhen"'s lips moved, the range was so small that Mustache didn't hear anything.

Jingujiquan supported the pillar and looked straight at Fu Sangshen who fell on the ground. The young man with water-blue hair was holding the handle of the knife, and there was a bit of cold and dignified killing intent on his fair face. I have to say , To create such an illusionary existence, the human design is simply too perfect.

This kind of perfection made the anger in Jingujiquan's heart roar to burst out of his heart, making him eager to tear and crush whatever was hidden behind the scenes.

With this painful anger like lava and fire, Jingujiquan temporarily forgot the fear that surged up for no reason, and suddenly he was no longer afraid of these so-called evil spirits. If that evil spirit appeared in front of him at this moment, he would definitely Knead the opponent into dregs, and use the shoes to grind them into powder bit by bit.

And when Higakiri was about to chop off the head of "California Kiyomitsu", Izumi Jinguji was so numb that he didn't even have such vivid anger.

It transformed into something deeper and darker, lurking quietly in his chest, burning his heart like will-o'-the-wisp.

"No. 20 six."

This time, Mustakiri didn't even shake the knife, he lowered his head and stared at the body, the black-haired, red-clothed young man repeated in that rotten and terrifying voice before he died, "The lord is in the castle tower."

Jingujiquan was placed in a safe corner by Hikakiri, and their battlefield opened up along with the pace of exploration. I don’t know how long they fought, and most of the Honmaru had been destroyed by Hikakiri’s non-stop fighting. , the blood and knife marks like splashed ink created a sense of sight of a haunted house in their way of life. Jingujiquan didn't look back all the way. I don't know whether he didn't dare or didn't want to, or maybe his inner instinct stopped him from turning back. desire.

But Mustache didn't have such doubts, he raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the way they came. The corridor was still as deserted as when they first came, and the wind was blowing non-stop. He felt that it had been a long time, but the sky It was always that dull gray-purple color, as if a hole had been broken somewhere, so the smelly wind mixed with the smell of blood and blew, blew, relentlessly.

Under such a gloomy sky, the dark blue figure walking over with a knife looked very eye-catching.