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Higekiri leaned the head of Izumi Jinguji against his neck to block the strange light from the shattered dome of the sky. Because his hand had just penetrated into the vortex of too strong spiritual power, the flesh from the wrist to the fingertips The bones are melting rapidly, like melting wax, which is terrifyingly distorted.

Fu Sangshen, with hair as pale as snow, dismissed the asphalt-like blood on his hands indifferently, and drove the mixed forces in his body to wrap around the fleshy bones. After a brief pause, those black and blue Little by little, his spiritual power condensed into a hand that was intact as before.

The nine-tailed fox sticking out its head from the cracked dome squinted its long and narrow eyes, and the tip of its tail circled its legs in a perfect circle. It fixed its eyes on the person in Hikakiri's arms, and its ears moved anxiously. .

"The smell of disgusting ghosts." It didn't say anything about the current state of Jingujiquan, but quickly glanced around the dilapidated building below, sniffing around with the tip of its nose, couldn't help but I sneezed.

As he said that, the huge and majestic Nine-Tailed Fox stood up, raised one of its front paws, and slapped it twice along the edge of the destroyed crack as if hitting an eggshell. The too weird building filled with all kinds of monsters, like a shattered glass cover, shattered in an instant!

The fragments that collapsed were scattered in all directions that did not conform to the laws of physics. The meteor-like matter that went towards the sky dragged its long tail and dissipated. Like the embers of a monstrous flame.

The scenery of Honmaru around him melted inch by inch, revealing the modernized hospital building and the deserted courtyard. He and Jinguji Izumi were standing in the collapsed fountain pool in the courtyard.

I saw this pond Jingujiquan when I entered the hospital. The water had already dried up. Only the base of the marble goddess statue standing in the center was left firmly standing in place. The round and plump limbs split and collapsed around, covered by rotting leaves. More than half of it.

This was supposed to be a statue holding a water bottle and pouring water, but now the water bottle is broken at the foot of Mustache. It was blown away, revealing the bones below which could not be seen at a glance, and the half of the gentle and peaceful face was propped up by the yellowed bones, maintaining a very strange posture, and the smile on the corner of the mouth was also slightly sinister and treacherous.

As Fusangshen, who has never seen a dead person, mustache who essentially lacks sympathy for human beings other than the lord lowered his head, lifted Jingujiquan up with one hand, and rubbed his toes away from a big knot that was knotted together. A piece of blade and mud, glanced casually.

With just one glance, he determined that the bones buried below probably spanned at least 20 years, and there were a lot of recent bones, which may have something to do with the sudden arrival of the Patriarch.

The snow-white fox demon approached with light and soundless steps. As it walked in, the faint light spread out. In the hazy twilight, the huge fox gradually shrank, and a tall figure stepped out. It was too gorgeous. The Tang clothes had the unique expensive luster of silk and satin, like stars flowing and twinkling on them.

He didn't know when he had a white and gilded sword with a scabbard in his hand, and the expression on his overly beautiful face was indifferent. When facing Hikakiri, he seemed unwilling to even show perfunctory emotions.

From the point of view of the regained strength of the demon, he didn't care about the offense that Higakiri made to himself when he was a child, he was already very kind.

Hidekiri brought Jinguji Izumi out of a dirty fountain pool, and asked Tamamomae in a low voice, "Ghost?"

Tamamomae's eyes kept falling on the sleeping Jinguji Izumi's face, and it was half a beat before he heard the sound of Higakiri. He snorted lazily, casually rolled up his valuable silk sleeves, and patiently Let Jingujiquan wipe off the blood on his face.

The slightly congealed blood stains are not easy to wipe off. Concerned that human skin should not be too hard and not too light, it is rare for Tamamo-mae to be so serious about doing something by himself, and he seems indifferent to the problem of mustache cutting: " Hmm... the ghosts from the Tang Kingdom are the favorite helpers of vicious monsters."

Hikiri didn't try to stop his hand, more precisely, he even acquiesced to Tamamo's approach with a milder attitude than before.

