save the judge

The black-haired young man standing opposite Sanriyue suddenly lost focus. He seemed to be dragged into a dream, his back was stiff and his pupils were dizzy. Those words were like a spell, opening the bronze door that was rotten in his memory. The soul who walked into the gate was terrified, while the monster who opened the gate with his own hands looked at him, opened his mouth gently and slowly, and smiled.

Beauty You, who is as tall as the bright moon, maintains the posture of being nailed to the wall by his own weapon. Residual flesh and bones can be seen in the huge gap between the chest and abdomen. He slightly twisted his neck, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was drawn Bigger, leaning forward.

The sound of flesh and blood rubbing against metal sharp tools creaked, the teeth-stinging sound was peaceful and steady, he seemed not to know what pain was, and the posture of pulling himself off the blade was as rough and casual as if he was pulling out a knife. radish.

The black and red blood was squeezed out from the withered muscles by rough movements again, dripping and gathering on the ground into a sticky puddle.

Jingujiquan stood there, trembling with fear all over his body.

He is like an immature child now, being protected under the wings of his elders, he suddenly glimpsed the hideous world through the gap, the huge sense of subversion and heart-piercing pain made him lose his mind, and he indulged in the past In the fantasy dream, bumping and drifting in the raging waves.

The Taidao is firmly nailed to the wall, and the monster embedded in it can only be separated from the handle forcibly. There is a soft "Bo" sound, as if the rubber plug is pulled out, and the monster that has escaped from the shackles moves for a while. With hands and feet, he got up from the ground, and his eyes wandered several times over the comatose Higakiri and the confused Jinguji Izumi in front of him.

When he saw Mustache, he quickly looked away with some fear.

Under the drooping cyan blue sleeve, the slender right hand was covered with a layer of mist, the light and shadow were distorted, from the fingertips to the wrist, a pitch-black bone claw broke free from the flesh and grew out, and the blue-black will-o'-the-wisp danced on the white bones , The rotten smell permeates.

He watched the changes in his hands with some novelty. On the sharp bone claws, an ominous dark purple sharp light shone on the edges.

This kind of decay is still going on, climbing up the arm, and on that beautiful face, there are hideous bone spurs and bone armor covering the face.

He moved his eager eyes to the standing human in front of him.

Jingujiquan was still running wildly in the battlefield of memories, taking him over with hot hands one after another, running under the sky filled with gunpowder smoke and blood.

He felt the burning heat around his waist, and the embraced skin seemed to be burning with flames, burning along the nerves all the way to his brain, and the pain made him tremble all over.

How can it be so painful.

How could it be so hot?

It was so painful that he couldn't cry out.

It scalded his throat dry.

Is there anyone... come and save them!

The child's heart was crying out in mourning, and the breath against his soft black hair was long and steady, and he was still laughing briskly: "Hey, if I'm not around in the future, I don't need to take medicine, it sounds really good, doesn't it?" ? But...well...be brave...if it's too...forgotten..."

The words behind him were split into intermittent fragments like a bad signal, Jingujiquan opened his eyes anxiously, trying hard to catch the fragments of words scattered in the wind.

What did he say?

Why can't I hear you?

How can I not hear you?

How can I not hear you!

"Hall of Medicine Research! Hurry up! The teleportation array is about to be cut off!"

He wanted to ask, but before he opened his mouth, his body flew up involuntarily, and was thrown into a thin silver light, a vortex engulfed him, and the people outside were flying away quickly, so he tried his best to reach out. Enough for them, only caught the residual warmth of a cold dusk.

With the smell of blood on his hands, he landed on the peaceful square where people were coming and going.

"Hey, why is there a child here?"

The inquisitors in a hurry quickly noticed the child who suddenly appeared in the teleportation array.

"Is he the only one? There is no guardian around..."

"It's strange, you shouldn't be a god judge at such a young age..."

"...He seems, something is not quite right..."

The whispers became louder: "Hey, hey, hey! Are those... blood on his clothes?!"

The well-intentioned search quickly surrounded him, and the current medical staff rushed downstairs to hug him. Layers of warm blankets were wrapped around his body. He just stared blankly ahead. The red light is like spilled blood.

He opened his mouth and screamed silently.

In a blank mind, the last words he heard comforted him gently.

To grow up well and bravely, if it is too painful, forget it.

—to survive.

——To grow up well.

——If it’s too painful, just forget it.

Okay, I know.

So all the pain turned into ice and snow melting in the sun, he forgot where he came from, and there was only one goal in his mind: to survive.

No matter what, if you promise to live, you can't die before the end.

But how could he forget!

The monster with bone claws clasped the neck of the human, tightening its sharp fingers.

The bone spur penetrated the skin, and the human's texture was easily cut open. The dark red blood flowed down the bone claws and neck. It tightened its hand again, and the human's breathing became rapid in the palm, and the heartbeat felt by the palm became faster Faster and faster, the heart is pumping blood hard to maintain balance, and the cut skin is getting deeper and deeper, and the light-colored fabric of the lapel has been dyed dark red.

A pair of eyes full of killing intent and madness suddenly opened.

"You want...to kill...me?"

Intermittent voices squeezed out from the throat, and with the vibration of the vocal cords, the blood flow became more and more urgent.

Jingujiquan seemed to be extremely weak, his blood-losing face was covered with ominous gray, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, and there was a flame burning inside.

"How can you break my oath?"

he asked in a low voice, genuine confusion in his tone.

"How dare you!" His voice suddenly became louder, blood was about to splash out from his throat for this question, he was roaring hoarsely, like a desperate fanatic defending his last half of bread, he wanted to fight for this Half a piece of bread desperately blocks their lives to kill, to replace the opponent's head with their own blood.