"Is there anything unique about them?"

Higakiri was born in the Heian period a long time ago. It was a time when gods and ghosts coexisted and sacrifices were prosperous. However, compared with Tamamoen, who has lived in the palace and in the countryside for a long time, the sword that has lived in the deep of the noble house for a long time is Not much is known about these wild animals.

Yuzao used his fingertips to gently wipe off the last drop of blood on Jingujiquan's cheek, and gently brushed a scarlet shadow at the end of his closed eyes as if playing a prank.

"Unique? That's not sure. It depends on the abilities of the monsters they are attached to. They are just...amplifiers." The cunning fox rolled his eyes, thinking of the dilapidated Honmaru he saw before, There was a point in my heart: "Is this a monster that weaves reality and nightmare?"

The fox's tender eyes only stared at his half body, and his voice was soft and hoarse, almost lingering: "Is it his memory?"

Mustache didn't speak.

No, there is no scene of Mikazuki's death in Jingujiquan's memory, and naturally he cannot hear his last words.

The only one who heard it was Higakiri who fought alongside him.

He has never experienced such a thing, and he is definitely not the Dark Fallen Blade that Zhen killed San Riyue, but he does not deny that when he passed by Na Zhen Mustache that time, he could not help grabbing it. Some powers belonging to the other party... maybe there are fragmentary memories.

This is not something he can control. The soul from the same source makes them familiar with each other as familiar with himself. He instinctively looks for what he lacks from the other party, whether it is power or something else, and then grabs and absorbs it. , devoured.

This is also the reason why he can persist for so long without a source of strength.

Slaughtering the retrograde army can obtain various powers, and devouring another self is of course a more appropriate choice.

But he didn't care about those fragments of memory deposited in the corner before, until today.

These scattered things seemed to resonate with his Patriarch's past.

Tamamo put his fingers on Jingujiquan's forehead, feeling the still frantic flow of spiritual power in his body, seeing that Jingujiquan was still in a coma, he frowned and glanced at Mustache: "Can you let him sleep forever? ?"

Mustache raised his eyes coldly, curled up his overly red lips, and whispered softly: "Don't talk to me like this."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the pupils had the color of melting pure gold, but they were as cold and sharp as a blade: "The master can't wake up."

Jingujiquan's spiritual violence has not stopped. To be precise, he is still in the process of slowly falling into the dark. Letting him sleep is only the most efficient way to delay this process. He is in a state of restlessness Here, it will only accelerate his collapse.

Yuzao turned his face sideways, and there was a little more flavor in his smile: "What's so bad about it? If he fell into the dark, wouldn't he be the same as you? You don't have to think about leaving him, you can take him back to the Heian era , in that era where gods and ghosts coexist, there are enough prey to keep you alive, and of course you can always, always be together..."

The voice is light and slow, full of seductive charm.

When the peerless monster seduces people, even the tone and expression are just right, every turning point and every pause has a rhythm that is absolutely in line with the psychology. It is an easy thing to agree to him, but wanting to Rejecting that kind of future, but it takes a lifetime of reason and courage to do it.

But Hishikiri would not refuse at all.

Why should he refuse?

There are too many reasons for him to agree, but it is too difficult to find reasons for him to refuse.

promise...

promise...

Follow me back to the Heian era, let him return to my arms...

That pair of red lips curled up slightly, and Yuzao bent her long and narrow fox eyes, staring at him closely, waiting for an expected answer.

"I think that Jinguji-kun may not think this is a good idea."

A cold and excessive voice suddenly cut in.

"Tsk, Chief, can you not always be the first to be the first to provoke when facing such a difficult object!"

Another hoarse and impatient voice followed.

"Fushimi, draw your sword."

In this vague sound, the clanging of swords and swords followed like a shadow.

Yuzao raised her brows sharply, and her cold eyes were cut like a knife.

The two tall and straight young men were standing not far away, but Yuzao was too distracted to notice the approach of the two humans.

The young man standing in front of him stretched out his hand to support the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His snow-white gloves were stained with a large amount of blood. Looking closely, his hands were still trembling almost imperceptibly, as if he was still immersed in the blood. Unable to wake up from a nightmare.

The young man next to him also had an ugly expression, his face was full of rage.

"Oh, Fushimi-kun is still so impatient, did something bad happen?"

Fushimi took a deep breath and tried hard to hold back the desire to assassinate his boss: "Since you know it's a bad thing, you shouldn't ask about it! Isn't this basic social etiquette!"

Munakata chuckled twice: "Social etiquette... I am really moved to hear such words from Fushimi-kun one day."

When you use modest words like this, your tone is full of sarcasm!Fushimi stabbed the unscrupulous boss again in his heart.

Yuzao stared at them for a second, as if remembering something: "Ah... those two humans who were also trapped in the nightmare..."

"You are not dead yet."

Such human beings are not worth looking down at all, and he will remember them only because they have burning souls that are rare among human beings, but he has seen such souls a lot, and they are just two fireflies in the dark.

Does anyone bother to remember two fireflies?

Tamazamo didn't bother to crush two flying fireflies to death, but it didn't mean he would tolerate these two fireflies rushing into his eyes.

Zongxiang nodded to him politely: "Thank you for your concern, I think that I am still in good health, and it is not a problem to live to be 80 years old."

Yuzao looked at him, then raised his head to look at the sky above his head, as if he had found something interesting in that transparent and empty territory, which forced his killing intent to restrain himself, but he did not Intended to make each other feel better.

"Really, it seems that cutting off that red giant sword is very easy for you, a good thing, huh? When the blood flows into your hand, is it hot? That kind of red, it should be very hot." Yes, did you properly support the fallen body? Ah... there is no need, in short, it is an insignificant person who must die..."

The fox demon, who is good at peeping people's hearts, grasped the fragments he saw when he passed through the nightmare rift before, and pieced together the cause and effect without any effort.

He flicked the tip of his tongue lightly, and added the last sentence: "For... righteousness? Tsk, why is it always the reason no matter when?"

Munakata didn't speak yet, but Fushimi's eyes widened in astonishment: "The red... Mr. Zun?"

Zongxiang's expression was calm, his hands were straight behind his back, and his tone was flat: "I can't tell the difference between false and real."

Yu Zaoqian laughed, and the way the magnificent big monster laughed was enough to drive people crazy, but faced with such a stunning look, the few present did not even change their expressions for various reasons.

"Do you think you can tell the difference?"

The nine-tailed fox said viciously: "The things you see in the gap between nightmares are what you are most afraid of seeing and what you most desire to see. What are you afraid of and what are you longing for?"

Munakata didn't say anything, but Fushimi's face was already stiff.

What he and Munakata saw were both similar and different, but if what this terrifyingly powerful monster said was true...

"Truths mixed with half-truths are more terrifying than lies." Munakata summed it up lightly.

This man with a strong heart didn't react at all to Yuzao's sharp words, and even calmly dug out the reason why Yuzao attacked him like this.

"Your Excellency probably wanted to kill me very much, but you didn't do it. Is there any restriction?" Munakata pointed out this point sharply, referring to the movement of Yuzao raised his head just now, the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc, "You are also afraid of Da The power of the fallen sword of Morcles?"

Yuzao suppressed her smile and sneered, but didn't answer, as if acquiescing, or mocking.

He weighed the crane ball in his hand.

He picked up this Zhentai sword when he locked the space where Jingu Jiquan was located. In such a weird place, Fu Sangshen, who was more seriously affected by the riotous retrograde spiritual power flow, was pushed back to his body at the beginning, falling In a patch of grass.

"You seem to be still hesitating?" Yuzao licked her lips before changing the person she was talking to, the light in her eyes suddenly became intense, "Then let me wake him up—"

From the slender fingers, the sharp claws of the beast suddenly popped out, and with a fierce bloody smell, they grabbed the mustache-cut neck that was in the way.