How dare you forget!

He was roaring, roaring at the cowardly child who only dared to hide in his ideal land, roaring at the childish ghost who thought he was looking for the past, roaring at the lonely soul who forgot the pain and lived in the world with peace of mind.

His hands rested on the monster's bone claws as if fighting for oxygen, and a thin line of golden light emitted from under his fingers.

The half-spur, half-beautiful monster had a moment of doubt.

"You're just a maggot in my dream, you're a maggot, you have to go back to the mud for me!"

The thin golden light seemed to have extremely high temperature, and the bone claws in contact with his hand were melting involuntarily. The light was still spreading crazily, and the monster started to back away. It twitched to withdraw its hand, but that The human who was dying just a moment ago clung to the bone claw tightly.

His eyes were frighteningly bright, and he firmly grasped the sharp knife around his neck.

For a moment, it was obvious that the monster held the vitals of the human, but the human became the more terrifying hunter.

The wound on his neck was still bleeding, and Jingujiquan was trembling all over, staring straight at the too ferocious monster in front of him.

—how, what a familiar thing!On that battlefield, countless retrograde troops appeared!

He's got it, he can kill it, like they did all those years ago.

Jingujiquan was immersed in the madness of imagination, coming and going in the fantasy dream of reality and the memories of the past, as if he was standing on the bloody and muddy battlefield, fighting side by side with them.

He showed a smile, mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth, he unscrupulously opened the gate of spiritual power to the maximum, the high concentration of spiritual power was like concentrated sulfuric acid mixed with poison/medicine, and the soul in front of him was blown away. The monster was convulsed with burning.

Jingujiquan stared straight at it, and through it he saw the army behind him like an inexhaustible tide, so he opened his eyes wide in excitement, breathed heavily, his lungs and heart were scorching hot Wanting to burn up, he vomited blood and laughed out loud while trying to release his pleasure.

The captured monster has slowly lost its movement, its ferocious body has been burned and melted into incomplete parts, and the black and purple spiritual power flow in the broken bones is circling, flowing irresistibly towards the human body, while his body is hot and turbulent His spiritual energy was still boiling, clamoring to rush out of his body.

In this pill, those who worked, those who rested, those who played, and those who approved official documents...the Fusangshen raised their heads at the same time.

"This is……?"

Hasebe raised his head blankly, and pressed the tip of the pen in his hand on the paper. After a pause of less than a second, he let out a muffled grunt, and the tip of the pen uncontrollably tore a long scratch on the smooth paper. The scratches directly scratched most of the paper.

There was a jingle of bells in the room, the table was overturned, the vase rolled off the cabinet, and large water stains were thrown on the ground.

"host……"

His face was flushed, and the docile spiritual power in his body suddenly began to riot, impacting Fu Sangshen's body. Under the extreme pain, he couldn't even stand up with his own perseverance.

My lord, what happened to you?make you so miserable?

Fusangshen from all over the Honmaru fell into a spiritual riot by coincidence. The one who trimmed the flowers fell into the flower bed, rolled down the hillside while practicing in the mountains, and the one who soaked in the hot spring slid directly into the pool without saying a word. The candle holder in the kitchen cut the cutting board with a knife, and then fell on the woodpile.

The clear weather above the Honmaru is gradually turning into clouds, and the spiritual power flow closely related to the master of the Honmaru is restlessly agitated. They perceive the movement of the main body faster than anything else, and that force is driving them in another direction. transform.

Jiang Xue, who was sitting at the door of the department house watching the cherry blossoms in front of the court, curled up into a ball. The rampant spiritual power in his body did not change his indifferent and compassionate appearance. He squeezed the Buddhist beads in his hand, fingers still struggling Turning the round wooden Buddhist beads, he murmured to himself in a low voice: "...the god judge...are you going to fall in the dark..."

——The world is so sad, how long can he persist in such a filthy world?If fate is so, there is no need to fight.

The long-haired Fu Sangshen closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the end of the torture.

Knowing the cause and effect of things intellectually and understanding emotionally are never the same thing.

Jingujiquan knew how his mother died, but how could this compare to seeing such a tragedy happen with his own eyes?

Under the extreme collapse of reason, he frantically poured out his spiritual power as if he wanted to squeeze himself dry.

The space constructed by fantasy is trembling, the fine cracks are expanding, and something is hitting outside, like a violent storm washing away this stubborn sky.

The short knives in Honmaru, whose size is not dominant, have been forced back into the main body, and there is a faint black smoke lingering on the scabbard.

Next is Wakizashi, Knife Fighting...

A hand wrapped in a glove reached out.

It was a very beautiful hand, and with just a quick glance, one could imagine the slender knuckles and white jade-like bones under the fabric.

It leaned over and stably penetrated the layer of concentrated sulfuric acid-like spiritual power. The texture under the fabric was visibly melting, but it didn't stop at all. It reached in and gently clasped the back of the young man's neck. one click.

The spiritual power of the riot froze for a moment.

The rich golden light that was about to liquefy wet the clothes of the visitor. He opened his hands and welcomed the unconscious human into his arms, as if welcoming a rare treasure that fell from the sky.

"You did a good job, but you're already tired. Go to sleep, and you'll be home when you wake up."

Fu Sangshen, with a face as sharp as a ghost, smiled and whispered softly in the unconscious human's ear.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The sound of glass being shattered sounded one after another, and a big snow-white and fluffy tail protruded from above. The restored nine-tailed fox poked its head out and looked down, with a majestic look in its eyes: "What happened? I smelled it." The smell of ghosts."